Date: Thu, 9 Jun 2011 09:34:12 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Leyland Park School Chapter 4

Leyland Park School

by Alex Carbine

Chapter Four.


From Chapter Three.....

  		Eventually reality took over. Paul fell off Peter's chest
exhausted. Charlie stopped bouncing, because Peter was supporting Charlie
under his bum cheeks, to stop him. Peter's cock-orientated ecstatic agony
from nerve-ending overload was 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?"

Now read on.....

			"I need a drink," said Peter. He looked around for
his 'modesty' towel, and rolled over to pick it up from the floor. "Don't
think you will need that now," said Charlie, casually wanking his half-hard
cock, and eyeing Peter's rump, now he was on all fours, noting the hang of
his big balls, the darker flesh round his anus. "You need showers," was
Peter's reply, "Bathroom is other side of the landing. Towels are out for
both of you. I will be downstairs," and with that he was out the door.

	After their showers they found Peter in the Lounge, sitting naked
in an armchair, sipping a whisky and soda. He switched off the TV as they
entered and asked what they would drink. "Lager," said Charlie
hopefully. "In the fridge," said Peter, and watched two bare bums quickly
exit to the Kitchen.

	He joined them in the Kitchen as they popped the cans, and walked
between them when they sat at the table, his cut cock now at shoulder
height to the boys. Paul saw it twitch slightly as he stood there, sipping
his whisky. One ball seemed to hang lower than the other. Paul reached over
and weighed the lower ball. Peter's cock twitched again and Paul could see
it was getting longer and fatter. He took hold of it at it's root, and
popped the helmet in his beery mouth. The soft tube was hardening, the
helmet gaining rigidity as he slowly nodded his head to give his lips
motion over and back the ridge head. "Are you sucking him off?" asked
Charlie, who could not see as Peter had turned to face Paul.

	Charlie watched as Peter's bum started to move back and forth as he
began to face-fuck Paul. Not being one to be left out of things, Charlie
sucked a finger and slid it up between Peter's cheeks, seeking to stroke
his ring. Peter put a foot up on Paul's chair seat, giving Charlie easier
access. Charlie's finger slid in. For the next minute of so there was no
communication as none was needed. Paul carefully sucked Peter's hardened
cock and stroked his hanging balls, whilst Charlie finger-fucked Peter's
arsehole with two straight fingers.

	"You can make this more enjoyable for me, if you want," said Peter,
breaking the silence, "Let's go back upstairs again." Charlie reluctantly
withdrew his fingers, and Paul relinquished his cock. They followed him
back up into the spare room where Paul went to the wardrobe. Inside was
hanging space and drawers. From one of the drawers he took a black item and
gave it to Charlie. At first, Charlie could not make it out, until he
unfolded it. Then, stretched between both hands, he realised he had a pair
of rubber pants with a false cock hanging from the front of it. Looking
inside the pants he saw that there was a butt plug pointing up. Having
first lubricated the plug, he pulled the pants up his legs until he could
insert the plug, which he did. Then he rolled the pants on over his cock
and balls, which fitted into the hollow shape of the cock. Suddenly he had
a ten inch black cock, that was six inches round, and a comfortably full
feeling in his bum. "Wow!" he said, holding his new cock.

	Peter applied lube to the veined black shaft and his own hole, then
kneeled on the bed, his knees either side of Paul's shoulder who lay there
ready to 'give head'. Charlie came up behind him and offered the dildo to
the proffered hole. It almost sucked him in when he applied pressure, the
black length travelling inwards like a hot knife through butter. Standing
behind Peter, he took hold of his broad hips and started to pound in and
out, whilst underneath, Paul started to suck the twitching cock in front of
him, the slit dripping pre-cum with expectation. Paul could see the
pendulous balls swinging back and forth as Charlie pumped Peter's arse. The
ten black inches disappeared with ease with the black balls acting as an
end stop, when they hit the line between the hole and swinging balls, time
and time again.

	More and more pre-cum flowed into Paul's boy-mouth to mix with his
saliva as he sucked the monster cock as deep as he could go into his throat
without gagging. Then Paul saw that the balls were not swinging so much as
they retracted into Peter's body, readying themselves to release their load
of their creamy sperms into the fuck receptacle at the end of their
journey. "I'm going to cum," hissed Peter to the boys, and Charlie sped up
a little, whilst Paul readied himself for the deluge. The glans in Paul's
mouth swelled with the shaft, almost to the limit of his tender lips,
before the hard snake that was stretching them began to cough and vomit the
delicious cargo that is the reward for all the work given by the two
pupils. Paul did not want to swallow it, but just let it fill his mouth to
overflowing, the residue dripping down the sides of his face as he breathed
through his nose.

	This time Charlie had the sense to slow when Peter started to cum,
letting the slow motion of the faux cock scrape over the tight lining of
the love tube trigger to keep Peter cumming until his reservoirs were
empty. Peter reached behind himself to signal enough and Charlie stopped,
the dildo still fully impaling his Teacher. He put his arms round the man's
waist and kissed between his shoulders, tasting the wet sweaty saltiness of
him. Paul slid out from under and stood up. He kissed the man in delight,
and as their tongues met, Paul was able to share some of the reward he had
just been given.