Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2011 20:52:54 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: Leyland Park School Chapter Six

Leyland Park School

by Alex Carbine

Chapter Six.


	A Note From The Author.  I have been contacted by several of my
readers to ask if Leyland Park School exists, and to describe it in more
detail. It is based on fact, all my stories are. Imagine a Georgian style
estate in Hereford (UK) which was taken over in early 1900s to become a
school. From that time 'The Park' has expanded to cope with the number of
boys, the changes in teaching, and has kept up with the times. Now a
Motorway runs within 5 miles, but it is still surrounded by 'green fields'
which have not been built on by the expanding towns that surround it, the
nearest is seven miles away. A river runs within two miles, and there is a
large woodland that is now part of the National Trust Heritage, and has
organised picnic points and walks within it.

	All of this is close to the truth, but obviously some things have
been changed. I have also introduced some of the 'Gay-talk' or 'Polari'
that was in vogue in my time. Maybe someone could 'wise me up' as to what
is in modern parlance today.

	If you wish to drop me a line, e-mail me at alex.carbine@sky.com
and I always e-mail back. I am interested in the reader's aspect, and have
recently had an e-mail about the differences between my English and
American English -- especially 'Football' which is played with no padding
in UK, so the changing rooms are not cluttered with 'armour'. (Opening
chapter with jock straps but no 'armour'.)

	And so, let us go on ...



	Paul and Charlie had a 'good long chat' with Andy and Si
(pronounced Sigh). To their surprise they found out that almost half of the
School was gay, although they referred to the non-gays as 'Innocents', or
'Cents' for short, and to themselves as 'Sensitives' or 'Tivvies' for
short. Also they discovered from the other two boys, who were a year ahead
of them, that the Cents normally did not take offence at Tivvies and their
ways, they just kept apart on the 'live and let live' way of life that was
encouraged in the School. The rules were quite simple really. Tivvies were
not to 'prey on the chickens' (try it on with the New Intake) but let them
come 'out' by themselves. And the Cents were not to bully the Tivvies
because they could, (several always tried it and were worse for wear when
the dust settled).

	The most exciting thing that the boys discovered was that, at the
moment, Grenville House, where Andy and Si came from, was predominantly
Tivvy all the way up to the top, which they found out included the House
Master and his Assistant. The House Master of India House was known to be a
sympathiser, which made Paul and Charlie happy, and their Assistant House
Mr Edward Keets, was most definitely Tivvy. "Prefers to wave his cock
rather than a baton, " joked Si."And has a novel way to make you hit
the high notes," added Andy joyfully.

	Back at India House, a month had gone by, and the two friends had
worked into the regime and schedule of the House and the School. For their
dorm, Tuesday night was traditionally 'bath night'. Every day, morning and
evening they could have showers to their hearts' content. But Tuesday night
was bath night, and was overseen, basically to make sure that all the boys
washed at least once a week.

	The showers and baths were in the basement as an extension to the
changing rooms. The showers were communal, but the bath corridor was made
up of sixteen individual bathrooms with doors, the rooms big enough for the
job, leading off a cul-de-sac corridor, eight to each side. On a bath
night, a Prefect, or whoever, would walk up and down the corridor, looking
in to the rooms to make sure the boys washed properly. Sometimes the noise
from the corridor rose in volume as the fun and antics progressed. That was
when Mr. Keets would descend from his rooms above, and tell the boys to
"keep the noise down to a decent roar!"

	This particular Tuesday, the noise level was on the up, as Paul,
Charlie and the others in their dorm were having a wet-towel fight actually
in the corridor. The stone flagged floor was awash with water, which was
draining away as each bath spilt more water. Mr. Keets made his way halfway
down the corridor to the Dorm Prefect, Philip, who had his back to the
approaching Master as he was attacked by the rest of the Dorm, when Paul
appeared to Mr. Keets' left, out of a bathroom with a bucket of
water. Needless to say, his timing was wrong, and in 'all innocence' the
water hit Mr. Keets fair and square. However, given what Andy and Si had
told Paul about Keets, and they fact that Paul had actually seen Keets come
down the stairs at the far end of the showers, one would have to be
charitable to say it was an accident.

	Keets turned to see Paul framed in the doorway, an empty bucket in
hand. "Gosh I'm terribly sorry, Sir. I did not know you would be
there!" said Paul lamely, letting his hands drop to his sides as if in
dejection. Keets was about to say something when he realised that Paul was
naked, sporting a magnificent cockstand, and that it was pointing hard up,
directly at him. He looked around himself. Philip, the Prefect, now facing
him, had a seventeen year old's hard-on, and most of the other boys were
sporting wood of various hardness.

	"That's alright boys. No harm done," he said starting to
smile, "Tuesday is my bath night as well." He started to unzip his
trouser flies. "Might as well have it with you, now that I'm wet."
Paul stepped forward. "Can I help Sir?" he asked brightly, with a
smile. "Well how kind of you..." "Paul sir," prompted Charlie,
"and I'm Charlie, Sir." "No, please, not 'Sir'," replied Keets
as the boys fell to their knees and started to work his clingy, wet trouser
to the ground, "Call me Edward, please, all of you!" At this all the
others clustered round him, helping to take his cardigan and shirt off as
he stepped out of his wet trousers. He had a dozen young naked boys around
him taking his clothes off, whilst he just stood there in his boxers, which
by now were beginning to tent at the front. Nirvana.

	As Paul and Charlie were already on their knees, they were able to
slowly ease the elastic waistband of the soggy boxers over the thickening
Music Master's baton. Paul noted with satisfaction that Edward was not
circumcised, but that the tip of his glans was just poking out the end of
the foreskin.  He put his hand on the swelling cock and used it to help
pull himself stand, then, as if realising what he had just done, jerked his
hand away from the cock with a "Oh, sorry Sir," and then looking up
into the Teacher's face, "I mean Edward." As he said this, his hand
returned and he started to gently, lovingly wank the cock, feeling it swell
to its' full size in his grip, as their eyes interlocked for a couple of
seconds.

	Edward's dry throat caused him to lick his lips and swallow, a sign
that Philip misread as he had been sucked by Edward many times
previously. "Well I suppose I am the only one who has not had a wash
here," stated Edward. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Give you a wash!" chorused his current flock, with such a sudden
cheer that he jumped, and almost ejaculated there and then. Led by Paul
with his small, warm hand wrapped firmly around his cock, he was taken to
the largest of the bathrooms, where he stepped into the lukewarm water of
the bath that sat in the middle of the room, his posse of little Indians
encircling him. Philip, the Prefect, stood in the doorway, lazily wanking
his stalk and keeping watch for any other interlopers.

	With small, careful steps, he rotated himself, turning not so much
so that the boys could splash him with the bath water but more so that each
could see his erect penis and balls as he turned slowly, his cock throbbing
and pulsing as the water splashed over him. Then a small army of young
soapy hands roamed over his legs, 'washing' him, ever rising higher and
higher, up towards where his legs met. Paul's hands were already there,
soaping his low hanging balls with one hand, washing the crack between his
legs with the other, his thumb dragging across his anus time and again,
giving voluptuous ecstasy. As the rest of the boys swirled their soapy,
slippery hands round Edward's cock and balls, Paul's two fingers had gained
entry secretly to his anus. With all the commotion at the front, no one
noticed Paul finger fucking the Teacher's ass, his hand appearing and
disappearing between the two bum cheeks at an angle, pushing his fingers up
and down, in and out.

	Then, to most people's surprise, Edward gave a low, throaty moan,
and his cock started to spew his cum over two of the boys, his cock jerking
in one boy's hand as it splattered over their hair, running lumpishly down
their laughing, open-mouthed faces. Edward heard cries of "Yeah" and
"Cum on baby" distantly through his red mist of desire and delight,
as his wildest dream unfolded without him lifting a finger to stop it. He
just stood there and allowed himself to come, time and again, surrounded by
his own angelic choir of boys to his utmost delight, until his balls were
empty of everything but memories.

	Then he suddenly sat down in the empty bath. The boys stood around
him, eager faces and stiff pricks, looking down at him, until one of them
yelled, "Circle jerk". Edward was aware of a dozen hands immediately
jerking a dozen pricks, whichever way he turned a boy was jerking into his
face, their faces screwed up in concentration, their tight little balls
jumping as their hands pulled at their cocklets, and, when the first boy
came over his chest, he lay along the bottom of the bath with his mouth
open, letting each boy toss his load at him, over him, into him, until he
was coated everywhere in a slick sheen of thin boy cum, his chest, his
face, his tongue, everywhere.

	It was Philip, the Prefect, who brought order to the event, when he
said quietly, "I suppose everyone ought to clean up with another
bath. You too Sir." They left the Music Teacher to look to his own
cleanliness as they ran new baths for themselves, sharing with their
friends, soapy hands over happy soapy bodies, in soapy crevices and
willing, wanting holes. Each of the boys slept well that night, all very
clean, and for the first time none were on their own.


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