Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2018 04:12:43 +0200 (CEST)
From: john.matthews@tutanota.com
Subject: The Apennine Boys School Part 16

The School  Part Sixteen

As Dimo and I wandered down stairs hand in hand, a solemn group of little
boys looked upwards at us. Dimo's red thread was obvious and as he reached
the bottom, he was surrounded by the kids who cheered, kissed, clapped him
on the back and made altogether a great fuss of him. His cheeks were red
with both pleasure and embarrassment.

Arkady was with the group, kissed Dimo, whispered something to him, then
smiled at me. Arkady then did his fling thing at me and yelled,

"Cheers for Drake too."

All the kids, including Dimo, clustered round me, and I felt two small
hands caress my dick. I knew they were Arkady and Dimo.

"Look," yelled Roland, a little German lad, "Drake has wood."

"Right," I pointed my finger at him, "You're next."

He blushed and giggled. "Ja, bitte."

I looked around for Bran. I heard a high pitched, "Get your hands off me,"
followed by an equally high pitched giggle. Bran wandered out of the
kitchen area with a silly grin on his face.

"What did you do to Chayd?" I asked.

"Just goosed him, a little." Bran chuckled. "I did spend the night with
him, you know. I thought it best when one of the boys is making love for
the first time. That little goose just caught him unawares, and he doesn't
like being caught unawares."

"Really? That gives me food for thought."

"Oh-oh, what are you going to do to him?" asked Bran.

"I haven't decided yet, but I will." I just smiled evilly to myself.


The next days moved steadily on. The other students arrived at The
School. I wasn't very involved with this aspect at all. This was left to
the other teachers who had charge of the various year levels. I couldn't
help but notice there were many beautiful looking kids there. Each and
every one of them was attractive in his own way.

On the second night, Leo called and asked me to wander over to his Second
Years' house. Strangely, I had never been there before. But then I had no
cause to have been there, either. Leo was always over at my First Years'
house. Leo introduced me to his Chayd equivalent, a very pleasant man in
his mid 30s. He didn't seem to have the ebullience of Chayd, but he
certainly had charm.

"Above the navel, please," Leo telepathed to me.

I quietly smiled.

"I want to show you something," said Leo. He quietly pushed open a bedroom
door.

Two young lads, slightly bigger than my own, were kissing and humping each
other with abandon. It was a beautiful sight. Without disturbing them, we
withdrew. He pushed open another door, and much the same sort of sight
greeted my eyes. Again we withdrew. The third door we opened, the two lads
were facing us. One of them opened up his arms inviting a hug. Leo leaped
over to the bed, bounced on it and gathered the two little chaps in his
arms. They hugged and snogged him and he them. It was truly a pleasure to
see. When they disengaged Leo introduced me to them. They jumped up and
nakedly gave me a hug and a kiss as well. Two slightly taller squirming and
naked boys certainly gave me more than a thrill. I started to bone up and
Leo just sat on the bed smiling.

The kids jumped from me, onto the bed, pulled the bedclothes over
themselves and, face to face, snuggled in for the night. We said our
goodnights and quietly left them to their enjoyment of each other.

The last room we peaked into had the two boys fast asleep in each others'
arms. Again, a sight of pure beauty. It was wonderful to see the ease with
which these kids were able to relate to each other, touch each other, love
each other.

I was really moved by this, and just held Leo's hand. I felt very close to
him, and so wanted my young charges to have the same relaxed way with each
other.

We wandered outside and kissed. I felt myself wrapped in his energy and I
perceived him wrapped in mine. Moments later, Bran appeared and joined us
in our hug. Simultaneously we sent to each other "I love you," and we knew
it was true. From somewhere G joined us in our psychic connection and again
the four of us were one.

"We need to do this at least a hundred times a day," I thought.

"Wish we could," was the ethereal reply from each of them.

"Maybe once a day then, about this time," G thought to us.

"Deal," we thought back. We just loved each other and our connection of
love was going to be renewed every day.

That night Roland shared my bed. He too was feted by the boys the following
morning. Each night a different lad graced my sheets until I had been with
each of them. Each had his own way. I let them take the lead with their
forms of sensuality - and each boy was very sensual. I found that once the
initial reserve of getting into bed with a virtual stranger was overcome,
each boy was a sexual firebrand. Their passions seethed but were expressed
differently. The combinations and permutations were unbelievable. Though my
lovers were different in their sexual expression each time we made love,
the little ones were amazing in their variety. However, classes did have to
start and sex for me had to be a little circumscribed.

Leo, Bran and I met with G every evening in our psychic joining. It was
always beautiful, strengthening to our relationship and plain loving.

The weeks started to fly by. The preparation for the cruise was well under
way and we had only ten days to go. I thought it would be a good idea for
me to actually see the yacht we were going to be traveling on for a month,
and organised with Sean for Leo, Bran and me to have a quick weekend down
to the mooring in Genova.

Leo indicated we could leave on Friday straight after classes, shoot down
to Milano, pick up G and have a nice weekend of it. We could be back at The
School late Sunday night. Sean thought we should take it a little easier
than that, and come back sometime Monday. He said the kids didn't need to
have classes on the Monday, and he would have another nature walk with the
lads and Ric. I think he wanted to see for himself what Ric was able to do.

We did indeed leave about 2:30 on Friday afternoon and were at the Hotel by
about 4:00. By now I had been in and out of Milan from The School or the
other way five or six times. It had not really occurred to me before, but I
remembered how it took Leo and me the best part of a day to get to The
School the first time. I questioned him about this as we were lying in bed
together.

"Ahhh, my Drake, you can be so thick sometimes. Firstly, we didn't know if
you would fit in, and so it was important you didn't know the way
there. Secondly, and probably more importantly, I really wanted to seduce
you. I loved you as soon as I met you in England."

"Why... you great steaming poof," I replied. I rolled on top of him and
just kissed him as deeply as I could. "I was so dead sexually, I couldn't
see you for my own moribund emotional state. G and you woke me up - Thank
you - I love you."

He quickly stuck a finger up my arse and as my head jerked back and my eyes
opened in surprise, he blew a raspberry on my tit. It tickled and I
giggled.

"Who are you calling a poof, squirt?" he growled.

Suddenly I was on my back and he had inserted his prong so far up my arse I
thought I was going to be blowing cum out my nose. He gave me a thorough
rogering which was energetic and lusty.

When he finally came I leaned back contentedly and muttered, "Not bad for a
bottom boy." We laughed through our kisses and dozed off.

Morning came all too quickly and we were soon on the road to Genova.

We pulled into the private mooring in Genova and I was very startled to see
The School's yacht. I rather thought The School had bought the
Britannia. She was a mighty ocean going yacht the like of which I could
hardly comprehend. She was huge, and I thought it would take a cast of
thousands to run it. It was now time to take the tour.

We were met at the bottom of the gangway by a big, almost musical comedy
looking man in a beat-up seaman's hat. I was delighted. He had a tee-shirt
of broad, horizontal blue and white stripes. He had loose white trousers
and a broad leather belt. He was immaculate. He looked the typical sea
captain. My guess was he was in his mid fifties. He had a smile as big as
Britain and a bulge as big as Europe. Behind him traipsed a teen similarly
attired, but minus the hat.

I suspected the captain to be British. He wasn't. He greeted us with a loud
"G'day," and he immediately pegged himself as Australian. The lad remained
quiet, but smiled a greeting.

"You must be Drake," the musical comedy captain said, thrusting out a
paw. My hand was engulfed in his. The shake was firm and warm, not the bone
crusher I was half expecting. "I'm Bill, captain of this scow. Sean told me
you were on your way. I know these three thugs, he said indicating my
companions.

They laughed and all together gave him a hug.

"This is Ron, a recently acquired flavour." He motioned to the lad. "He's
up for grabs." Ron smiled.

"C'mon aboard and take a load off. You must be pretty rooted after that
trip."

He led us up the gangplank, more of a staircase really, and we were on
deck. It was truly huge. We went through a doorway. I was at the rear of
the group with Ron following me. I stumbled slightly over a step I was
unaware of, and Ron's hands came round my waist.

"Steady sir," he muttered. His hands remained there longer than was
necessary, and as I turned my head to thank him, he smiled charmingly. The
others were chatting away together as we proceeded down a corridor.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Oh, I'm Bill's cabin boy," he replied. "All I want is to be at sea, and I
am indentured to Bill."

"How old are you?"

"I'm fifteen."

"Ron," Bill's voice rolled over us. "Take Drake to his cabin, make sure
he's comfortable, and we'll have something to eat in the ward room in say,
an hour. I'll settle the others. Drake is your responsibility, and make
sure he has everything he wants."

There were laughs from the others and a mind meld occurred which told me to
enjoy.

"Jesus," I replied in the same way, "You lot are a bunch of perves."

Ron opened a door along the way and ushered me inside. The cabin wasn't
huge, but large enough to hold a Kingsize bed, dressing table and
wardrobes. When we entered, Ron opened another door. This revealed a large
office space, desk, computer, chairs and a small kitchenette. It had the
inevitable bar fridge. Ron opened the fridge and asked, "Castle?".

I laughed.

"I can't say you aren't well prepared. I suppose Sean..."

"Sean and Bill did have a long talk," answered Ron, "And Bill does like to
know his guests' preferences. He thought you would like me, too." Ron
blushed.

What could I answer? He was cute, lithe, a beautiful smile and male. What
else was I to say?

"Yes indeed," I said rather lamely, "I do like you. But that doesn't mean
anything has to happen between us. You aren't something to be just given
away by Bill at his whim, you know."

"Oh, I know that. But when I saw your picture, I thought I would like
to... well, you know."

"Bonk, fuck, have sex, make love..."

"Well yeah," he replied, "All of that... but I don't think we can make
love."

"Now why would that be?" I had to ask.

"Well, I'm really in love with Bill, and you can only have one lover at a
time, can't you?"

"Nope," I said to him. "You can have any number of lovers at a time,
provided you're honest with them. You see the other three I came with, we
are all lovers... and we are totally and madly in love with each
other. It's great. We also have sex with other people we like and not
necessarily love. It's just good fun and sharing."

"OK. Do you want to have sex with me then?" He gave a most winning smile. I
was hooked, of course.

I smiled back.

I took a step towards him, reached over and pulled his tee-shirt over his
head. His trousers hung fetchingly on his hips. I ran my hands lightly over
his torso and enjoyed the feel of his smooth, youthful body. He was very
slim with a flat tummy. His navel was an innie and his nipples were flat
and brown. I bent down and kissed him. He entered right into the spirit of
the kiss and his little tongue battled mine. My hand reached into his
trousers and grasped his arse. He had no underwear on. He clenched his
muscles and his arse was very, very firm.

I pulled my hand out and headed for the bed with Ron in tow. His response
to my kiss had made me as hard as rock and my bone was obvious. He bent
over and kissed it through my trackies. This made it jump and he smiled. I
whipped of my shirt and pulled him down on the bed with me. We rolled on
the bed some, kissing and touching. I loved the feel of his skin on
mine. My hand went back to his arse which I had exposed. I still hadn't
felt his cock or balls.

"Cut or uncut?" I whispered to him.

"You'll have to find out, won't you," he whispered back.

He did a very fast and supple turn around and had my trackies around my
knees in a flash.

"Ahhh," he sighed, "You're cut. I love cut cock."

His exposed arse was facing me. His dick was still covered, and I still
hadn't seen or felt his hole. I reached forward to part his cheeks. He
resisted slightly and then his arse was displayed for me. I leaned forward
and used my tongue on his little star. He wriggled, oohed and licked around
the top of my prong. He was good; very good. I pulled his pants up and
covered his arse.

"Pull my pants off," I asked him.

They were off in a flash and I closed my eyes. I didn't want to spoil my
own surprise by seeing his teenage bulge before I was ready.

"Come here."

I felt, and his trousers were still on. I pulled him on top of me and
starting kissing some more. He was right into it. My hands snaked down to
his arse again and slowly I began to work his pants off. When they were
part way down, I pulled them off with my feet. My eyes were still closed,
and I still hadn't felt his prong. He was now naked next to me and I
started slowly to move my hand from his arse to his prick. I moved up his
inner thigh and my finger came into contact with his sack. It was tight and
wrinkled. I felt it a little and could feel young teen marbles in it.

I kept my eyes tightly shut and finally felt the underneath of his stiff
member. I ran my finger up the velvety smoothness and was pleasantly
surprised at its length. About four inches, I guessed. Either his foreskin
had completely retracted or he was circumcised. I couldn't tell with my
eyes shut. I gently wrapped my fist around it and was shocked at its
thinness. My eyes popped open and I looked. His dick was long, thin,
circumcised, hard and hairless. The scene was beautiful. He looked at me
with a sort of fearful anticipation.

"It's very little, isn't it? I'm not very mature yet. I don't have any
hair."

I leant over and kissed the head of his cock.

"It's beautiful," I said. "Will you fuck me?"

"Yes," he whispered.

We made out some more, wildly playing tongue hockey. I played with his hole
some and he did the same to me. He licked and kissed my dick and I was very
horny. I wanted him to feel good and opened my legs for him.

"What position do you want?" I asked.

"I want to be behind you, but on your side so I can play with you."

I rolled onto my side and I could hear a bed table drawer open. I knew he
was looking for lube. I smiled to myself, knowing full well I could easily
take him without lube but said nothing. I felt his finger rub around my
hole and enter. I felt the gel and then felt his lovely thin dick playing
on the outside. Suddenly he thrust. I felt him enter me.

"Ohhh, that's nice," I whispered half to myself.

He pushed in further and I felt his dick all the way in me. If he had hair,
I would have felt it on my cheeks. Then he was off. He became a little
fucking machine. I didn't stop him. He felt my own prick with his lubed
hand and rubbed it faster and faster. My arse was contracting around his
cocklet as I felt my own orgasm building. I tried to hold back but soon I
was so on the brink I could only moan out that I was about to come. It
hardly seemed possible, but he sped up. I spurted and my arse contracted
around his prong. I felt his body stiffen behind me as he had his orgasm. I
didn't feel any moisture, so I thought his orgasm must have been dry. He
pulled out of me, lifted his hand to his mouth and licked my cum from his
hand. He was exhausted.

I scooped him up in my arms and told him that he was terrific. He seemed to
purr a little after that, and drifted off.

He surfaced after about ten minutes and smiled quietly.

"Did you like that?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah, that was my first time."

"I thought so," I replied. "What about Bill? I thought he was your lover."

"Well, I do love him and we do have sex, but I am too small to screw him,
and he says he is too big to screw me. He does have a huge dick, you
know. I can hardly get it in my mouth."

"Wow," I said, "I hope Bill doesn't mind that I was your first time."

"Nah. Bill told me to try and get you into bed because you look after all
the little ones at The School. He also told me it would be good for you to
shag me, give me my first time as well."

"Ooooookay. Maybe I'd better talk to Bill."

"Okay," he brightly replied.

"How would you like it if Bill was here for your first time?"

"That would be great... would you mind?"

"Nope, I wouldn't... I'll have that talk."

A little while later Ron led me to the dining room. I met the others and we
all had an aura of contentment about us. Obviously, I hadn't been the only
one to enjoy the little settling in period. We met the First Mate, Sam, who
also proved to be an Australian. He ruffled Ron's hair and I could see he
was very fond of him. There were four other crew members who also appeared
to be partial to young Ron. I noted that they didn't seem to be on a sexual
wavelength with him, just very friendly. They appeared to treat him like a
favourite pet.

Bill was not so genteel.

"Well lad," he asked, "did you or didn't you?"

"I sorta did. Drake wants to talk to you," a blushing Ron replied.

That ended the topic and we sat down to a cold buffet lunch. It was
delicious.

We talked about the upcoming trip. Bill said we wouldn't go further east
than Turkey, but we would have great stop-overs in Greece, North Africa,
Egypt and France. He thought we might go as far west as Spain, but we
wouldn't leave the Mediterranean this time around. He thought a longer trip
could be organised in the Spring, but with a few extra classes on board as
well.

I was in no mood to argue, and his plans were so well organised I didn't
even want to argue.

The group started to break up. The crew went about their duties and Bran, G
and Leo went topside to take a bit of afternoon sun. Bill invited me into
his cabin for our "talk".

He got straight down to it.

"OK, then, what's with Ron?"

I looked at the big man and could see he was well built. His sailor
dungarees showed off his assets. He was indeed well-endowed.

"Ron wants me to screw him, but he's in love with you."

"Yeah, I know. Both things. But I'm just too big for him. Look!"

He flopped out his dick. It was big. It was long and it was fat. He was
cut.

"Wow," I gasped.

"Yeah. If I tried to take his cherry, I'd split his arse in two."

I reached out and felt it. It was heavy and started to engorge.

"Wow," I repeated stupidly.

It was now standing up and had virtually doubled in size. It was a very big
cock.

I pulled myself together.

"I certainly see what you mean. That could cause a mighty mischief. Anyway,
Ron wants me to take his cherry and for you to be there. Are you up for
it?"

I looked at his erect prong again.

"Oops, sorry." We both chuckled.

"Yeah, I'd like that very much," the big man replied. "I'd like to see him
have his first. That would be grouse."

I assumed that meant excellent. He undid his trousers to get his weapon
back in and I saw his balls. They were large hangers.

"Wow," I said yet again, senselessly.

He laughed and said that I could play with them tonight if I was so
inclined. I told him I would need to concentrate on Ron, but we could see
what came up. We laughed and went to join the others.



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