Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2011 22:52:18 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Leyland Park School Chapter 18

Leyland Park School

by Alex Carbine

Chapter Eighteen.



	I won't bore you as to how and when Paul was delivered back to the
School that night, but to observe that there were those who had their
suspicions confirmed when they saw him the next day, obviously very tired,
walking as though sore and very happy. Even Charlie was not made privy as
to what had gone on, Paul kept his sexual frolics that night a secret even
from him, just as Vivian had made him swear to. But Charlie was no fool,
and when they shared Charlie's bed together in the dorm that night Charlie
was able to feel the swelling and see Paul's tender red hole as he licked
it, and the way he jumped sensitively when Charlie inserted his fingers,
and then his well-lubed cock into it gently. "Did you have fun?" he asked
Paul, whispering into his ear so no one else in the dorm could hear him, as
he rocked to and fro. "You have no idea, Paul! I think that all that we
have done is great, but last night what I saw and did was just ...  well
... mindbogglingly MEGA!" and he pushed his butt hard back into Charlie's
lap to get Charlie's stiffness right into his gut as deep as he could.

	After a couple of days he ventured into the School Library to see
Viv Stanhope. Viv looked up from the work on his desk and his smile beamed
welcome to his young friend. "I wasn't sure if I would see you this soon,"
he confided quietly, gently brushing his hand through Paul's hair. Paul
said nothing, confirmed with a sweep of the Library that there was no one
else present and then put his hand on Viv's trousers, feeling the old
Librarian's cock swell under his touch. "I don't know how to thank you for
my 'Birthday Present'," said Paul, "and I am wearing all the time now."
Viv's hand went to the boy's crutch and he felt the hardness of the cock
ring, the boy's balls, and the young stiff cock, all contained, he guessed,
in the pouch of a jock-strap, or at least he hoped so. "We could do it
again, you know, but maybe a Saturday or Sunday afternoon, and not at the
Club. That's really too risky. Derek was able to close the door for us that
night. But you could come to my place and I could get a few friends around
as well." Paul could imagine Viv's friends and what they would all do. "Can
I bring a friend too?" asked Paul, thinking of Charlie, and how he had not
pushed Paul to tell him of his evening away. "If you think he can keep a
secret, and is a similarly minded 'good' friend, then I am sure you both
will be welcomed" By this time Viv had opened Paul's trouser fly and his
busy hands had released Paul's erection from the expected white jock-strap
pouch. Dropping to his knees on the carpet, from his chair, Vivian let Paul
push his juvenile stiffy into his welcoming mouth. Paul felt the wet heat
of Viv's salivating mouth as it closed round his cock, taking the whole
length with a nod. With the excitement of expectation and the wanking and
sucking of Viv, Paul soon came, his boy-nectar present gratefully accepted,
savoured and swallowed by the old man as his own load of lumpy white syrup
wet the inside of his own jock in sympathy with the boy's orgasm.

	Paul's excitement mounted as Saturday afternoon came closer and
closer. "What did you say we were doing?" asked Charlie after lunch as they
changed out of their School uniforms in the dorm. "Wait and find out, but
you MUST tell no one. That is most important," answered Paul mysteriously,
with an impish grin. Wearing a small backpack containing a few 'things'
that Paul would not let Charlie see, Paul and Charlie signed themselves out
for 'shopping' and disappeared out of the School gates on their bikes.

	Viv's house was about ten minutes away, but Paul was careful to
make sure that they were not followed by anyone else, so they arrived at
the Victorian house set back from the road, with a horseshoe drive, about
thirty minutes later. Paul noted there were three cars parked neatly in the
drive already. Locking their bikes to a post by the stone steps leading up
to the front door, Charlie then followed Paul up to the shiny, black
painted door with a big polished brass letter box. Charlie could hear the
bell jangle within as Paul rang the bell, and half expected a lisping
hump-backed Igor-type servant to open the door.

	The door was opened by Aida, the young man Paul had met at the
Sauna that night, giving out towels at the reception. He was wearing a
Hawaiian 'T' shirt, shorts and sandals and grinned as he waved them into
the hallway, with it's chequered black-and-white marble floor, coat rack,
dresser, aspidistra, and sweeping marble staircase. "Come on into to the
sun-lounge. I was waiting for you. Everyone is here already, and they are
just starting," he said as he lead them through tall doors into a vast
Victorian glass conservatory. Paul and Charlie drank in the scene of five
adults and three boys of Paul and Charlie's age, lounging naked on
cushioned, white plastic sun-loungers, surrounded by enormous potted
palms. The eight were in various positions, either watching, sucking,
fucking or wanking. Viv materialised from somewhere only wearing a metal
cock-ring, (that had been faceted so that it caught the light and
glittered,) around his semi-stiff cock and hanging balls. A naked Aida was
now hanging onto his elbow. At this time, Paul and Charlie were the only
ones in the room wearing clothes.

	"Hallo young Paul! And this," he said beaming and offering his hand
to shake Charlie's, "must be your friend Charlie." Paul started to laugh at
the formality of the situation, then he turned to Charlie and said, "We are
now twelve for tea, Simpkins. Tell Cook." and started to take his own
clothes off, leaving them on the floor as he dropped them. The others in
the room stopped to watch the strip show noting Paul's perfect boyish shape
and the cock-ring wrapped round his already up-standing cock. "Come on
Charlie," Paul twittered, "welcome to my surprise. Last one fucked is truly
a cissy." As Charlie shed his clothes under their watching eyes, Vivian,
whom Charlie knew only as the School Librarian, pointed and introduced the
others to them and they waved and called their greetings before returning
to watching, sucking, fucking or wanking. The thing that really surprised
Paul was that he introduced Aida as his live-in boy-friend. 'Now that,'
Paul thought, 'I would never have guessed.'

	With their arrival there were now six adults, five boys and
Aida. There were blinds across the roof panels and down the windows, so
that nothing could 'offend the neighbours' and the triple glazing contained
all but the most loud cries of passion. The warm air inside was moved
around by large 'punkah' fans hanging down from the roof struts. There were
several open bottles of Champagne in tower ice buckets between the
Loungers, next to side tables loaded with champagne flutes, bowls
containing packets of lube and condoms, silver plated boxes contained wet
baby-wipes, ice buckets and fizzy bottled water.

	Viv strode back over to the boys, his bloated cock nodding from
side to side, a flute of champagne in each hand. "Enjoy my friends. Drink
what you will, but have more water than wine." He winked
conspiratorially. "You don't want to have brewer's droop or fall asleep, do
you?" Having handed over the glasses he was led away to a lounger by one of
the boys (Simon) who had taken hold of Viv's low hanging balls. The boy
knelt on the seat and offered his bum to Viv's stiffening cock, holding his
cheeks apart so that his darker brown crinkly flesh was open and winking
his readiness to receive whatever Viv gave him. As Paul walked by, Viv held
his hard, condom-sheathed cock between finger and thumb and slipped easily
into Simon, making Paul smile as he thought that Viv was not the first up
in there today.

	"I think we need to loosen up," he said to Charlie, "and I have
just the things." Paul went over to the back-pack he had brought and
revealed two red jelly butt-plugs. Lubing one up he gave it to Charlie and
then bent over. Charlie was able to insert the plug easily into Paul's bum
with a twist, then he turned and presented his own bum to Paul, who slipped
in the other lubed plug for Charlie. As their anal muscles stretched and
grew used to the invaders they were able to decide what, or who, they would
do next, their swollen purple cock-heads atop their rod-hard cocks already
beading with clear pre-cum.

	Charlie was attracted to a lounger where a boy (Alex) was lying on
his back, slowly wanking his cock, whilst his partner (James) was
positioned over his face so that he could lick the adult arse hole. He
knelt either side of Alex's legs, his bum in the air over the boy's feet
and his head down as he started to suck at Alex's cock. Just as he had
hoped, he soon felt a hand stroke over his butt-plug and bottom
cheeks. "Just like fishing," he thought. "All you have to do is use the
right bait on the hook and wait."

	Paul went over to where an adult (Andy) was kneeling on the tiled
floor and laying across a lounger, his ass being fisted by Aida. Paul stood
in front of Andy's face, and Paul's cock was guided into his mouth by
holding Paul's bum cheeks, a finger almost in Paul's hole, and pulling Paul
to him. As he was sucked and fingered expertly, Paul looked along his
muscular back and watched as Aida's greased arm disappeared between his
adult cheeks, almost to his elbow, to the obvious enjoyment of both Andy
and Aida, judging by the hard-on that Aida was sporting, its' purple head
shiny with clear cum that was bubbling from the slit and dribbling down the
shaft to drip from his balls to the floor. With eyes closed and a dreamy
look on his face, Aida's arm slowly pistonned in and out. Paul matched his
rhythm so that as Aida pulled almost out, Paul slid his erection wholly in,
fucking the moist lips of Andy's mouth. He looked up at Paul and managed to
nod, his eyes alight with his enjoyment.

	Viv was lying in a black leather sling, hanging in a chromed frame
at the far end of the conservatory, enjoying having his legs up in the
straps, his hole, balls and cock being licked and sucked by a man (Bernie)
with a big, thick circumcised cock. The tube of Bernie's weapon arced out
and away from his body, with a heavy and massive flared purple glans which
swung about slowly and menacingly as he moved. At the other end, Viv was
sucking Simon whom he was previously fucking, but who was now being fucked
from behind by Ollie who had a delightfully long and thin cock, the man
holding onto the young hips, pulling his cock into the boy hard, so his
full and heavy balls swung against Simon's smaller ones when his body
kissed and pressed against Simon's young globe ass as he plunged in
forcefully time and again.

	Charlie did not look round as the hands smoothed over his cheeks
and then pulled at his butt-plug. Following its' easy extraction it was
replaced by two gentle fingers which sawed in and out stimulating his
prostate. He started to drip onto Alex's legs and a soft, lubricated hand
reached between his legs and started to wank him, like a milk-maid milking
a cow. He looked round to see the boy Martin standing immediately behind
him, and it was he that was stimulating his ass and cock. They smiled at
each other, and Charlie returned to sucking Alex. Graham, who had been
standing to one side, lazily pulling on his stiff cock, watching Alex &
James, Martin & Charlie, moved behind Martin and slid his rod into the
boy's ass. As Martin fingered Charlie and wanked his cock, Martin's head
went back and he let out a low gasp as the full length and thickness of
Graham's cock left its' impression on his young anal canal lining, the
edges of Graham's helmet scraping along the passage as he pushed and pulled
his adult cock in and out of the boy.

	Like the others in the room, each immersed himself in the
particular pleasures he was experiencing, both in the giving and receiving
of favours to each others. Hardly a sound was to be heard except for the
occasional gasp or hum of excesses. And that was how it went until Viv
cleared his throat and suggested in his mellow tones that it was probably
time to change partners.

To be continued

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