Date: Sun, 26 Jun 2011 23:38:21 +0100 From: Alex Carbine Subject: Leyland Park School Chapter 15 Leyland Park School by Alex Carbine Chapter Fifteen. They stood naked under the falling shower water, the cleansing clear water running off their bodies. The scented smell of the liquid soap from the dispensers on the wall pervaded the atmosphere. Paul watched the water spout off the end off the Librarian, Viv Stanhope's knob. What a Birthday treat this was turning into! From the shower, they went back into the changing rooms, dried themselves and dumped their towels, picking up new, soft, dry ones from the stack next to the used towel collector bin. They went through into the Café area. The young man who had initially greeted them was standing behind the servery, backed by a large coffee-making machine. "Hallo," he said amiably, holding his hand out limply over the counter to shake Paul's hand, "I'm Aida, and if there is anything you want, just let me know." He wore light make-up, and his manner was very 'camp'. Paul's gaydar was pinging ten-to-the-dozen. He held the proffered hand and spoke to Viv, who was standing beside him, in a camp voice also, "Should I shake it or kiss it, Viv?" "Ooh! You are a little scamp aren't you?" squealed Aida delightedly, and snatching his hand back he then held Paul's chin a moment, looking eye to eye. "Don't get into anything you don't want to finish," he advised, suddenly serious, and then flounced theatrically. "Now what can I get you good people? Coffee? Sandwich? I always like a good sandwich." His infectious laugh tinkled. "Know what I mean?" he asked. "Yes Coffee and a sandwich, Cheese and Tomatoes. Is that OK for you Paul? Two coffees and two rounds Aida, please," Viv looked at the number disc on his big rubber band on his wrist. "Number 149, and can you bring them over to us, please luv?" They sat on a grey polished leather sofa that had a low table in front of it. Paul saw that all the seating was covered in grey polished leather which, he found, stuck to your bare flesh and tended to squeak when you moved. At first it was annoying, and then it became part of the sensuality of the place. Aida came round from behind the counter with their coffees and put them carefully on the table without spillage and then returned to make their sandwiches. Paul looked to Viv and smirked, and Viv smiled back. Aida was wearing a thin mesh orange 't' shirt and when he came round the counter, Paul saw for the first time that Aida was only wearing an N2N Titan Jockstrap, and flip-flop sandals. When he put down the coffees, his bottom was on Paul's side of the two, and as he walked back to the counter, his left hand stroked his left bare buttock, pulling it to one side to show his darker flesh inside. Aida was flirting with the lad. When Aida brought the sandwiches, Viv asked him what 'goodies' the had in their small shop that he could give Paul as a Birthday present. "Oh no you needn't," said Paul coyly, batting his eyelashes. "You have brought me here. That is present enough." Aida stood thinking, his right hand on at his chin stroking it, his left hand on the bulge of his jock, stroking that, simultaneously. His face lit up. "I have just the thing!" he exclaimed, "and Viv dear it won't cost the earth. I know what you are like! Short arms and long pockets!" he scolded, kiddingly. Off he minced, right hand on hip, returning from the Entrance Office with a small flat wooden box, about the size of A4 paper. Getting down on his hunkers beside Paul he put the box on the table. "Trust me Viv dear, believe me it is just the thing!" He opened the lid of the box as he said, "We shall just have to get the size right." Laid out in the blue velvet of the sales display box were a dozen of so different cock-rings. Some were coloured metal, some were of a silver, heavy metal. All were round and of differing diameters. The coloured ones were made from thick wire made into a hoop, the silver from thick flat pewter. Peter picked up a pewter one, feeling it's weight. He had seen a couple of the Seniors wearing them and knew that you had to thread your cock and balls through the ring, and then it would stay next to your pubes (or the lack of them in Paul's shaved case) without falling off. Viv nodded to Aida. "Good choice! Jewellery! Always next to a girl's heart!" he said. "Or cock depending on the case," added Aida drily. "I will have to get the size right, though. Don't want to have anything strangled do we?" A cloth tape measure appeared like magic and Aida licked his lips dramatically and said, "If the young Sir, would just allow me..... ?" like a good tailor would. He pushed on Paul's shoulder with a surprisingly strong push, and Paul fell back into the sofa. Aida deftly parted Paul's towel to reveal his almost limp cock and hanging balls. Paul lifted his legs and put his heels on the edge of the seat cushion, giving Aida access to everything that was there. Paul felt Aida's finger lightly trace across his twitching hole, a hand cup and caress his balls, and then the tape was encircling the root of Aida's main event and attentions. "Oh get behind me Satan! Or in this case Paul! You are seven and a half inches, and allowing for expansion, you will need an eight inch." Aida lifted a pewter ring from the box, and threaded Paul's balls through it. Before Paul could do anything his cock had been threaded through as well and Aida's warm hands were holding the cool ring and tugging at everything to get the ring up close to his body. "Now we will just have to check the fit." he said. Viv watched as Aida encouraged Paul's erection, which had already started whist Aida fitted the ring. Quickly the boy's cock filled with blood and stood on it's own, as Aida stroked it to full potential. "Is it too tight, young man? Does it pinch anywhere?" Aida asked concerned, his soft, long, manicured fingers feeling round the rim of the ring, his eyes feasting on the rampant cock on his hand, the slit on the boy head oozing clear liquid, which he smoothed away with his thumb, and then sucked it clean Paul shook his head in answer and sat up. Viv pulled the lad to him and kissed his head. "Happy Birthday Paul," he said gently and toasted him with the remains of his coffee. Aida stood up. "It's pewter, so it warms up quickly. Pop it into your armpit before you put it on." He reached down and unclipped the pouch of his jockstrap, reveal his stiffening cock, which was also adorned with a similar cock-ring. "This was a gift from my 'significant other' some years ago. He's not here but he's in my memory. I think of him every time I get a hard-on." He also had a ring let into the end of his rapidly rising rod. Paul reached out and touched this small ring. "Maybe another day, sweetheart," said Aida kindly. Paul leaned forward and kissed the pulsing purple head gently. "Thank you Aida. Thank you," he breathed the words over the knob end then looked up into Aida's wetly glistening eyes. Then he turned to Viv and kissed him on his lips. "And thank you for my Birthday Gift." Paul's head then dropped to Viv's lap, where his ageing cock was just poking up out of his towel, like a mole sniffing the air. As Aida walked back to his counter, trying to stuff his rampant tool back into the jockstrap pouch, Viv felt the warm young mouth engulf his cock as it expanded and lengthened. He lay back and let nature take it's course, the young head bobbing up and down, the boy's hand stretching tightly back the skin on his cock. The other hand supporting his balls, a finger stroking the ridged perineum behind them. The finger wiping gently over his anus, and then making an entrance insidiously, moving just enough to make his balls produce the clear nectar that fed the taste buds of this boy. He stilled the head in his lap with his hands. "No more, lad. No more. I want to keep myself for a bit later. At my age you only cum once a night, not like you little buggers. Veritable machine guns." His sparkling eyes took in the laughing face at his lap, and he felt happy, contented, at ease with the world. Aida wiped the counter mechanically and watched without really seeing, his mind far away with his own memories of youth. This will continue in the next Chapter. ;-p