Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2018 05:06:20 +0200 (CEST)
From: john.matthews@tutanota.com
Subject: Apennine Boys' School Part 13

The School  Part Thirteen


The sex was great. I can't deny it. However I was at The School to
work. Just because a part of the education was sex - not to mention the
recreation, it didn't mean that my other duties as an educator could be
forgotten.

I instructed Chayd that I was to be disturbed by no-one including Sean for
four days between the hours of 9-5. After that, well... Chayd was the best
factotum I could have had. He would allow nobody near me, and brought me
lunch discreetly, knocked at my door, indicated lunch was there and left.

I heard a couple of altercations between him and Arkady - but he decided
the problems weren't serious enough for me to be disturbed.

"Come back after 5," I heard Chayd shout at one time.

Arkady was indeed back at one minute past five.

"Drake, Drake I missed you," I heard a plaintive cry. Arkady did his
flinging thing at me.

"I missed you too, son. But I have to work seriously for a couple of days."

"Yeah, but I was horny."

"So was I," I replied, "But I shortly will have nine other kids to look
after as well. AND I have lessons to prepare."

I had pictures of 10 kids on the cork board on my wall. They were all in
the skimpiest bathing suits imaginable. One was Arkady. I had to match the
kids together as roommates. It was one task which was not easy.

Arkady had perched himself on my lap. He had pushed my hand onto his little
cocklet and I was idly playing with him.

"OK Arkady," I said trusting his intuition, "I have had to match these kids
together to share a room. Who do you think should go with whom? I am not
saying what you say goes... I just want to have your opinion."

I could feel a sense of pride in him. I had asked his opinion on an
important school matter.

"Do you have other photos?"

"Yes."

"Can I have a look?"

I gave him an A4 size of each photo that was on the board. He wriggled down
on my hard cock and giggled.

"Hmmmmm."

"Behave. Look at the photos and tell me what you think."

He leaned forward on my desk and started to arrange the photos in pairs. I
could hardly believe my eyes when he arranged them in the pairs I had
already arranged in my mind.

His own choice for himself was a sweet looking, very gentle appearing Greek
lad by the name of Dimo... actually Demetrius. I made a mental note to
stick with my (and his) choices and told him it was a wrap for the day.

He immediately leaped up and said that it was an hour to dinner and could
we have some time together in my bed. I pretended reluctance, but said
OK. I threw him over my shoulder and he squealed as I pulled his tiny
bathers down and licked his hole. I then swung him around and licked his
boy tackle. I hadn't realised Bran was in his room quietly reading - he was
allowed upstairs, but was not allowed to disturb me - and he poked his head
out his door when he heard the squeal.

"Oh Bran, Bran, Drake is having his way with me," squealed the little
tiger.

I had to ask myself wherever had he learned that?

"It will do you some good," muttered Bran.

I smiled at Bran around my little mouthful. I winked at him. He felt my
thoughts.

"In fact, I just might help Drake have his way with you myself."

Arkady forgot himself and squeaked, "Ooo, yes!" remembered what he was
doing and added in a mock horrified voice, "No, no, you wouldn't!"

"Oh yes I would..." responded Bran, getting into the spirit of the game.

I was carrying Arkady like a baby in my arms as I suckled his cock. Bran
came over to me and kissed me, with his little brother's dick between our
lips. We both used our tongues to stimulate his pricklet and each other.

We hit my bedroom and I knew Arkady was in one of his more devilish
moods. I decided to match it and threw him on the bed. I dived on top of
him and tickled him as Bran tried desperately to get my gear off. I had
stripped Arkady and as my cock was now out of the confines of my trou, I
tried to grab the lube. Bran had got it before me and started to lube up my
cock. I rather liked that. He put a bit of lube on Arkady's little arsehole
and guided me towards him. I thrust in.

"Ooooo..." Low pitched and sexy was the sound I heard from my little
man. He was horny indeed.

He bucked straight into me and squeezed his arse very tight around my
prong. I pulled out a little and thrust in again.

"Oooooo..." A little longer and slightly more high pitched. The little imp
wanted this badly.

"Fuck me hard please Drakey, and when you've finished, fall on top of me
and cuddle me please." He was a little breathless when he asked me that.

"Of course, baby."

I leant down to kiss him and felt a familiar dick come between our
lips. Bran was hard and wanted us to suck him as we fucked. We did. We were
rewarded with his seed all over our faces, a slam bang orgasm, me falling
on little Arkady and us tangled together in post coital bliss. My wandering
hands felt Bran's beautiful arse, and I felt myself hardening again.

"Why don't we all sleep together tonight," suggested Bran. "I'm sure Chayd
just about has our food ready, and we may be treated to a Chayd tantrum if
we don't arrive."

Almost on cue, Chayd did his Magenta.

"Master, dinner is served." This was roared up the stairs.

I decided not to dress, just for the fun of it. Bran and Arkady followed my
lead. We didn't shower and there were bits of cum on our chests and faces.

Chayd screeched. "Nobody, but nobody comes to my table like that! Here, let
me fix you up. He grabbed a comb and ran it through our hair, looked at the
result, and said, "There, that's better. Always comb your hair before
coming to dinner."

We just couldn't contain our laughter. I even thought I saw Chayd almost
crack a hint of a smile. His humour was so dry.

Chayd indicated he should undress for dinner too, took his clothes off,
made a great to-do about combing his hair, and sat down. The food was (as
always) delicious.

"Well tomorrow is the big day," said Chayd.

"Yeah," I agreed. "Are you ready?"

"You betcha," muttered Chayd. "Huge bunch of snacks for when the hordes
arrive, and pizza for dinner. Everything is ready to go."

"Sounds good."

The following morning, Leo, Bran and I were going to Milan to pick up the
other nine Year Ones. Arkady was coming with us as he decided that coming
up to The School on the bus would be a good way of getting to know the
other kids. He was right of course. However, I rather did think he wanted
to get to see G alone for a half-hour or so. I couldn't imagine why. Not!

We arrived in Milan the next day after a very early start from The
School. This enabled all of us to arrive at the hotel and have some time
with G. It was good to link up with him again, and be together in the
flesh, as it were, as a family. Of course Arkady wanted in, and as we
kissed and loved each other, Arkady squirmed his way over and through our
bodies being positively salacious.

At one point I saw him whispering to G.

"OK, little one, OK." I heard an exasperated G say. "C'mon."

The two left our bedroom, and we held our laughter in until at least Arkady
was sort of out of sight. Bran was truly good natured about Arkady wanting
G to screw him.

"Oh well," said Bran resignedly, "He will finally have gotten his wish to
have the whole family screw him. I just hope that G gives him the ride of
his life and isn't too gentle with him."

"Why's that?" I had to ask.

"You know how gentle a lover G is, and I can see Arkady getting addicted to
G. He really does have to develop more relationships than just with us."

I could see Bran's point. Leo chimed in.

"Who have you got him rooming with?

"I have him in with Dimo, a Greek kid."

"HAH!!!" said Leo. "I can see Dimo walking strangely tomorrow morning."

"Well, maybe. He's a cute looking kid from his photos, and he has a
different build from Arkady. Somehow, I think they will get on well."

"Time will tell."

At about eleven, we received a phone call from reception that the kids
would be arriving at the hotel in half an hour. The hotel was the drop off
point where they would be ferried to The School in The School's bus.

We made ourselves presentable. G looked a little the worse for wear, and
Arkady was all excitement.

"How does he maintain the energy?" asked G pathetically. "I made love to
him once, and screwed him three times."

"Family trait," snickered Bran, "Family trait."

"C'mon you guys, let's go and meet these kids." I was really looking
forward to meeting my charges for the foreseeable future.

At precisely 11:30 nine little boys and their fathers or guardians were
ushered into a small salon in the hotel. Leo did the MC thing and each man
introduced himself to me and rather formally handed over his little charge
to my care as a representative of The School. I put a silver necklace on
each boy. Unnoticed by the other boys, Arkady had managed to join their
group very unobtrusively. For all the others knew, he had just been handed
over formally as well. The little fellahs weren't taking that much notice
of the others. Some of the little lads had a tear in their eye but they
mostly stood up well. Some of the fathers also had a tear. I kissed each
father as he formally handed over his son, and kissed each boy as he became
my charge.

It was quite moving and it was very necessary to move the little ones onto
the bus as soon as possible, so they wouldn't be mulling over their
separation too deeply. Leo managed the fathers into an adjoining room, and
I got the kids onto the bus. I told them my name was Drake and that I was
going to be their teacher. I told them they should get to know who they
were sitting next to on the bus, and just enjoy the ride. I noticed Arkady
sitting next to Dimo.

Dimo's big eyes seemed quite moist, and I saw Arkady holding his hand. Dimo
appeared grateful. I thought I would let the trip play itself out without
any interference from me. Arkady had behaved like one of the new boys. He
didn't try to be a show off. He certainly knew the ropes, but he behaved as
if he too was new. I thought this showed a very definite maturity. I
mentioned it to Bran and asked him if he had said anything to Arkady, and
he replied in the negative. I was impressed. I noticed Leo coming from the
hotel. I also noticed a rather large bulge at the front of his pants. Leo
was at least three-quarters hard.

Bran was sitting in the front of the bus with me and I nudged him to have a
look. Bran smiled widely.

"Hey Leo," he called out, "What's that down your trousers?"

Of course all the kids turned and looked, and it could not be mistaken what
it was. They giggled.

"Well, kids," said Leo, addressing the whole bus, "I can see that your
fathers all went to The School."

He stuck out his crotch and rubbed it through his trousers. The bus erupted
in boyish laughter. Already Leo had developed a rapport with the kids and
had indicated that the body was nothing to be ashamed off, but something to
have fun with.

"Bravo, Leo!" I mentally applauded him. We took off for The School.

We were about half-way there when Leo pulled the bus over.

"OK kids, time to get out and have a pee."

Each lad climbed out of the bus. They lined up along the edge of the road,
unzipped, pulled out their penises and started to pee. It was a strangely
erotic sight. Ten little boys peeing in a row. I noticed Leo taking a
photo.

"Ok kids, climb back on board," shouted Leo.

I thought it might now be time to engage in a bit of "together"
activity. The kids had been quite animatedly talking to each other, and I
thought it was time for them to start talking to everyone. I grabbed the
bus microphone and started talking to the kids. I told them they had 5
minutes to really get to know their neighbour so they could introduce him
to the others. I was to call out the name alphabetically, and the boy was
to stand up, and his companion was to introduce him to the others.

I looked at my list. The first name was Aaron. I called it out. Aaron stood
up, as did his seating companion. Aaron was a diminutive blond haired, blue
eyed little hayseed looking guy. I knew this to be far from the truth. He
really looked like he belonged on a farm. However, from his file, I knew
him to be a very intelligent youngster, whose father was a very senior
political mandarin in Canada.

His seating companion was an equally bright young Eurasian from Shanghai.

"This is Aaron and he is from Canada," said the Eurasian boy. They were
holding hands. "His birthday is in October and he likes to play the violin
and to swim."

The boys sat down.

"Excellent, and thank you. The next is Arkady."

Arkady and Dimo stood up. Dimo announced "This is Arkady, and he likes to
swim and look after animals." Arkady whispered something to Dimo, and Dimo
shook his head. Arkady whispered again. Dimo coloured. "Arkady also likes
sex." Dimo coloured even more deeply, sat down quickly, and pulled Arkady
next to him.

The bus was silent for a moment, and then everyone burst into giggles.

I had to laugh. "Very good. Sex is fun. The next person is Carlo." Carlo, a
willowy Spanish youth stood up along with his friend, a little lad from
Germany. "This is Carlo. He is from Spain. He loves to play football, can't
swim very well, and is happy to be going to school at last."

"Demetrius is next," I said.

Arkady and Dimo stood up. "This is Demetrius. He likes to be called
Dimo. He likes sex too." Dimo coloured, again. "And he can't swim."

The list went on. Each child knew that he was going to be with the others
for a very long time and each paid close attention to what was said about
his school fellows. I was particularly interested to note that the groups
of two were exactly as I had organised them for their sleeping
accommodation. I told them that they would be sharing a room with their
seating companion and I saw a couple of really happy hugs. I heard a squeak
from Dimo, and noted a wicked grin on Arkady's face. I rather suspected
Dimo had just been goosed.

We finally arrived at The School and I could see the kids were
impressed. The whispers of "Wow" and "Ach" and some other languages were
very audible. Leo drove us directly to our House and the kids scrambled off
the bus. They huddled around outside for a moment, and then with a certain
dramatic flair, the front door flew open and there was Chayd.

"Welcome to your new home." He chimed. He was at his most charming and
disarming. "Everyone take your shoes off, leave them in the porch and come
inside. There's something to eat and drink for everyone."

Chayd was dressed in reasonably tight slacks and a form fitting
tee-shirt. He looked great, and not at all over the top. The kids did as
requested, and as Leo would say, chowed down. The snacks were actually very
substantial sandwiches with lots of water to drink. I was surprised at the
water, but said nothing. I found out later that Chayd did not approve of
soft drinks for children, and that they should drink lots of water and
milk. There was no milk this time, as he did not know if any of the kids
was allergic. Another very good point for Chayd. My confidence in him was
increased every moment.

After the kids had eaten their fill - and there were very, very few
left-overs - we settled down to have our first talk. There were kids
everywhere, or so it seemed, but they had retained their groupings of two.

I showed them where their bedrooms were to be. Aaron and Lee in bedroom 1,
Arkady and Dimo in bedroom 2, Carlo and Franz in bedroom 3 and so on. I
showed them the bathroom, the rec room, the classroom as well. Chayd gave
them the rules of the house, and told them he would prefer each couple to
sleep in only one bed, as it made the house work easier. He told them that
over the next few days before school really started, they would each get a
task they had to do each day to help around The House. He was brilliant.

The students had very little baggage, as everything was supplied by The
School. They were already in their rooms, and they were told they now could
just go out together and explore. They were forbidden the gym because of
the pool, and were not to separate from their roommate.

Today was Monday, and the rest of the students, Years 2 and so on, would be
arriving the following Sunday. This was to enable the Year Ones to get
oriented.

At about 6 in the evening, the kids started wandering back in. Some were a
little grubby as 6-7 year olds can be, and I sent them off to the shower.

Lesson one for Drake... Little kids should be supervised in the shower. I
heard squeals of delight and much splashing around and I thought I had
better check this out. I noted Chayd with an intolerably innocent air,
tunelessly whistling, coming out of the shower. He seemed a little
moist... I really did begin to wonder what had been going on in there.

I wandered in. I noticed water dripping from the ceiling and bits of yellow
and red something on the ground, and before I put it together, I was too
late. A red ball was flying towards me and without time for thought I
instinctively caught it. Naturally the balloon exploded and drenched me in
water. Chayd had set me up properly to be thoroughly water-bombed by the
kids.

I couldn't help myself roaring with laughter. The kids were fair
shrieking. Their little naked bodies were a delight to behold. I started
stripping out of my wet clothes, gave the kids a baleful look, which not
one of them took seriously, and roared out, "Chayd!"

Chayd came scampering in. He was doing his best Quasimodo.

"Yeth mathter, yeth mathter,? he lisped, sending the kids into more hoots.

"Thtay... I mean stay put!"

"Yeth mathter." He hung his head in mock humility.

I finished stripping and I felt if not saw his eyes on me. The kids watched
me undress and I noted Arkady feel Dimo's little prong. Dimo smiled.

"Right kids." They looked at me wondering what was going to happen. So did
Chayd. "GET HIM!"

Chayd obviously was not expecting this. I grabbed him and 10 little naked
bodies were suddenly all over him.

"Get his clothes off," I encouraged. "Be careful, don't be too rough."  He
was stripped naked.

I stood him up and with the assistance of 20 little hands moved him over to
the edge of the hot-tub which had not yet been turned on. Indeed, it was a
cold-tub. I tested it... a very cold tub.

"In he goes, lads." And with that, Chayd was manoeuvred into the cold
water. I noted with some amusement as he came up spluttering, that the half
hard he had gone in with, had in a matter of split second, become a tiny
winkie. As he stood up to get out, in front of all the kids I grabbed it,
and mentioned that it seemed to have gone down.

"Not for long," riposted Chayd.

He was shivering from the very cold water and I handed him a bath sheet,
which were in very plentiful supply. He grabbed me with him under it, and
we started drying each other off.

Naturally the kids all looked on with interest and Chayd said, "See, I told
you not for long."

He dropped the sheet from both of us and he walked proudly out of the
bathroom with more than half a hard, which he had managed to get up by
rubbing it against mine. I looked at the kids, smiled, shrugged and told
them to make sure all the towels were in the dirty linen basket. I noticed
a couple of kids wrapped in the one bath sheet drying each other. I walked
out to get some dry clothes.

Lesson one for Drake revised... Little kids should be supervised in the
shower, and not by people called Chayd.

A little later I wandered into the kitchen where Chayd was heating the
evening's pizza. I gave him a peck on the cheek and let him know that I
thought that was one of the best icebreakers I had ever witnessed. He
indicated in his pseudo-huffy voice that it was not intended for him to
actually break the ice on the hot tub. But then he immediately thrust his
hands down my trackies, felt my dick and gave me a kiss on the lips.

"Pizza in 5 minutes," he said.

After we had all gorged ourselves on Chayd's magic pizza, the boys, Bran,
Chayd and I retired to the rec room.

"Ok, kids," I started. "As you know my name is Drake, this is Bran and this
is Chayd. We are here to help you with anything you need. Bran and I are
your teachers, (Bran coloured a little at this) and you can ask us and
Chayd anything you want. I mean anything. This is your House as well as
ours, and we have to have some rules. I have some in mind, but I wonder if
you have some too."

A little voice called out. "No dunking in cold water."

Another called out, "Unless il fait chaud!"

OOPS! I had momentarily forgotten that I had a polyglot group in front of
me.

"Ok, ok... We are going to try for one language at a time. Alain says,
'Unless the weather is hot.'"

Alain, a little dark haired French lad blushed to the roots of his hair.

I saw his embarrassment and quickly stepped in with, "And who else can
speak French?" I saw a couple of hands go up.

"Oh great, then you guys can help us all with our French classes. Who can
speak German?"

Some more hands went up.

"Italian?" Again hands went up.

"Russian?" Two hands went up. One of them was Arkady's. Thus far he and one
other boy, his roommate Dimo, had responded to each language.

"Please Drake," it was Lee, "Can anyone speak Chinese?"

No-one put his hand up.

Lee looked a little downcast.

"Well," I said, "It looks like Lee will have to give us a Chinese lesson
once a week, doesn't it."

His eyes lit up. I saw Bran take a note. Chinese was going to be scheduled
in.

"Ok then, I want you guys to have an hour just playing in here and
discovering what we have, and then it's time for bed. And I want everyone
to think about the rules to make the House run smoothly. Bran, Chayd and I
have to have a talk."

"Please Drake, I couldn't find any pyjamas in my room."

"Ok then, no pyjamas. Who else couldn't find any?

Some hands went up.

"Who hasn't looked?"

The rest went up.

"Well guess what. There aren't any. We sleep without clothes here because
it's the most comfortable way to sleep. That way, if you cuddle up to your
bed mate, there is nothing to get in your way."

I enigmatically left it at that. I wandered off with Bran and Chayd, and
left the kids to play.


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