Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2018 09:43:27 +0200 (CEST)
From: john.matthews@tutanota.com
Subject: The Apennine Boys School Part 14

The School Part Fourteen

Well before the hour was up, kids were starting to nod off. I decided it
really was time to call it a day. I told the kids to start getting ready
for bed. There were the usual moans and groans of little kids who, even
though virtually asleep on their feet, actually didn't want to hit the
hay. I never have figured this out. I guess they don't want to miss out on
anything.

The lads had already sorted out which room was theirs. I did a check, and
each of them was in bed. Each pair of boys had decided to sleep in the one
double bed. I saw this as a very positive start. Each boy was cuddled up
with his companion. Some had pulled a covering over themselves, others
hadn't. Every lad was asleep. It had indeed been a big day for them.

I felt very content about today, and decided to have a drink with Bran and
Chayd. We chose to have our drinks in the main lounge rather than in my
private lounge upstairs in case there was a problem with one of the
students. Chayd indicated to me that for the first few nights he would
sleep on the lounge in case there was an issue. It might take a few days
for the kids to get properly orientated.

We sipped our drinks and talked about admin matters for a short while and
suddenly I was very tired. Chayd had checked the medical records and none
of the lads was allergic to dairy products - which made our "house mother"
very happy.

"OK, gang, I have to go to bed. I'm buggered."

"I wish," muttered Chayd.

I chuckled. Chayd was an incorrigible sex maniac.

My mind reached out to Bran.

"I'm going to bed as well," he said. "I think we'll be up early tomorrow
and have our work cut out for us."

Bran and I went upstairs to our area. I put my arm around him as we
ascended, and I heard a high camp muttered "sluts" from Chayd.

We both laughed and simultaneously blew him a kiss.

"Sleep well, darlings," he called to us through a huge Chayd smile.

"You too, mum," replied Bran.

"Fantastic job today, Chayd," I added.

He waved and busied himself setting up for the night on one of the sofas.

At the top of the stairs Bran and I leaned in to kiss each other. We knew
we would be sharing a bed.

We climbed into bed and snuggled up. I sensed Bran had something to say.

"What is it, lover boy?" I asked, into his mouth.

"Drake, I know we are family. But I also know you are the boss."

I started to interrupt, but he quietened me.

"Let me finish."

I nodded.

"I wanted to say how grateful I am for including me as one of the teachers
today. I really didn't expect that. I really expected to be just Bran, or
at best a 'teacher's assistant'. Calling me a teacher made me feel
unbelievably... unbelievable! I was so proud and, if it were possible,
loved you more."

"OK teach," I replied, "You are going to have to work fucking hard to grow
into what you already are."

I caressed his body and I felt myself swelling. I felt him as well against
my own cock. I kissed him deeply and he responded.

"Right," I said, "Let's get some sleep and see what tomorrow brings."

We dozed off. Sometime during the night or early morning, I felt Bran's
prick entering me and I snuggled back into him. As he gently humped me, I
could feel our love washing around the room as a tangible thing. I reached
out to Leo and G. Though Bran was in me, I could feel the other two
participating with us. I was totally relaxed and happy. I drifted back to
my dreams. I sensed, rather than physically felt, Bran's ejaculation, and
was content.

I was pulled from my warm state by a shouting and yelling I had never in my
life experienced. I looked at the clock and it was just after 6:30. Bran
too had awoken with the same start as I had.

"OO-OW," he shouted. As we had both simultaneously sat up, we had somehow
twisted his cock, which had been nicely implanted in me.

"Sorry mate, but what the fuck is that noise?"

"That, O Learned Mentor, is the sound of ten 6 to 7 year olds waking up,
with Chayd in the middle of them."

"Omigod," was the only thing I could think of to say. "I think I have just
decided on a house rule."

"What, O Master," Bran was chuckling, "So soon... Could it be 'No excessive
noise before 7 am."

"Could be," I grumbled.

I peaked over the edge of the banister and saw the delightful sight of 10
naked or semi-naked boys rough-housing in a pile with Chayd underneath. His
shirt was open, and surprisingly, his bulge was at its normal default
size. I struck a dignified pose, put on an austere face - which made Bran
giggle, and slowly descended, stark naked.

Chayd spotted me.

"OOPTH! I think the Mathter hath arithen," he lisped.

His Quasimodo was indeed very good. He got up from the floor and little
bodies scattered everywhere, but quickly regrouped behind him. Little faces
were peaking out. I could see concern on some, blank on others and just
downright amusement on Arkady. Chayd had certainly made himself the kids'
protector. I was inwardly delighted.

"No excessive noise before 7..." I quickly made a mental revision,
"thirty." I stalked off back upstairs.

I heard Chayd stage whisper to the kids, "Hasn't he got a lovely bottom."

The kids giggled.

I had to hold in my laughter until I was out of sight. Bran was sitting in
our lounge trying not to guffaw too loudly.

"I'm sorry," he panted out between bouts of laughter, "But that last
comment just did it for me. Especially since you have dried spunk on your
arse."

For the first time in weeks I think I blushed.

"Christ, they didn't notice did they?"

Bran revved up the laughter a notch or two. "Go look in the mirror."

The semen had leaked out of me and ran down the side of my left cheek and
down my leg. It was quite a little runnel. I chuckled in spite of
myself. Naturally, Chayd had taken complete advantage of my condition to
endear himself even more to our charges. I liked his style. Naturally, his
turn would come.

Bran and I went through our morning routines and shortly afterwards
descended to breakfast.

Officially, schooling wouldn't start for another week or so. It was up to
me to create some activities for the kids to get them properly
oriented. The School was huge and perhaps a bit daunting for some of the
lads. I decided that we would have a serious walk around the grounds, show
the boys the boundaries, introduce them to some of the security staff who
patrolled the borders and have a picnic.

I thought it might be a good idea to get Ric involved as he knew the name
of everything that grew in the vast School gardens and woodlands. I asked
Bran to find Ric and told Chayd the day's plan.

Of course he had to make a fuss. Come to think of it, it was probably a
reasonable fuss to make. To let our factotum know he had to prepare a
picnic for a ravening horde of little kids and three adults about 30
minutes before departure was probably a bit thick. He grumbled on and told
me he would have it by the School lake at about 12:30. Regardless of what
they chose to wear, all the kids had to wear hats, sunscreen and
trainers. Arkady and Dimo and a couple of others opted for tight speedos
and no tops. The rest had shorts and tanktops.

About 15 minutes prior to leaving, Bran arrived with Ric in tow. Bran
whispered to me that Ric wanted to have a word.

I took him upstairs and we went into my office.

"What is it, Ric?"

His head hung, and I put my finger on his chin and lifted his head so he
could look at me.

"What is it buddy?"

His eyes were filled with tears. He wasn't crying, but he was certainly
moist.

"Thhhhanks," he stuttered.

I knew why he was thanking me. He had never been included in a class
before. I leaned forward, kissed him and groped his little arse. I had been
told he loved that. I could feel him begin to harden through his loose work
clothes. He obviously wasn't wearing underwear. I slipped my hands down the
elasticised waist and ran my finger down his crack. I kissed his eyes and
drank his tears. I bent over, freed his cock and kissed the end. I stood
up, kissed him again on the lips.

"There are three teachers going with the kids today. Bran, me and you."

I emphasised the point by poking him in the chest. I could almost feel him
swell up.

"Come on, let's go."

He pointed to his rampant dick and blushed.

"Oh, come on," I said. "Let everyone see we've had some fun. They might
want some too."

Ric giggled, assumed an air of importance and went downstairs with me.

I wasn't particularly sexed up by the encounter. Just a slightly plumped up
dick. Ric was seriously stiff. Of course Chayd noticed and whispered to me
archly, "Well, I guess Ric didn't get to play hide the sausage then." He
laughed and wandered of saying, "God, I amuse myself sometimes. I really
do..." I had to smile.

We mustered the troops and set off. Chayd had thoughtfully given each of us
a shoulder-holder with a litre of water.  It was a great idea, and I
thanked Sean in my mind yet again for giving me this treasure of a man. I
felt a warm "That's OK" came back on what I had started calling my psychic
antenna.

I was startled, because I thought that was just the province of G, Leo,
Bran and me. Obviously not, I thought. This needs further investigation.

Bran shot a thought back at me. "Remember you have sworn yourself to his
service. You and he need to make love sometime soon."

I thought about that for a moment. I tried to send Sean a thought
message. "Sean, may I see you this evening?"

"Come over to my apartment when the kids have settled. I'll be waiting."

"Yoiks," I thought. Perhaps a little old fashioned, but there it was, a
returned message.

The kids were getting a bit restless at my apparent inactivity, so we set
out on our walk. Ric walked very proudly next to me, and pointed out trees
and plants of interest to the kids. For each kind of tree he had a story. I
had never been a particularly nature-loving type of person. Trees and
gardens were there to be admired and that was that. He kept up with story
after story of Norse, Roman and Greek gods and what they used the tree or
plant for. Who turned what into whom or who into what and so forth. It was
the most fascinating nature walk I have ever been on.

When we got to the stables, he told the story of Herakles and the Augean
stables. He told the story of Thor's horse Sleipnir which gallops around on
eight legs. He told silly jokes which all the kids thought were hilarious
and somehow, kept them together as a cohesive group. He introduced them to
the farm animals by name. Well each of the cows had a name, anyway, and
when we got to the poultry, told them the story of the goose that laid the
golden egg. Bran and I lagged behind, and let this master story-teller get
on with the job. The kids hung on his every word. We reached the perimeter
of the fence.

The security guys were there and they were absolutely delightful to the
kids. They gave them a serious talk about not wandering too far, and never
leaving the School grounds, not even for a secret cigarette. They said
there were plenty of places to hide if they wanted to do that and showed
them. Arkady, who was not stupid, looked a bit disgruntled. He realised
that his secret hides (and those of generations of kids before) were not so
secret after all, and that I had been alerted to them as well. I saw him
shrug and I could just about read his mind which was thinking that he would
need another "secret" place. I made a mental note to chat to security about
that later.

We ended up at the lake. I noticed a wee cart like a golf-cart
nearby. Chayd was unpacking what looked like a lunch for thousands, and the
boys all cheered and ran over to him.

Ric beamed after them, and Bran and I ambled up to him from behind. I
kissed him on one cheek and Bran on the other.

"That was marvellous, Ric. That was bloody marvellous."

He hung his head and said through his smiling tears, "Thank you. I had
fun. I should go now."

"Not at all, you're going to eat now, and then, if you don't want to hang
about, you can go."

We were munching through our perfectly catered picnic when a swan floated
past on the lake. Without blinking, Ric launched into a very raunchy
version of Leda and the Swan. He had the kids in stitches, I nearly choked
on my cheese, and Chayd just goggled with his mouth open.

I thought it was probably a good time to gently amble back to the house and
give the boys some free time to do what they wanted. I wanted to have a
snooze, and so by the looks of him did Bran.

We packed up the golf cart and Chayd drove off muttering to himself about
diamonds in the mud, and Ric went off to his other tasks. We wandered back
to the house. The horde decided on the rec room for a while and I heard the
sounds of games being played. Bran and I went upstairs.

We climbed onto my bed and we snuggled up to each other. After kissing a
bit (as you do), we started talking.

"That business with Ric today had to be the most unexpected thing I have
ever seen or heard in all my years at the School."

"Well I wasn't expecting it," I replied. "He can't read and write, or so
I'm told." I looked meaningfully at Bran.

"Well that's what I thought," he replied defensively. "We all thought
that. I remember him copying out the tags on the plants. It was painful."

"He acts like he's handicapped - but after today's performance, I'm damned
sure he's not."

"I agree," said Bran. "I wonder where he came from. Suddenly he was just
there when I was a student. It wasn't the sort of thing you asked or even
thought about, particularly."

I suddenly realised with his accent he wasn't a native English speaker. For
some reason, this hadn't dawned on me before. I decided to ask Sean when I
saw him this evening. Somehow, the School had a buried treasure in this
young man.


Bran and I drifted off wrapped in each others' arms. It was a most
delightful rest, enhanced by our closeness to each other. We were rudely
awoken but a great lump falling on the bed. It was of course Leo.

"Get up you two... time to get cracking."

"Get cracking for what, Leo?" I muttered dozily.

"Oh, I dunno," he replied.

Bran and I realised simultaneously that Leo was nude. I knew now what crack
he was thinking of. I felt his muscles ripple against Bran and me and I was
horny. His hands were so magical on my arse - no make that hand. His other
hand was on Bran's arse. I could tell the signs of something popping up and
perhaps making us a little late for the evening meal.

Chayd wouldn't tolerate it... especially if he had been left out of the
fun. I tried to push Leo off and his cock brushed my hand. I was lost. Bran
was lost. Restraint had never been part of our relationship.

As we were getting down to it, it was the wind up stage where none of us
was sure who was going to do what to whom, I heard a high pitched little
voice.

"OOOOOOO," it said. "Excuse me, Chayd told me to interrupt whatever you
were doing and tell you dinner is in 5 minutes."

I looked up and there was Dimo. His lovely eyes were as round as saucers,
his little torso was heaving and he had a visible erection in his tight
little shorts.

I thanked him nicely and told him to tell Chayd that we would indeed be
down to dinner.

The little chap scampered off. Leo muttered, "God he's gorgeous". And then
kissed Bran then me. "Hey," he added, "None of the kids except Arkady has a
red thread yet."

"Oh, give it a go, Leo, they've only been here five minutes. And I am going
to kill Chayd."

"Well then, get cracking." Leo had returned to his former theme. I could
feel his hand starting to wander.

"Nope, nope, nope. I have no wish to incur the wrath of our resident
Quasimodo."

Bran and I leapt off the bed and Leo let out with a "Aw, shit."

"What are you up to tonight, Bran?" he asked.

"Nothing, we know where Drake is going to be."

They both smiled at me. My heart turned over yet again as I looked at my
beautiful lovers.

Dinner proceeded in an orderly fashion. The kids did evening type things,
looking at television, playing games, chatting and at about 7:30 Chayd
started to round them up for showers and bed.


This proceeded in an almost orderly fashion. I was delighted to see a
number of little erect dicks all happily being played with by friends. Two
were having a swordfight. I looked at little Dimo. I had decided that he
would be the first of this bunch to lose his cherry. I would talk to him
the next day.

The kids were settled and everything seemed OK. I showered and put on a
loose shirt and some slacks. In deference to G, I decided against
underwear. I wandered over to the main building tower where I knew Sean's
flat to be, though I had never seen the inside of it. I walked up the
stairs and knocked on the door.

I was greeted by a beaming Sean. He had my favourite Scotch with no ice
ready, thrust it in my hand, embraced and kissed me warmly.

"Welcome to my Tower of Decadence," he laughed.

He was dressed casually but beautifully. He seemed the epitome of true
masculine elegance. I was gobsmacked. If ever I had been filled with
instant lust before, it paled at that moment.

"What would you like?"

"To see you in a pair of very skimpy bathers," I blurted out before I could
stop myself. I couldn't believe I had said that.

"And so it shall be." He disappeared for a few moments and came back
wearing the skimpiest pair of Italianate bathers I had ever seen.

I exhaled. "Wow."

"I'm glad you like them. I love my guests to feel comfortable."

I was feeling anything but comfortable. It was all I could do not to just
reach out and grab him to me. He really was a hunk. I didn't realise it,
but I had polished off my drink.

"May I get you another drink?" He took my glass from my hand and walked
over to the drinks trolley. His arse was beautiful and I could see where
Bran and Arkady got their beautiful arse genes from. The cock bulge was not
huge, nor was it tiny. It was erotically just right, as Baby Bear would
have said.

Sean sat close to me and said that he wanted to go to bed with me. He
didn't say "make love"; he didn't say "fuck me". He said go to bed with
me. I knew in that instant that we might make love or we might fuck, or we
might just hold each other. It was not a test, it was just chemistry.

"I would like that greatly, Sean. Let's do it."

He took my hand and led me to his bedroom.

In that moment I knew we would make love. The tingle from his hand
electrified my body. Indeed I was horny - I always seemed to be horny these
days - but this was full on, serious erection stuff. We fell onto the bed
and started to kiss. It was passionate, warm, raunchy and sensual. My hands
wandered all over his body and I felt the taut muscles beneath his olive
skin.

"I love you very much. You are so good for me," he whispered.

For a moment I was taken aback. It then occurred to me that I loved him
too. He was strong and brave. This was not just physical. He had a strong
and brave heart. He was the principal of The School. He ran it with
dedication, organisation and love. He also had power and knew how to wield
it in a measured way. I sensed this. How much power he had I didn't know
until some time later.

I found myself naked. He was kissing me down my body and suddenly I let
go. At that point in time we were totally surrendered to each other. There
were no reservations with each other. He pierced me with his cock. I was
lubed, I know not how. His love making was deep. His cock was like Bran's,
but I only thought of that later. I pierced him. His surrender was total. I
melded with him in that magical way so that we became one. We had both come
in each other. This was our passionate joining.

After a couple of moments of kissing and cuddling, he entered me
again. This time his loving was slow and luxurious. His steel in velvet
prick touched me in a way that no-one else had. I went into a kind of
erotic dream. I saw the old count and felt a myriad of boys and men. I saw
yet another count - the old man's successor, and felt him and his loving. I
felt the history of The School as Sean slowly opened his heart to
me. Before our joining, I knew I was bound to him and would do anything for
him. Now I was in thrall to him with total willingness. He had opened me up
to more than just the mechanics of probably the best school on the planet,
he had opened me up to the heart of The School. We came together and I was
part of him and he of me.

I impulsively grabbed him round the neck and pulled him to me. We didn't
say anything but just hung onto each other and melded. Our bodies were
touching from toe to forehead. As one, we drifted off to sleep and dreamed
each other's dreams.

I felt Leo, Bran and G covering us with their love, and knew that our
family was a unit of a larger extended family. Sean was not just the
principal of The School, he was not just a powerful man in terms of the
businesses which The School had, but he was a loving Patriarch to us all. I
realised he ruled, but not so it was noticed. He ruled, alright, but he
ruled with love.





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