Date: Thu, 23 Jun 2016 19:28:50 +0300
From: Ivan Ivanocich <ivan.ivanocich.97@mail.ru>
Subject: Gleb's Puberty - Getting the Skin Back!

Gleb's Puberty - Getting the Skin Back!

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 do
not 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.

 I hope, dear friends, you will like this little story which is written to
excite you enough to read the two series written in the Nifty Archives –
"Russian Choirboy Pubes" and Dima's Choirboys".  The latter is still
continuing and both are about a group of boys who belong to a choir here in
Moscow.  Of course, with some exceptions, all could really happen in life.
I don't know about American culture, and I studied British English at the
university and don't get so many opportunities to practise.  In my stories,
I have tried to describe some Russian boys as they are and I have had a
little help with English dialogue from two friends. So, our short story
today features just two 13-year-old boys: Gleb who is an aspiring soloist
in the Choir School, and Ilya, a candidate for the choir who is from from
St Petersburg.

It was very soon after the last chapter featured in "Dima's Choirboys" - in
fact on the Monday following - that our young friend Gleb, who had just
finished saying his prayers, was called to the office of the Director of
the school.  Gleb was dressed smartly ready for his classes in his black
shoes, trousers, white shirt with red tie and waistcoat. As it was now
summer, there was no requirement to wear a coat.  His fair hair was shaved
closely at the back and sides and brushed neatly at the front.  His
eyebrows and lashes were a little darker than his hair and his complexion
fair but with rosy cheeks, which reddened when he was embarrassed!  In case
you think he had an effeminate look, he had not: his chin was strong and
purposeful and his eyes showed great determination.  His mouth was set to
show great charm, especially when he smiled.

As he entered the office of the Director, he paused to brush himself down
and to make sure he was tidy.

"Good morning Dimityr Petrovich.  How are you this great morning?  You
wished to speak with me, if I am not mistaken," Gleb announced in his
smooth, light speaking voice and sitting down, as bidden at Dima's signal.

"So, Gleb, how would you like a day off in the city today?" his director
teased. Gleb blushed a little, for as a recent entrant to the school he had
still not got used to Dima's humour.  But he liked and admired his
Director, as all the boys did.

Dima smiled.  "We have a boy just arrived from your city of St. Petersburg
– Volov Ilya – he is staying with his grandmother near Pushkin
Square.  I think you may know him, as he sang for a short time in your old
choir.  Here is a recent photo of him," he added, handing a photo to the
boy.

Gleb thought for a moment: "Yes, of course. I do remember him. It was some
time ago, and he was not from my school, so I saw him only rarely and he
was not long in the choir. But I do remember liking him."

"Yes, he had some family problems earlier this year and it has been decided
that he will live with his grandmother now. He arrived only last week.  We
have some money to help musical boys if they need it so it would be ideal
if he could come here for the last two years before his voice hardens."

Dima explained that he needed to make a decision about Ilya's admission in
the next week before the school finished for the summer.

"As you are the only reliable boy here from St Petersburg, and you have met
Ilya before, I thought you may like to go down by Metro this morning and
meet him.  If all goes well you could either bring him back to the school
this afternoon or stay the night and bring him tomorrow, whichever you all
decide."

Gleb readily agreed, so returned to his dormitory just to get a few things
he might need, including a spare pair of underpants in case he had a strong
nocturnal emission.  Because he was a religious boy, he tried not to
masturbate, but after last week's experience with his friend Kirill, it was
becoming increasingly difficult to control himself.  He had not had an
outlet since then although he had felt one rising in his dreams but had
managed to subdue it.

Gleb decided not to take coat, but had packed a sweater in case it turned
colder and a small umbrella in case of rain.  He had not quite got used to
the Metro yet, having been in Moscow just several weeks, but he knew
roughly his destination and soon worked out the correct changes.  As the
school had just this last year been founded, most of the boys were less
than 13 years old.  Gleb, as an experienced singer had been the only 7 th
Class student, so it would be good to have another boy of the same age,
although Kirill and some of his other friends from the 6 th Class were
considerably more mature.

He decided not to change lines but to get out and walk the last fifteen
minutes to Ilya's apartment, which was in a large old house set some way
from the main street. He walked down what his friend Pasha still called
Gorky Street and it was about 10 o'clock when he arrived and pressed the
intercom for admission.

He was soon inside the entrance and climbed the stairs to the third floor
where he found Ilya waiting for him at the open door of his apartment.
When inside the apartment, the two boys greeted each other warmly.  They
instantly recognised each other from their last meeting, which had been at
least a year before. It was a small but very clean and tidy apartment of
two rooms and a small kitchen, obviously lovingly cared for by the boy's
grandmother.  Gleb took off his shoes and was given slippers by Ilya and
was taken into the larger room, which was comfortably furnished with a safa
bed and, table and shelves from lya's books, which, Gleb noticed were
mainly musical and historical, with some religious books and icons also.

The boys soon got talking about old times and it did not take long for them
to be relaxed in each other's company.  Ilya told Gleb that after his
father had died, he had continued to live with his mother but now he had
come to Moscow to live with his Grandmother because his mother was away
working in Europe for some time.

"So, you will come and study with us and sing in our choir," Gleb added.
"I am hoping to be a soloist next year; maybe you too!"

"Yes, your Director heard me sing and I met him last week when I
arrived. He thinks my voice will last for some time, so I am happy," Ilya
replied.

Ilya's grandmother had gone out to work but she had left breakfast for the
two boys and would see them after lunch.  So they went t the kitchen and
ate some sandwiches, pies and kasha and drank tea together.

"There will be five boys in the 8 th Class if I come," Ilya added.  Dimity
Petrovich told me three more boys of our age will come next year."

Gleb was surprised to hear this and was glad, but assured Ilya that the
guys in the class below were great friends.

"It will be great, of course. We really don't have any stupid people –
just crazy of course – and great comrades.  We can go today, or
tomorrow, as you wish."

"I want to go now, but my grandmother wants to invite you to stay tonight,
and I would like her to meet my old friend," Ilya replied, hugging Gleb to
him closely.

Gleb now remembered the rather quiet and sensitive boy more clearly now.
He had grown into a handsome guy but was not over-mature for his 13 years,
and his voice was still light and boyish. He would be 14 just a few weeks
before Gleb at the beginning of September.  He was smaller than Gleb but
more athletic, with a strong chest.  His face was fuller and rounder, with
dark chestnut hair with a faint line of the beginnings of a tash showing.
Although Gleb was not blue, he had enjoyed his recent encounter with his
friend Kirill, and he did find boys with tashes very sexy. So he tried not
to look at it, as he was trying to have clean thoughts. But his eyes fell
to Ilya's legs, which were strong and full with incipient hairs and to the
full bottom outlined in his blue shorts. And his erection began to rise.
But he recovered himself and felt his erection receding, which was just as
well, because it was showing in his slim-cut school trousers and had
pressed briefly against Ilya's groin when they had hugged!

"So, what shall we do, Gleb?" Ilya asked: "Go for a walk to Red Square or
to some churches?  I remember you like churches too."

Gleb told Ilya his plans to become a priest ever since he had attended a
camp last year run by the Church.  "I see you have some Icons," he
observed.  "I have made a little place in our dormitory for mine, so you
can bring yours.  Some of other boys will join in, and we have a priest
visit us.  Kirill, who has the bed next to me, is quite religious and a
great guy.  I've got to like him a lot since I came to the school."

The two continued talking for some time and then decided to connect to each
other's VK page.  Gleb sent Ilya a "Friend" request from his telephone.

"I have a notebook, which my mother gave me before I left," Kirill said,
bringing a smart HP from his shelf where he kept his school books and
putting it on the table: "We can use that instead of the main computer."

The two boys cleared the breakfast plates and washed and put away
everything into its place.  "Grandmother will be back at noon, so we have
some time now," Ilya said, leading Gleb back to the room where he set up
his notebook on the table.  Soon they had entered Ilya's VK page and Gleb
recognised some friends from his old choir.  Gleb then showed him the
profiles of the prominent soloists of the choir - Dima, Pasha and Artem.

"Artem has almost finished singing now," he explained, going on to say that
these boys were really visiting soloists and not really choir members.
"Dima will take over as main soloist until we have good enough soloists of
our own," he said, clicking on Dima's page.

Fucking hell, mate!  Who's that hot girl with Dima?" Ilya asked, getting
closer to the screen. "She looks a bit of a slag."

"She is, "Gleb replied, feeling another stirring in his pubertal regions.
"None of the guys like her, but Dima is obsessed with her and often brings
her round to find a quiet room to be with her."

"You mean to fuck her. Wouldn't mind getting my dick up her fucking cunt!
What about you?" he replied, sitting back in his chair and spreading his
legs apart.  "What's up, mate?  You have gone all red!"

It was true: Gleb had almost lost control of his emotions and resolutions.
His penis was rapidly swelling strongly against the front of his black
trousers, clearly outlining the large head pressing against the soft
material.

"I'm trying not to wank it, mate" Glab replied with some difficulty.

"Get the bastard out and let's have a feel of that fucking knob," Ilya
replied, his mouth getting very dry and reaching over and fingering the
outline of Gleb's head, sending shock-waves through his body, and then
pulling down his own shorts revealing his green briefs and ample bulge.

"Fucking, bastard wanker!"  Gleb moaned, the head of his penis swelling
considerably, and then completely losing control, he made a grab for Ilya's
penis, which was forcing the front of his pants out, and then slowly
unfastened his belt and opened his trousers.  He then stood up, deciding to
take them off neatly and to fold them.

"Fucking hell, mate – looks as if you're ready for some action," Ilya
commented as he watched Gleb undress.

It had indeed been a week since Gleb had had a wank and got the skin fully
back for the first time, and he was certainly ready.  Both boys were now
just in their underpants.

"Love your fucking tash, mate!" Gleb said, coming close to Ilya and running
his finger across the incipient hairs.

"Your're a fucking smoothie, aren't you?" Ilya replied softly, examining
Gleb's face and lifting his arms to see if there were any hairs.  Although
Gleb was strong and well-built, he had a delicate skin and was devoid of
any facial hair, his arms just covered with very light down.

Gleb's penis had now grown and swollen to such an extent that it was
lifting the material of his pants away from his body displaying the thick
shaft.

"You're smooth down there too, aren't you!"  he said, rubbing Gleb'
nipples.  Geb slowly released his penis by lowering his pants, the member
springing to attention, despite being weighed down by the thick knob of
very ample size still covered by the foreskin.  Gleb's large smooth balls
were drawn up in a shapely manner, one of the nuts showing clearly at the
side of his right ball.

"Fucking spunker!  What a knob!"  Ilya said as he ran his fingers round the
bare pubic region as if to prove there were no hairs and then down onto the
thick shaft and round the balls.  Gleb's still-tight foreskin was straining
now around the girth of the head as if it wanted to slip back.

Meanwhile, Gleb had removed Ilya's pants.  His penis was much thinner but
very long when erect, and the skin had already slipped back indicating it
was well wanked..  His arse was rounded and inviting.  His balls were
smaller but respectable for a 13-year-old in puberty, and there was a
fringe of pubic hairs around the base of the penis, tufting strongly where
the balls joined the pubic region.

"Fucking puberty!" Gleb exclaimed, gently running his finger round the
small bush of pubes.

"Get the fucking knob out, mate!"  Ilya commanded, trying to pull the skin.
Gleb called out in some pain:

"Stop, you bastard!  Go easy.  I only got the skin back for the first time
last week, and it hurts."

With that, Ilya gently started to slide the skin back, just as Kirill had
done the week before.  The helmet of the penis was much thinker than the
shaft, and this excited Ilya very much.  Very gently, he exposed the glands
and the milk-white head came into view.

"Fucking spunker!  It's coming," he said, taking the head into his mouth to
help it as Gleb's balls had still not sent any help in lubrication.  One of
the reasons why he had not been bothered by hard erections until recently
was that he was a slow spunker and needed much stimulation, which he was
certainly getting now.  He felt his balls starting to respond, making the
spunk that would eventually be brought out.

"Hold on, mate," Ilya said as Gleb continued to finger his almost
pencil-thin but long erection, concentrating on the tip of the head.  "I
don't want to spunk yet."  He released the boy's penis from his mouth and
continued to slide back the skin, this time with more ease.  It had already
passed the widest point of the knob and suddenly slipped back behind the
gland, the head popping out.

"Oh my fuck!"  Gleb moaned, fingering the sensitive head and then sitting
down on the chair taking the penis in his hand and beginning to wank
it. Lubrication started to come from his member and the skin began to slide
backwards and forwards, covering and uncovering the knob with each stroke.
All his good resolutions were temporarily banished from his mind, which was
now filled with the thoughts of sex.  Ilya, who was a much more regular
wanker, was quite amused by the spectacle.

"Wait, Gleb – calm down a bit.  Let's look at some porno so we can
really get the spunk up."  The boy relaxed and pulled up the chair close to
the notebook as Ilya brought up some hot girls.

"Look at her fucking cunt mate!  Think about getting your hands on her tits
and that knob of yours up her fanny!"

"Fucking bastard!  I am thinking about it," Gleb replied, working his
member with a strong motion, the foreskin slipping now more easily back and
forth over the head.  Meanwhile, Ilya was fingering his sparse pubes:

"Not bad for thirteen years," he boasted.

"That's nothing, mate," Gleb replied, leaving off his wanking to examine
Ilya's pubic region.  "Kirill has a fucking bush and he's only 12, and
there are several 11-year-olds in our choir with more pubes than yours!
And wait till you see Pasha's balls! " Gleb then took hold of Ilya's long
thin erection between hi two fingers and started gently wanking it.

"Who's Pasha?"  Ilya asked.

"Fucking spunker!  He's a visiting soloist from another choir. He's 15 now
and still got a beautiful voice but you should see his fucking balls and
bush mate!"

"Any boys with tashes in the choir?" Ilya asked.

"Fucking hell, mate!  If you like boys with tashes, you should see
Kirill. He has to shave in the school but he says he's not going to in the
summer, so when you come, you'll see him in full growth!  Gena is only
eleven and his bush is growing in and he's quite a tash.  The cunt was told
to shave it last week but there's only one week of school left, so he is
preserving it to compete with Kirill in the summer."

Gleb reached over to the computer and brought up Pasha's profile on the
screen.

"Look, here is a picture of Pasha on the beach last year when he was just
14," he said.

"Fucking hell, what a tash and what a bulge in his swimming trunks!"  Ilya
said, as he zoomed in on Pasha's thick tash and huhe balls in his pants.

"And here is Gena in his choir uniform last week," Gleb added, bringing up
the profile.

"Fucking hell, quite a tash showing and a bulge too.  You say he's
beginning pubes at 11!"

"Beginning a bush, mate – small hairs all over his pubic region. Grown
these past weeks!"

"Fucking Puberty! – I'm going to like this school, I think!"  Ilya said,
standing up, his long penis now flat against his stomach at the height of
erection, and drawing the boy close to him.  Their penises meshed together
and they pressed close, each gripping the other's buttocks.

"Are you close yet?" Ilya whispered in Gleb's ear, grinding his dick into
the boy's stomach. "I'll be blasting soon!"

"No, not fucking near yet," Gleb replied, "But my fucking balls are
tingling all over."

Ilya gently turned Gleb round so that his bottom became accessible. "Bend
over the desk, you cunt: I'm going to blast into your fucking arse," he
said.  Gleb objected, saying he was not a beast and disn't want a lot to
confess, but that he could press it close to his bottom!



So, Ilya agreed and took his long pencil-like erection and pulled the skin
right back, before bending it down far enough to press between Gleb's
cheeks.  Because it was so thin and long, his pubes were soon rubbing
against the soft buttocks.

"Fucking bastard cunt!" Gleb whispered as he pressed back until the head of
the penis against him. He felt a huge build up of pressure in his balls and
the sensation was electrifying.  Ilya. In a similar state, reached round
and took hold of the boy's hot fat penis and started wanking. At the same
time as thrusting in and out of the boy's bottom.

Suddenly a week's spunk was ready to fire.  "Wank me harder, you cunt,"
Gleb commanded. "Wank my fucking knob and I'll be blasting!" he said ,
gripping the table hard and bending forward to expose his bottom fully.
Ilya now moved his hand from the silky shaft to the soft spongy knob. The
foreskin was now fully back and Ilya could feel moisture emitting from the
slit.

Gleb was sweating and red in the face as Ilya continued his two-fold
ministrations, front and rear.  He suddenly felt a rush of spunk from
Kirill's hot penis running down his leg, at the same time he felt his own
spunk ready to fire.

Suddenly, Gleb's penis erupted in a strong blast of milk-white active sperm
(not the clear watery spunk that Ilya had just shot, despite his pubes!).
It shot forward onto the floor under the table followed by another strong
blast and a lesser one, giving Gleb the most ecstatic sensations of his
life!

Soon all was calm, and the boys separated.

"Well, what now?"  Geb said, recovering his breath.

"Let's get cleaned up, and then we had better go down to the church to
light some candles to say sorry!"

"You're right.  We'll have to confess this, but don't worry.  All will be
well afterwards."

So the boys cleaned up the mess and then went to the bathroom to wash
before Ilya's grandmother arrived for lunch.