Date: Thu, 23 Jun 2011 22:54:51 +0100 From: Alex Carbine Subject: Leyland Park School Chapter 13 Leyland Park School by Alex Carbine Chapter Thirteen. There was one thing that both Charlie and Paul caught from their PE Teacher, Peter Peters, and it was beginning to show, or not. It came to their attention when they were having a free-time swim. Unless there are visitors, the boys do not bother with swim-trunks or whatever, and one of their class-mates from another House asked Paul in all innocence, " How come a lot of the boys from India House shave round their cocks?" Paul had adopted the habit after visiting Peters' house, and as he looked round the pool at his dorm mates and others, he realised that the observation was correct. Nearly everyone from India House now stuck out of the crowd because they shaved off their pubes. "I dunno'," he answered, "must be a coincidence or something." The truth of the matter was that on 'bath nights' there was a grand free-for-all, with everyone helping to shave everyone else. He knew that his dorm was all shaved, but he had never realised how many of the boys from the other dorms also shaved. He also realised that he could sort out the 'cents' from the 'tivvies' at a glance. Waiting for the moment, he then dived across the pool to get next to Charlie. When Paul explained what had happened and the revelation that followed, Charlie also looked about him with different eyes. "Well I'm fucked!" he exclaimed. "Well and often, by me anyway," joked Paul. Later that day the two were sitting in 'The Cube Room' after they had finished 'prep'. "You know I have been thinking about our Shaved Cock syndrome and it now all makes sense," said Paul. "You know Mum and Dad took me to Goa for last summer holidays?" "No but go on," said Charlie. "Well for the first few days we were pestered on the beach by young boys and girls to let them give us henna tattoos, and I thought they were just begging for money by offering a simple service." "Yes,well, go on," said Charlie, now half listening. "Well my Dad said that we ought to have them done because we were going to be there for six weeks, and most holiday makers were there for just a fortnight," said Paul. "AND ..." Charlie said, "Is there a point to this?" "Well, we had the tattoos done, and for the first few days we continued to be pestered by all the itinerant salesmen on the beach, but as the tattoos faded down, they stopped pestering us," Paul said triumphantly. "Paul, my friend, is there a point to this at all?" asked Charlie. "Don't you see, the tattoos showed that we were visitors, and the amount of the fading showed how long we had been there. The longer we had been there, the less likely the traders would sell us anything. Eventually they left us alone." "Christ this is like pulling teeth Paul. AND ...?" Said Charlie sounding frustrated. "Peters has got us to shave our cocks. We have got our similarly-thinking-mates to shave their cocks. Net result ... the likes of Peters doesn't have to risk asking, just one look and he bloody knows!" "Cheeky sod!" Charlie exploded. "But it works both ways. What's good for the goose, and all that. We now know who is a 'Tivvy' just by looking at their pubes.... or the lack of them!" said Paul. "But every Tom and Harry does not walk around with his Dick hanging out, does he bright boy?" countered Charlie. "But we would if we saw them in their showers, after PE, or Tennis or Squash. There are showers at the indoor Schools, aren't there. We just have to be there at the right times." said Paul. "Fuckin' ace!" said Charlie, drawing on his vast vocabulary to express himself. Saturday, two days later, the two put their plan into operation. On the Park there was a grand agricultural span building which housed four squash courts and two tennis courts, which, thought Paul as he entered the Indoor Sports School, was just what they needed as the fine weather had broken and it was 'pissing down' outside. The squash courts were competition standard, with glass walls at the bank and ramped spectator seating behind that. The two indoor tennis courts were as good as Wimbledon. And to one side were the changing and locker rooms and the showers. These rooms were the objectives of the boys afternoon foray. As soon as he opened the door, Paul's cock started to stiffen, not at the thoughts of what could happen, just at the smell of sweat and damp clothes. They walked through the changing room and made for the showers, picking up a few towels that were littering the floor. They could hear the hiss and splash of the showers and knew that there was at least one in there. The heat and steam inside the showers made it feel almost like a sauna, and they both started to sweat, their 't' shirts clinging to their bodies, their white shorts hanging limply over their upper thighs and their jockstraps. They followed their ears to where the showers were on. Rounding the corner they were presented with a corridor that had hanging pegs down the left hand wall, and a row of shower heads sprouting out from the right hand wall, with a dry walkway under the towels and a recessed floor to collect the water on the right. Four seniors were washing themselves down after their doubles game. Charlie thought these Seniors were from Africa House, at the far end of the Park from India House. All four had their backs to the boys and were just standing under the showers, relishing the falling hot water. Then one turned round. Paul nudged Charlie as they could see through the thin steam that his pubes were shaved. "What are you boys here for?" asked the Senior. The other Seniors turned to see what was happening. "We're just collecting gash towels. Tidying up, you know," said Paul, his voice failing a bit. Charlie held up a handful of towels they had collected on the way in. "Good boys," said the Senior, "you can put them in the basket just outside the door." Paul and Charlie had seen what they needed. All four Seniors had shaved their pubes. They made for the door. "There are some clean, dry towels in the linen locker out there," said one of the Seniors, smiling, "Could you go and get us some fresh towels, please." He was washing his cock and balls as he spoke, and the soap suds ran in white rivers off his equipment to the floor. "Yeah! Sure we could, can't we Charlie?" said Paul and they went out the door into the cooler changing room. They found the towels in the locker and took them back through the door into the steam. The Seniors were back to facing the showers, and Paul started to hang his armful of towels on the pegs. "Would you like to bring one over here?" asked one of the Seniors and turned round to face them. Paul's eyes dropped to the Senior's midriff, and he could now clearly see that the teenager was sporting a full erection, which he was lazily wanking with a soapy hand, his balls hanging low under the moving hand. Paul looked at the other teenagers. By now they had partially turned to see Paul's reaction as they knew what was happening. They too were sporting erections, and like the first, they were lazily wanking themselves. Without a thought for the shower water falling on his clothes, Paul walked into the shower spray and handed the towel to the Senior, who took the towel in one hand and held onto Paul's outstretched wrist with the other, before guiding Paul's now-empty hand onto his stiffly erect eight inches. Charlie watched in the dry, but steamy air, and, getting the drift of what was happening, kicked his sports shoes off, dragged his 't' shirt over his head and dropped his shorts to stand in his jockstrap, which was showing obvious signs of his excitement. "Would any of you Gentlemen want a towel as well?" Charlie offered as he walked into the shower spray to be with them. "I'm Jim," said the first Senior as he helped Paul out of his sodden clothes. "Paul," said Paul standing in his jockstrap, looking up into Jim's face with a smile, before dipping his head down onto the proud knob head in his hand. To do this he had to bend at the waist a little, and one of the other Senior's came and stood behind him. Taking some liquid soap from the dispenser the new Senior started to lather Paul's buttocks and then Paul's hole. "I'm Ben. Is it OK if I fuck you?" Charlie's hands were fully occupied with his two Seniors, Mike and Finn. They were both standing under the spray of the shower heads, their forearms resting on the wall either side of the mixer taps, their feet slightly apart and out from the wall, their heads thrown back. Two fingers of each of Charlie's hands were stiffly fucking their asses, as they wanked themselves with a bit more meaning, savouring the stimulus they were receiving from the Junior. As Paul continued to suck and wank Jim, Ben offered his soapy cock up to Paul's winking hole. The bloated head of Ben's cock slipped inside Paul's ring with a 'plop', and Ben rested his hands on Paul's shoulder blades as he eased his seven-and-a-bit rock-hard inches into the boy. "Fuck, that feels good," he said to no one in particular, his helmet and shaft now fully up to his balls in Paul's bum. "You OK with this, youngster?" he asked, and Paul managed to nod, his mouth impaled on Jim's cock. Charlie was now sucking on Finn's cock as Mike shafted his mate for all he was worth. Finn had one hand on the wall to the side of the mixer tap and his legs wide apart. Mike was holding Finn's waist and was pulling himself in and pushing himself out of his friend, his cock sliding easily as it got wet with the falling water each time he pulled almost out. Charlie was bent round Finn's leg, gaining access to Finn's cock to suck and wank, whilst Finn's other hand finger fucked his bum hole at a great rate with two fingers. Paul was now bent over, with a Senior fucking him at each end. They were pushing their cocks into their respective holes in unison, which helped Paul maintain his balance. Charlie's arse was now being fucked by Mike, and Finn was attending to his mouth with his cock, a beast that had enough length and width to almost gag the lad. Then Jim called out, "Half time, change ends!" He and Ben pulled out of Paul and swapped places, Jim inserting his prong into Paul's gaping red ass, and Ben giving his cock a wash under the shower before pushing it into Paul's junior lips. Similar was happening to Charlie, as his partners swapped as well. For a couple of minutes the only sounds were the falling shower water and the odd contented grunt from the six players under. Then the older boys felt the need to cum. Ben pulled out of Paul's face and started to wank, pumping his cock rapidly until it spat spunk into Paul's hair and eyes, to be washed away to the floor by the shower. Jim gave several slow, deep and determined thrusts as he over-filled Paul's love tunnel with his sticky seed mixture. Mike and Finn both pulled out of Charlie and then proceeded to cum over his face, standing in front of him pulling their cocks to generate more and more of their white lumpy gifts for the boy to lick at. Then they pulled Paul and Charlie's jocks down releasing their stiff Junior cocks. Jim wanked Paul's cock, whilst Ben worked on Paul's balls and ass hole. Mike got on his knees and sucked Charlie's cock, whilst Finn started to kiss Charlie, their tongues slowly probing each other's mouths, Finn's thumbs and forefinger tweaking Charlie's nipples, until he ejaculated into Mike's hot glove of a mouth. Paul was wanked by Jim whilst Ben's busy fingers internally stroked Paul's prostate, causing Paul to shoot his jism almost over to the other wall, the spunk shots diminishing in distance as his balls emptied, to be washed away by the falling water. You can contact me at alex.carbine@sky.com, Please do.