Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2018 02:30:48 +0200 (CEST)
From: john.matthews@tutanota.com
Subject: The Apennine Boys School Part 15

   The School  Part Fifteen

We made love several times that night. Each time it was lusty but gentle. I
thought the morning might come with me completely exhausted. It didn't. I
was energised and ready to go. I noticed this after an evening of
sex. Either lust or love, it didn't matter. I always felt great.

I bounded out of bed at around 5:30. I was alone. I wandered naked into the
living room and Sean was at his desk working. He looked up at me and
smiled.

"You look beautiful in the morning."

"Why thank you kind sir. You look pretty hot yourself."

He stood up and he was naked. He walked into his small kitchen and came out
with a steaming cup of coffee. He handed it to me, and with his warm hands
rubbed my cock.

"That's nice," I simply said.

He bent down and licked around the glans.

"That's nicer."

As by this time his mouth was full of my cock, he couldn't reply. I guess I
really didn't want him to. I was rampant, but still needed to piss. I told
him so and he pointed me in the direction of the bathroom.

"Do morning things," he said. "You'll find a toothbrush and toiletries in
there. Have a shower and then we'll have a talk."

I felt a bit disappointed about him pulling off me before I came, but his
mind entered mine and said, "There'll be plenty of time for that."

His warmth enveloped me.

I emerged from the bathroom fully dressed. Sean was too.

"Well, Drake, how are you finding it so far?"

"What's to say, Sean. This place is my home. My family is here. My children
are here. My liege is here. What's to say?"

"My sons love you - Leo - who incidentally was my lover before you came
along - loves you. The staff loves you. The kids have taken a real shine to
you. And teaching hasn't started yet. Not bad for - two, three weeks is
it?"

I laughed in a sort of self-deprecating way.

"Incidentally, I don't want you to feel odd about Leo having been my
lover. We had a fairly torrid and robust time of it and I certainly love
him, but in exactly the same way I love you and G. Of course Bran and
Arkady are my sons so I love them quite differently... Anyway what sort of
ideas have you come up with? I have a feeling you have things plotting and
planning in your head?"

"Weeeeeell," I replied, "I went on a nature walk with the kids yesterday
and took Ric along."

"Yeah, I heard about that. Ric was very happy to have been included. I was
talking to him yesterday afternoon," he replied to my puzzled look. "Thanks
for that. I think it must have been the first time he has ever been
included in any type of class activity here. He was over the moon."

"As may be," I answered. "However, I bet he didn't tell you how he took
over the whole walk and kept the kids enthralled with stories, facts and
just downright good humour for the 2 or 3 hours we were out."

"No he didn't," replied Sean. "Tell me more."

"He knew the names, scientific and common, of all the plants and trees on
the campus. He knew the scientific names of all the animals. And, and this
is the biggy, he knew a story for every plant, animal, tree, natural
phenomenon... It was one of the most magnificent performances in natural
history I have ever heard or seen. That man is treasure. I knew some of the
stories from mythology, but he seemed to know them all. If he is
handicapped, I'm a microcephalic idiot! He just flowed with it and the kids
hung on every word. So, incidentally, did Bran and I."

"That good, uh?"

"That good..." I emphatically stated. "If I were assessing him for a
teaching prac he would have had A's for every category and criterion - and
believe me I have done my fair share of teacher assessments and I know."

"Hmmm, that gives room for thought. I've had a suspicion about that lad for
a long time - I didn't ever think he was stupid. He just can't read and
write very well at all."

I thought about it for a moment. "I'll get Bran to tutor him. That can be
his prac assignment. I'll get the prof to OK it. Some of the tutoring
sessions will have to be videoed for external assessment - and I will make
sure they keep their clothes on for those sessions." I smiled at Sean.

"OK - how you run Bran is your business, but I like the idea. As an
incentive to Ric, what do you think if I promoted him to Teacher Assistant
if he can read and write by the end of The School year?"

"No, don't do that. It will be Bran's job to encourage Ric to learn for
learning's sake. When he can read and write, then promote him. I know
that's tough, but this is as much for Bran as for Ric. You know as well as
I do, Sean, that the best teachers encourage their students to love
learning, and if that's accomplished then the rest is easy. Bran has to
learn that, yet. I will assess him, and I will assess him hard. On the
other hand, Ric will see that if he applies himself, unexpected rewards can
come his way."

"OK then, let's do it your way."

"That doesn't mean Ric's skills shouldn't be utilised. We should let the
other teachers know as well. They may be able to incorporate him into their
teaching plans. I hear he's a fabulous artist too."

"Yes he is - real life. See that caricature of me over there..." It was a
wickedly funny sketch of Sean, "He did that."

It was excellent. It was charcoal and consisted of about 10 lines
altogether. It caught all the aspects of Sean, exaggerated the features a
bit, especially his bulge, and made a seriously funny composition. It was
drawn on newspaper and beautifully framed.

"He did that at a barbecue one night. He is painfully shy, but does come to
events in the grounds. I just happened to spot him doing something and
wandered over to have a look. He tried to hide it, but I really coaxed him
to show me. That was it. I asked him if I could have it and had it
framed. When I showed it to him framed, he cried."

"Wherever did you find him?" I asked. "Bran said he just appeared and
nobody took much notice".

"Quite true. I had to pop over to the UK a few years ago. This kid offered
himself to me for a feed. Well, he was skinny, so I got him some food and
he stuck to me. Like a leech. I thought he was a bit...well, simple. I
couldn't take advantage of him, though he is sweet and didn't stink too
much after his first shower. After his second, he was just fine. He stayed
with me in London for the week I had to be there and then he travelled with
me to Scotland for another meeting. By this time he was starting to fill
out a little. One cold evening in Scotland he crawled into my bed while I
was asleep and starting taking advantage of ME. Well, what's a man to do?"
Sean grinned evilly at me. I nodded in mock sympathy. Sean continued.

"I managed to winkle out of him that his father was Italian and his mother
English. He had lived in both places and spoke Italian perfectly and
likewise English. He had never been to school, and had been bringing money
home for his parents to drink since he was about 8. He did this by selling
himself. His parents died and he was too old for welfare to take over, he
knew nothing but prostitution and as he is not street attractive, didn't
make much money at it. In fact it got to the point where he was nearly
starving. I knew if I left him in the UK he was doomed, so I brought him
back with me. He was really compliant and it seemed that he was willing to
accept whatever fate decreed for him. When we arrived at The School, he
seemed to become very small. I kind of asked him rhetorically whatever were
we going to do with him. It was his suggestion he do the gardens. We have
never looked back. I gave him one of the staff flats and he was content. He
does his work, he eats with the security guys, he looks at satellite TV...

"Satellite TV?" I interrupted.

"Yep, and he does his work. One or two of the security guys and he get
together for mutual needs, and occasionally I visit him or he visits
me. And incidentally, the only thing he has ever asked for was satellite
TV. Why the interest in TV?"

"I think we may have just discovered where he has learned all his stuff."

"Of course, we are on world wide network. That has to be it."

"He is a really nice guy, and his arse is so sensitive," I added.

Sean laughed. "Aha, so you have been down that track have you?"

I replied in mock snooty. "I was properly informed by my mentee that Ric
loved a grope on the arse. And a delightful arse it is too. He doesn't mind
a kiss or a little fiddle with his dick, either."

"Quite so, quite so." Sean was beaming. "Anyway, moving on. What other
ideas have you got seething round in your scone?"

"I was thinking of a house pairing idea. You know, the Year 7 kids with my
Year 1 lads and Leo's Year 2 with Year 8 and so on up to Year 6 with Year
12, after which time the Year 6 kids will move on to Year 7 and start with
the new intake of the Year 1. A sort of mentor scheme. Each littley will
have an older kid to have as his buddy.

"I can see pitfalls in this," mused Sean. "Rather than pairing the kids
off, why not just have close relations with that house. Share meals once a
week, that kind of thing. I can see that pairing off could cause problems."

"Yeah, I take your point," I responded. "I like the idea of the houses
coming together in a special way and relationships developing out of their
own accord."

Sean said, "Yeah... I think I might put that to the whole College of
Teachers meeting. The first one is in a couple of days. You haven't met
everyone yet, have you?"

"Well, maybe not."

"Nah, you haven't. We have quite a few of the senior School teachers on
holidays around the world somewhere." Sean laughed. "They have to spend
their outrageous salaries sometime. Not much to buy here. Incidentally, how
is Chayd working out?"

"Sean," I replied, "Will you please stand up."

He did so, looking at me quizzically. I walked over to him, took him in my
arms and gave him the deepest kiss I could. He responded as deeply, and I
was boned.

We broke the kiss and I sat down. My tent was extremely obvious, as was
his.

"Hmm," he said, "I take it then that Chayd has worked out well."

"Yes," I responded. "In fact, if you ever take him away from me, I shall
simply kill you." I grinned. "That guy is amazing. He is always right. He
knows what attitude is correct at any given time. And he is so
playful... and that sense of humour is wicked. Oh, and he is a robust fuck
too."

"Er yeah..." mumbled Sean. "He is that."

We looked at each other and fell about laughing.

"Anything else?" enquired Sean.

"Yes there is."

"OK, that sounds serious. Spit it out man."

"I want to take the kids on a cruise." I exhaled.

"Why?"

"I think it would be great for their education to travel a bit. I think it
would be a great bonding experience. I think they need to see where each
other comes from. Lastly, it would be fantastic for them practising
languages."

"OK, when do you want to go and who do you want to take with you?"

I must have looked completely astonished at his simple acquiescence.

"Close your mouth, Drake, there's a bus coming," Sean quipped. "Of course
we have an ocean going yacht for exactly this type of thing. I think a
Mediterranean cruise and possibly further might be just the thing. You're
right thinking that it would be good for the kids. What's more, it gets
them off the premises for a while and they are happy to get back."

"Right," I said. "I want Bran, Chayd, probably a security guy, and possibly
Ric."

"OK, I'll give you two security guys, and you have the rest. I am not sure
about Ric. What will happen to his gardens?"

"I think early autumn should be the time. Not too hot, not too cold. Maybe
start late summer."

"Sounds good. I'll organise it. The yacht is fully equipped as a school and
altogether quite nice to be in. I think I might make that three
security. The crew is School, of course, and are thoroughly delightful to
be around. My guess is you'll get on very well with the... well, he's not
called the First Mate for nothing." Sean leered at me.

"Mucky bugger," I said without rancour. We smiled at each other and our
eyes locked. As one we got up and embraced.

"Sean, I can't believe how much I love you. Not hormone driven, but my
heart feels you and I love you."

He kissed me very softly and tenderly.

"Get Chayd to look after everything one night, and you, Leo and Bran should
come over and spend the evening soon."

"I would love it, I would love it. Anyway, hormones notwithstanding, I
really should get back to my brood."

"Vamoose," he said. "And thanks for being Arkady's first."

That pulled me up. Suddenly he wasn't the principal, he was a loving dad. I
looked at him again and kissed him. Without saying another word I left and
returned to my house.

When I arrived, I was greeted with shriek from Chayd. "Oh-ho, the wanderer
has returned. And where were you all night then? Not that it's any of my
business, but where were you?"

I laughed. I was crowded around by a bunch of 6 to 7 year olds.

"Hey Drake," said one. "We were real quiet this morning and you weren't
even here."

"That's OK... practice for when I am here." I laughed.

Arkady did his fling thing and whispered he wanted to talk to me. I agreed
and we found a quiet corner.

"Dimo needs to have his cherry taken."

This pulled me up with a start. I knew I had to sleep with another nine
little boys over the next couple of weeks. I had sort of forgotten about
it.

"When?" I whispered back.

"Tonight is good," whispered Arkady.

"Does he know what's going to happen?"

Arkady looked at me as if I had grown another head.

"Of course he does. Everyone does."

"Oh," I responded inadequately. "OK."

"Cool," enthused Arkady. "I'll tell him."

He leapt off me and raced over to Dimo. Dimo smiled shyly at me and the
boys wandered off.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Chayd called everyone to dinner
around 6 o'clock. Most of the boys weren't wearing much. Two were naked and
each had his hair beautifully combed. Dimo arrived a little after everyone
else. He was dressed in a pure white tunic with a crown of flowers on his
head. He sat down to eat. Everyone tucked in robustly to Chayd's delicious
roast, but Dimo ate very sparingly.

At the end of the meal, Dimo came around to where I was sitting and looked
at me with his beautiful brown eyes. I took his hand and stood up. The rest
of the kids were dead quiet. I led the little fellow upstairs. As we
stepped into my living area he stopped. I turned to look at him and saw
tears in his eyes.

"I have been prepared for this for a long time. And now it's happening."

"Yes little one," I replied, "Now it's happening."

He looked me straight in the eye, held out his hands palms up with a red
thread draped over them and said, "Drake, I offer you my virginity, will
you accept it."

I took the thread from his hands and replied, "Yes Dimo, I accept."

I lifted the crown from his head and kissed him on the forehead. I then
bent down and slowly lifted the pure white linen tunic he was wearing. He
was now naked. Unlike Arkady, he wasn't instantaneously erect. I gazed on
his beauty for a few moments and then led him to the bedroom. I bent down
and kissed him. He responded with his tongue forcing itself between my
lips. I opened up for him and we started to twirl our tongues around each
other. I started to lose my clothes.

I had been comparing his small body to that of Arkady. I knew I had to
stop. The moment of our first kiss took Arkady out of my mind and I began
to caress Dimo. He slithered over me like a small snake. I hadn't noticed
him become erect but he had. His small uncut nail was as hard as a rock,
but unlike Arkady the skin did not automatically peel back. As I became
erect he became less motile. I sensed a feeling of apprehension and I held
him in a warm cuddle.

I whispered to him. "Does your erection hurt?"

"No," he whispered back, "But sometimes the skin does."

I knew I would have to gentle his foreskin back so he could have present
and future pleasure. I began to manipulate his tool. The skin was soft and
the shaft was strong and firm.

"I'm going to start pulling the skin back, tell me if it hurts."

The foreskin was a little resistant, but surprisingly it came back a little
without too much effort. I could see the head of his glans and his pee slit
easily. I gently stretched the skin a morsel more and worked my little
finger under it. With all this work he never lost his erection and appeared
ready for anything. He would say things like "that's nice" and "do it some
more". At all times he left his legs open. Finally the skin did slide back
and he was writhing in pleasure on the bed. I thought it was time to take
this to a new level and went down on him. He had the slightest of tastes
and odours on his now bare glans and it was a delight to savour. I ran my
tongue around him and he squealed with the sensations.

"Please, Drake, do it."

He raised himself up for me to enter him. I couldn't just take him like
that. I pulled him up to me and gave him the word.

"You know that this might hurt very much," I had to tell him.

"Yes, but my daddy and my uncle told me it was worthwhile. And when I saw
how happy they were when they were making love, I didn't care. I loved to
crawl in with them and watch them. So please Drake, do it."

"Shortly, my little warrior, shortly. But you have to learn that there are
some things to do beforehand."

"Do it... I need to lose it..."

I went down on his offering and used my tongue. I lapped around and then
entered him. He was crying with pleasure and wriggling so much that I had
difficulty in keeping my tongue on target. I put a finger into him. It went
in easily, just with saliva. Another followed and another. His writhing
didn't stop. I kept my right hand fingers in him and reached for the
lube. All the time we were kissing and touching each other. He laid himself
out in a cruciform position on his back. I lifted his legs and began to
lube his hole.

"Let me lube you, please Drake."

He did. His little hand on my dick almost made me spurt. He used his thumb
spectacularly under my helmet. I blessed his father and his uncle who must
have shown him this. My fingers kept working his hole.

"This is it, little warrior."

I placed my dick at his hole and invaded him while simultaneously removing
my fingers. It was a smooth transition.

"OOOOOOOO..." he exhaled, "You've taken me."

"It's the start." I kissed him.

Just the head of my dick was in him, but during the kiss, he impaled
himself on me. It was bliss. My cock was totally in his little arse. I saw
tears in his eyes, but he made no whimper of a sound now. I held myself
rigid for him to learn to accommodate my size.

"Drake, please do it to me now."

I slowly withdrew. I thrust into him again gently. He met my thrust and in
a heartbeat we had a rhythm. It was slow but gradually picked up pace. I
couldn't believe the sensuality of my little Greek warrior. He wriggled,
moved, twisted, rubbed his hands over me and kissed me. All he wanted was
to be impaled. Each stroke seemed to bring him to greater heights of
pleasure and suddenly I found myself thrusting in and out of him at an
orgasmic speed. I came. He appeared to come. As I shot my hot spurts into
him his body trembled, his little cock jerked and I knew he had had an
orgasm at the same time as did I.

His tight little arse held onto my deflating cock. He rolled into me and
whispered that he did not want me to come out of him. This entreaty had me
hardening again as quickly as that and I heard a soft, "Ooooo".

He managed to sit on top of me still impaled. He then started his own up
and down strokes while I laid back and thought of England - NOT!

His little two inch mast was sticking out in front and I played with it. I
tickled his little sac and this inspired him to greater glories. I could
only moan with delight. I spasmed again. I had come bucket loads before,
and I was sure I had little left. But it sure felt like I had. The pleasure
was still there and he shook and twitched with his own orgasm. He fell off
me and landed on the bed belly up. I leaned over and kissed his tiny tits
and his belly button. I used my tongue as he recovered.

"Oh, that was beautiful. Efkaristo..." This was his only comment. He fell
asleep.

I pulled the covers over us, scooped him into my arms and drifted off with
him. I awoke some hours later to my dick being sucked. I felt his little
prong and I entered him again. This time was slow and gentle. He came, and
before I did we were asleep. I woke again with the noise of breakfast being
served outside and me still in him. I gave him a couple of strokes and
came.

"That's so nice and warm. I need to drink you sometime," he murmured.

"Time to get up, my little warrior, and have some breakfast."

"Can we do it again?"

"Yes, most times you want. But remember there are many people at The School
who will want to love you too. But I want to make love to you as often as
possible."

We arose.

"There's something I have to do before breakfast, though," I told him.

He looked at me quizzically. I picked up the red thread he had given me the
night before. His smile lit the room as I tied it around his neck. Hand in
hand we walked naked into the next room. Chayd was there quietly sitting
reading a magazine.

"My, my, don't you look handsome, my little man," beamed Chayd. He stood up
and kissed little Dimo. "Welcome to the start of becoming a man."

Dimo smiled and smiled. We ate our breakfast, did bathroom things and went
down to greet the new day, but not before a long and loving kiss.



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