Date: Sun, 26 Jun 2011 01:06:21 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Leyland Park School Chapter Fourteen

Leyland Park School

by Alex Carbine

Chapter Fourteen.


	It was Paul's Birthday. He had kept it secret because he had seen
what some of the boys had done to others on their birthday. He did not want
his pubic regions covered in shoe polish. He did not want an 'apple pie
bed'. He did not want shaving cream sprayed all over him. He did not want
to be trussed up like a turkey, and then left naked somewhere. He did not
want ...  And so he had kept quiet about it.

	All through the day he watched for ambushes, or knowing glances,
the odd word out of place, the snigger behind a hand. He saw none of it. By
the end of the day he was more tired of being alert than if something had
happened.

	After prep was over he took himself off to the Library and almost
hid himself in a corner, behind a big book. Mr. Stanhope, the Librarian,
looked over his glasses at Paul and a smile crossed his face. Normally a
cloak of silence covered the room, but Vivian Stanhope threw convention to
the winds and said clearly out loud to the only occupant in the room, "It's
your Birthday isn't it?" Paul looked at him round the open book and nodded
nervously. "Yes Sir!" he replied nervously. "No need to worry, I won't
tell. And anyway, it's almost over." "Yes Sir," agreed Paul. "I have been
here for many years and I can tell," said Viv with a smile, fishing around
in the drawer of the desk in front of him. "Ah yes, here they are," he said
and held up a bag of sweets. "Do you fancy one?" he asked and shook the
bag.

	Paul came over to Viv and looked into the outstretched bag of
boiled sweets. Picking a red one he said, "Thank you Sir," "No need to call
me Sir, it's your Birthday," Viv wheezed, "Call me Vivian , or Viv. Please
take another one if you want."  Paul thanked him and took another, for
later. "Come and sit here, and tell me all about yourself," said Viv,
patting his knee for Paul to sit on. Paul sat, rather like sitting on
Santa's knee so many years before. Viv put his hand round Paul's shoulders
and gave him a hug. "Happy Birthday, young Sir!" he said. Paul looked down
at the open drawer in front of Viv. There were a set of keys, a fountain
pen, a few sheets of typed paper, and a magazine. The magazine had a
colourful cover to it.

	 "If you could do anything in the world, at this moment, what would
you ask for?" said Viv, looking down at Paul's face. Paul thought for a
moment before answering and then looked back into kindly Vivian's old-man
eyes and said, "I think I would like to be on the cover of that magazine in
the drawer, doing what he is doing," and he pointed to the magazine.

	Viv just burst into laughter. He knew exactly what was on the cover
of that magazine. It depicted a young lad sucking on an old, naked man's
cock, his young ass pointing slightly to the camera in order to show the
butt plug firmly in his ass, above his small, tight balls. Paul dropped his
hands from where they were on his legs, so that one hung down loosely at
his side and the other landed on the fold of fabric on the fly of Viv's
trousers. "And if you could do anything at this moment, what would you ask
for?" asked a smiling Paul. Viv's answer was as predictable as Paul had
thought. "I think I would like to be on that cover with you," he said.

	After that, Paul was aware that Viv was thinking, and that he had
obviously reached a decision. "Don't run off, dear boy, I think you have
made a capital decision, one which I believe I can make blossom to
fruition. A couple of 'phone calls and then 'Let the Festivities Begin' as
they used to say in the Roman Arena, and if they didn't, they jolly well
ought to." Paul slid off his leg as Viv stood and went over to his coat,
hanging on the hat stand by the door. Extracting his mobile he called a
number and had a low but excited conversation. That done, he then made
another call, which again Paul could not make out but which ended with a
satisfied grunt. Viv then turned and faced Paul. "Come lad," he said
dramatically, "The game's afoot!" and throwing his coat around him like a
cloak he opened the door and strode out, brushing his hand up the light
switches as he left, leaving Paul totally in the dark, literally.

	Paul closed the door behind him and heard the lock 'snick', and ran
after Mr. Stanhope. "What's happening? What are you doing?" he asked when
he caught up with the purposefully striding Librarian. Vivian stopped
suddenly and turned to face Paul. "You, Young Man," he said huskily , "are
booked out from the School tonight, until I return you! You may hear the
chimes of midnight and want to rush off, like Cinderella, but I can
guarantee you will stay and face your future!" He pointed his finger at
Paul and shouted, "Do you know what enigmatic means?" Paul shook his
head. "No? ...  Well I'm not actually sure myself, but what you are going
to experience," and here Viv held his hands up in exaltation, " will take
your breath away for many a year!" Paul just stared at him wide eyed.

	Following Viv to his parked car, he tried to keep up with the
striding figure in front of him.  As they sat in the car Viv turned to Paul
and said, "Sorry about that, but I love the theatre of Conan Doyle's
writings. There is something about his Sherlock Holmes. You can almost
taste the smog and lamplight." "OK! yeah! Sherlock Holmes! He was a heroin
junkie wasn't he? So what are we going to do tonight?" asked Paul a bit
phased. "We, my dear Sir, are going where you have never been before." He
watched Paul's eyebrows knit. "At least I think not that ye have trod this
path before," and with a flourish he started the car and reversed neatly
out of the space.

	They drove quietly into the nearest town, I say quietly because
both were as silent as the grave. Paul recognised where they were until Viv
made a couple of unexpected turnings, and then he was a bit lost. They drew
up outside a dimly lit exterior, with a brightly lit door.  The legend in
white on the door read 'Sunshine Day and Night Club, Sauna and Massage.'

	Parking the car outside in the painted bay, Viv waited until Paul
exited the car before he said, "Don't be surprised by what you see. Just
enjoy!" and with that he pushed open the door. A buzzer started to hum
further up the entrance passage until the door closed. Viv walked up the
short passage and talked to the youth at the counter off to his
right. "Derek said it's OK. It's the lad's birthday." and paid with two
twenty pound notes. The youth handed over a pair of white fluffy towels to
Viv and, handing two to Paul said, "There you go love, and here are your
locker keys." Paul took the two keys on big rubber bands and followed Viv
through the door ahead.

	Passing through a deserted Café lounge they went through another
door into a locker room. Viv started to take his clothes off and placed
them in the locker which one of Paul's keys had opened. Paul followed
suite, wrapping a towel round himself like Viv, but not before he had
appreciated Viv's cock and balls, nestling in their hairy nest. Slipping
the big rubber bands with keys round their wrists for safe keeping, they
passed through the next door. To their right was a dry sauna, to their left
a steam sauna, and in front of them a big Jacuzzi, bubbling away. Viv
turned to Paul and asked, "Are you up for all this?" and walked over to the
shower heads on the wall. Paul watched as Viv hung his towel on a hook and
walked into the shower spray naked. Paul did the same, and when they were
both under the showers, Viv pumped at the soap dispenser and said, "Make
sure you wash your cock and ass well. Nobody likes a cheesey cock or shitty
ass," and proceeded to lather Paul between his legs, swirling round his
small balls and cock head, and stroking a couple of fingers over Paul's
rectum before washing himself with the same gusto.

	Then, leaving their towels on the hooks they walked into the steam
room. Paul's first impression was that there was little light and it was
stifling hot. He sat down on the pre-formed plastic bench and let his eyes
get used to the gloom and the swirling steam. Then he could see there were
four others in the room, all sitting. There was a man almost next to him to
his left, and three opposite, with Viv and another man sitting on the third
wall. The door made up most of the fourth wall. Because of the steam and
the gloom he could not make out what was happening at first, until he
realised that opposite him one man was leant over, sucking the erect cock
of the guy in the middle, who was wanking the guy on the end. His gaze
turned to Viv to see him reaching out for the erect cock of the man next to
him, who was leaning against the wall, his erection sticking up proudly
from his legs. He turned to the guy next to him, and the man nodded to him
in acknowledgement. Paul nodded back to be sociable and the man reached out
and took hold of Paul's thickening teenage length. Then he tilted over and
Paul felt his mouth slip over his helmet and start to suck him
off. "Christ!" he thought, "I'm in bloody Nirvana."

	He lay back and let the man play with his balls and suck his cock,
trying to get a finger into his tight bum, until Paul decided that he did
not want to come until he had seen the rest of the place first. He stood
up, and Viv saw the youngster's erect cock pointing out at right angles
from his young body, silhouetted against the light coming in through the
glass door.  They left the steam room and went to the dry sauna. In there
they sat on the hot wooden slats of the tiered benches, in an impossibly
hot room lit by a single red bulb under one of the benches, near the
floor. A man appeared from the far end of the room and walked past Paul,
the man's long, stiff erection waving from side to side as he paced. "The
room in there has no light at all," whispered Viv and Paul walked down to
investigate. There were quiet sounds of grunts and breathing emanating from
the dark void of the doorway. Paul entered and felt his way with a hand
along the wall until he encountered another standing in the dark. A hand
from nowhere took hold of his cock and started to wank him. He reached to
where he guessed it should be at found himself holding a big, heavy pair of
balls with an enormous stiff cock above them. 'Is it bigger because I can't
see it?' he thought, 'or is it really just fucking big?' An unknown found
his cock and started to suck him, two hands drawing his buttocks closer to
the mouth for him to fill it more completely. He felt in front of himself,
sensing and hearing movement. His hands came squeeze the buttocks of a man
who was in the process of fucking the ass of another. Paul felt in the
cleft of the man's legs and took hold of his balls as they swung in the
heat. Then he felt further forward and felt the man's cock pistoning in and
out of the other's anus, his fingers encircling the fucking cock, the heavy
balls scraping back and forth along his fore-arm and then he traced round
part of the stretched hole with his finger tips where the stiff cock was
working in and out. A pair of fingers and thumbs got hold of his nipples
and squeezed. It hurt and he retreated back out to where Viv sat, near the
heating stove. Viv took hold of one of Paul's hands and put it to his
nose. "Been busy have you?" asked the older man, whilst he lazily wanked
himself.

	Then Viv stood and it was Paul's time to see the older man's cock
in silhouette against the red bulb light. Viv had a decent plaything, Paul
decided, now that it was reasonably hard. They went out and past the
Jacuzzi and through another doorway. Paul was following and had an up-close
view of Viv's posterior, his cheeks, ass-hole and balls, as they climbed
the stairs to the first floor. The whole of this landing was also low lit,
and Paul could see eight or so doors on each side of the corridor, some
open, some closed. The first they walked past had the door open and Paul
could see it was a small room with a couch. "These are rest rooms,"
explained Viv. The next door was closed but Paul could hear a rhythmic
knocking coming from within. The next was open and a man lay on his back on
the couch within. His cock stood straight up, pointing to the ceiling and
his hand was sliding up and down it with a sticky sound. They continued on
to the room at the end where the light coming from it showed that there was
a TV on inside. This was a bigger room and had six chairs in front of the
large TV set, showing gay porn films continuously. A low table beside the
set had two large bowls on it, the one full of condom packets, the other
packets of lube.

	No one was there so Viv continued round the dog-leg in the corridor
to the next set of doors. Viv opened a door to show that the wall between
this and the next room had glory holes at different heights punched through
it.  The next pair of rooms had a plate of glass as a divider, until he was
shown the other side, and realised it was a one-way mirror. The next room
had a leather sling hanging from the ceiling, and this had someone laying
in it. "Hi Viv," said the voice. "Hallo Derek," he answered.

	Derek heaved himself into a sitting position and looked at
Paul. "This is the owner Paul," said Viv by way of introduction. Paul
offered his hand, which Derek shook, Paul feeling the slippery substance
that was coating the man's hand. "Oh sorry about that, " said Derek, "just
been having a wank. It's only lube. Will wash off easily if you want." Paul
laughed slightly nervously. "Cute inn'ee?" observed Derek. "We have been
all round now, Derek, and Paul has seen where everything is, so I propose
that we leave him to it.," said Viv. And Derek added, "The front door is
locked and there is just a few 'invited' guests left, so we won't be
troubled." He lay back in the sling and put his feet into the strops on the
supporting chains. "Plenty of packets on lube on the wall bracket," he said
and Paul watched Viv go get some and smear his right hand with a liberal
coating. Taking hold of Derek's stiff cock with his left hand to stop Derek
swinging, Viv started to push first one, then another finger into Derek's
star-shaped, crinkly bum hole. Paul watched as the hole opened up easily
and accommodated Viv's hand up to his wrist, and then his arm up to the
elbow. Then, with his arm firmly seated in Derek's bottom, Viv started to
wank the cock in his left hand. Paul had stood watching entranced, but he
now asked, "Can I have a go, Viv?"  As Viv pulled his arm out carefully,
Paul lubed up his hand, wrist and forearm. Then he wrapped his left hand
round the ample, circumcised cock and offered his right hand up to the
gaping hole. It slid in easily, maybe because his hand was smaller, and he
was able to feel all manner of lumps and bumps as he slid in until his arm
was in up to the elbow. Then he started to wank Derek's cock, letting his
hand slide all the way up to the top, his thumb and finger slipping over
the flared glans, before returning his encircling fist to the bottom of the
stalk. Maybe it was because it was being done by a young fifteen year old,
but Derek very soon felt himself approaching his orgasm. Paul felt the
glove his hand was in tighten up and he could see that Derek's balls were
tight up to the base of his cock. As Paul now concentrated his wanking on
the head of the cock, it started to spit it's cargo, spewing rope after
rope of spunk up and along Derek's stomach, puddling in the indentation of
his umbilical. Paul just moved his arm in and out of the hole a bit as he
wanked the last of the sperm cocktail out of the hard spout, and then let
Derek get his breath back, before slowly withdrawing his arm out into the
cooler air of the room. "You two fuck off and have a shower. I'll just lie
here a bit," said the grateful Derek, and the two headed down the stairs at
this end of the corridor to go through the Café, the changing rooms and
into the showers.


	There will be a continuation in the next Chapter

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