Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2011 21:40:48 +0100 From: Alex Carbine Subject: Leyland School Park Chapter Ten Leyland Park School by Alex Carbine Chapter Ten. It was the last day of the half-term, before all the rest returned, full of their stories of what they had done, seen, ate, kissed, etc. Whilst they were still unencumbered by School routines, Paul wanted to visit the 'picnic' site in the forest one more time. Charlie just did not want to do anything but laze and 'be a slug', and so Paul asked Alex and Si. Both thought it was a great idea, but Si wanted to master a guitar piece he had started, so that just left Alex. A quick visit to the kitchens magicked their lunch and a signature in the 'Out' book and they were on the road. Having done the trip before Paul took the pace easy, but Alex would streak on ahead and wait for Paul to catch him up. As they were getting closer, Alex asked again as to what happened previously, and found that riding a bike with a hard-on was not all that comfortable. Twenty five minutes after they had left the Park they were wheeling their bikes up to one of the picnic tables. Paul looked up ahead to the car park and saw that there were three cars there. "Don't get your hopes up, Alex, or anything else, mate. They may be walking one of the trails." They secured their bikes and walked over casually to the toilet block. As he opened the door, Paul mentally noted the the hinges had been recently oiled as the door swung without its' previous creak. Silently they were able to creep up on the cubicle area. Two of the four doors were closed, the one right at the end, and the one almost in the middle, the cubicle door between and the one next to the urinals were ajar. Paul walked silently to the far end door and gave it a little push. It did not budge. Someone was in residence. Alex was trying the one almost in the middle. It was locked too. He signed to Paul and went into the cubicle next to the urinals. Paul entered the one between the two occupied. Alex entered his cubicle and saw that the hole between the two cubicles was covered with a piece of toilet paper, on his side. He stripped off his cycle shorts and released his hardening cock, before sitting on the toilet seat. Looking down at the floor he could make out the shadow of the person next door, under the partition wall. What he could see of the shadow was moving rhythmically. Was someone wanking? he thought. He started to stroke his cock and leaned forward. Carefully peeling back the paper over the glory-hole he was able to see a boy of about sixteen, leaning back against the down flush pipe, his eyes closed, his hand stroking his hard, bulbous-ended prick. He removed the paper completely and watched. Paul entered his cubicle and turned and locked the door, taking quick looks through each hole as he did so. On one side there was a young boy of about sixteen and on the other a man, about 40 plus. Both were wanking. He stood in the middle of the cubicle and shimmied his cycle shorts down, then gathering his cycling vest in one hand, he scratched his balls and cock before sitting down. The man on his left was leaning forward looking through the hole at him. He leaned back and idly fondled his cock, letting it grow in his fingers, his pulse making it jump as it filled with blood, slowly inflating to hard. Alex saw through the hole in the other partition the movement as Paul stripped and sat down, and that someone was now watching Paul from the hole in far cubicle. His cock was bar tight with excitement, but suddenly the boy in the cubicle next to him moved. Alex drew back out of sight line and then edged back to see. The boy next door was looking into Paul's cubicle, bending down, wanking his cock with his legs apart, so his balls waved between his legs. Alex saw that the boy's rectum was twitching and spasming as he spied through the hole. Then the boy reached round and put a finger in his hole and started to work it in and out. Alex almost came his load as he watched, and wanked. Peter knew he was being watched by the man, so he stood up and turning to that partition, started to slowly wank his cock, making the foreskin cover, then reveal, his purple helmet. In return, the man stuck his cock through the hole. Paul bent and gave it a sniff. It was clean and smelled sweet. In no seconds flat, Paul had it in his mouth and was giving the man his A1, First Class Blow Job. Having given it twenty or so pumps in his mouth Paul stood up again. The cock retracted and the eye returned. Paul turned away from the partition and bent at the waist, pulling his ass cheeks apart to give the man a look at the 'promised land'. When he looked round at the hole Paul was surprised to see the man had pushed his rather long tongue through the hole. With no doubt as to his wishes, Paul stepped back a couple of paces and the tongue hit the hole dead centre. Wetly it licked his crinkled orifice, obviously savouring what it found. Then this disappeared and he felt a finger probe him, and then enter his rectum, obviously lubed, as it entered so smoothly. Paul was aware the glory-hole, just inches away from his head in front of him, in the boy's partition, now had an eye watching as the man finger-fucked his bum behind. Just to be sociable, Paul nodded and grinned a salutation. The eye disappeared and then the boy's hard stiffy came through the hole. Again Paul checked it before taking it in his mouth. Instead of letting him suck it, this cock started to fuck his mouth at a great rate, hardly letting him breathe at all. So there he was, being fucked at both ends at the same time, on his own in his cubicle, but screwered at each end from the other two. Alex watched the boy fingering his bum and then stand up. For a fleeting moment he saw Paul's face grinning through the hole at him, before the boy stuck his cock through the hole into Paul's cubicle and start to obviously fuck Paul's face, the boy hanging with both hands onto the top of the partition, his arse pumping his cock in and out through the hole like a fiddler's elbow. For over a minute the boy kept this frenetic fuck going before suddenly jabbing several times deliberately and forcefully at the hole as he came into Paul's mouth. Paul managed to take the battering at both ends, his eyes closed, his body almost motionless, as the two cocks entered his arse and mouth, simultaneously stimulating him, whilst he steadied himself with both hands against the boys partition, pushing his bum firmly against the man's partition, as his own cock dripped quantities of clear pre-cum onto the floor at his feet. Then they started to cum. The man came first. Paul felt the change in speed, the swelling of the head, then the heat in his bowel as the man coated the insides with his seed and semen. Then the man stopped, his cock still pushed right in, and Paul had a few seconds before his busy mouth was filled with the boy's jism load, in short jabbing thrusts. Then the boy stopped, his cock thrust deep into Paul's mouth. "Are you OK, Dad?" "Yeah, OK! And you?" came the answer. "Great, Dad! Great!" Paul pulled himself off the boy and then the man, and they pulled back into their own partitions. "Did you cum, Paul?" called Alex, entering into the occasion. "No, not yet. Want to give me a hand?" called Paul back and unlocked his door. Alex walked round naked to Paul's cubicle and strode in, his stiff cock in his hand. Then he saw the puddles of spunk on the floor and realised what had happened that he had not seen. As Paul leaned back against the partition, Alex took hold of Paul's cock and he wanked both him and himself, with the boy and his Dad looking in through the doorway just in time to see them cum over each others legs. "Good fuck!" they said almost in unison then turned and went. Please contact me alex.carbine@sky.com with any comments or suggestions.