Date: Thu, 16 Jun 2011 22:04:07 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Leyland Park School Chapter 8

Leyland Park School

by Alex Carbine

Chapter Eight.



	The next day the four Juniors met up with the two Seniors in Will's
study after breakfast. Charlie was definitely feeling the after effects of
Edward's ministrations, as was Paul from Stan. "Why don't you go and ask
him to kiss it better?" snickered Stan."Bloody typical," answered Will, an
edge to his voice, "I've got some 'cold cream' somewhere in here. I find it
helps a bit."

	When he had found the jar, the boys set to applying the cream to
each other. It was never sexual, just what friends do when they hurt a
bit. "So what are we going to do, today, then?" asked Andy applying cream
to Charlie's raw looking hole. Stan was sitting in Will's swivel chair, one
leg over the arm, lazily sliding his hand up and down his length. He had
found another use for the cream. Let's have a rest day and just 'chill
out', suggested Si, enjoying the cool of the cream on his hole and cock as
much as Will had smearing it there.

	And so that is what they did, absolutely nothing, just letting the
time flow by, chatting, joking and listening to music. But one good thing
did come up in conversation, and that was Stan's suggestion that, if the
weather was good tomorrow, they would go for a bike ride into the Forest
near-by.

	The weather was good, and Will had organised packed lunches for the
six, by the time they met after breakfast the next day. "How did you
sleep?" asked Will of Paul. "I think Andy has got a grudge," answered
Paul. "Yeah! He had it in for him all night," added Charlie, the second
partner of the comic duo, with a laugh. Stan had brought a good map and a
compass, and the Cook had slipped a couple of bottles of still water into
each pack of food. Each of the boys had good off-road bikes and soon they
were off.

	The country lanes were in full summer bloom as they made their way
to the nearest entrance to the National Park. They kept as a group, cycling
at the speed of the slowest, who was, surprisingly, Si. His saddle was
cutting into his bottom, making pedalling uncomfortable, and when they
reached the first picnic site he asked for a rest. "What's up?" asked Andy
concerned. "It's this bloody saddle, its' cutting me in half," he
answered. "We'll stop and you can wrap your weatherproof round it. That
should cushion a bit," advised Will.

	Dismounted, they sat at one of the tables whilst Will and Si
fiddled with the saddle. Andy said he wanted a pee and Stan asked him if he
wanted a special tree to stand behind, as there was a wood full around
them. With a "Back in a minute," he moved off in the direction of the low,
white building almost in the woods, returning with a big grin on his face.

	"You'll never guess," he started, "Those toilets are ever so
clean." "Not like the ones in my videos?" asked Charlie, who had run one
last night for the group to wank over before bed. Jointly they had agreed
that if they ever find the toilets in the video they would have them
condemned by public health. "And the cubicles," continued Andy, "have each
got 'glory holes'."

	Making sure their bikes were secure, the gang followed Andy back
into the toilet block. "He's right. They really are clean, for once," said
Will, in awe. "And he's right about the glory holes," said Stan's
voice. They looked around until they found Stan's dick poking through the
hole in the end cubicle wall, overlooking the urinals. Paul went over and
gave it a suck. "Pity, it's the only thing here that hasn't been washed
today," he observed, to the others' laughter. "Washed it this morning,"
grumbled Stan as he exited the cubicle, tucking his semi-stiff cock back
into his tight cycle briefs.

	They were unlocking their bikes at the table when a car pulled up
into the Parking and a young guy climbed out. Taking in the group of boys
with their bikes, the guy walked straight to the toilet. "Try out your new
seat Si," asked Will, and they watched as Si rode in a figure-of-eight in
the clearing. "Yeah, thanks. That's so much better guys."

	He rode back to the table and the others were just collecting their
gear so they could ride on, when Paul stopped and gave the toilet block a
good stare. "That guy's been in there a long time," he observed. "Maybe
he's like you, you know, full of shit!" quipped Charlie. "I'm going to
check him out, won't be long," said Paul. "If I'm not out in a couple of
minutes, come in and get me!"

	When Paul entered the toilet he could see that one of the cubicle
doors was closed. He went into one next to it and closed the door. Dropping
his cycle shorts he sat on the toilet and leaned forward until he could see
through the hole in the partition. The guy they had seen earlier was naked,
leaning back against the wall, stroking his uncut erection slowly, almost
leisurely. Paul had seen on the videos similar situations, and he stood up
and started to wank his own stiffy, positioning himself in front of the
hole so that the other guy could easily see if he looked. The response was
almost immediate, with the other guy's cock pushing itself through the hole
for Paul.

	Paul sat on the toilet seat and took hold of the cock. A sniff told
him the guy was clean and he put it in his mouth, pulling the foreskin back
to let his mouth and lips slide over the glans. "Fuckin' hell!" he heard
the guy exclaim, as Paul wanked the shaft that was not in his mouth.

	Then Paul heard the rest of the gang enter the toilet. Although the
other guy tried to pull back through the partition, Paul held on securely
to his cock and the guy overcame his flight reflex and continued to let
Paul suck him. Paul could see through the crack in the door hinge as one of
his friends looked into his cubicle and then wave to the others. He heard
the door of the cubicle on the other side close and lock. He knew that now
one or more of them were watching the guy's bum as he fucked Paul's
mouth. Paul heard a low, quiet whistle from the other hole in the other
partition of his cubicle. He relinquished the cock, but kept wanking it and
looked through the other hole to see Andy and Charlie wanking and giving
the thumbs up to him. 'So Stan and Will are in the other cubicle' he
thought, as he went back to giving the stranger's cock a thorough oral
examination.

	Suddenly the cock pulled back through the wall. Paul looked through
the hole to see the stranger's head bobbing at the opposite wall, just as
he had been doing. 'Bet you that's Stan' he thought, wanking his own
cock. He looked into the other hole to find Charlie was fucking Andy, who
was bent over, leaning on the toilet seat for support. Coming back to the
stranger's glory hole he was met by the stranger's eye, watching him. Paul
stood up and showed him his bum, and then slid his wet finger in to make
sure he understood. Then he went back to the hole and the stranger shook
his head from side to side.

	Paul said quite clearly, "If you open your door, my mates and I
will give you the suck of your life, and I want someone to fuck me." He
then saw the guy stand up and unlatch the door. Paul exited his cubicle and
pushed opened the door. The guy was standing wanking his hard root. Stan
and Will came out of their cubicle and stood with Paul. "It's OK mate,"
said Will, "We're here for fun too." The guy took hesitant steps out of the
cubicle and Stan took hold of his cock and started to wank it, before
dropping to his knees and sucking it. Charlie and Andy came out of their
cubicle and Andy leaned against the door jamb, letting Charlie regain
access to his bowels. "Hi there!" said Charlie, guiding his cock up Andy's
bum. "We're a bit busy at the moment, but we'll get back to you as soon as
we can," and then, putting his hands on Andy's shoulders, he commenced to
ream Andy's hole at a furious rate. "They always are show-offs," sniffed
Si, who had been outside the cubicles all the time, wanking his cock at all
that was going on. By this time Will had slipped up into Stan who was bent
over, still sucking the guy. Paul shrugged at the stranger, who smiled, and
then Si leaned up against a door jam with one leg raised so that Paul could
fuck him. Paul came round behind him and took hold of Si's cock as he slid
his own exquisitely hard one into Si's sucking, wet hole. Feeling the heat
of his friend's guts enveloping his cock like a heated glove sent Paul onto
another plane. Ignoring all else Paul thrust his cock deep and fast into
his mate, whilst giving him the wank he deserved. Si came hard, squirting
across the open cubicle door, his spunk leaving a white arcing trail on the
grey paintwork, his clenching sphincter and squeezing colon giving Paul the
necessary for him to orgasm in turn. With his cock hard up his friend, he
released the morning's collection of sperm from his balls, feeling it burn
up the tubes until it flooded inside his mate, giving Si's love tube the
shower it craved.

	The stranger watched Paul, then Charlie cumming as Stan sucked at
his cock, then he too felt his red hot lava rise for an eruption. "I'm
cumming," he said. "So am I," said Will at the other end of Stan, and
between them Stan received a double dose of porridge-like spunk, the
stranger thrusting his dick down Stan's throat to coat it all the way down
to his stomach, and Will gave him a really good blasting, as ever, his
thick cock expanding to be ever thicker as he came deep inside his
bum-buddy. That just left Andy to cum. He stood with legs apart,
exhibitionist as ever, furiously wanking as Charlie's spunk leaked out of
his hole and down his right leg, one hand a blur on his cock, the other
held high in the air. He could feel the cold of the dribble in contrast to
the hot spunk that spewed energetically from his cock slit, flying up and
through the air to land almost six feet away on the floor. More squirts
followed, dropping nearer and nearer to him, until it was just a few drops
falling from his knuckles to the floor.

	As they pulled themselves together, Paul asked the stranger if all
the Forest Toilets were as good as this. "Sadly, no. This is the only one
that has good trade. Must be because of the School nearby," he answered.
"Really," said Charlie, innocently, "I did not know that."

	As they sat at their table, having lunch, Stan mused, "I wonder who
else comes out here from the School then." "And when?" said Andy
thoughtfully.

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