Date: Thu, 23 Jun 2011 22:54:51 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Leyland Park School Chapter 13

Leyland Park School

by Alex Carbine

Chapter Thirteen.



	There was one thing that both Charlie and Paul caught from their PE
Teacher, Peter Peters, and it was beginning to show, or not. It came to
their attention when they were having a free-time swim. Unless there are
visitors, the boys do not bother with swim-trunks or whatever, and one of
their class-mates from another House asked Paul in all innocence, " How
come a lot of the boys from India House shave round their cocks?"

	Paul had adopted the habit after visiting Peters' house, and as he
looked round the pool at his dorm mates and others, he realised that the
observation was correct. Nearly everyone from India House now stuck out of
the crowd because they shaved off their pubes. "I dunno'," he answered,
"must be a coincidence or something." The truth of the matter was that on
'bath nights' there was a grand free-for-all, with everyone helping to
shave everyone else.

	He knew that his dorm was all shaved, but he had never realised how
many of the boys from the other dorms also shaved. He also realised that he
could sort out the 'cents' from the 'tivvies' at a glance. Waiting for the
moment, he then dived across the pool to get next to Charlie. When Paul
explained what had happened and the revelation that followed, Charlie also
looked about him with different eyes. "Well I'm fucked!" he
exclaimed. "Well and often, by me anyway," joked Paul.

	Later that day the two were sitting in 'The Cube Room' after they
had finished 'prep'. "You know I have been thinking about our Shaved Cock
syndrome and it now all makes sense," said Paul. "You know Mum and Dad took
me to Goa for last summer holidays?" "No but go on," said Charlie. "Well
for the first few days we were pestered on the beach by young boys and
girls to let them give us henna tattoos, and I thought they were just
begging for money by offering a simple service." "Yes,well, go on," said
Charlie, now half listening. "Well my Dad said that we ought to have them
done because we were going to be there for six weeks, and most holiday
makers were there for just a fortnight," said Paul. "AND ..." Charlie said,
"Is there a point to this?" "Well, we had the tattoos done, and for the
first few days we continued to be pestered by all the itinerant salesmen on
the beach, but as the tattoos faded down, they stopped pestering us," Paul
said triumphantly. "Paul, my friend, is there a point to this at all?"
asked Charlie. "Don't you see, the tattoos showed that we were visitors,
and the amount of the fading showed how long we had been there. The longer
we had been there, the less likely the traders would sell us
anything. Eventually they left us alone." "Christ this is like pulling
teeth Paul. AND ...?" Said Charlie sounding frustrated. "Peters has got us
to shave our cocks. We have got our similarly-thinking-mates to shave their
cocks. Net result ... the likes of Peters doesn't have to risk asking, just
one look and he bloody knows!" "Cheeky sod!" Charlie exploded. "But it
works both ways. What's good for the goose, and all that. We now know who
is a 'Tivvy' just by looking at their pubes.... or the lack of them!" said
Paul. "But every Tom and Harry does not walk around with his Dick hanging
out, does he bright boy?" countered Charlie. "But we would if we saw them
in their showers, after PE, or Tennis or Squash. There are showers at the
indoor Schools, aren't there. We just have to be there at the right times."
said Paul. "Fuckin' ace!" said Charlie, drawing on his vast vocabulary to
express himself.

	Saturday, two days later, the two put their plan into operation. On
the Park there was a grand agricultural span building which housed four
squash courts and two tennis courts, which, thought Paul as he entered the
Indoor Sports School, was just what they needed as the fine weather had
broken and it was 'pissing down' outside.

	The squash courts were competition standard, with glass walls at
the bank and ramped spectator seating behind that. The two indoor tennis
courts were as good as Wimbledon. And to one side were the changing and
locker rooms and the showers. These rooms were the objectives of the boys
afternoon foray.

	As soon as he opened the door, Paul's cock started to stiffen, not
at the thoughts of what could happen, just at the smell of sweat and damp
clothes. They walked through the changing room and made for the showers,
picking up a few towels that were littering the floor. They could hear the
hiss and splash of the showers and knew that there was at least one in
there.

	The heat and steam inside the showers made it feel almost like a
sauna, and they both started to sweat, their 't' shirts clinging to their
bodies, their white shorts hanging limply over their upper thighs and their
jockstraps. They followed their ears to where the showers were on.

	Rounding the corner they were presented with a corridor that had
hanging pegs down the left hand wall, and a row of shower heads sprouting
out from the right hand wall, with a dry walkway under the towels and a
recessed floor to collect the water on the right. Four seniors were washing
themselves down after their doubles game. Charlie thought these Seniors
were from Africa House, at the far end of the Park from India House. All
four had their backs to the boys and were just standing under the showers,
relishing the falling hot water.

	Then one turned round. Paul nudged Charlie as they could see
through the thin steam that his pubes were shaved. "What are you boys here
for?" asked the Senior. The other Seniors turned to see what was
happening. "We're just collecting gash towels. Tidying up, you know," said
Paul, his voice failing a bit. Charlie held up a handful of towels they had
collected on the way in. "Good boys," said the Senior, "you can put them in
the basket just outside the door." Paul and Charlie had seen what they
needed. All four Seniors had shaved their pubes. They made for the door.

	"There are some clean, dry towels in the linen locker out there,"
said one of the Seniors, smiling, "Could you go and get us some fresh
towels, please." He was washing his cock and balls as he spoke, and the
soap suds ran in white rivers off his equipment to the floor. "Yeah! Sure
we could, can't we Charlie?" said Paul and they went out the door into the
cooler changing room. They found the towels in the locker and took them
back through the door into the steam.

	The Seniors were back to facing the showers, and Paul started to
hang his armful of towels on the pegs. "Would you like to bring one over
here?" asked one of the Seniors and turned round to face them. Paul's eyes
dropped to the Senior's midriff, and he could now clearly see that the
teenager was sporting a full erection, which he was lazily wanking with a
soapy hand, his balls hanging low under the moving hand.

	Paul looked at the other teenagers. By now they had partially
turned to see Paul's reaction as they knew what was happening. They too
were sporting erections, and like the first, they were lazily wanking
themselves. Without a thought for the shower water falling on his clothes,
Paul walked into the shower spray and handed the towel to the Senior, who
took the towel in one hand and held onto Paul's outstretched wrist with the
other, before guiding Paul's now-empty hand onto his stiffly erect eight
inches.

	Charlie watched in the dry, but steamy air, and, getting the drift
of what was happening, kicked his sports shoes off, dragged his 't' shirt
over his head and dropped his shorts to stand in his jockstrap, which was
showing obvious signs of his excitement. "Would any of you Gentlemen want a
towel as well?" Charlie offered as he walked into the shower spray to be
with them.

	"I'm Jim," said the first Senior as he helped Paul out of his
sodden clothes. "Paul," said Paul standing in his jockstrap, looking up
into Jim's face with a smile, before dipping his head down onto the proud
knob head in his hand. To do this he had to bend at the waist a little, and
one of the other Senior's came and stood behind him. Taking some liquid
soap from the dispenser the new Senior started to lather Paul's buttocks
and then Paul's hole. "I'm Ben. Is it OK if I fuck you?"

	Charlie's hands were fully occupied with his two Seniors, Mike and
Finn. They were both standing under the spray of the shower heads, their
forearms resting on the wall either side of the mixer taps, their feet
slightly apart and out from the wall, their heads thrown back. Two fingers
of each of Charlie's hands were stiffly fucking their asses, as they wanked
themselves with a bit more meaning, savouring the stimulus they were
receiving from the Junior.

	As Paul continued to suck and wank Jim, Ben offered his soapy cock
up to Paul's winking hole. The bloated head of Ben's cock slipped inside
Paul's ring with a 'plop', and Ben rested his hands on Paul's shoulder
blades as he eased his seven-and-a-bit rock-hard inches into the
boy. "Fuck, that feels good," he said to no one in particular, his helmet
and shaft now fully up to his balls in Paul's bum. "You OK with this,
youngster?" he asked, and Paul managed to nod, his mouth impaled on Jim's
cock.

	Charlie was now sucking on Finn's cock as Mike shafted his mate for
all he was worth. Finn had one hand on the wall to the side of the mixer
tap and his legs wide apart. Mike was holding Finn's waist and was pulling
himself in and pushing himself out of his friend, his cock sliding easily
as it got wet with the falling water each time he pulled almost
out. Charlie was bent round Finn's leg, gaining access to Finn's cock to
suck and wank, whilst Finn's other hand finger fucked his bum hole at a
great rate with two fingers.

	Paul was now bent over, with a Senior fucking him at each end. They
were pushing their cocks into their respective holes in unison, which
helped Paul maintain his balance. Charlie's arse was now being fucked by
Mike, and Finn was attending to his mouth with his cock, a beast that had
enough length and width to almost gag the lad.

	Then Jim called out, "Half time, change ends!" He and Ben pulled
out of Paul and swapped places, Jim inserting his prong into Paul's gaping
red ass, and Ben giving his cock a wash under the shower before pushing it
into Paul's junior lips. Similar was happening to Charlie, as his partners
swapped as well. For a couple of minutes the only sounds were the falling
shower water and the odd contented grunt from the six players under.

	Then the older boys felt the need to cum. Ben pulled out of Paul's
face and started to wank, pumping his cock rapidly until it spat spunk into
Paul's hair and eyes, to be washed away to the floor by the shower. Jim
gave several slow, deep and determined thrusts as he over-filled Paul's
love tunnel with his sticky seed mixture. Mike and Finn both pulled out of
Charlie and then proceeded to cum over his face, standing in front of him
pulling their cocks to generate more and more of their white lumpy gifts
for the boy to lick at.

	Then they pulled Paul and Charlie's jocks down releasing their
stiff Junior cocks. Jim wanked Paul's cock, whilst Ben worked on Paul's
balls and ass hole. Mike got on his knees and sucked Charlie's cock, whilst
Finn started to kiss Charlie, their tongues slowly probing each other's
mouths, Finn's thumbs and forefinger tweaking Charlie's nipples, until he
ejaculated into Mike's hot glove of a mouth. Paul was wanked by Jim whilst
Ben's busy fingers internally stroked Paul's prostate, causing Paul to
shoot his jism almost over to the other wall, the spunk shots diminishing
in distance as his balls emptied, to be washed away by the falling water.

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