Date: Thu, 9 Jun 2011 09:34:12 +0100 From: Alex Carbine Subject: Leyland Park School Chapter 4 Leyland Park School by Alex Carbine Chapter Four. From Chapter Three..... Eventually reality took over. Paul fell off Peter's chest exhausted. Charlie stopped bouncing, because Peter was supporting Charlie under his bum cheeks, to stop him. Peter's cock-orientated ecstatic agony from nerve-ending overload was overcoming the want to fuck the youngster forever and ever. Slowly the boys recovered, but Peter was "well fucked" as Paul put it, until Charlie asked, "So what's for afters, then?" Now read on..... "I need a drink," said Peter. He looked around for his 'modesty' towel, and rolled over to pick it up from the floor. "Don't think you will need that now," said Charlie, casually wanking his half-hard cock, and eyeing Peter's rump, now he was on all fours, noting the hang of his big balls, the darker flesh round his anus. "You need showers," was Peter's reply, "Bathroom is other side of the landing. Towels are out for both of you. I will be downstairs," and with that he was out the door. After their showers they found Peter in the Lounge, sitting naked in an armchair, sipping a whisky and soda. He switched off the TV as they entered and asked what they would drink. "Lager," said Charlie hopefully. "In the fridge," said Peter, and watched two bare bums quickly exit to the Kitchen. He joined them in the Kitchen as they popped the cans, and walked between them when they sat at the table, his cut cock now at shoulder height to the boys. Paul saw it twitch slightly as he stood there, sipping his whisky. One ball seemed to hang lower than the other. Paul reached over and weighed the lower ball. Peter's cock twitched again and Paul could see it was getting longer and fatter. He took hold of it at it's root, and popped the helmet in his beery mouth. The soft tube was hardening, the helmet gaining rigidity as he slowly nodded his head to give his lips motion over and back the ridge head. "Are you sucking him off?" asked Charlie, who could not see as Peter had turned to face Paul. Charlie watched as Peter's bum started to move back and forth as he began to face-fuck Paul. Not being one to be left out of things, Charlie sucked a finger and slid it up between Peter's cheeks, seeking to stroke his ring. Peter put a foot up on Paul's chair seat, giving Charlie easier access. Charlie's finger slid in. For the next minute of so there was no communication as none was needed. Paul carefully sucked Peter's hardened cock and stroked his hanging balls, whilst Charlie finger-fucked Peter's arsehole with two straight fingers. "You can make this more enjoyable for me, if you want," said Peter, breaking the silence, "Let's go back upstairs again." Charlie reluctantly withdrew his fingers, and Paul relinquished his cock. They followed him back up into the spare room where Paul went to the wardrobe. Inside was hanging space and drawers. From one of the drawers he took a black item and gave it to Charlie. At first, Charlie could not make it out, until he unfolded it. Then, stretched between both hands, he realised he had a pair of rubber pants with a false cock hanging from the front of it. Looking inside the pants he saw that there was a butt plug pointing up. Having first lubricated the plug, he pulled the pants up his legs until he could insert the plug, which he did. Then he rolled the pants on over his cock and balls, which fitted into the hollow shape of the cock. Suddenly he had a ten inch black cock, that was six inches round, and a comfortably full feeling in his bum. "Wow!" he said, holding his new cock. Peter applied lube to the veined black shaft and his own hole, then kneeled on the bed, his knees either side of Paul's shoulder who lay there ready to 'give head'. Charlie came up behind him and offered the dildo to the proffered hole. It almost sucked him in when he applied pressure, the black length travelling inwards like a hot knife through butter. Standing behind Peter, he took hold of his broad hips and started to pound in and out, whilst underneath, Paul started to suck the twitching cock in front of him, the slit dripping pre-cum with expectation. Paul could see the pendulous balls swinging back and forth as Charlie pumped Peter's arse. The ten black inches disappeared with ease with the black balls acting as an end stop, when they hit the line between the hole and swinging balls, time and time again. More and more pre-cum flowed into Paul's boy-mouth to mix with his saliva as he sucked the monster cock as deep as he could go into his throat without gagging. Then Paul saw that the balls were not swinging so much as they retracted into Peter's body, readying themselves to release their load of their creamy sperms into the fuck receptacle at the end of their journey. "I'm going to cum," hissed Peter to the boys, and Charlie sped up a little, whilst Paul readied himself for the deluge. The glans in Paul's mouth swelled with the shaft, almost to the limit of his tender lips, before the hard snake that was stretching them began to cough and vomit the delicious cargo that is the reward for all the work given by the two pupils. Paul did not want to swallow it, but just let it fill his mouth to overflowing, the residue dripping down the sides of his face as he breathed through his nose. This time Charlie had the sense to slow when Peter started to cum, letting the slow motion of the faux cock scrape over the tight lining of the love tube trigger to keep Peter cumming until his reservoirs were empty. Peter reached behind himself to signal enough and Charlie stopped, the dildo still fully impaling his Teacher. He put his arms round the man's waist and kissed between his shoulders, tasting the wet sweaty saltiness of him. Paul slid out from under and stood up. He kissed the man in delight, and as their tongues met, Paul was able to share some of the reward he had just been given.