Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2017 14:07:02 +0300
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Gleb's Big Knob - 2

Gleb's Big Knob - 2

This story contains scenes of a mild sexual nature and if you are not
allowed to read it please don't. If you are not old enough please don't. If
by reading this you are breaking any laws in your country, then please
don't read any further. If however you do, you can legally and want to,
then read on and enjoy the story. Please DO NOT make copies, or post this.

Sometimes, Vanya writes about one or the other of the boys featured in
"Dima's Choirboys", and some have asked for a continuing of "Gleb's Big
Knob" or "Gleb's Puberty", both of which feature nnealrly 14--year old
Gleb, a soloist at the choir school who struggles to come to terms with his
ever-increasing and powerful sexual urges as he goes through puberty.

Gleb had just returned from the choir camp, and there is just one week
before the return to school.  In two weeks' time he will celebrate his
fourteenth birthday with his friends.

As you will know, our handsome friend is quite tall boy for his age, with
long legs. His fair hair is shaved closely at the back and sides,
displaying his cute ears, and brushed neatly at the front and parted
displaying his still entirely boyish face. He looks like a real aristocrat.

 Gleb wants to be a priest in the Russian Church, and all his friends are
behind him in this quest.

 He will study at a special school after his voice has hardened.  But
during the time that he is blessed with his beautiful soprano voice,

which is now very sweet and powerful, he is happy to live and study in the
choir school with his friends.  Now, after returning from the choir
training camp, he is staying with his mother, but this weekend she is away
and Gleb is living alone in the apartment. As you will know from other
stories, he is a charming and polite boy and very popular with his friends.

As for his physical maturity, his balls had been increasing in volume
greatly over the past six months, and especially over the summer.

His penis is now long and shapely and has widened in girth over the summer;
his balls now hang low like shapely pears in their smooth white skin, one
large ball prominent in the sac and hanging lower than the other. Although
they are not as big as his 15-year-old friend Pasha's balls, they are
hairless and look large even on his athletic body. There is a ridge of skin
where the penis joins the pubic area, and this is surely where the first
dark hairs will appear and grow quickly in just a few weeks' time.

 But the great feature is the huge knob, much wider than the shaft, which
heavily weighs down the member, and when naked,

such as when in the showers with his friends at camp, has the effect of
swinging the penis from side to side.

 As for his buttocks, they are rounded and full of firm flesh with
prominent curves, and nicely separated by trousers.

The increased girth of the helmet of the knob is now forcing the loose
foreskin back a little, so that the tip of the sensitive member is almost

always slightly exposed, rubbing against the material of his pants,
exciting his emotions and then retracting further.

This is a new problem, because in previous weeks before he went to camp the
foreskin completely protected the sensitive tip.

But in recent days, this friction causes the penis to swell at awkward
times.  Fucking Puberty!

Over the past weeks in the camp, he had been wilfully sexually active on
only two occasions, once with his friends after failing

to seduce a girl at the disco (she slapped his face when he rubbed his knob
up against her cunt), and again with his older friend, James,

 an English teacher at his school. This activity has loosened the once
tight foreskin so much that it easily retracts far back over the fat knob,

 exposing the helmet. Please read these stories, because they show that our
normally religious and controlled friend becomes very rude

 and aggressive when aroused. Even though he is religious, he is no virgin
and has pleasured a girl with his member after a concert some weeks ago.

 Fortunately, as he is a slow spunker, he and also has learned exercises
from his priests to control his emotions, he manages long periods

 without sexual activity or stimulation.  But when his resolve fails, -
fucking Spunker!

 He hadn't been erect since the camp and had been to consult his priest,
Fr. Kirill, for confession.  Amongst other things, he'd been advised

 to wear strong, supportive briefs, holding his member and genitals in
front of his groin, not loose pants which allow all to hang down against
the leg.

This has helped a lot, but served to highlight the size of his member,
especially in his black concert trousers and school clothes.

 Today, Gleb was going to visit his friend Ilya.  You will remember that
Ilya, who is fourteen and also a soloist in the choir, lives with his

grandmother not far from Pushkin Square, so Gleb got himself up early and
decided to put on his light thin trousers with belt,

 and a shirt because it was still warm in the street.  He knew he would be
asked to stay the night, so he packed a second pair

of his underpants in case he had a strong emission in the night.  Although
his priest had advised him to sleep in pants,

he told him it wasn't sinful to have an emission. But Gleb still feels
guilty when the spunk comes out in his dreams,

and he tries not to sleep on his back and to wake himself before it
happens, and had successfully done this for several nights.

 The problem was that now there was a lot of unreleased spunk in his loins
that was waiting to be released.

 Gleb changed his pants and tried to pull the skin over the fat knob to
protect it from stimulation against his trousers.

 For the moment he was successful and slipped on his trousers and shirt and
combed his hair.  The trousers were classic and quite slim cut,

 and he noticed how prominent the knob was, supported by the new style of
underpants, to the left side of the zipper, as he pulled it up in the left
side.

 "Well, it can't be helped," he thought to himself and trying to smooth it
down a little.  "At least it's more comfortable,"

 He put his things and presents for Ilya and his grandmother in a small bag
and closed the apartment.  He had some way to walk

 to the metro and then there would be two changes to get to the line to
Pushkin Square.

 Gleb didn't like the metro in the morning because of the crowds of people,
but he waited on the platform for the train to Belarus station

(where he could change the line.

 Also on the station was sailor in uniform who happened to be just behind
Gleb. He was on his way to see a friend after finishing some training,

and he had noticed the bulge in his trousers and the curvature of his
bottom.  As the train arrived, Gelb politely waited for people to get out

 and then the crowd of people behind him forced his entry.  All seats were
taken and many people were pressing into the wagon.

"What a crush!"  Gleb thought to himself, as he felt his body forced into
the corner.  Unknown to our friend, the sailor boy, who was 17

but looked much younger and quite handsome in himself, had manoeuvred his
entry so that he was directly behind Gleb and soon

was pressing his penis into the space between our friend's buttocks.

 "Do you like pressing your penis into me?" Glab asked politely in a low
voice. The boy realised Gleb was different and soon his penis

 was firmly between the boy's firm buttocks and he moved his hand round to
the front and made contact with the knob,

 and then feeling the outline of the shaft and heavy balls.  He was just a
little taller than Gleb and could see clearly the smooth neck

 and hear the unbroken soft voice.

 "Fucking bastard cunt!"  Gleb said softly but offered no resistance as he
felt the boy's erection against his arse. The stimulation of his penis

 moved Gleb to some excitement, and he felt a stirring in his loins.  He
was far from gay and mainly interested in sex with girls

 (except for his hero James!). But any stimulation of a 14-year-old-boy can
be dangerous!  He pushed back against the penis

 and allowed the boy to continue.  As the next station arrived, Gleb got a
glimpse of the attractive face, which was delicate and almost feminine.

 Without resisting, or taking the opportunity to move his position in the
wagon, Gleb remained still as the pressure of more people pushing

 into the wagon forced them even closer. "Get off my fucking knob!" Gleb
whisperd without any conviction.

 "What a fucking knob," the boy replied, in a voice that was only just
beginning to harden, pressing and massaging the prominent helmet

in the crush of the wagon.  A rush of blood flooded into Gleb's member,
swelling the shaft and pushing the knob hard against

the thin material of his trousers.

 There was little Gleb could do, or maybe wanted to do, in the crush of the
wagon, as he felt his member massaged, causing extreme

 stirrings in his groin.  The penis was pressing into his arse and Gleb
felt the wanking of his knob.

 The next station came and by now Gleb was in a state of some excitement.
He managed to turn to face the boy

 and their groins were forced together in the morning crush.

 "Fucking, bastard cunt!" Gleb said, looking into the sailor's blue eyes
and noticing his still smooth face. Gleb's penis was now extremely

 erect and the boy felt it.  The skin had slipped back and the knob was
exposed, pressing against the boys own erection.

 "Fucking hell -- what a knob!"  the boy kept whispering to Gleb.  "You
spunking it yet, or still having dry wanks,?"  he teased.

"Fucking bush, mate!"  Gleb lied, enjoying the sensation and reaching his
hand round to feel the boy's soft buttocks.

Just then, another station came.  Some people got out and the boy turned
round, now with his back to Gleb.

 As more people got on, and it became crushed again, it was Gleb's turn to
press his straining erection into the boy.  As you know,

Gleb is an extremely slow spunker, and his rare wanking sessions give him
much long pleasure before ejaculation,

 but when eventually the climax is near he becomes very aggressive followed
by very much spunk, despite his still smooth state.

 He was still very far from that state but as he pressed into the sailors
uniform trousers, the sensation was intense.

The boy, who was very near to spunking, moved back on the hard knob as Gleb
wanked his member through the soft uniform.

 Suddenly, he heard the boy breath heavily and moan softly, as spunk shot
from his penis, and his trousers become wet.

Just at that moment, Gleb's station arrived and he forced hiself out of the
wagon and onto the platform and he went

out of the wagon to the other station.  Gleb secretly hoped that his
assailant was following, but, unfortunately, he remained on the train.

He was still extremely erect, so he held his bad in front of his groin
until he got to the street and he looked more normal.

Fifteen minutes later, he was at Ilya's apartment. The boy's grandmother
greeted him at the door.

"Hello. My lovely boy,!"  his grandmother greeted him, kissing him. "It's
so good that Ilya has a friend like you

 to be with him at he school.  I know he loves you very much.

"And I too, Maria Nikolaevna," Gleg replied, taking off his shoes and
entering the small but beautiful apartment.

Ilya's grandmother explained that she had to go to work in the hospital,
but that she had left lunch for them;

and with that, she hurried out.

  "What a laugh!" Ilya replied after Gleb had told him about the encounter.

"Did he spunk you?" he asked in fun.

"No, of course not.  But he did make me hard," Gleb replied.

"Fucking hell, mate, did he have his dick in your arse as well?"

 Ilya teased, knowing full well that he had.  "Did you feel his spunk when
he blasted?"  And did you spunk up. he asked?"

 "The fucking cunt had his hand right on my knob," Gleb replied, getting
excited, but trying to control his emotions. "And, no, I didn't.  I was
controlled!"

"Sounds as if you were controlled, with your knob up his" Ilya asked again,
"He just wanted to feel your bush!"

"Haven't got a bush," Gleb replied, going red.

"Sorry, forgot, your're a smoothie, arn't you!  No hairs yet, and you're
14," he teased. "Well, he didn't mark your pants; you have no stains on
your arse,"

he continued, running his hand over Gleb's butttocks and parting the
material so that he could see better where it had been pressed

 into the crack by the sailor.

Gleb wanted to check for himself, so he quickly unfastened the belt and
stepped out of his trousers standing just in his underpants and short
shirt,

the bulge very prominent.

 "Fucking hell! No wonder he was after your knob.  Look at the size of it!
I that the normal size are are you still hard?" he teased, feeling the

knob for himself.

 But, hey, Gleb, tell me about James.  Did you fuck him, or he you?" Ilya
asked in cheek.

 Gleb again reddened, but said that they just lain in each other's arms in
friendship and there had been no sex -- just best friends.

"But he wanted to wank you?"

Gleb turned away and put his elbows on the window and held his head.

"Sorry, old friend," Ilya said, putting his arm over Gleb's shoulder.

"I know you want to be controlled."

"Can, I wash in cold water?"  Gleb asked, turning to face his friend.

Ilya readily agreed, and fetched a towel.



So, guys, what is going to happen?  Will Gleb be controlled or will the
spunk come out?  Ideas to Vanya!!!