Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2018 00:10:35 +0100 (CET)
From: john.matthews@tutanota.com
Subject: The Apennine Boys' School Chapter 2

The School - Part 2

As before in England, the driver (or is he a chauffeur?) was the essence of
courtesy and friendliness. The limo was something out of fiction. Certainly
more luxurious than the luxury I had encountered in England. He showed me
the intercom. He showed me the bar - well stocked with wine, red and
chilled white, champagne, fruit juice, and my favourite Castle Lager from
South Africa. He indicated a mini-pantry with snacks. There was also a
small selection of reading material mostly focussed on education and
sci-fi.

"Whoa! Hold it there," I thought. "This is my favourite reading. The School
(even I was starting to think of it with capital letters) seems to know an
awful lot about me." I then remembered Professor Clement. He knew me inside
out - well nearly - and he must have told them about my reading
preferences.

The limo seemed to be about two large car lengths. It probably wasn't, but
it seemed that way. Leo, the driver indicated that the drive would be quite
long and reasonably slow, as we were going into the mountains. I wasn't
expected at any specific time, but it wouldn't be until late evening that
we would arrive.

He showed me how to adjust the seat to make it into a bed if I wanted to
sleep. He told me we would be stopping at a small place in the mountains
for lunch and a siesta. He further insisted that he was there to do
anything to make my journey more comfortable. He smiled his dazzling
cheerful smile and we set off.

I thought he was rather hunky.

"God," I thought, "One night of fabulous sex, and I am beginning to think
of every guy as meat on the platter. Only I don't really think of Leo as
meat, more as a teddy bear to snuggle up with."

I don't know how he did it, but Leo suddenly had us out of the Milanese
traffic winding along what seemed to be lazy country roads. We passed
village after village and it suddenly dawned on me that I could see out
perfectly, while the windows from the outside were completely opaque. I
switched on the intercom and asked Leo.

"Some sort of special glass from Venice, I think. The car is custom built
for The School."

I was becoming more intrigued. I had heard the capital letters again in
Leo's voice.

"What time am I supposed to meet the principal?" I enquired.

"Oh, he will meet you when you arrive... whenever that is. I am not to
hurry, and I have strict instructions to make sure you are comfortable and
relaxed, and that you enjoy yourself. I understand he wishes to talk with
you in some depth tomorrow."

I closed off the intercom. I relaxed into the comfortable seat and thought
about last night. I had truly lost my virginity, I was very definitely in
lust with a hint of love and a very big dose of like intensely, and I had
never been so horny. My thoughts tossed about like waves and I felt myself
harden. Even Leo looked good to me. I really was developing into one hell
of a bent perve. And kinky at that! I couldn't even remember fantasizing in
the past about having fresh jism in my coffee. Christ that was cool, or
hot, or something. I opted for all three descriptions, especially the 'or
something'.

I started to doze. After some time, I felt the car slow and come to a
halt. We had pulled up out the front of a small farmhouse. It was tiny and
postcard picturesque. Leo spoke to me through the intercom and indicated
this was where we were to lunch. I was happy with the idea, and he leapt
out of the car and opened my door. At first, in England and in Italy, I
didn't really notice that he didn't have a uniform as such. He had very
nicely matching clothes, but that was it. They were obviously comfortable
and casual. They were very neat, and of a darkish blue, both slacks and
shirt. On closer observation, the difference in colour between the trousers
and shirt was slight, but perceptible.

"Oh well," I thought, "Perhaps uniforms aren't de rigeur, as it were, in
Italy."

One really nice thing about Leo was that he wasn't as deferential as was
Giovanni. He had a slight North American burr, and I guessed Canadian. It
turned out I was right. I also guessed that he wasn't so subservient
because I was not a VVIP and closer to his age. That was wrong, or so I
found out later. I didn't mind, however. I was just having a ball. I
wandered about the garden while Leo was organising lunch with whomever. I
noted a very small hot-tub under some shelter at the back, and thought it
might be nice to have a dip and soak. I felt the water. It was sufficiently
hot to the touch for me to think about slipping into it in a pair of
jocks. However I didn't have any on. I smiled to myself thinking of
Giovanni.

Leo chose that moment to announce lunch. It was delicious. A cold collage
of Italian meats, cheeses and fruit and hot bread. A hot marinara was also
served. Again this festa was served with perfectly chilled white
wine. Without asking, Leo ate with me.

"May I speak to the chef - I really want to compliment him or her."

Leo stood up, pulled out the sides of his trousers, did a mock curtsey and
in a falsetto and drawling accent said, "Whaaa, thenk yo kahnd sah."

Which I interpreted as meaning (when I could think through my laughter)
"Why thank you, kind sir".

Leo was certainly a clown.

I noticed he had a couple of glasses of wine with his lunch. He noticed me
noticing.

"We do have a couple of hours siesta now, you know. This is Italy."

"Hmmmmm," I replied. I felt rather stupid. I clumsily changed the subject.

"There's a nice hot-tub on the verandah."

He smiled and arched an eyebrow. (God, how DO they do that?)

"Yes. A half-hour soak is a perfect preliminary to a siesta."

I could have sworn he mumbled, "And other things." But I couldn't be sure.

We wandered out to the hot-tub and just stripped down. No-one was around
but Leo, and I thought "What the hell." I winced a little as I peeled off
my shirt. Giovanni's cum had glued a little of the material to my skin. I
smiled to myself as I lifted my shirt. Giovanni was so sweet.

"A little souvenir, eh?" laughed Leo in his easy-going manner.

I had the good grace to blush. I could feel it.

"Giovanni is one of the nicest kids you could meet," he added. "He is
intelligent, industrious and funny. And those eyes are to die for. My guess
is he asked you not to wear underwear today."

I looked up sharply. "What makes you think that?" I certainly felt red in
the face now.

"Working at the school I've gotten to know something about the kids and I
know Giovanni hates underwear."

"Oh," I said rather quietly.

"Yeah, and he is just totally in love with his boyfriend. Bran is equally
good-looking and intelligent."

"Lucky Bran, lucky Giovanni."

I got into the hot water and just relaxed with closed eyes as the hot water
swirled around me. I just loved the feeling of the hot water. I felt
another presence near me and opened my eyes. Leo had stripped off and had
slipped into the water.

He smiled at me and said, "I didn't ask because you seemed so relaxed - and
I knew you would say yes anyway."

 I just smiled at him. I felt Leo and I had some sort of silent
communication happening.

After about twenty minutes of just relaxing in silence, I decided to get
out of the tub. As I started to get out, Leo said,

"Just wait a couple more minutes while I get the siesta organised."

I nodded assent, too languorous to speak.

He came back with a huge, fluffy bath sheet and helped me out of the
water. He deftly wrapped it around me and I could feel the nap of the sheet
almost sucking the water from my body.

I couldn't believe how totally relaxed I was. He showed me the bed and took
the towel away. I was to lay down, he told me, and he would give me a
massage. I basically had no say in the matter. I was so relaxed he could
have crucified me if he had so wanted.

He spread some warm oil on my back and started to knead my muscles. They
weren't tight but they weren't flab either. I kept myself trim, swam daily
and made sure I had no excess fat. I quite liked my body.

While I was thus musing, Leo had kneaded my arse and had moved down my
legs. I had felt myself getting horny and thought he should stop. Before I
could say anything he told me to roll over. I suddenly was fully awake,
knowing I had boned up.

He sensed my hesitation and chuckled, if that's what Canadians do.

"If you're boned up, don't worry about it, I am too."

I rolled over and my dick stood up.

"Nice," he murmured.

He put his oiled hands on my face and gently started to massage it. The
languor overtook me again. It must have been the bodylotion he was
using. It wasn't sticky or oily, just smooth. He rubbed down my chest and
abdomen. He came to my trimmed pubes and then things took another
dimension. I felt his mouth go down on my cock and his tongue did amazing
things. His finger found my arse and entered, slowly and gently. My torpor
and the sensations I was receiving from a very skilled mouth and finger put
me into some sort of relaxed, ecstatic daze. I moved my arm and found his
hard cock. Just feeling and touching it tuned my senses to a higher
pitch. I shot my load, and shot and shot and shot. The total feeling was
almost transcendental. This was totally for my pleasure, and pleasure it
was.

I started to drift off and I sensed, rather than saw Leo lie down next to
me. I slept. For some reason I felt very safe. I didn't know why I should
feel safe, I had nothing to fear, but I felt safe nevertheless.

I awoke some time later. It must have been a couple of hours and I felt Leo
next to me. I rested my head on his chest and put my arm loosely around
him. I listened to the steady beat of his heart and after a few minutes I
felt his hand caressing my hair.

"Good nap?" he asked.

I raised my eyes up and looked at his cheeky grin.

"Oh yes, thank you."

I impulsively kissed his nipple, and got up.

I headed to the lavatory and had a great pee. I thought it was strange how
everything I had done (or had been done to me) over the last two days had
given me a new dimension of pleasure.

A clear sealed packet containing a toothbrush and toothpaste was on the
sink, along with a fresh bath-sheet. I had a shower and cleaned my teeth
and was ready to hit the road again. I said so to Leo. He walked past me to
get to the bathroom and fondled my equipment.

"By all means travel nude, but I think you might be a little more
comfortable with clothes."

I was just so taken with feeling totally good, I had literally forgotten to
put on clothes. "Does regular sex and feeling good do that to you?" I
thought.

Leo showered and dressed and we headed to the car.

"We should arrive at about 7:45 or 8:00 this evening. Dinner is at
8:30. Wear what you have on. Dinner isn't a formal occasion."

It was about 5:00 and the weather was still very warm. After driving for
about half an hour I had the sudden thought that it was beer o'clock. I
grabbed a Castle from the bar and relaxed. My body was relaxed but my mind
was spinning. These people were certainly going out of their way to make me
feel welcome.

I flipped on the intercom.

"Leo, what is going on here? I have been treated like royalty. I am a 27
year old academic from a provincial university. I have retired. In four
days I have been enticed from my little nest in England, frittered off to
Italy, lobbed into the most expensive hotel in Milan, in the most expensive
suite, I might add, been seduced by or I seduced, (I'm not sure which) the
most charming, beautiful young minx with whom I think I have fallen totally
head over heels in lust , AND had an exquisite body work-over by a lovely
hunk of a man in an apparently deserted house in the middle of the
Apennines and to say I'm a little curious is to perhaps understate the
matter."

Leo laughed out loud. In an instant I replayed my little speech and I too
began to laugh. Everything was just too improbable.

Leo, and I could still hear the grin in his voice, said, "The School is
very special. It turns out very special kids. I know that the principal and
the college of teachers want you, if not to teach, at least be a
consultant. And that, my friend, is as far as I should go. Just be
patient. I guess the principal will explain everything."

Strangely enough he told me nothing I didn't really already know, so with a
hurrumph, I flipped off the intercom and settled back to muse quietly. I
drifted into a doze again and woke with a start a couple of hours later. It
must have been about 7:30 as through dense foliage I could see the sun
setting. I needed to pee and stretch my legs a little. I told Leo. He
stopped the car and I got out as did he.

As we drenched the forest with our piss, Leo said, "We have just under an
hour to go. You won't miss out on dinner."

He grinned. That man had the cheekiest most charming grin I had ever
known. As I squeezed out the last drop and tucked myself back in, Leo just
leant towards me and kissed me hard on the mouth. I certainly
responded. There was something endearing about him kissing me in the
Apennine forest with his dick hanging out. It was also a trifle
incongruous.

"Well, that was nice, but what was it for?"

"Because you are a very nice, sensual man and not a pain in the butt at
all."

"Huh?"

"You didn't bug me when I told you to be patient. You let me get on with my
job. I liked that. Ta muchly."

He grinned when he used the English slang. It sounded odd but cute with his
Canadian accent.

"You're welcome, and have a nice day," I said with my fakest North American
accent.

We climbed back into the limo. I liked this guy very much. He was friendly,
did his job well and had a great sense of humour. If it were permitted, I
would contemplate a dalliance with him at The School.

We eventually arrived. The gates to The School were two huge apparently
wrought iron monstrosities set in what appeared to be a three and a half
metre stone fence. Two smiling hunky (now where did I get THAT from)
security officers waved us through. They were unarmed, but I could see they
were all business.

We had arrived at The School.



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