Date: Sat, 20 Aug 2011 00:05:54 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Leyland Park School Chapter 23

Leyland Park School

by Alex Carbine

Chapter Twenty Three.


	Paul's standard of work at School had fallen off. His assigned
Tutor, Mr Oliver Pearson, left a note in Paul's pigeon hole in India House
'asking' for him to attend at his Office the next morning, at break time,
but not what for. Paul knew what it would be about. His last test results
were below average, mainly because he had taken them on the day after the
'Party' at Viv Stanhope's, The Librarian, and if he was honest with himself
he would admit that he was thinking more about the pain from his sore cock
and inflamed ass-hole than he was about the test subjects. QED his results
were crap, but what should he tell his tutor?

	He arrived outside the Office as 'asked' and was about to knock on
the frame around the glass in the door stating 'Oliver Pearson' followed by
some letters that Paul had no idea what they represented other than there
were more than a few, when the door was opened from inside by the man
himself. "Come in Shand! Paul isn't it? Sit down boy, sit down," he said
with a smile. Paul sat nervously. His legs felt weak anyway, and there was
a feeling in his stomach like he was very hungry. "You are probably
wondering why I have asked you here today," said Oliver, leaning his elbows
on the desk and forming an arch with his fingers touching, looking over
them through his round, thin framed glasses.

	"Well Sir, if it's about my work recently....." Paul began, looking
at the edge of the desk. "No, Paul! far more serious!" said the smiling
Oliver, although Paul thought it was more like the way a wolf shows it's
teeth before biting it's victim. "I have been talking to my fellow staff
members and your immediate peers in India House..... and they all told me
the same thing." Oliver leaned back in his office chair. "I have been
looking for a particular type of boy, and your name was put forward
unanimously." He beamed at Paul and it would seem he was almost waiting to
see what Paul would say.

	Various thoughts sped though Paul's brain. 'He wants a blow job'
'He wants to fuck me' 'He's found out about The Party at Vivs.' He decided
to be cautious. "What was that for, Sir?" he asked trying to sound
intelligently excited. "The School Committee has decided to 'opt in' a
junior student to give your age-group a voice on the Board," beamed Oliver,
now extending his hand to shake. "Thank you Sir," was all Paul could say
and he shook the extended hand.

	"Gosh," said Charlie when Paul told him back in the class-room. "Do
we have to call you 'Your Worship'?" he asked giving a mock bow and a
flourish with his hand that ended in giving Paul two fingers. "Fuck off!"
Paul replied. "I've got to go to my first meeting tomorrow night. God knows
what it all entails. I'll just have to wing it I suppose," and with that
Paul sat at his desk and rested his chin on his hand, a distant look in his
eyes. "Did Pearson mention your work as you thought he would?" asked
Charlie. "Yeah he said it was crap and I have to pull my finger out of my
bum, or at least that was the gist of it," replied Paul. "Fingers are the
least of your worries," joked Charlie trying to feed the stiff cock that
was now poking out of his trousers into Paul's mouth. "Put that
away. Someone might come!" said Paul. "Me I hope" laughed Charlie, and just
managed to tuck himself back into his trousers before some of the others
came back into the room.

	As word spread of his new position, various topics were presented
to Paul by a variety of his year from the various Houses for the meeting,
but Paul, noting them down, could only say that he could not promise
anything until he had seen how the Board operated.

	The Meeting was held in the large house of Mr. Stanley Gibson,
House Master of Africa House. Paul had been in Africa House but never in
The House Master's holy-of-holies. As he entered the hallway of the house,
he could not help noticing the life-size bronze of a naked discus thrower,
and the fact that the average sized penis and balls was shiny polished,
whereas the rest of the statue was dark brown/black with patina. He smiled
as he imagined someone walking past, regularly giving the cock a tickle
under the balls as he passed, which was exactly what he did as he went
past.

	Sitting round the dining-room table in the 'inner sanctum' were
most of the Board's members. He had never really given the School Committee
a thought as he had not been involved before. The first year boys were not
allowed to vote, and no-one really listened to them anyway. Having been
formerly greeted when the meeting got under-weigh he was mostly ignored in
the following business. At the 'any-other-business' section Paul raised the
main points he had noted down from his mates, and they were discussed, but
nothing was decided for action. The meeting finished and he sat waiting to
see what happened next.

	He was not prepared for the question that came out of the
blue. "Paul," said Gibson, the House Master, "Would you describe yourself
as, in the current school idiom, a 'cent' or a 'tivvy'?" The others round
the table all stopped and looked at Paul. They all looked serious, and
interested. Paul had to make up his mind on several levels. Did he admit to
the Committee that he was not a 'cent' or 'innocent', but a 'tivvy' or
sensitive? Did he lie or have the guts to tell the truth, and possibly be
ostracised?

	Paul took a deep breath and told the assembly in a clear voice, "I
would describe myself as a 'tivvy' and am quite comfortable to have others
know of my sexual orientations." There, it was out, the truth, the whole
truth and nothing but the truth, he thought. He sat looking ahead, waiting
for the world to come crashing round his ears. He heard, however, a single
pair of hands clapping followed by more, until each of the Committee was
applauding his answer.

	"Well done!" said Gibson as the room quietened down. "We need boys
who can be honest, regardless of circumstance. It was decided by members of
this Committee collectively that you would be the best candidate and our
enquiries proved our decision well founded. I think I can voice for all of
us that we will look forward to your inclusion into our fold!" The others
at the table banged on it noisily with their left hands whilst voicing
"here! here!" in support. Paul blushed to his hair roots and smiled.

	After the Meeting, two of the Seniors from Africa House who were on
the Board invited Paul up to their Study Passage, and were introduced to a
couple of other Prefects who were there in a study. There was Hassim, an
Indian, and Kojo, a Ghanian, who were lounging, listening to tracks from
the current Top 10, which they had recorded from the radio. Both were
dressed in long smoking-jackets, and were draped comfortably over
armchairs. Brian and Des, the two on the Board, disappeared after
introducing Paul, but re-appeared soon after, having changed into their own
casual long smoking-jackets. Des closed the door behind him.

	"I was very impressed that you admitted at the meeting that you
were a 'tivvy'," Des said conversationally, sitting on the arm of a well
upholstered chair opposite Paul. Hassim and Kojo glanced at each other and
then at Paul. "I thought it was best to be honest from the start," answered
Paul, looking from face to face. The others nodded, and seemed to be in
thought. Paul felt a little uncomfortable and sat further back in his
arm-chair, into which he was sinking. Kojo leaned forward and put his hand
out towards Paul. "Don't feel awkward on our account. We understand
completely," said Kojo, and then he leaned back again. His dressing gown
fell open at his waist as his stiffening, circumcised cock forced it's way
up out between the two sides of the gown. Paul was mesmerised by it's
appearance and sudden growth, and it continued to grow.

	"Kojo, you're getting a little ahead of us, as usual," said Hassim,
"Put it away before you hurt someone!" Kojo laughed and re-adjusted the
gown to cover his erection. "No sense of decorum," said Brian, scratching
his balls as he sat in his chair. Des snorted his mirth and the movement
caused his gown to fall open as he sat on his chair's arm. He had a large
hanging sack of big balls and a five inch cock, and it was still soft. Paul
just sat and took in the view.

	It was Hassim who took charge by standing up and holding out both
hands for Paul to take. Paul stood up out of the chair and Hassim started
to undress him, Hassim's erection growing under the cover of his gown,
which had now opened to present his cock to view. Having removed Paul's
shirt and tie, Hassim dropped to his knees and helped Paul out of his shoes
and socks, before loosening the belt and pulling Paul's trousers to the
floor. Kojo licked his lips when he saw that Paul was wearing a black
'Gregg Homme' jockstrap which clearly showed that Paul was circumcised and
excited. Hassim cupped Paul's tackle, sensuously feeling the soft,
leather-like fabric and what it contained, whilst the middle finger of his
right hand sought and found Paul's hot hole, without any resistance.

	By this time Kojo was on his feet and had removed his gown, showing
to all his six-foot plus high body. The tube of his dark coloured cock was
sticking up out of his body to be almost parallel to his stomach, and was
now 9 inches (23 cms) long and about 7 inches (18 cms) round and with the
big bulbous head the cock must have been over ten inches (26 cms) in total
length. Paul reached out a hand and started to run his curled hand up and
down this pole of plenty. For his part, Kojo just stood with his hands on
his waist, smiling contentedly as he let Paul play with his toy.

	Brian had started to fellate Des, who was laying back along the
chair arm watching Brian's mouth slide up and down his cock, as Brian stood
legs apart, his weight supported by his bent arms, which were just above
Des's knees. Paul realised how muscular Kojo was, with his bulging arms,
chest and rippled stomach. It was obvious to Paul that Kojo must spend many
hours weight training in the gym. So Paul was not surprised how easily Kojo
picked him up, just surprised it was happening at all.

	The big coloured turned him upside-down so that Paul faced the
floor, then, holding him gently but firmly, he manoeuvred him until Paul
could suck the proffered monster cock that was in-front of his face. Paul's
cock, in turn, was sucked by the gentle giant. In this way the two
sixty-nined each other.

	Hassim was also standing by now and was behind Brian as he sucked
Des. Licking his finger to lubricate it, he inserted it into the unguarded
hole, following it with another finger, which then slipped back and forth
making the skin on Brian's anus drag in and out with the movement. Next,
following a liberal application of KY lubricant, Hassim slipped his puffy
cockhead easily into Brian's arse, and, holding Brian's hips for leverage,
Hassim started to fuck Brian vigorously, savouring the feeling on the raw
nerve endings around his glans as he slid up and down inside his friend's
hot anal canal.

	Kojo returned Paul to the upright position before it became
uncomfortable and then Paul went on his knees and began to suck the monster
cock again. After several minute the tall coloured turned and offered Paul
his perfectly proportioned buttocks, which Paul parted and started licking
the hole hidden between them. Paul's tongue first coated the around the
outside with saliva and then pushed inside the hole with quick darting
motions. Kojo leaned on the chair arm and allowed the youngster to eat his
arse out, Paul licking and poking with his tongue whilst both hands wanked
the massive cock that hung down under, the full balls-sack swinging to and
fro as he did so.

	Then Paul felt a hand feeling his balls and hole from behind. He
let go Kojo's cock and went on his 'all-fours', continuing to lather Kojo's
hole and balls. Hassim, who had bored of Brian, entered the young lad at
speed and with no foreplay. Resting his hands of Paul's back, Hassim thrust
deeply into the lad, getting the satisfying feeling of Paul's sphincter
tight round the base of his cock. Balancing himself with his head on Kojo's
buttocks and his weigh on his knees, Paul reached behind himself and held
his bum cheeks apart to allow and encourage Hassim to get right into his
guts. Hassim thrust a dozen times before Paul felt the familiar pulsing and
extra cock inflation that manifests itself with your partner cumming. He
heard Hassim grunt, "Oh Yeah!" before he felt the red hot lava flooding
into his love tube. Six slow, deliberate thrusts and Hassim was
drained. Paul felt him withdraw and then a wet tongue on his backdoor. Paul
pushed gently to expel the newly arrived spunk back into the donor's
cleaning, swallowing mouth.

	By this time Brian was firmly sitting down on Des's cock, who
remained motionless as Brian did all the work of lifting himself up and
down on Des's spike. As Paul stood up, he was able to watch Brian's stiff
cock wave about as he impaled himself again and again down all the way onto
Des's erection. Turning back to Kojo, Paul found he had not moved, so
applying KY to his cock, Paul slid into the gentle giant's winking hole.

	"Give it to me hard," Kojo said and Paul set about fucking the
coloured as he wished, giving the dark flesh as much of his cock as would
fit in. Hassim's hand cradled his swinging balls and squeezed gently,
causing Paul's orgasm to gently but assuredly arrive. Telling Kojo that he
was about to cum in him, Paul pumped his seed in five massive blasts and
several follow-ons until he could not fuck the hole any longer. He flopped
forward onto the coloured's back, heaving for breath, his cock slowly
wilting still inside the Senior, until it slipped out. Hassim's mouth
readily took it's place, dining on the protein as it oozed whitely onto the
dark skin and tried to make it down the big balls.

	When he was satisfied with his handiwork, Hassim tapped Kojo on the
rump and the big boy turned over, his stiff monster cock poking
ceiling-wards. With his fist full of KY, Hassim started pumping Kojo's cock
at speed until the coloured intimated that he was about to exploded. Hassim
covered the giant head with his mouth and continued the rate of his cock
wanking. As Kojo grunted and jerked, Paul saw Hassim's cheeks visibly swell
with the load Kojo shot. Quickly Hassim swallowed, his Adam's apple jerking
up and down as each load filled his mouth, apparently to capacity, as some
leaked out of the side of his lips, as they were sealed round the shaft
behind the edge of the spewing head.

	And so that was the end of Paul's first Committee Board meeting.
Walking back to his own House he was looking forward to the next.