Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2011 18:21:50 +0100 From: Alex Carbine Subject: Leyland Park School Chapter 12 Leyland Park School by Alex Carbine Chapter Twelve. Here, for my readers, is a 'Quickie', in all aspects of the phrase. Every Wednesday afternoon, there were organised 'Games'. This being the summer term the 'Games' were cricket. Paul, Charlie and Tony were lazing in the sun, chewing long grass stems,watching the two batsmen on 'their' side slashing at the cricket ball whenever it was not bowled wide. "I'm bored," said Charlie. He turned over onto his back and looked up at the clouds drifting whitely in the blue sky. "I'm bored," he repeated. "Heard you the first time," replied Tony. "Yes, but I'm more bored than I was the first time," Charlie reasoned. "What you need is a swift cocking," observed Paul, "that usually wakes you up." "But who's got the energy," said Charlie, looking to his friends, "on a day like this?" "We could go into the Pavilion Bogs and have it there," suggested Andy, always 'up' for a bit of cock, nodding towards the wooden summer house not far away. "Be a bit obvious, five of us going to the bog together, and anyway you are 'in' next Andy," pointed out Jodie. "Who said all five of us are going to do it?" asked Paul. "Well it needs five to do it properly," laughed Charlie, "One in my mouth, one up my bum, and one in each hand. Four and me, five, see|?" Paul threw a handful of grass over Charlie's face. "Pillock!" he observed. "Suppose we go inside and go upstairs. We could see what was happening through the veranda doors, and I would know when I have to go 'in'." said Andy, planning out loud. "Ace! What about it then, lads?" said Charlie perking up a bit, "Fancy a bit?" and he lay there, clutching his crutch lewdly. Nobody thought anything of the five going into the Pavilion and clattering up the stairs. The cricket kit was kept up there, and each batsman would pad up and put his box in his jock up there. They split up and each had a good look around in case there was anyone already in the building. Meeting back in the middle of the floor, away from the french windows that were open onto the veranda, but not too far that they could not see what was happening on the pitch, Charlie stepped out of his long white trousers and sat on a chair facing the windows. His arse was hanging over the front of the chair, his elbows resting on the chair-back, his hard cock stiff in his jockstrap, that he was still wearing. Jodie came round and faced Charlie, his cock sticking out of the fly of his cricket whites, getting harder as he wanked himself. Paul came round behind Charlie and started feeling his arsehole, which was not obscured by the straps or where they joined the pouch of Charlie's jock. Charlie took Tony's cock in his right hand, as Andy first put on his legs a pair of cricket pads, before coming over and flopping his semi-hardon into Charlie's left hand. With Charlie's chest leaning on the chair-back he was able to take Jodie into his mouth and wank the other two, whilst Paul slipped his spit-wetted cock into his friend's well presented bum. "Beats watching 14 wankers playing Cricket, don' it?" observed Paul getting into his stroke, his cock burying and re-appearing itself as he watched the two either side leaning back to give Charlie clear space to work on their cocks, which stuck out clear from their bodies. His two fists pumped alternately; as one fist went up the other came down, his head held still by Jodie, who was fucking his face the way he knew Charlie liked it, rough, but not over the top rough. Paul was also in his element. His legs were bent and he was going at Charlie's hole like a dog, his spine twisting back and forwards to drive his cock into the wanting hole, the rim of Charlie's hole dragging back and forth as Paul's almost-dry-cock played in and out. A cheer rang out as the bowler's ball accidentally found the wicket and the batsman unsurprisingly missed it, the bails flying either way to be hunted and returned by the wicket keeper. Andy said, "Shit!" and spurted over Charlie's shirt several times, then tucked his stiff cock into his pants behind his cricketer's box. As the bowled cricketer came into the pavilion, Andy was walking out. They stopped and the others watched as they compared notes about bowlers and they way the fielders were spread, and then Andy went up to the wicket, asking for 'middle' from the Umpire. James, the bowled cricketer and one of the gang's dorm, came up the stairs calling softly, "It's only Jay! Andy said there's a damned good fuck going on up here. He told me to be quick. Can I join or is it too late?" His cock was almost fully hard by the time he took Andy's place to the left of Charlie. You can contact me at alex.carbine@sky.com Please do! All e-mails answered.