Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2018 01:07:14 +0100 (CET)
From: john.matthews@tutanota.com
Subject: Apennine Boys School Part 8

The School Part 8

We piled into Leochan's limo. It was at least as comfortable as The
School's, but the bar was somewhat better stocked. I was in the mood, and
asked Leochan to pass me a beer.

"What sort?" he enquired.

"Castle, if you have it," I said, thinking that I'd be lucky.

>From the fridge he pulled out a perfectly chilled Castle.

"What?" I said...

I met Leo's thoughts in mid-air. He had given Leochan my preferences. I
kissed Leo. Just a thank you peck. I looked at Leochan and goosed his
crotch. He smiled.

"Yup," he said, "Just as I thought, as horny as Leo, as beautiful as the
boys and actually has brains AND good taste in men. Perfect!"

I simpered.

"Oh, for chrissake," moaned Leo. "Stop with that sickening charm, already."

Leochan looked at Leo and said, "Look, you great lummox, Dragon-boy here
was a good fuck and I want an encore. At least let me try for that. AND my
charm is not sickening, it's real and I ooze it... sort of."

I coloured somewhat, and everyone just laughed.

Leochan pretended to sulk.

I felt a sort of pushing movement under my legs. I wasn't the only one who
felt it because each person found his legs being moved upwards. We suddenly
found our legs out horizontal with our bodies. Leochan (or his father) had
had some modifications made to the limo, and suddenly the five of us were
in a smallish but adequate bed. Or, at least we were on a smallish but
adequate mattress. A la James Bond, the back seat had been transformed into
a fuckery on wheels.

"Let's fuck," said the exuberant Leochan.

"Oh, how trite," I protested.

Trite or not he grabbed me and had his hand down my trackies before I could
say 'acquiesce'.

"Goodness me," I squeaked (again in a baritone sort of way), "I've got my
Christmas goose early."

For some reason this made everyone laugh, and we all really started into a
group-grope. It was fun. It was lusty, and we all laughed a hell of a
lot. When things were really heated up, somebody would do or say something
funny, and we would all laugh, cool down and get back into it. There was
lots of kissing, sucking feeling and just downright horse-play. I did
manage to finish my beer and jettison the empty can into some sort of
receptacle.

This fun time seemed almost to have just started when a voice from the
intercom indicated with great deference that we would be arriving at the
prof's in about five minutes.

"Oh shit," complained Leochan. "Just when I was warming up."

We struggled into our clothes and tried a semblance of decorum. Each of us
sported spectacular wood which, at least for me, Leochan kept charged by
pulling down the waistband of my trackies and sucking my cock every thirty
seconds or so.

Finally I swatted him on the back of the head and told him that enough was
enough already. I had to meet my prof.

The game was that I was to knock on the door and no-one else was to be
there. They would drop me off a couple of hundred yards from the prof's
place and I would walk up so he had no idea there was anyone else with
me. Leo, who was best at it, would meet my mind and time everyone else's
arrival by my thoughts. Somehow, we tuned in - I still didn't understand
the strange psychic connection we had as a School Family. Leo was in my
thoughts and I was in his. Effortlessly I told him I loved him and to tell
the boys the same. I didn't need to. They thought back to me that they
loved me too. We were in tune. Leochan didn't get a look in and he knew
it. He could sense a connection, but wasn't privy to it.

"Look guys," said Leochan for a moment serious. "I really am very, very
happy you have formed a family. I mean it. It's special. I love you guys."

He laughed. "But no mind fucks when you are each trying to get my beautiful
body, OK?"

We smiled and told him what our mental communication was. The strange thing
about it was that one of us would start a sentence in explanation and
another would finish. We were one person in four bodies. Each of us had his
identity, but each of us had a mystical union with the other.

He understood completely.

"OK, let's razz the prof," he laughed.

"The prof lives around the next corner," I said, "Decant me here, and I'll
see you chaps in a short while."

Leo went on about his 'chaps' thing. I stuck my tongue down his throat to
shut him up, and it did. The problem was I sprung a boner that both Leo and
Leochan made a grab for. One of the boys shoved his hands down my trackies
and tickled my arse.

"Enough, already!! I have to have some semblance of order when I meet the
prof. Leochan produced a comb out of nowhere and told me,

"Fix your makeup darling, you look a mess."

Through the guffaws, I combed my hair, and buzzed off out of the car before
something more untoward happened.

I felt a trot around to the prof's might be in order as it would get my
mind of my semi-hard. I did so and I felt a certain sense of normality come
to my cock. I felt Leo feel this and then he sent me such an erotic
thought, I boned up again.

I mentally told him to piss off and I felt three lots of laughter in my
mind, in my feelings. I joined in, then told them all to piss off, and they
did. The connection was still there, open, waiting, but now the game was
mine. My prick went down, I walked to the front door and knocked.

I waited a couple of moments and knocked again. I heard a grumpy voice
saying OK, OK and then the door opened. It was Professor Clement.

"Drake," he all but shouted, "Come in, come in."

"Hi prof," I said.

He pulled me inside and asked me what I wanted for refreshment. He told me
how great it was to see me. He asked me if anything interesting had been
happening in my life. All of this was within about, my guess was, 50
seconds.

I looked at him. He seemed to be somehow younger, but wasn't. He was still
my Professor Clement, but seemed like a real father, but wasn't. I had a
very funny feeling that I loved this man. All this took a split second.

"You are now retired," he said. "I think as a man of leisure, it might just
be appropriate for you to have a Castle."

This was no shock, as the prof always kept a carton of my favourite beer at
his home. He also knew I loved it chilled in the South African and
Australian way. I always enjoyed a local brewed pint of cellar temperature
beer. I am English, after all, however I was turned on to chilled beer by a
sojourn in South Africa and by drinking with Australians at university.

He brought the bottle and I swigged it. He also brought out a plate of
cheeses and water biscuits. I nibbled and swigged.

"OK, what's been happening in my favourite student's retirement?" he asked.

I mentioned I had received an invitation for an interview to a school in
Italy.

"Ahhh," he wisely said. He cocked an eyebrow.

"Don't do that!" I almost shouted. I'd never, ever seen him do that gesture
before. I thought I knew him, but that came as a real shock.

"What did you do about the invitation?" he enquired.

"What did you expect, prof? I parried. "They did mention your name. What do
you think I should do?"


"That invite must have come about 10 days ago," he replied. You have taken
all this time to contact me? They might have given up?"

"So?"

Sean had obviously kept his word. The prof was genuinely worried.

"I think you should at least investigate," was his answer. "I'll phone them
and find out if they have given up on you or not."

"OK," I replied nonchalantly.

He got up to go to the phone, and just at that moment the doorbell rang.

"Shit, who's that?"

I had never heard the prof swear before. Maybe a 'bloody', but never a
'shit' and I had certainly never heard a 'fuck'.

I did now.

"Fuck me!" I heard from my Professor Clement's lips as he answered the
door. "What a time for you lot to call."

Leo, Bran and G came tumbling into the room with Leochan in tow. They made
themselves comfortable and looked at me quizzically, as if I were a new
person whom they had not met.

Prof Clement was completely taken in.

He stuttered, pulled himself together and started introductions.

"Ummm, gentlemen, I'd like to introduce my colleague," he started formally
in the best British way, "Umm, Dr Drake Fillan. Drake this is Mr Leo Chan,
this Mr Leo Bijoux - he's French Canadian - and this is Mr Bran..."

I started to laugh. I had no idea that Leo's surname was Bijoux - jewels.

The Prof looked at me, startled at my rudeness.

I said, "Well Leo certainly does have some decent jewels, I do declare."
This last was said in a fake Southern belle accent.

The prof's brow furrowed and he looked at me narrowly.

"Have you met before?" he asked.

"You might say that," I replied. "I did have a night with him in an hotel
in London."

"Oh, I see." And then he did.

"You bastard!" Prof Clement looked at me frowning and smiling at the same
time. "This is not a coincidence, is it?"

He had never spoken to me like that before. I cringed.

Bran leapt up and said, "Professor Clement, I'd like to introduce you to my
new mentor, Dr Drake Fillan."

The prof sat down heavily on one of the overstuffed and very comfortable
armchairs.

"Be still my beating heart," he exclaimed rather dramatically, patting his
chest nowhere near his heart.

"You've been there and accepted," he whispered. He repeated himself.

"You bastard!" With a light in his eye, a smile as big as the English
Channel and with surprising agility, he flew from his chair and started
pounding me on the chest with his fists. "You bastard, you bastard..."

He is not a big man, our professor. In fact, gnome-like would describe him
perfectly. I grabbed his wrists and lent down and kissed him. He calmed
immediately and I let go of his wrists. He put his arms around my neck and
pulled me deeper into the kiss.

He was the first 'old man' I had kissed and I found it didn't matter. I
loved him. He had moulded me. He had helped me find my 'family', and he was
precious to me. I found myself slightly aroused.

"Thanks, prof," I said.

"Call me Clement, everyone else does."

"That's your surname. I couldn't," I protested.

"Like Morse, I have an appalling first-name, so call me Clement. That's bad
enough!"

"How's 'Prof'?" I asked.

"That's OK - just."

I made a mental note to try and find his first name. It had to be on a
database somewhere. His papers were always authored by Prof R M Clement.

"OK, 'Prof' it is."

"Way to go," shouted Bran. He hugged me and pulled G in as well.

"Hold it, gentlemen," said Prof. "Do I detect a certain closeness here?"

Leochan hurrumphed. "They're a School Family already," he grumped
good-naturedly.

"Who is?" queried the Prof.

"Can't you guess?" asked Leochan. "Bloody Mr Brains here, bloody Mr
Muscles-Between-His-Ears and the two gorgeous ones." He smiled benignly at
Bran and G. I'm just the houseboy, general factotum and manager of
transport. Also I'm charming and a damn good fuck."

"Ahhh, Leochan, the last you certainly are," said the Prof.

My jaw dropped.

"I was one of Leochan's teachers for quite a number of years. So of course
we screwed."

OK, so now I had to reassess my prof. He wasn't the sexless old piece I
thought he was, he was a sexy, lusty man. He really was good looking too. I
had never really thought about him that way before.

"Prof?" I tentatively asked, "Could I have a private word with you,
please."

Leo, always the clown, guffawed.

"I think he wants to bonk you, Clement," he said.

"I thought he would never ask," was the Prof's riposte.

He dragged me into his bedroom. He slammed the door grabbed me and really
kissed me. The technique of 50 years was in that kiss and I felt myself go
weak.

I took off my shirt while the Prof looked on. He put his hand on my chest
and rubbed me a little. I reached forward and took off his shirt. He was
smooth in the main with a few grey chest hairs. I touched his nipples and
he looked at me in a way I had never seen before. He reached forward and
pulled down my trackies and I was hard. I pulled his off, and I saw for the
first time his cock which was semi-hard. It was also cut. I never dreamed
that the Prof and I would ever be in this position. We lay on the bed and
we kissed again. His expert hands ran over me. I cuddled close to him and
felt a love flowing between the two of us which was from heart to heart.

"You and I shall be like this forever," he said to me.

I knew it was true. He was my mentor. He was my friend. He was in fact
closer to me than my parents had ever been. I liked my parents, but he was
special, different.

We cuddled and kissed. We were both very hard. Without penetration and
without hand work we were together. Suddenly we both ejaculated and the
mixture of our life juices together sealed our bond of friendship and love.

We lay together for a little while. The Prof spoke to me about the
school. He told me how he was an old boy of the school, but he had gone to
varsity as ninety percent of the graduates from The School did, but pursued
an academic career.

He had taught for a while at The School (I still didn't know how everyone
who said it managed to get the capital letters in their speech) but
returned to the university to teach because it was difficult to recruit
teachers for The School. They had to be very special. He sensed it in
me. He did not like the thrust of my arguments for my thesis when I
approached him to be my Doctoral supervisor, but, he was keen to mould my
mind. He found I was determined to research my theories properly and
ultimately was won over to them.

He had thought I was gay, as I evinced no interest in women. He thought I
might also be open to alternative sexualities because of some of the things
I had said in casual conversation. He had made a leap of intuitive
judgement and recommended that Sean interview me. He really had wanted to
check me out further, but my sudden and unexpected wealth and then
retirement, had put paid to that idea.

He was happy it had worked out. He also told me that Leo, G and Bran were
the loveliest, sweetest people. He also suggested I put my business affairs
in Leo's hands, because he had that North American toughness in business
that he thought I lacked. I told him I really had done that already, by
default.

We lay naked together. It was truly wonderful to be so close to my
mentor. He gave me some advice on how to help Bran through his undergrad
and then his post-grad. He said he knew we would be a tight School Family
and he loved us for it.

We got up and started dressing. The odour of sex hung about us.

He ended up by saying, "I hope that one day, and one day soon, I will be
able to visit your Family."

I hoped so as well, because he had given me my Family.

The prof and I emerged from our 'talk' to a small round of applause. I
coloured and the Prof bowed. No more was said.

The guys had organised food and we ate. Not long after this it was time for
our farewells.

I hugged the Prof with an au revoir, and we piled in the car and motored
off. The chauffeur must have had the patience of Job, I remarked. I hadn't
really noticed him, but he was waiting. I mentioned his patience to
Leochan.

For some reason or other, I was getting the impression that Leochan thought
of everything in terms of sex. I wasn't far wrong.

"Yeah, the chauffeur is cute. His name is James, and if you want a small
dalliance with him, it can be arranged."

"Oh for chrissakes," Leochan, I said, "I just thought he was patient, not a
good lay!"

"Ahhhh," said Leo mentally loving me, "Our Drake is still a Puritan at
heart. We shall corrupt him yet."

"Bah, humbug!" I retorted.

"It's June," said Leochan.

Bran entered with, "But Drake said that he got his Christmas goose early,
and that was thanks to you, Leochan."

We all cackled uproariously, and were continually bawdy, and surprise of
surprises not sexual, all the way back to the hotel.

We arrived at the hotel at a somewhat indecent hour by British standards,
or at least so I thought.

On arrival, the floor manager greeted us quite obsequiously. Leochan was
not pleased.

"Greet us properly man, greet us properly."

The poor chap retreated with profuse apologies.

"Would you gentlemen be wanting dinner?" he enquired.

"Yes, of course," snapped Leochan. "Tell the chef to ring me in 5 minutes."

Leochan made a show of looking at his watch. I noticed the manager doing
the same. I couldn't help it. I did likewise.

We took the lift to the penthouse. We were in the suite all of three
minutes when the phone rang. Leochan picked it up. I looked at my watch and
noted it was 5 minutes to the second since Leochan had barked his
peremptory order.

"I want dinner for five, and I want it the best you can do. And for
chrissake, I want you and that wine waiter (he was referring to the maitre
d') to wear something decent when you serve. I want neither of you stinking
of the kitchen or the hoi polloi in the restaurant. Got it. We will eat in
20 minutes."

Leochan smirked.

"They know I'm gay, so I am wondering what they will actually wear... if
anything. Also, I know you guys are universally loathed by the staff for no
other reason than you are my guests and your whim is an instantaneous
command. Ahhh fuck it, I love power."

I furrowed my brow. I wasn't sure about Leochan's megalomania. However, he
was very gentle to us and was most hospitable. Unfortunately, the staff
suffered because of it.

"Let's fuck," said Leochan to Leo. "We've enough time to get one in before
dinner."

Leo and Leochan dived off to the bedroom. In less than a minute bonking
sounds were heard and the three of us snickered.

"Let's have a drink," I suggested. Surprisingly G and Bran opted for fruit
juice, and I opted for the Widow. We were sitting around chatting, when the
bell of the lift chimed, indicating the arrival of our food.

The chef wheeled in the trolley, followed by a young caddy who carried a
serving dish with unknown contents. The chef was dressed in tight trousers
which showed off his considerable assets, and the caddy was dressed in very
smart silk trousers. He obviously didn't have underwear. His silk shirt
showed off his ample nipples beneath the cloth.

"Yessss," I heard G hiss.

I rather thought it might be Bran and me tonight by ourselves. Bran looked
at me and shrugged. I felt him say "Dessert".

"Hmmm, but for whom?" I mentally asked.

"For me," G said out loud. We laughed. His statement was almost meaningless
to those who weren't in our heads. The caddy knew and he cast his eyes
downward and demurely smiled.



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