Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2016 21:27:34 +0300
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Gleb's Big Knob -  Adult - Youth Section

This story contains scenes of a mild sexual nature and if you are not
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				Gleb's Big Knob

Occasionally Vanya writes a short story featuring a separate incident in
the lives of the boys featured in "Dima's Choirboys". Today our story
features our friend Gleb who is a soloist in the Moscow Choir School. Do
you like Vanya's stories?

It was over a month since 13-year-old Gleb was last featured in "Dima's
Choirboys" and with his fair hair shaved closely at the back and sides and
brushed neatly at the front, he is now preparing for his camp.  He has the
intention of training to be a priest in the Russian Church, and this will
be his second such training camp he has taken part in and he is looking
forward to seeing some of his old friends from last year.

 As you will know from other stories, in the "Young Friends" section, he is
a tall boy for his age and his eyebrows and lashes are a little darker than
his hair and his complexion fair but with rosy cheeks, which reddens when
he gets embarrassed!  In case you think he has an effeminate look, he does
not: his chin is strong and purposeful and his eyes show great
determination and he can exert much influence on his comrades.  His mouth
is set to show great charm, especially when he smiles. He is a charming and
polite boy and very popular.

Gleb had returned to his home in St Petersburg after his first term at the
Moscow choir school.  He spent some time with his family and friends.  The
truth of the matter is that he has been consumed by sexual urges which have
overtaken him in the past few weeks since he had had his experiences with
his friend Kirill and then James at the school, and he is hoping to get
some help in disciplining himself.

We think it is not so difficult for a religious Russian boy to take comfort
in these matters than American boys, because Russian Church understands the
difficulties and gives support to such boys in controlling themselves by
traditional fasting and prayer. In fact they give special training
courses. Not like the Catholic Religion which creates many problems for
their boys by making sex dirty and secret.

Up until a few months ago, our beautiful friend had been very a controlled
boy and never was bothered by urges, despite the fast enlargement of his
genitals, which began after his twelfth birthday. But all boys must go
through this and it is often an innocent choirboy suddenly becomes
corrupted.  His first masturbation sessions had been after a strong
nocturnal emission of thick sperm just after he joined the choir school
some months before and he had become aware of the activities of others
(especially Kirill) in the dormitory; but he had not learnt to pull the
skin back on his penis until his friend Kirill had shown him how in the
dormitory one night.  Then he had had the experience with his friend Ilya
when they were watching some porn together at Ilya's place.  The problem
had been that the head of his penis was very much wider than the shaft and
it had been difficult at first to retract the skin right back.  With
practice, it has become much easier but the head is still very sensitive.

Of course, Russian priests are encouraged to marry and have many children,
and Gleb was counting the years when this may be so.

"Well, I'm going to be fourteen soon, so I could marry at 18, or put it off
until I take my vows," he thought, as he was packing his clothes for
departure the next day. His family was not rich, just normal working
people, but his mother always gave him the finest clothes, which he always
appreciated. Western boys like to wear clothes that are falling from their
figure, but Russian boys like to show their figure, and Gleb was no
exception.  All his clothes were well cut, although some rather too small
now!

"You can wear these trousers and this suit this summer," his mother had
said.  "It's a pity to send them to the camp, but you will be too big for
them soon, the same with your beautiful shoes and shirts, and you must take
some formal clothes for your concerts."

"Of course, dear Mama; don't worry.  I am growing into a man now and you
still have little Losha [his brother] to cuddle," he joked, thinking that
even though his mother had let down the trousers in the leg, they were now
too small around his private parts!

"Go to your camp, my dear son: your father will be proud when he returns,"
she said as she hugged and kissed her beloved son (who was even taller now
than she was) in a way Russian mothers do often, stroking every part of his
body, including his bottom.

"I'll make you proud of me, Mother.  Next year I will be the finest boy
soprano soloist in the choir, if God allows it and does not break my voice
too soon.  I don't think he will, because I don't feel it near yet," he
added, hugging his mother again.

"What icons will you take with you?" she asked.  Gleb smiled, thinking of
the icons he had at the school and the number of boys he had managed to get
to say their prayers every night in the dormitory.  Even Krill did so,
although we know that Kirill is hot for Gleb, but we think half of his
devotions are genuine!

"I will take just Michael and Raphael; they will help us," he decided,
putting them in his case, "Won't you miss me?" he added, kissing his mother
again, as she hurried out to collect her younger son from his friend's
apartment.

"I'll be back in an hour," so finish your packing," she commanded, as she
went out of the door, leaving her son alone.

As soon as his mother had left, Gleb felt a stirring in his groin and a
strong urge to touch himself as he looked at himself in the mirror.  He was
still wearing his sleek black concert trousers, which he had tried on for
size after his mother had made the leg longer, and the outline of his
genitals and prominent knob were clearly to be seen down the left leg.

"Fucking, bastard, wanker!" Gleb thought as he brought to mind his last
experience with his friend Kirill and was tempted to finger the head of his
member through his trousers.  But he resisted for the moment but opened up
his notebook. "Might just have one last fucking good wanking before I go;"
his penis swelling slightly.

Just then, his notebook became active and he saw that his friend James was
online.  Regular readers will know that James is a native English teacher
from his school and that most of the boys were hot for him and he very much
for them! He sat at his desk and wrote in the Skype message.

"Hi, James, my friend, are you in London?"  There was a pause before it was
clear that James was answering.

"Hey, Gleb.  How's things?  Yes, in London at home on my own!"

Gleb's heart began to beat faster, as he wrote:

"I too.  Let's talk!!!"

Soon the two were connected and the two webcams were operating and the two
in conversation.

James was sitting in his London apartment.

"Hello, cute ears!" he joked, referring to the first time he had seduced
the boy at the school.  "What have you been doing?" he added.

Gleb explained that he was just about to go to the church camp.

"So you are going to be a good, holy boy and won't want to know me when I
come back," James said, rather provokingly.  "Can I see you blushing?" he
added.

"To be honest, I'm trying not to wank it!" Gleb replied, going
redder. "But, of course, I want to know you, my dear friend!"

"So, you haven't had the skin back since I left you in May," James
continued.

"You want me to tell you all, you cunt?" Gleb replied, leaning back in his
chair so that the camera could get a good view of his nice black trousers
and smart belt.

"Go on, you spunker; but first take your shirt off," James replied,
starting to record the session.

Gleb slowly obeyed, first taking off his white shirt and then unfastening
the clasp of his belt, but leaving the trousers fastened. James was able to
zoom in on the outline of his knob pressing the material of the trousers.

"OK - The first time was when I went to give a concert at my old music
school, just after I left you in Moscow.  At the end, when it was crowded
in the hall I felt some fucker feeling my arse."

"I love it when you swear in English!" James interjected.  "Go on, you are
making me hard," he continued, releasing his own trousers and taking out
his swelling penis. "Was it a cute boy?"

"No, you cunt; it was a girl called Dasha.  She had been in my class last
year, but fucking puberty, her tits were budding!  I thought `Oh my fuck'
and put my right hand on her left tit and squeezed the fucking nipple.
No-one noticed but my fucking dick started swelling, and you know how tight
these concert pants are."

"Fucking hell!  What did you say?" James asked, getting very excited.

"I told her not to excite me because I am a religious boy!  But she
persisted saying she wanted to stroke my pubes!  I told her I hadn't got
any pubes yet, but she went wild with excitement, asking me to meet her in
the street, in a quiet place she knew, in 20 minutes. To get rid of her, I
agreed. Well, I didn't want to but couldn't get my erection down and twenty
minutes later found myself outside the theatre looking for her at the lace
she said, and sure enough, she was waiting. She was saying all these things
about my beautiful singing and how she couldn't take her eyes off me, so I
took my fucking chance, Mate, and put my hand right on her cunt, up her
dress.  She takes my hand away and pulls me close to her, and the next
thing my fucking knob is right against her fanny, pressing hard and my
hands on her fucking tits."

"You must have been fucking close to spunking," James added excitedly,
starting to wank his member.

"No, I'm a fucking slow spunker, as you know," Gleb replied, opening his
trousers and revealing his member to show James.

"Next thing, I felt her fingers round my knob: `Fucking hell, Gleb,' she
says: `What a knob.'  Then I felt the zip going down and she had my belt
undone.  All this whilst I was trying to press into her cunt.  Next, she
has my dick out and starts pulling the skin back.  `Wait, you bitch' I
tells her, but then she's really fingering the head.  I could feel the
spunk starting to generate and some juice was already out as she was
putting a condom on it.  Fucking hell, James, it was a great feeling!

Jams was able to zoom in on Gleb's smooth member as he listened to the
exciting account and wanked himself hard.  Gleb had the skin fully back and
the huge knob exposed.

"Next she is leaning against the wall and I have her pants down, and my
fucking dick is up against her cunt.  Then she takes hold of the knob and
helps get it in.  Fucking spunker, what a sensation! And then I feel the
bastard slipping in and I'm up close against her and I can start thrusting
gently at first and then as the spunk starts to rise, like mad," he said as
he took hold of his penis and started wanking it fully, the skin slipping
completely over the head with each stroke.

"I'd never had my dick up a cunt before, James, and I could feel the knob
giving her some pleasure.  Fucking hell, I was right deep down inside her,
Mate, and my balls were on fire. Then she starts feeling my balls and
starts moaning."

James was in the height of excitement, listening to this description from
his friend:

"Stop wanking a minute, Gleb and show us a close up of your balls.  Any
pubes growing yet?"

Gleb obliged, his penis now at the height of erection, lifting his heavy
knob flat against his stomach.

"Juices are flowing, mate, so getting close now, but no pubes - I checked
this morning!" Gleb said, as he brought his web-cam close up.

The head of his penis, a fine specimen, much wider than the shaft when
swollen with blood, was indeed leaking.

"Pull the skin over the head, now!"  James commanded, and Gleb deftly slid
it over.  It was no longer tight but well stretched by is recent wanking.

"Now, right back to fully expose that great knob," James commanded, and
Gleb obeyed.

"Still no pubes, see!" the boy boasted, stretching the skin of his ball sac
to show his friend.

This was too much for James and his penis erupted, shooting sperm all over
his clothes and floor, much to Gleb's amusement, who could see it all on
his screen.

"So, you cunt: I'm going to finish now with some fast wanking," he said,
leaning back in his chair and taking his member in his right hand, giving
James a good view on his screen.  Because he was a young boy without pubes,
his spunk wasn't all that copious but it was getting quite thick and messy
and he was soon shooting two or three blasts onto his bare chest.

"Fucking hell!  What a wank," Gleb exclaimed, as he cleaned himself up.

  "Was it as good as with me?"  James asked, rather jealously.

"Of course not, my old friend!"  Gleb replied, become his polite religious
self again.  What we did was special!  And sorry for being rude just now.
I'll hopefully learn more control at the camp!"

"Don't worry, "cute ears": I loved it," James replied, composing himself
again.


Just at that moment, he heard his mother returning with his young brother.
He quickly rearranged his clothes, threw away the paper he had wiped the
spunk with and sprayed some nice smell around the room as if nothing had
happened.

"Come in and speak to my friend and teacher James from England, Mama," he
said, as he heard her in the corridor.

"Hey, Mama, come here and speak in English to my teacher James.  He is in
London," he added, as his mother came into the room, followed by his little
brother.

So Gleb's mother has a charming conversation in English thanking James for
the friendship he had given to her boy at the school during the past year.
I wonder if she suspects how far his friendship with his two heavy bags to
meet Pavel who was waiting to take him to the camp.

Soon, it was time for Gleb to leave for the camp. He was collected by
Pavel, a postulant at the seminary and Gleb and some other boys were to be
entrusted to his care during the camp.  It was the second year that Pavel
had been his leader, so Gleb was glad to see him.

"Is our dear Father Kirill still to be our spiritual advisor?"  Gleb asked,
as they journeyed to the camp, some distance from the city.  "Yes, indeed,
he is a great man," Pasha replied: "He will help us very much, I believe."
And it was soon that Gleb was able to take comfort from his mentor Kirill
to whom he told ALL!!!

"Remember, my son: if you do give in to the sexual urges, do not beat
yourself for it.  Use prayer and fasting to avoid this but if you fall, God
will forgive. Do you understand me?" he added, stroking Gleb's soft hair,
and walking with him, arm-in-arm to the door of his study.

"Yes, my father, I understand," Gled replied.  "I do try very hard, but my
thoughts and words become so dirty when I fail.  It is as if the devil is
in my balls!"

"Gleb: you are young.  Sexual urges in boys are very strong and we can
overcome them only gradually. In some years you will marry and have no
problems.  We must guide you until then."

"Thank you, my father: I feel so happy to talk to you, and need more
guidance from you," Gleb added, as he left the room rather elated.


Dear friends: please read more of Gleb in our main story <<Dima's
Choirboys>>.


Ivan Ivanocich