Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2018 23:11:50 +0100 (CET)
From: john.matthews@tutanota.com
Subject: The Appenine Boys School Part 3

The School Part Three

We pulled up in front of a building that could have been a mediaeval
castle. In fact it had been. The front was well lit. A smiling fortyish man
came bounding down the steps. He appeared to be full of energy, somewhat of
a nugget of a man with broad shoulders, a slight five o'clock shadow,
pearly teeth and a slim waist. His short sleeved shirt showed strong tanned
arms. As he got closer I could see the hint of laugh lines around his blue
eyes. His hair was black.

"Dr. Fillan? Sean O'Reilly." He had extended his hand and we shook. His
grip was firm but not overpowering. "Please call me Sean."

"Drake. I think you may be the first person to ever formally call me
Doctor." We smiled.

"Black Irish," I thought. "A man used to getting his way, but not using
coercion or force to get it." I sensed a powerful intellect and a sense of
purpose.

"I am sure the last couple of days have been extremely tedious for you,
Drake."

"Not at all," I said emphatically. "Not at all. It was perfect."

He smiled at me.

"Leave the bags, Leo," Sean said over his shoulder, "I've someone organised
to take them up to Drake's rooms." To me he said, "We're just about to
start dinner, so come straight through, you must be starving."

Sean led me into a nicely appointed dining room. It seemed to be both
lounge room and dining.

"This is the staff Common Room. We don't often eat here as a college of
teachers. We usually eat with our boys in the Houses. However, we do meet
here about 4:30 or 5 for pre-dinner drinks and a bit of a gossip."

When we entered there was quite a number of rather pleasant looking men of
all ages. Leo was also there. Sean introduced me to numerous teachers, with
a quick note about each one's specialty. Leo and I were obviously the
youngest and the oldest was about 55. Each man was trim, and appeared to
have a considerable amount of charm. I sensed none of it was faked. I was
introduced to the Years Three to Seven teachers, and then the Years Eight
to Twelve specialty High School teachers. There were about fourteen of
these and they included Leo, who also had the Year Twos. I was a bit
surprised when he was introduced as the Phys Ed and Martial Arts teacher. I
looked at him rather narrowly, and he raised an eyebrow. We burst out
laughing simultaneously.

Sean looked at us quizzically.

"Well Sean, for a teacher Leo makes a great chauffeur."

Sean laughed, as did others within earshot.

I could have added other things he was good at, but thought that those
might keep.

The meal was delicious and there were liberal helpings of wine. The wine
was of the best. The conversation was general and never moved to the reason
for me visiting The School.

As we were drinking desert wine for some and port for others, and smoking
rather good Cuban cigars, Sean stood up and announced,

"Gentlemen, we have Dr Fillan (or rather Drake) with us for a few days. As
you are all aware he is an expert educationist. I am asserting my droit du
seigneur as principal (loud and in some cases salacious laughter greeted
this announcement - Leo whistled, I went red) and keeping him to myself
tomorrow. I wish to entice him to stay with us, but should that be
impossible I think I can safely say that his expertise is open to us
all. Our good friend the professor has told us that Drake is a good and
open man, and shares his knowledge freely. So, after tomorrow, I
shamelessly say, Use him."

 More laughter and catcalls, and that whistle again from Leo.

Sean continued almost as an afterthought. "Oh, and Drake, Welcome to The
School. If there is anything, and I mean anything that any of us can do to
make your stay more pleasant, do not hesitate to ask."

Mutters of "Yeah, welcome" and "Anything" ran around the table. All eyes
were smiling and I felt a great sense of warmth and belonging.

Whoa there again... Did I feel I belonged? This is not good. I am only here
for a week at most.

Suddenly everything seemed to catch up with me. I had done lots of
resting... but I must have had a tension that the excellent wine had
released. I needed my bed. Sean, ever attentive to his guest, indicated it
was obviously time to get my beauty sleep and Leo would show me the way. He
thought everything I needed would be in my rooms, but if I needed anything
else, to ask Leo.

I bade goodnight to everyone and followed Leo into the bowels of the
castle. My room was everything I thought it would be and more. There was a
fine wet bar and other food and drink facilities. There was a small
espresso machine and real tea. I smoke very little, and go days without it,
but my favourite cigars were there, along with some Cubans. All I seemed to
be missing was a doe-eyed Italian boy.

Leo seemed to understand. I sat in the comfortable sofa. Leo walked over to
the wet bar and poured us both a very strong Scotch.

"Ice? Water?"

I shook my head. "Nah, straight please."

He handed it to me and I thanked him. He sat next to me. I looked at him.

"What?"

"You know Leo, in the very short time I have known you, I seem to have
grown very fond of you... as a friend." I was tired and not thinking
exactly what I was saying, but saying it anyway. "I don't think I really
had any friends, as such. Heaps of acquaintances. The closest person to a
friend I had was Prof Clement. But when I'm with you, I feel warm
inside... not romantically, but...safe. Yeah, that's the word. I felt it
this afternoon when I was lying on your chest. A sense of safe and, I guess
trust. I don't know what the rules are here, but can you sleep with me
tonight... not sex just cuddle up and sleep?"

He leant over to me and kissed me quickly on the lips.

"I would love to."

We stripped off and crawled into bed. The evening temperature was quite
cool in contrast to the heat of the day. We snuggled under a big thick
eiderdown and cuddled in close. Leo put his big arms around me and I felt a
sort of closeness and inner warmth, that inner sense of security I had
alluded to. It was sensual but not sexual. I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke sometime in the early morning. I was still in Leo's arms. We were
facing each other and I could feel the warmth of his breath. I felt encased
in a glow of secure serenity. I could also feel his rather serious boner
poking at my balls. I trailed the palm of my hand down his back and he
stirred a little. I felt, rather than saw, his grin and he drew me closer
to him in his sleep. I inhaled his fragrance and contentedly drifted back
into a light restful slumber.

I woke again around sunrise and needed to pee. I gently disengaged myself
from his arms and headed to the lavatory. As I peed, I became aware of a
presence behind me and Leo stepped up to the bowl. He smiled a "Good
morning" at me and I just leaned on his hard body. We finished pissing and
he said to me,

"What are we doing out of bed at this hour?"

"I thought that was reasonably obvious."

"Well nobody gets out of bed at this hour during the Summer Break. Enough
early mornings when the kids are back."

"Yeah, I guess. Let's get some more kip."

We returned to the bed and resumed our former positions. His arms were
around me again, and I buried my nose in his chest.

"There's one good thing about having an early morning piss," he said.

"Uh-huh, and what's that?"

"You can play with your cock when you get back into bed without that
horrible I gotta have a piss feeling."

"I dozily said, "Yeah, I guess that's true."

At that moment I was delightfully surprised by his arm that was cuddling me
pushing my arse further towards him. I felt his bone tickling my nuts
again.

"Hmmmm." I could feel the happiness in my voice. It all felt good.

I could feel him tickling the head of his nice dick against my balls. I
too, was developing serious wood and I rather thought that this might be
heading somewhere. I reached down and gently took his dick and started to
softly rub the head with my thumb.

"Hmmmmmm, choice."

"So much for no sex," I thought.

I pulled myself up his body so I could reach his mouth. I kissed him. It
was a bit scratchy with our morning whiskers, but who cared. The gentle
kiss became passionate rather quickly and suddenly I was on top of him,
wildly caressing everything I could reach. He responded in kind and we had
become a unit of passion.

"Go in me," he whispered.

"What?"

"Go in me - we're friends, let's be closer friends. Lube - nightstand..."
he grunted.

I groped around for the lube, found it and decided to rim him. (Thank you,
Giovanni.) I tongued him for a few minutes and he groaned and wriggled.

This big guy, as I was starting to think of him, had become a total sex
machine. He needed pleasure and he needed to give me pleasure. I lubed and
entered. It was like storming the Bastille. Prepared for a fight, I was
surprised the door was open. As soon as I entered him he let out a long
"Ahhhhhh". It may have been the missionary position, but his face showed
pure joy. I rather suspect mine did too. The door closed down on my cock,
and I started the age old rhythm of sex. As he rose to meet my downward
strokes his prick rubbed against our stomachs. We kissed and our passion
increased with every stroke. We came together. Our backs arched away from
each other causing deeper penetration as my spunk spurted in his
velvet-like arse. His cum shot everywhere and it was over. I collapsed on
him and we were both panting heavily. We kissed deeply and without breaking
the kiss I rolled off him. We hugged and kissed some more. The sex had been
fantastic, raunchy. The sex of friends, not of lovers. However, for some
moments we had been one.

We both drifted into a lassitude of post-coital bliss. I guess we dozed
off. I awoke a couple of hours later with Leo looking down on me with his
cheeky grin.

"Hi there, sleepy-head. Time to get up and feed the inner man." He did the
eyebrow thing. I must ask him sometime how to do that. "Sleep well?"

The early morning romp seemed to be a million years ago.

"Sure did." I seemed to be falling victim of North American argot. I needed
to check that out.

I headed for the shower and he followed. It was spacious enough for two -
hell, it was spacious enough for four. We showered together with minimum
fuss and did early morning things like shaving and teeth cleaning. I headed
to my bag which hadn't been unpacked. I rummaged around for clean
underwear, and suddenly realised I must have forgotten to pack them.

"Shit." I had none from yesterday as Giovanni had asked me to go commando
so he could think of me like that all day. Kinky! Then I realised that the
underwear from the previous day wasn't there either. Giovanni had meant to
have it laundered. Suddenly the light dawned. I KNEW I had packed my
underwear.

"That little bastard!"

I couldn't keep the laughter out of my voice. Giovanni had swiped all my
underwear so I would have to freeball the whole time I was at the school.

Leo must have realised what was up, because he was standing next to me. He
started to laugh.

"I told you that kid hates underwear. And I'll tell you another thing, for
him to pull a stunt like that, he must really like and trust you. VIPs
never, ever, ever have jokes pulled on them. Ever! Something magic must
have happened between you two."

Even without underwear, I felt a real tug at my heart when Leo said that. I
felt a real sense of privilege.

"The kid won't get into strife, will he? No-one needs to know."

"Nahh, he won't get into strife. In fact, Sean probably already knows."

"What?"

"Of course he will have already spoken to Giovanni about your stop-over,
and G will probably have told him everything."

"Everything?"

"Well, he doesn't have to report on EVERYTHING, but the boss will have
wanted to know G's impressions of you and so on. The boss takes the kids'
impressions very seriously."

"Errr, G?"

"We call Giovanni G as a nickname."

"Ahh."

"What should I wear today, do you think?"

"Just track pants and a Tee-shirt. It is very casual here, except when it's
formal - and then it's very, very formal."

I got into my clothes, sans underwear, and just as I was about to ask about
the formality thing, a knock came at the door. Leo opened the door stark
naked.

Sean was there, dressed even more sloppily than I was.

"Good morning, Drake, Leo," he said. "I see my Droit du Seigneur has been
pipped at the post by Mighty Lion. Well, I did come to ask you down to
breakfast. However Leo can bring you down if and when he gets some clothes
on."

"No, no, don't go," said Leo. "Come on in and we'll go together. I'll be
about two minutes."

I was quietly being embarrassed in the centre of the room. I was also
rather hoping for the floor to swallow me up. Sean noticed my discomfort.

"Hey don't be embarrassed. I might as well tell you now that every teacher
here is gay and we have a very liberal policy regarding sexuality. The only
rule about sex here is that 'No means no'. If somebody means 'maybe', we
ask them to say it!"

By this time I had my suspicions about the staff, but it was nice for it to
be out in the open. We went down to breakfast and there was a
smorgasbord. I had a good English breakfast. The others who came and went
mostly only had some coffee, croissants and some fruit. All were friendly.

Sean indicated it was time to do a tour of the facility and he would be
with me in a few minutes. He invited me to have a look at the garden and he
would come and get me and show me the Houses. I wondered what they were,
and wandered through the windows into a beautiful formal Italian garden. I
was idly poking around looking at the carefully labeled plants when Sean
caught up with me.

"Hey there! Let's go and have a gander at the Year 1 House."

We wandered off in the direction of what appeared to be a group of houses
by some playing fields and what I took to be a gymnasium. As we walked past
the big building, he suggested I stick my head in and have a quick look. I
did, and through the steamy humidity of the room saw a full sized Olympic
pool and a high board diving pool. It must have been heated, as the air was
quite thick. I thought I saw a couple of youngsters playing in the water.

"We also have a Dojo attached for the lads to learn martial arts. Leo is
fully trained Judo and Karate teacher. He spent three years in Japan just
studying and training for his final dan."

I half said to myself, "Now I really know why I feel safe with him."

"Yes, he is a good man to have around in a skirmish. He also loves his lads
and has an evil sense of humour. He is so warm."

"Aha," I thought, "There speaks love, or at least deep affection. I wonder
what he thinks of last night... me, Leo?"

"Leo and I have been lovers for a number of years. And no, I am not jealous
and I don't own him. We share here." This bastard can read minds, I
thought.

We reached the Year One House and went inside. I now understood why it was
called the Year One House. It was a very comfortable large building. It had
two floors. The ground floor was the living quarters for the kids. Sean
explained to me that each year The School only took in 10 to 12 new
students. They were aged between 6 and 7. They were then put into a House
together, and this would be their House until they matriculated. It was
literally their home for eleven years. They would stay here and learn to
get on together. In fact they became like brothers. The bedrooms were
spacious and each had two double beds. Each room had two student desks and
bookshelves. Each desk was furnished with a state of the art computer. I
counted six bedrooms. Each double bedroom had two walk in wardrobes and
storage. There was not much else except for the night stands on either side
of the bed.

The decor was simple, and the House smelled of fresh paint.

"This House has just been vacated by the matric students. It'll shortly
belong to the new Year Ones."

"Ahh," I said.

Sean kept up a steady stream of patter as we inspected the House. He
indicated that that lunch was eaten in the refectory in the main building,
but breakfast and dinner were eaten in the House. The Friday evening meal
was always special and also eaten in the House. This was a remnant of some
Jewish ancestor of The School's founder. Each House had a housekeeper who
looked after the day to day running and general cleaning. Each pair of boys
was responsible for their room. The dining room was enormous as was the
lounge room. The lounge contained a state of the art TV and plenty of
comfortable seating. There was also a huge games room with cupboards
aplenty and two screens at each end for electronic games. The showers were
large and were open plan. There were two swimming pool sized sunken
bath-tubs and a spa that could fit 20... or so I thought. It was a great
set-up. There was also a classroom with all mod-cons.

We went upstairs to what he called the Housemaster's suite. There was a
large comfortable but utilitarian office. There was a desk and office chair
for the master, as well as comfortable lounge chairs for anyone who might
be visiting. There was a sofa along one wall. The master's lounge was very
spacious with the same TV set-up as downstairs. The walls were lined with
bookshelves.  A small kitchen had an espresso machine and a wet bar. The
bedroom also contained a king-sized bed and walk-in robes. The bathroom
could comfortably hold four in the shower and the same number in the spa
bath. There were also two smaller bedrooms. Both contained double beds and
one contained the study facilities similar to the downstairs rooms.

I guessed they were for visitors.

The Housekeeper had a self-contained unit off the kitchen.

"Well, now that you have seen the living arrangements, let me start telling
you about The School."


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