Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2018 19:20:57 +0100 (CET)
From: john.matthews@tutanota.com
Subject: Apennine   Boys School Part 10

The School Part Ten

We six had fucked our way across the Channel, France, Switzerland and into
Italy. I rather thought that I would lose all fear of flying if I could be
diverted this way. Khalid didn't get to see much of the scenery outside,
and I didn't want to. I was far too interested in the in-flight
entertainment.

Khalid had recharged, and I drank another load of his tasty new sperm. He
insisted on sharing, and so he licked it out of my mouth when he
came. Kissing deeply was my trigger, and I must admit that as he licked
around my tongue and mouth, I blew my bolt with a sort of dynamic vigour
that surprised even myself.

We arrived at our hotel.

"Ah, Dr Fillan, how good to see you again," enthused the manager. "The
penthouse is prepared, of course. And, Mr Chan, it has been too long since
we have seen you. You have grown a bit since you left Italy, sir."

His eyes sparkled somewhat as he eyed Leochan. Leochan smiled at him.

The manager had a certain reserved informality with the others he didn't
show to me. I thought at the time he didn't know where I fitted into the
picture.

He looked at Leo and continued. "I see Mr errr..."

"Bijoux," I said.

"Excuse me, Dr," said the manager.

For the first time ever, I saw the manager phased.

"Bijoux," I repeated. "Leo's name is Bijoux."

Leo shot me a filthy look and I saw the manager's mouth twitch.

Khalid whispered something to G who nodded affirmatively. The little fellow
giggled. I discovered later that he had checked the meaning of Bijoux with
G who had confirmed that it did indeed mean 'jewels'.

The manager composed himself and said, "Thank you Dr, I had only ever known
Mr Bijoux's first name."

I could see the hint of a smile on his lips.

"Look, there is no need to be formal just because I am here. You obviously
know my friends, so please, just call them as you normally do. If you would
be so kind as to escort us to the suite, please have a glass of champagne
with us and we can renew auld acquaintance, as it were."

"I would be honoured, Dr Fillan." The manager glanced quickly at Leo and
burst out laughing. I couldn't help but join him. Leo gave me a look that
would curdle milk.

The manager called yet another cute porter (where did they get them from?)
to organise our baggage and we ascended to the penthouse.

"Where's Adamo?" enquired G.

The manager glanced my way.

G said something in rapid-fire Italian and the manager nodded and smiled.

"Adamo is not rostered on until tomorrow."

"Ahh," said G.

I detected a slight disappointment, but not too much.


Champagne is such a wonderful lubricant. A couple of glasses later, and the
manager was calling me Drake, and I was calling him Roberto. I discovered
he had been an old-boy from The School. He was about 9 or 10 years ahead of
Leo, so he only ever really knew Leo by his first name. He started at the
hotel as he wanted to be in the hospitality industry after he left school
and the hotel was one of many business actually owned by The School.

After a little time, he excused himself and returned to his duties.

A short while later, we received a call from Roberto who indicated we had a
young visitor, and should he send the visitor up. The lift pinged, and out
walked Adamo.

"Hey Champ," I called as Leo, Bran and G called out their individual
greetings.

"Good afternoon, everybody," replied Adamo formally. His English was so
sweetly accented.

"Adamo, come give me a hug..." This was G.

He broke into a trot and gushed forth with a torrent of Italian. He kissed
G then Leo then Bran. He seemed a bit shy to come to me.

"And where's my kiss then, Adamo?" I asked.

He cast a quick glance at Khalid who had nestled up beside me on the
lounge.

"Aha," I thought. I said, "Oh sorry, Adamo, you don't know Khalid, do you?
Khalid, this is my friend Adamo, Adamo this is my friend Khalid."

The boys shook hands solemnly. I smiled at them.

"Now the formalities are over, where's my kiss Adamo?"

Adamo threw himself at me, and kissed me all over my face and then quite
passionately on my lips. All this was punctuated with rapid-fire Italian.

Bran, whose Italian was as perfect as G's English interpreted. "He thought
you had another boy to replace him. And was scared to offend you."

"You tell him," I said, "That everyone I love is special in his own way,
and nobody can replace anybody else."

Adamo was still in my arms and smiled when he heard Bran's translation. He
smiled tentatively at Khalid who smiled back. Khalid then impulsively
hugged the both of us.

"How does he do that?" I heard G softly ask no-one in particular.

"I think he has magic with kids," responded Bran equally softly.

This interchange was so gently spoken, I wasn't sure whether it was one of
our telepathy conversations or actual whispers.

Leo took charge. "We have a fair drive tomorrow, let's get dinner and then
hit the sack."

I thought this was a good idea as did Leochan. In fact, Leochan just looked
at Leo and suggested we skip dinner. We laughed. Adamo laughed also, but I
could see he didn't know why. Khalid expertly (or so it seemed) interpreted
for him and then he laughed with genuine mirth.

I looked at Khalid. "Where did you learn Italian?"

He indicated he had been in a refugee camp somewhere in Italy just after
the war before the family moved to the UK. He picked up Italian there and
practiced all the time with Leochan. I made a mental note to learn Italian
ASAP, and Leo sent me the message that I had a great teacher in Bran.

"Good idea," I telepathed back.

"Right that's settled," said Leo, "Let's get dinner."

I wondered to myself what the sleeping arrangements were going to be for
tonight. I thought that Bran and G really should have some time together
alone as should Leo and Leochan. I thought that it would be nice to have
some time with Khalid, but I also thought it would be nice to be with Adamo
as well.

Leo involved himself in my thoughts.

"Why not sleep with them both? I'm sure they would love it and they seem to
be getting on fine right now."

We had gone out for dinner, for a change, and were eating at a tiny
restaurant reasonably close to the hotel. The food was delicious, and the
kids, being kids, insisted on gelato as well as cassata for afters. Khalid
and Adamo were happily feeding each other the various tastes from each
other's serving. They had purposely ordered different flavours so they
could experiment with the tastes.

The food was a most extraordinary Italian banquet and the wine flowed
freely. Tonight was the end of Stage One of my adventures, and I felt a
twinge of sadness that our so newly formed 'Gang of Seven' was going to
disband.

The last ten days or so had been completely transforming for me. I had had
more sex in those days than I had ever had in my life before. I had
developed a family with a strange telepathic link. I had screwed and been
screwed by adults whom I loved and kids whom I also really loved and got on
well with.

I felt a touch of nostalgia that I wouldn't see Khalid or Adamo for some
time. I felt sadly good for the little ones, if that makes sense, in that I
had been part of their healing. I also felt a sense of loss that Leochan
would be going back to get on with his business. I would miss his robust
ebullience. I would miss G terribly. He was my family...

"Whoa," I heard myself think, "What about Bran and Leo? And especially
Bran. Within our family of four, Bran and G had an extra special bond they
shared. This must be breaking their hearts. But no it's not," I thought,
"We are a family and can communicate with each other. We can have sex, but
that's not what our love is about. We are one spirit divided into four
bits. Each of us is an individual, but we go together to make a whole
because our love can be shared. Why..." I thought, "There might even be
more than us four in the future..."

The possibilities seemed endless.

There was a shuffling of chairs and I somehow awoke from my reverie. I
thought everyone was getting up to leave so I stood up too. Suddenly I
found myself in an embrace of Leo, G and Bran.

I felt an all-encompassing love surround me and I automatically felt mine
mingle with it and become part of it.

"That's what a 'School Family' is, you idiot." Somebody whispered that to
me, I wasn't sure who.

I suddenly realised that my thoughts had been perceived by the members of
the family. The other three didn't know what was going on, but Leochan
guessed. He sat there beaming.

"Right, let's get out of here and get some kip," Leochan ordered.

We trundled back to the hotel. We paired off naturally (in my case tripled
off) and went to bed.

No bedroom doors were closed that night, and the robustness of Leochan and
Leo caused giggles from the other two rooms. I was in the middle of two
lovely naked boys. I ran my hands down their flat tummies and enjoyed the
feel of their soft skin. Neither of them had any pubic hair and I found
this sexy. I found two little erect boy nails and when I started playing
with them two sets of arms surrounded me and their bodies started to buck
slowly. I found this reaction erotic in the extreme and turned to kiss the
one then the other. Two hands, one from each boy gently snaked down my taut
gut and started to fondle my dick and balls. They appeared to have some
sort of instinctive ability to complement each other's actions.

I pulled them to me again and kissed them. This time I reversed the
order. They giggled a little and Adamo said something in Italian to which
Khalid replied "Si". At least I knew that meant 'yes'.

Khalid said, "Adamo doesn't mind if you kiss me first, because we know you
love us both. That goes for me too."

They had not stopped massaging my dick. I pulled them close together on top
of me and said,

"Well how about this then."

I kissed them both at the same time. They giggled and as one dived under
the bedclothes and started doing things to my dick with their mouths I
thought were impossible. I had two little arses in my face and two little
erect cocks within easy reach. I played with the little nutsacks, their
dicks and their little holes. It was bliss. Suddenly Khalid turned around
and kissed me. He kissed me deep and passionately while Adamo kept working
on my prick. My trigger kicked in and my orgasm started in the depths of my
body and started to shoot out. My anus twitched and I bucked and
bucked. The boys hung on for grim death, but did not become disengaged from
their self-imposed tasks.

When I came down, I saw the lads kissing each other deeply. Adamo was
sharing my load with Khalid. I hugged them both and felt them. I thought
that this might be a bonding time for both of them. I rolled over onto my
side to watch them more closely.

"Drake?"

"Yes Khalid."

"Adamo and I are going to make love. Is that OK with you?"

"Of course baby, that's all right. In fact it's beautiful. Do you want me
to go somewhere else?"

"No, no," Khalid exclaimed. "You must be here. We want you here."

I sighed contentedly, and kissed both boys. I then sucked their dicks a
little and settled down to watch two young lads make love.

They were already very horny and it seemed that there was going to be a
struggle for supremacy. I was so wrong. Their initial writhings were of
unbridled sensuality not a struggle to be on top. Adamo lay on top of
Khalid and Khalid opened his legs wider so that Adamo could enter. Adamo
bent down and took Khalid in his mouth and Khalid was almost catatonic with
pleasure. Adamo then took Khalid's lovely little prick and sat on it. I saw
Khalid's eyes fly open as he understood what little Adamo had done. I knew
that Adamo had whispered in Italian, "Fuck me hard," because that's exactly
what Khalid started to do.

Their joining was a song of child-like simplicity and their passion was
unparalleled. I started wanking at the wonderful sight before me. I didn't
want to interrupt them and so I blew my load into the air and on
myself. Moments later, Khalid was pumping harder and shouted as he came in
Adamo's arse. I could also see that Adamo was having an orgasm at the same
time, though it was dry.

They kissed and caressed each other for some time after this and Khalid was
entered by Adamo.

"Ahhhh," I thought, "The robustness of youth!"

Adamo was very gentle with Khalid as if he were in tune with some inner
need the little Bosnian had. While the first fuck was cataclysmic, this was
a poem of slow sensuality. Where previously it had been lust and boyish
pleasure, this had the element of communion of feelings. It was so relaxing
to watch I found myself drifting off. I awoke sometime later and saw Khalid
slowly and gently making love to Adamo who was silently weeping. Khalid was
licking the tears from his face and whispering to him, gentling him, loving
him and never hesitating in his ongoing tender thrusting. It seemed so
intimate, I felt I was intruding by watching. They were unaware of me, so I
closed my eyes and drifted off again.

I did wake once more as the grey light of dawn crept into our room. The
boys were cuddled together, whispering and caressing each other. It might
have been puppy love, but it was powerful. And it was beautiful.

I did wonder however if they had had any sleep at all.

I was finally awoken by the glorious smell of coffee. I wandered naked into
the living room and poured myself a cup. No special cream this morning. I
was a bit disappointed, and smiled to myself.

The boys were in the kitchenette. They were fully dressed and had obviously
prepared a fabulous breakfast for us. There was beautifully prepared fruit
salad, fresh croissants with Bulgarian jam and cream and two wonderful and
glorious smiles.

"Who needs breakfast, when I could eat you two," I joked. Their smiles
grew. They looked so beautiful together. There was some sort of glow
between them. They raced up and gave me a kiss each and I kissed them back
solemnly. First Khalid then Adamo. I stopped, took a breath, then I kissed
Adamo then Khalid. I grinned and they grinned back... each of us enjoying
the private joke from the night before.

Other bodies started appearing. G and Bran wandered out, followed by Leo
from the other bedroom. A plaintive voice from behind Leo called out.

"Oh, c'mon Leo, just one more time."

We all looked at each other and laughed. Leo rolled his eyes and headed for
the coffee.

Khalid disappeared into Leochan's room. There was some sort of conversation
and Khalid reappeared.

He told us that he and Adamo were going out for about an hour if that was
OK. We agreed, but insisted they be back no later than 10.

We breakfasted, and I commented how the kids had seemed to bond really
well.

"Hmmm," said Leochan, "I think so. It looks like I might have to bring
Adamo over to England for a couple of weeks during the vacation so he can
improve his English... Improve his English indeed," he snorted, "All that
little bastard Khalid wants is to screw, screw, screw..."

We laughed.

"That's a bit rich coming from you, Leochan," cackled G.

Leochan ignored him.

"It also means I'll have to give bloody Khalid time off work so he can be
with his sodding boyfriend. I'll have to pay him for it too, you know."

Leochan's little diatribe was said with such affection, and indeed probably
love, that it was impossible to fault his mode of expression.

"That also means I'll have to organise with Roberto to get time off for
Adamo. I suppose I can use the angle that if his English is better, he will
be of more service to the Hotel. Oh shit! What have I got myself into. Oh
woe, woe, thrice woe."

Leochan as King Lear was totally unconvincing, especially as he was stark
naked. His dramatic gestures only made his substantial tackle swing in a
most fetching manner.

Tears of laughter were running down our eyes. Leochan looked at us, curled
his lip, threw and imaginary cloak around himself and stalked off into the
bedroom. As I watched him go, I thought he really did have a most delicious
arse.

Three naked men jumped on me.

"We heard that."

"Damn," I thought. I really have to keep my thoughts to myself. However, I
didn't think I needed to apply that promise to my hands. I groped them all
and it was fun.

We broke when the lift pinged. It wouldn't be a surprise visit, as no-one
had access to us unless they went through the front desk or Roberto, the
manager.

The boys had arrived back, and were sporting identical sports clothes and a
very lovely silver bracelet each. They looked beautiful.

We beamed at them and they beamed back. Leochan looked like he had just
scooped the pools. He had every appearance of a proud dad who had just seen
the favoured son score the winning goal at the World Cup.

"Leochan?" said Khalid, "May we speak to you in private please."

"Of course Champ, let's go."

They disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door. About fifteen
minutes later they emerged. The two boys were holding hands but looked
reasonably grim. Leochan also looked grim, but had a smile playing around
the sides of his mouth.

"Now you two get in there and I will check this with Drake, and then he
may, and I emphasise may, come in and try and help."

I was a bit stunned.

"Oh," said Leochan, "Just a little bit of a tiff about money. Khalid
borrowed, and I mean borrowed, 500 Euros from me to go out with Adamo and
have a little spend up. You saw the clothes and the bracelet. Khalid
insists he wanted to pay, but Adamo insisted that they go halves. Khalid is
certain that he can afford it, and he can... he's proper little hoarder
that one, but Adamo said if they were equal lovers, they had to go
halves. Adamo has let Khalid pay, but only on the promise that Khalid would
let him repay. Now, Khalid is trying to wriggle out of the promise for
Adamo to repay because he is worried that Adamo doesn't get much money and
he spent quite a lot. Adamo said that if he's not allowed to repay, he will
take everything back to the shops. I might add, he fingered the bracelet
when he said that and looked at Khalid so pathetically I almost
cried. There were certainly tears in his eyes. So, Drake, want to go in
there and sort this out? They both agreed you would know the right thing to
do."

"Jesus, Leochan, you don't make it easy for me, do you?"

"Nope, but it's up to you. The kids have promised to abide by any decision
you make. And they will, even if it kills me - or better still, them."

"Not much choice, have I?"

There was a chorus of 'nope'. I gave them all the fingers, put on my best
'understanding teacher with a mission' look, and walked into the bedroom.

What greeted me was a far from conflict sight. The boys were locked in a
tight embrace and were, I'm sure, playing tonsil hockey.

"Uh-hum." I cleared my throat in the time honoured way. The came out of
their clinch and looked at me. They broke out in smiles. They didn't let go
of each other's hand.

Adamo said something in Italian. Khalid automatically translated.

"Adamo said that he knew you would come because you love us."

"Well Adamo was right." Khalid had a rare gift of being able to interpret
simultaneously. I made a mental note of that.

I told them I thought I understood the problem and repeated what Leochan
had told me. They agreed this was a fair summary.

I gave them a solution which after some humming and hawing they agreed
to. It would cost Leochan and me some money, but what the heck. We agreed
that just for this one time only, Leochan and I would go equal halves in
the cost of everything.

They protested at this, but I argued that as I was paying for some of
Adamo's schooling in Milan, and Leochan was paying for Khalid's schooling
in London, then we had some financial responsibility. But, this was not to
be seen as Leochan and me bailing them out, it was to be seen as a gift
from us to them, because we loved them and were happy they had become good
friends.


There were however four promises I extracted from them. Firstly, never make
a promise you know you are going to try and wriggle out of, and secondly,
if one is going to spend a substantial amount of money on joint things,
(such as a matching set of clothes and bracelets), then it should be
discussed first, thirdly, always accept gifts graciously, and last but not
least, never, ever, ever argue about money again. Once it's spent it's
spent. Nothing can be done about it.

We all hugged and kissed. The kids fondled my cock as I had forgotten to
get dressed. I decided this was not the most professional look, but then
again, who cares... we got a good result.

I called in Leochan and explained to him the compromise. He was delighted
and hugged me and the boys. He left the room, closed the door and we could
hear him complaining.

"There what did I tell you, it is going to cost me money. I tell you that
man and those kids are going to send me broke."

The boys and I looked at each other and smiled. We knew there wasn't a
milligram of malice in what he was saying to the others. In fact, the
others were laughing uproariously. Obviously, Leochan was putting on
another of his pantomimes.

Finally it was time to leave. We were all dressed and ready for departure.

Leochan hugged and kissed Bran, G, Leo and me. From Bran and G's reactions
I could see that they also got a bit of a grope with their kisses. Leochan
hugged me, kissed me and likewise groped me.

"I hope to see a lot more of you, Drake," he whispered. "I am truly happy
that you guys have a family, and be sure I will look after your little
ones."

"I know, mate, I know," I whispered back.

Leochan then hugged Leo.

"Oh for god's sake," moaned Bran. He pointed.

Leo and Leochan both had boners. We rolled our eyes and looked at the
boys. They were standing holding hands and looking at each other with
puppy-dog eyes - great brown orbs and deep blue pools held each other.

"C'mon you two," I said. "Give us all a hug and let's get going."

The boys broke their eye-lock and ran and gave me a big hug and what seemed
like a million kisses. They ran to the others and did likewise.

Leochan rounded them up and started them on their way out. Before they left
the room, both boys turned around, waved again, and with quiet voices said,
"Bye-bye Papa."

I felt myself tearing up. Leochan took one look at me, clipped the kids
playfully over the back of the head and told them to get a wriggle on.

They left, and Leo put his arm around me. I felt his love.

It was now time for us to leave G. In his usual style, Leo pulled us into
one of his 'big group hugs' and we just felt the love for each other.

"Right, we're off," announced Leo. "Drake and I will take the bags down and
you be at the car in 5 minutes, Bran. OK?"

We left Bran and G to say farewell, and went on down to the car. Roberto
called us a fond farewell, and laughingly suggested that next time I come,
I don't try and organise his staff out of existence. We laughed. Obviously
Leochan had made good on his promise of a trip to the UK for Adamo.

Bran arrived without G and he and I piled into the back of The School limo,
and Leo took the wheel.

We were off to the next adventure... the beginning of the academic
year. The time was 10:30 am.


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