Date: Wed, 8 Jun 2011 14:20:34 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Leyland Park School Chapter Three

Leyland Park School

by Alex Carbine

Chapter Three.



	Paul and Charlie soon came to realise that living in an 'all male'
society had its' advantages. Firstly they were quick to realise that at the
School, their fellow boys are either gay or straight, with a few sitting on
the fence as bi's. Having discovered this, they then had to pluck up
courage to find out who their fellow gays are, without becoming named as
the School 'fuck pigs' 'spunk buckets' or whatever else the straights sneer
into their conversations, just to make them feel awkward.

	Their first opportunity presented itself at their first gym
lesson. Mr. Peters, Teacher in charge of Physical Education, was at the Gym
entrance when their class arrived for their first lesson. (Although the
Class had a designated classroom of their own for some subjects, where the
Lecturers came to them, the class also moved to various customised
buildings for other subjects, physics, chemistry, P.E., music). Peters
looked as though he was on leave from the SAS, a tanned, fit, muscular,
short haired, blue eyed, 6ft man wearing white 'T' shirt/shorts/activity
shoes, and looked every inch a 'hard' man. He ushered them into the Main
Hall, and had them sit down.

	"My name is Mr. Peters...... but you may call me 'Sir'." His
military-style clipped speech immediately set the scene for the boys. His
whole stance, hands behind back, feet apart, chest out confirmed it. Then
he relaxed and smiled at them. "Well it can be like that, but mostly I like
to be called Peter. My parents lacked imagination. I ask you...  Peter
Peters... We are here to have fun and keep fit, but if you do not respect
my advice and go off and do silly things then I will have to be
strict. There's equipment here that can hurt, maim and kill you if not used
properly and with care and attention. Until you have been shown how to use
an item and understand the rules governing it, then YOU DON'T TOUCH IT."
The room was instantly full of attentive, silent boys.

	"Now then, let us start at the beginning. This is the first and
last time you go anywhere else other than the changing rooms in your
outside shoes. Bare feet or activity shoes. Nothing else. Make sure the
soles are clean." He let that sink in to the collective grey matter. "Next,
what you wear on your body. Dependant on the activity you will wear 'T'
shirt and shorts, some supportive undergarment, unless told otherwise, and
for swimming... nothing, unless its a match with another School or we know
we will have visitors, when you will wear your trunks." He scanned their
faces from one side to the other. "Now off you go and get changed, and be
quick about it. If you don't have all your kit yet, put your hand up and I
will get it sorted for next time." He clapped twice, like the sound of a
whip. "GO!"

	When the boys returned, changed into their PE kit, Peter was in his
office at the far end. Through the toughened glass window they saw him
stand. Exiting through the door he walked towards the group. Paul and
Charlie looked at each other and gave each a little grin. Their
man-muscle-mountain was just wearing a black leather jock-strap with a zip
fly. "This is going to be interesting," Charlie said to Paul out of the
side of his mouth.

	Whilst they were changing Peter had pulled an array of climbing
ropes across the Hall. "Gather round and watch," he now said. The group
circled the Teacher and he showed how he laid the rope over his feet so as
to maintain grip and how to hold the rope with his hands. As he looked at
the watching faces, his mouth twitched a little smile as he saw which boys
were looking at his hands, and which were looking at his leather cased
half-hard cock as it pushed up against the hanging rope. With ease he
climbed half-way up the rope and looked down at his class. "Trapping the
rope with my feet means I can let hold of the rope, thus." He cradled the
rope in the crook of his elbow and showed his open hands to the boys
below. He then bent his knees to lower his body, and took hold again of the
ropes. He knew that in this position thirteen young boys had a perfect view
of his naked arse hole nestling between his taught cheeks. Every morning
when he showered, he shaved his cock, balls and crack, as he had done for
all those years since a teacher at his school had shown him how. "Maybe I
will get a few converts," he thought, and then lowered himself to the
floor.

	"Right, one at a time, each of you repeat what I have just done."
He stood with his hands on his hips as each boy familiarised himself with
how to climb the rope safely. He watched as each boy climbed up, stopped,
and showed their open hands, noting mentally, as he looked up their shorts,
which were wearing pants, boxers or jocks. There were only four boys
wearing boxers.

	When each of the boys had satisfied him that they could climb
safely, he had the other five lines of ropes pulled across the the
Hall. Warning the boys not to go more than half-way up the ropes, he had
each choose and climb a rope. He then told them that they were going to
have a game of 'tag' with him as 'it'. He swung up a rope not near to any
of the boys, and then 'Tarzan'ed his way from rope to rope after one of the
boys, giving him a chance to get away, before targeting another boy, and so
on. Eventually he 'tagged' a boy who then pursued one of the others, and so
on. Finally Paul became 'it' and he swung from rope to rope, giving chase,
until he was near Peter. With surprising agility he swung quickly across
three ropes and landed on Peter's rope beneath him. He had a clear view of
the underneath of Peter's jock, the pouch full of balls, the two straps
joining the back of the pouch, and Peter's mature brown ring framed between
them. He climbed up to touch Peter's feet and tag him. Peter held the rope
and lifted his feet up out of reach. Paul now had an unobstructed view of
his hairless haven. He looked up at the Teacher's smiling eyes, and licked
his lips. Peter's eyebrows lifted as if in question. Paul made a second,
more obvious lip licking, and reached upwards. Peter's feet were out of
reach at 90degrees to his body, and Paul deliberately 'tagged' Peter by
touching his hot, damp anus. Peter threw his head back and howled with
laughter. It had all happened so fast that the other boys were not really
aware as to what had taken place.

	"Well done, young man. That was quite a manoeuvre," said Peter. The
other boys presumed it referred to his swinging so quickly across the
ropes, but Paul knew otherwise. "Do you have any other games we can play?"
he found himself asking. "All in good time," Peter answered, and then to
the other boys he said, "Time to shower and dress. You have ten minutes
before I want you out of the building. Good game everyone."

	Paul slid to the floor and Peter followed. He put his big hand on
Paul's shoulder. "I said earlier that you have to wear supportive
undergarments. You are wearing boxers. Do you have anything else you can
wear. Don't want your jewels to be caught in anything, now do we?" Paul
coloured slightly. "No Sir, err Peter. Just boxers. Mum kitted me out."
"Never mind, see me later and I will see what I can do. There is always a
bit of 'lost' kit floating around at the end of each term. You can try them
on until you find one that fits. Don't worry, I will help, and don't tell
the others or they will all want one!" He smiled and gave Paul a push
towards the changing room. "Don't get late."

	It was only as he was changing that Paul wondered how Peter had
known he was wearing boxers, imagining that it must be because you could
see the colour difference in the shorts or something. He never realised
that Peter had looked up his shorts and that he was one of four boys
wearing boxers. Charlie was one of the four too.

	Later, with the day's lessons over Paul returned to India House to
find a note in his message pigeon hole. It was from Peter Peters,
ink-written with a fountain pen in flowing copper plate style. 'Have
arranged for you to visit my house after 7.30pm tonight. Bring your friend
Jameson as he also requires a jock. Peter Peters.' Paul by now knew that
several Teachers lived on the Park in their own houses, and he went up to
his dorm to read the 'Info Manual' that had a plan view of the Park
buildings. Charlie was there watching another of his films. "Don't know
where he got them from, but Stark's vids are ace!" said Charlie without
looking up, "Whotcha doing?" Paul sat next to him on the bed and peered at
the small screen. The image of a boy about their age was lying naked on his
back in a leather sling with his legs in the air. An older boy was swinging
the sling so that his erect 8 inch cut cock slid in and out of the boy's
gaping red anus, which seemed to be dribbling cum.

	"I have been asked to go to Peter-the-PE-Teacher's house tonight at
7.30, your presence is cordially requested as well," said Paul, holding up
the note for Charlie to read. "Cripes! What have we done?" said Charlie,
finally dragging his eyes from the now four boys as they wanked their
spurting cum all over the face of the fifth in the sling. "Were you in
boxers in PE today?" asked Paul. "Well yeah. I didn't know we had to wear
jocks for PE, and anyway, mine is in the laundry having stains
removed... if you remember" Charlie said pointedly. Paul chose to ignore
the barb and continued, "Peter has a few jocks left abandoned after last
term, and he wants us to see if any fit us. Obviously he keeps them at his
home, and not in the Gym." "Well I don't really need to come, but I suppose
another jock can't go amiss. Never know when I will need a spare dry one,
that no one has wanked in," chuckled Charlie.

	Before they left to cycle round to Peter's house, they informed
their dorm Prefect that they would be out of the House for a time. "Going
for some out of hours PE I see," said the Prefect consulting a clip board,
"Too much exercise and you wont be able to walk properly!" he laughed
knowingly. "Check in when you come back, and don't forget."

	Mr. Peter's house was a 4-up-4-down detached house in its' own
high-fenced garden. Laying their bikes on the neatly mown grass inside the
back gate, they could see Peter sitting on the decking on a lounger,
sipping a drink. As they approached him he stood up. He was wearing just a
short 'modesty' towelling wrap round his middle. "Just catching the last
rays of sunshine before it sets," he said as a greeting, "Glad you could
come, both of you." He ushered them through the open glass doors. "I've
laid the gear out on the spare bed upstairs," he said as explanation as he
continued to the stairs.

	The 'spare room' had hardly any furniture except a double bed, a
wardrobe, a telephone table, and small mirrors on three of the walls. The
lighting came from four large 'bulls eye' spotlights in the ceiling,
controlled by a dimmer at the door. Paul noted the pull-down blackout blind
at the window, the lighting was quite bright and there were four heavy duty
ring-bolts set into the ceiling. On the bed were laid out neatly about
twenty-five different jockstraps. Different because they were different
colours, different makes, different designs, and different sizes, their
pouches varying from thin strips of fabric to netting mesh, one was even a
jockstrap with a third strap in the middle like a thong.

	"All these were left behind at the end of last term?" asked Charlie
incredulously, picking up a black mesh jock with a pouch so small it would
hardly contain anything. "Yes. Left behind for various reasons," answered
Peter vaguely, "Of course they have all been washed and ironed," he
added. "This one is like yours,"said Paul picking up an N2N B4 black jock
and showing it to Peter. "No mine's real leather. That is a leather-like
fabric. Here feel the difference," and with that he dropped his towel to
show he was still wearing the jock that he wore at their earlier
meeting. Paul reached forward and slipped a couple of fingers into the
leather pouch, feeling the softness with his thumb, and also Peter's cock
at the end of his fingertips. "Why don't you strip off and try some on?"
asked their Teacher softly.

	With excited, trembling fingers they sat on the bed and stripped
off their shoes, socks and clothes, standing to face Peter with no shyness
and stiff cocks. "Go on, Take your time and try them on," said Peter and
his right hand's fingers curled under his balls to cup them. Paul chose an
Andrew Christian Air Mesh jock in light blue and Charlie chose an N2N N5
Net Sheer black jock. As both the boys climbed into the leg straps, Peter
watched as their balls swung and their stiff cocks waved. When they turned
back to him he sat on the bed and pulled first Paul, then Charlie to him
and ran his fingers up and down the straps and checked as to how tight the
pouch was over their 'jewels'. Then he just sat there with his eyes closed
and took a deep breath of the boy smells emanating from their hot
crotches. "Try something else for me," he purred. Under his gaze the boys
peeled their jocks off and deliberated as they chose others to show him,
their cocks jumping and pulsing with their excitement.

	Charlie chose another N2N jock, the UN22 Freedom jock in red as he
liked the shaped pouch, and Paul chose a Kiniki Razzle Narrow Pouch Clip
Thong which held his balls and erection to perfection. As they showed them
to Peter he reached up both hands and cradled each boy's balls in his
palms, moving his fingers so the balls rolled from side to side. Paul could
see that Peter's cock was straining against the retaining tight waistband
and stooped, took hold of the jock's zip and pulled it down. Immediately
Peter's stiffy emerged between the two halves of the jock, like a snake
breaking out of its' egg. Peter lay back and his cock proudly pointed up
towards the ceiling, showing the two boys his 8 inch long, five inch round
monster, capped with a blue/purple wide-brimmed hat. Surprisingly, it was
Charlie who got onto the bed and started to unclasp the waistband and
remove the adult's jock, allowing the balls to drop between Peter's
legs. Then he clambered onto Peter's chest. Peter slid the boy up to his
mouth and sucked the stiff pricklet in the red Freedom jock, tasting the
saltiness of the clear fluid straining through the pouch already.

	The bed moved as Paul clambered onto Peter's legs, who gladdened to
feel the warmth of the mouth as it closed over his cockhead. He felt one
hand hold his shaft and the other his balls, and he then renewed his vigour
sucking the cock that Charlie had released from the side of the pouch,
enjoying the sensation that the ridge side of the pressurised glans gave to
his lips and tongue. He was totally unprepared for Charlie's next move, as
Charlie slid away from his mouth and backed onto his cock. Guided by Paul's
hand, and with a little effort, Charlie was able to relax his sphincter and
allow access for the soft-but-hard intruder. "What...How...?" asked Peter
surprised that the boy could take a cock of this size. "He is still loose
from earlier," explained Paul. "We 'ran into' one of the Seniors we've met,
who wanted more than 'shaking hands'." "He wanted a fuck rather than a
wank," enlarged Charlie, "and a good thing too," and he started to slide up
and down on the wet erection embedding it deeper into his bowels with each
stroke, until Paul could see the stretched juvenile ring finally nestle
onto the shaved skin at the base of the mature cock. To do this Charlie had
to sit upright on the prong, and so it was Paul's turn to sit on Peter's
chest and have his cock sucked. As Charlie pumped up and down on Peter's
cock for all he was worth, steadying himself upright by holding onto his
friend Paul in front, Paul, for his part, was face fucking his PE Teacher's
face with determination.

	The culmination of this furious exercise was that each person
'came' at virtually the same time. The action of Peter's cock swelling
inside Charlie before shooting his load, caused Charlie to ejaculate,
constricting his ring round the object in his guts. This triggered Peter to
spew his seed in copious amounts, coating the insides of the boy with hot
cum, making it easier for Charlie to bounce up and down. Paul felt Charlie
squirting his boy cum up his back and between his cheeks, and began
spunking down the inviting throat of his sucker, filling his mouth with the
special mixture of human fluids that only boys can produce, causing the man
to flood extra amounts of his seed and semen into the boy's bum working his
now slippery cock.

	Eventually reality took over. Paul fell off Peter's chest
exhausted. Charlie stopped bouncing, because was supporting Charlie under
his bum cheeks to stop him, Paul's cock-orientated ecstatic agony from
nerve-ending overload overcoming the want to fuck the youngster forever and
ever. Slowly the boys recovered, but Peter was "well fucked" as Paul put
it, until Charlie asked, "So what's for afters, then?"