Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2011 18:55:09 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Leyland Park School Chapter 11

Leyland Park School

by Alex Carbine

Chapter Eleven.



	The half-term was fading into memories, bad ones for Anthony, one
of the boys in Paul's dorm in India House. He had been caught at a friend's
place, sucking a friend's cock in the friend's bedroom, by the friend's
nosey Mother. Thankfully the friend's Father managed to calm the Mother
down before it all grew too big. Still, it was a salutary warning to
Anthony and the others in the dorm not to be too casual when there are
others around who don't necessarily have the same aspect on life and
sex. Apparently the Father had been at a boarding school himself, and
understood all about 'hormonal teenage boys', and he explained to the boys
quietly that the Mother thought oral sex was 'dirty'. "Poor Dad!" said Paul
to Anthony when he heard the story, "If she goes on like that, Hubby will
come out of the closet, and where will she be then?" Charlie just grunted
and added, "Probably was out for years already, but she doesn't know it."

	They were chatting after lights out, but the dorm was still quite
light in the summer evening dusk. "I don't care whether he is in or out,"
declared Anthony, "it was still a fright to be caught, and just when Algy
had started to cum. It was him shouting out that made his Mum come into the
room anyway." "Who calls their son Algy, for goodness sake?" asked a sleepy
voice from the other side of the dorm. "Someone who lives in a pond and
kisses frogs," piped up another voice. "Algy not algae," laughed
Anthony. "Anyway who wants to sleep with me tonight?"


	A boy near one of the windows threw his bed-covers back and stood
up. Anyone watching would have seen that his already stiff cock was poking
out the slit in his pyjamas bottoms. "I fancy it if you want some company,"
said the boy, Jordan, walking unselfconsciously over to stand by Anthony's
bed. "Jodie's 'company' normally involves 5 inches of stiff meat as a
night-cap," sniggered someone. "Don't knock it, at least he not only gives
it but takes it also," said another voice, obviously speaking from previous
experience. "Want some starters?" asked another, and a half-used tube of KY
flew across the dorm to land on Andy's bed. "Can I watch?" came another,
quiet voice. A stillness descended over the dorm for about five
seconds. "Can we ALL watch?" said the quiet voice. They recognised the
voice of Roger Stark, the Senior Prefect, who would be on his rounds at
this time.

	Coming up the steps and through the doorway from the previous dorm
Roger Stark looked about himself. Two of the beds were already doubled up,
leaving four boys on their own, at the moment, and Jordan standing by
Andy's bed. Roger had changed out of his School day-clothes into a
night-time silk paisley patterned long robe, tied at the waist. He was six
foot tall, had platinum blonde curly hair above his blue eyes and cupid bud
mouth. There were those who said that the hair colour and curls were more
the work of a good hairdresser than an angel, but not in Roger's
hearing. Those that knew him more intimately knew that his neatly trimmed
pubes were blonde as well, and wondered how they could get an appointment
at 'that' hairdresser as well. He sat on Anthony's bed and patted the legs
under the covers. "Show us what you've got Tony. Don't be shy. I already
know it's worth it," he said gently, his cock-head just poking up out of
the join in his robe front. Tony flung the covers back to show that he was
naked and ready, his stiffy pointing up as he lay on his back. Roger
reached over and gently stroked it with his left-hand finger and thumb,
whilst watching Jodie's right hand take his cock and start to slowly,
unconsciously, wank.

	"Alright," Roger said more to the gathering audience than to Tony,
"we have seen the Yin, now show us the Yang." Tony sat up and turned over,
then stood up on his mattress, his body bent forward, his head touching the
wall, so that he could balance, his hands holding his buttock cheeks apart,
so that all could clearly see his dark hole and balls in the fading rays of
the dusk. "More than satisfactory," purred Roger, his cock now standing
clear of his robe, twitching and swaying with his body movement as he
surveyed the rest of the dormitory occupants, all standing around the bed,
wanking their juvenile cocks, or each others, as they watched the events
unfold.

	"Now then Jodie, I think Tony's little fruit pastille is beckoning
to you for a licking," he said, "and that is not the only thing in need of
a licking around here," he added. Paul was standing opposite Roger, and he
lay on his front across the bed so that he could take Roger's fine piece of
almost-adult, Senior Prefect, rugby-15-team-captain,
cricket-11-highest-scorer-this-year, hard, erect, juicy, delicious,
hero-worshipped eight inches of circumcised cock in his
unworthy-but-willing mouth.

	"That's better," said Roger, not just because Paul's tongue and
mouth were now beautifully in sync with his cock, and not because Jodie had
climbed onto the mattress behind Tony and was on all fours, licking the
back of Tony's ballsack and across his hole. It was because Jodie's bum was
now almost in his face. He leaned into the cleft and inhaled the
almost-fifteen year old boy-smell there, before licking his way into the
kneeling boy's arse.

	Around the bed, the remainder of the dorm contentedly wanked,
except for Charlie, who was gainfully employed sticking his prong into his
mate Richard's bum hole at an easy speed, on the promise that Dick could
give him a good 'Dicking' in return.

	Roger now picked up the half-tube of KY and anointed the left hand
middle finger. It slipped in easily up to his knuckle, and Roger found what
he was feeling for straight away. Whilst milking Jodie's cock like a cow's
teat between his legs, his finger slid across the 'guardian and protector'
of Jodie's sperm-bank, his prostate, immediately feeling his wanking hand
begin to slip in the increase of semen now flowing from the end of the
boy's cock. Roger himself loved the feeling of a dildo massaging his
prostate as he lay on his back, either moving it himself or having another
do it for him.

	But it was time for Jodie to find the promised haven for his
cock. Still joined to Roger he stood up behind Tony. Roger used his
finger-up-the-bum to pull Jodie backwards, making Jodie take a couple of
steps, whereupon Roger used his other hand to squeeze KY onto Jodie's knob,
before allowing the boy to attempt to gain entry. Meanwhile Tony's mate
Harry, 'Hay', had been at the bed-head looking after his friend's cock,
sucking and wanking it, and it was Hay who now guided the searching cock to
its destination, helping it slip smoothly into the waiting boy, who stood,
back arched, bum pushed out, ready to accept it as he had done several
times before. Tony liked Jodie's cock, the way it curved, the thickness
that he could easily take, the length that was not too long, the boy that
he loved, to have fuck him.

	Tony knew that Hay was helping Jodie and stood waiting for Tony's
triumphal entry, pushing his bum out to receive the cock, relaxing his ring
to ease the passage of the cock-head into his love channel. He closed his
eyes and concentrated on what he could feel. Hay's hand still on his cock,
at the base pulling the skin on his tube back tight. Hay's arm across his
right buttock as he helped Jodie find the hole. Jodie's hands on his
shoulders, gripping not uncomfortably, but excitedly tight. The head of
Jodie's cock touching his hole entrance, with Hay's guidance, like a
kiss. The increase of pressure on his hole, and his ring opening as he
relaxed. The head plopping in. Jodie letting him get used to his rigid
member, before increasing the pressure to make it slide in deeper. The grip
on his shoulders almost hurting as Jodie tried to gain more leverage. The
cock tube sliding into through his ring, cold with KY, as Jodie urged it in
further and further. Feeling 'filled up' as his love tube stretched just
slightly to accommodate its' new content. The cock head rim as it flared
when Jodie clenched his buttocks at the end of his stroke. The rim like a
plunger, as Jodie pulled it back towards the entrance of the tunnel,
scraping the sides clean before plunging back as far as Jodie could
push. Jodie's balls banging against his own at the bottom of each
stroke. And the sounds of his friends urging them on to sexual
heights. "Yeah! That's the way!" "Give it to him hard, Jodie!" "What's that
feel like then Tony?" "Christ he's going deep!" "Wank me faster."

	Roger had extracted his finger and had 'let' Paul suck it
clean. Opening his robe he had laid back with his straining cock, so hard
it lay flat, pointing up to, and almost touching his navel. Paul climbed
onto The Senior's chest, and reached round for the cock, before leaning
forward and sliding back, so that it could slip into Paul KY-filled love
nest. Paul had heard about the measurements of Roger's cock but had never
actually seen or taken it. 'Only' eight inches long, it was two and a half
inches across, that is eight inches round. Paul had heard that size did not
count when it came to cocks, but it did if you were just under 15 year of
age, and it was your bum it was stretching. Kneeling either side of Roger's
hips he simultaneously tried to relax his sphincter muscle as he lowered
himself onto the up-pointing shaft beneath. Roger did not try to push, but
just lay there, his chin on his chest, watching Paul try to envelope his
monster. He was used to having to wank himself as his 'partners' failed to
accept his size. He wanked at least two or three time a day anyway. However
this boy surprised him as he felt his glans be accepted into the bowel
entrance. Paul rested a few seconds, becoming used to the acute pain in his
bum. His right hand found his cock and he started to wank furiously, his
excitement at being finally fucked by the School sports Hero acted as the
necessary pain killer, and he then allowed his weight to drop himself
further down onto the solid iron rod in him. Roger watched the gap between
Paul's bum and his body diminish until he felt Paul's balls sit on his
neatly trimmed blonde pubes. He reached forward and took over wanking the
erection of one of the few Juniors who had taken his cock willingly and
without a squeal. It was the least he could do.

	Jodie felt his lava rising and told Tony to get ready for his
eruption. Hal took this information on board and sped up his hand, wanking
Tony's cock for all he was worth. This pushed Tony over the edge, and he
started squirting his spunk over the wall and onto his pillow in front of
him. His orgasm meant that his sphincter clenched spasmodically at Jodie's
sliding shaft, which in turn took him over the edge, flooding his hot seeds
into Tony as he had done several times before.

	The fact that his cock was being stimulated by a House Junior's
tight bum, sliding up and down his pink pole as he wanked its' owner,
caused his orgasm to arrive and explode, making the Senior pump a week's
worth of wank juice into the kid, lump after lump after liquid lump, until
he was totally spent. Paul simply squatted there, a warm fleshed receptacle
for anything the Hero gave him, sensing the super cock swelling each time
as Roger gathered himself for another hot super injection of super fuel to
blast into his guts. Then he realised it was all over.

	With difficulty, as he had been using muscles rarely used in his
legs, Paul managed to raise himself off the slowly deflating invader. He
consciously tried to close his gaping hole, to retain for as long as
possible his super cargo, but he could not. Roger took hold of his hips and
pulled him up and above his head. Paul dropped and dripped the gooey
contents all over Roger's face. The other young boys around the bed looked
on in fascination as Roger licked round his mouth, seeking every drop of
his own ejaculate his tongue could find, and wishing he would ask them to
help. Various boys were in the process of cumming over the Senior's body
and legs, or just had, as each individual wank came to fruition.

	Finally every one had had their spray. Roger looked up at the faces
as they looked down at him and smiled broadly. "I love the taste of spunk
at dusk," he misquoted from his favourite war film.

Please contact me with any insight or comment at alex.carbine@sky.com .