Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2018 08:05:22 +0100 (CET)
From: john.matthews@tutanota.com
Subject: Apennine Boys School Part 9

The School Part Nine

The following morning we all woke early.

G wandered out of the third bedroom looking quite pleased with himself. His
little caddy must have already left. Leochan and Leo looked appropriately
exhausted. Leochan affected a bow-legged walk, to emphasise that Leo had
done his duty and then some. Bran and I had made gentle love at various
stages of the night, and were feeling quite content with each other. G
kissed Bran and me 'good morning' and we all kissed Leo and Leochan.

"OK, Leochan, this is it." I launched into what I had to say. "We are going
back to Italy today - this morning if we can get a plane. I really need to
get back to The School and start organising things for the new intake. You
know, I have never taught there, spent a sum total of three full days and
four rather full nights there and that's it. I really do need to do some
prelim work."

"Yeah, I know," Leochan looked at me sadly. "Leo told me."

I wondered for half a second how Leo knew what I was going to say. Then I
thought that had to be a stupid thought. Of course he knew what I was
thinking when it affected all of us. I had finally figured out that this
was the trick. To read each other's minds it had to affect all of us or if
affecting one, that person had to be open to being communicated with
telepathically.

"Wondered when you would figure that out," signalled Leo.

I mentally hurrumphed.

Leochan was continuing. "Since I knew you were leaving, I got my dad to
pull out the old Lear. We'll take you to Linate. I have some business about
our Hotel in Milan anyway... And Leo still owes me two fucks. We might even
do Mile High Club...eh Leo?"

"Good grief," I exclaimed, threw my hands in the air and wandered off to
have some coffee which was being served by the little caddy from last
night. He looked quite fetching in his somewhat scruffled uniform, and I
had to restrain myself from giving him a quick feel. Strange, how things
can change in a week or so. Here I was having to restrain myself, where
last week, I would have looked, perhaps, and certainly never have thought
about doing anything. Leo walked over to me and gave me a hug. He whispered
that he loved me, broke from the hug and promptly pulled down my pants.

I must have had some sort of look on my face, possibly outraged surprise. I
was somewhat stunned while everyone laughed. The little caddy just laughed
along with the rest and grabbed my tool.

"Hmmmm," he said, and licked the head. "Hmmmm," he repeated.

"Good grief," I said, disengaging the kid's head from my dick, now slightly
hardened. I picked the kid up, gave him a kiss on the lips as a sort of
thank-you, put him down again, rubbed his crotch, pulled up my trackies and
snarled at Leochan.

"'Nuff of your tricks," you perve.

Leochan laughed, and the rest were smiling. The little moppet looked at me
somewhat sorrowfully, and at Leochan with a 'I really tried' sort of
look. Leochan smiled at the kid, shrugged, and told him he had done his
best and not to worry. He also told him that Englishmen were like icebergs,
and even the most beautiful boys couldn't melt them as could be seen from
that little episode.

I fell for it hook, line and sinker. I picked the little fellow up,
thoroughly goosed him, and with my finger running up and down his little
arse crack, carried him off to the bedroom. His squeaks, squeals, giggles
and wiggles were absolutely delightful.

As I pulled off his shirt I asked him his name.

"Khalid, sir."

"Well Khalid, your boss has obviously won this bet, and I hope you get a
bonus for it."

"Oh, I will, I will," he replied. "But I wanted to anyway. You look kinda
nice."

"Oh really, you sweet talker, you!"

He giggled fetchingly, and I pulled off his pants. It wasn't hard as they
were in a state of readiness for the operation. His little cut, hairless
bone stood up at attention and I played with it with my finger. I tickled
his little balls and he giggled again.

"That's nice," he chirruped.

"Good," I smiled. "I hope you like it, because I am going to do that a
lot. I like the feel of your balls."

He was on his back and his eyes kept wandering to my crotch.

"Can I play with you too, please?" he asked winsomely.

My trackies were off in no time.

"OOOOO, you're just like me. You don't have any skin."

I noticed then that his little nail was cut. Of course the little blond,
blue-eyed Khalid was a Muslim, probably from Bosnia. He confirmed this. He
also told me he had been a street kid in London and tried to beg money from
Leochan (Mr Chan) who picked him up (literally) threw him into the car,
found out his story and promptly arranged for him to go to school, live at
the hotel and work part-time.

He had been thrown out of home when his father found him "messing around"
with another kid from school. Leochan had organised papers with Khalid's
father and that was that. He was Leochan's ward now. Leochan made sure his
school grades were high, and sometimes asked him for sex. Leochan never
forced him, but he always had a good time with Leochan.

This was the first time that Leochan had ever asked him if had wanted to
try and seduce a guest. He said he was fifteen. I looked at his hairless
nail and balls, which I had continued to tickle...

"Yeah, I know... I'm really late developing. It really gives me the
shits. I don't have any hair anywhere." He giggled, liking the rhyme.

He told me his older brother had been screwing him since he was about five
or six, and when he was kicked out, his brother was absolutely paranoid
that Khalid was going to tell. However, he knew he couldn't do that, and he
still saw his brother on occasions. He also told me his brother had a very
big cock, and used to hurt him a lot until he got used to it. But he
preferred Leochan's and G's and my cocks because they were a sensible
size. He also liked not being forced.

I must admit, I was amused by the 'sensible size' comment. I guess he
thought that he had talked enough and he started sucking my very hard
dick. He did magical things with his tongue and it was all I could do to
stop myself cumming.

He crawled up to me and started kissing me. Again, as if he knew me, he
kissed me everywhere but on my lips. I was fondling him with gay abandon,
as it were, and I felt his little crack. I ran my finger up and down and
scratched a very light nail over his hole. His body bucked, and I felt his
pleasure. We began the ritual that would ultimately lead to our joining. I
pulled his mouth down on mine and he nibbled my top lip. I pushed out the
tip of my tongue and found his playing with mine. We licked each other's
lips and our rather fast dance of love slowed down to a more sensual
pace. He writhed on top of me and I felt him stiffen even more. His arse
was open to me, as he had spread his willowy legs either side of my body. I
reached down and caressed his cock, and I felt his whole body stiffen. We
were both in a state of very high horniness. I was definitely going to
enter this little chap, and both of us were getting ready for it.

"Just let me know when you are ready," I whispered to him.

"I'm ready... just take me... no lube, no spit... your juices and
mine... that's what I want... can you do it... I don't want you to be
hurt." Christ, he was thinking about me.

"Do you want to be on top, or do you want me take you on your side or from
behind."

"I want you on top of me... face to face... and I want you to put all your
weight on me... I like it like that... And then fuck me... hard."

My cock found the target and I hesitated and looked at him. He was lying
underneath me, but I was raised up on my arms. I backed off for a moment
and went down on his precious little cocklet. He hissed a pleasurable
'Yessss', and commanded me to fuck him and use him.

My cock re-centred. Again I looked at him and he nodded.

"Do it, please, do it now."

As I shoved in hard, his arse rose to meet my thrust and I was buried
inside him in a twinkling.

"Now lay on me and fuck me,"

He pulled me down on top of him, and I thought I would crush his small
frame. However, as I pulled out and pushed in his tight boy pleasure tube,
he paced his breathing to my rhythm. As soon as his breathing was in synch,
he started flexing his arse muscles in a way that almost made me scream
with pleasure. In fact, in retrospect, I should have screamed. And then he
began to move his body beneath me. In a flash I felt I had a sensual
snake-tiger beneath me. He writhed and squirmed with the flexibility of a
serpent and the energy of a tiger. I was fucking him, but in fact he fucked
me. He instinctively knew when I was at my hottest and about to blow and
would clamp his arse down on my dick. He would then move away from me
sexually, wait a moment and return to the task with renewed vigour. It was
an act of alarming sensuality and perception, and I knew this wasn't going
to be our only time.

His energy did not flag, and his cock remained hard under me all the
time. Somehow our juices made the perfect lube. He pulled me down to his
lips again, and his tongue went in my mouth. I had learned this was my
trigger point, and I blew. I thought I was going to blow my brains out
through my dick. I didn't even bother to count - not that I ever did, but I
was exhausted at the end. I flopped down on him and he gave an audible
'ooof', and I had enough consciousness left to know to roll off him. He
kept me caught in him with his remarkable arse muscles and he rolled on top
of me. He seemed like a feather lying on my chest. He caressed my face and
gently nibbled on my tits. I was hardening again. I could hardly believe it
but I thought I would just go with the flow. He sat on me and within what
seemed seconds, I felt myself orgasming again. I pulled him off me. He did
not want to let me go. I pulled him towards my face and sucked on his
little prick. I knew I wanted more of this kid, and I would make sure I got
it. His whole body stiffened and I felt the taste of a few drops of jism on
my tongue.

He looked at me with a smile after his orgasm. I stuck out my tongue and he
gasped.

"That's the first time it has been wet," he cried.

He went down on my mouth and tried to lick his precious first seed off my
tongue. I let him have some, but swallowed the rest.

"I've got you inside me now, kid, and that means..."

"That means you've made me yours," he yelled.

"I guess so," I smiled.

We cuddled and felt each other's bodies. He crawled all over me and left no
place untouched.

"Next time you're here, my dick might be bigger and I might be able to go
into you as well."

"No risk about that, young sir, no risk." I had really enjoyed this morning
tea with young Khalid.

Furthermore, Leochan's delaying tactic had worked.

Khalid and I decided to shower. I couldn't help but continually kiss
him. When I stopped, he took the initiative. We washed each other
carefully. As I washed Khalid's beautiful boyish torso, I felt electricity
between us. I washed his arse, carefully shoving my finger up him to try
and clean out some of my cum. He pulled off as he didn't want to lose it
just yet. I let him have his whim. I washed his little cock very carefully
and made sure it was erect so I could properly clean it with my tongue. It
was truly such fun licking around the little head and tickling his balls. I
was wondering if I would be able to coax some more cum out of it. I tried,
but when he reached his climax, his little cock just twitched. I guess it
was going to take some little time to recharge. I was a bit disappointed,
but then I thought Leochan should have something of his ward's new found
ability.

This had been the first time I had tasted 'first timer' cum. I had an
instant addiction. It was very sweet, watery and a miracle. I was truly
rapt.

We wandered out into the lounge room. I had pulled on some trackies, but
insisted Khalid stay naked. I wanted him to show everyone his charms and
boast of his new accomplishment. No-one was there, and a quick glance at
the bedrooms showed me that they were well occupied. There was a food
trolley with a smorgasbord of delights on it, and I poured Khalid and me
some champagne to toast his new ability.

I said, "Here's to growing up."

We clinked glasses and drank.

He replied with, "Here's to the best fuck I've had in ages."

We clicked glasses and were drinking to that, when we heard an "Oy... what
do you mean the best fuck you've had in ages?"

Leochan had arisen.

Khalid was fearless in front of his boss/guardian... not in the least bit
submissive or fawning.

"I meant it Leochan. Drake and I met somehow, and he took my first cum."
Khalid smiled at me and then at Leochan.

Leochan beamed. "At last my little boy is growing up. This calls for a
celebration."

He poured more champagne for the three of us. We drank another toast to
Khalid. He sat on my lap and we cuddled a bit and I fondled his
equipment. He was boned in a flash, and so was I. He started to pull down
my trackies and I had to stop him.

"Oh no you don't!" I smiled at him. "I really have to be getting off to
Milan." And to Leochan I said, "Well done old chap. That was the best, and
most delightful - may I say - delaying tactic I have ever encountered. I
hope you can delay me at another time."

Another voice piped up. A completely naked (and very sexy-looking) Bran
came wandering out of the bedroom.

"Look Leochan, the one thing I do know about Drake is he is a really
assiduous teacher. It's still two weeks before the new entrants, but I can
understand that he does need to do some things to prepare. So we really had
better be on our way."

"Orright, orright... Can you guys be ready to go in two hours? The plane is
ready, and all I have to do is get the pilot to file a flight plan. I can
ring him now. I had better bring Khalid too, he has never been to
Milan. Get your things and I.D. for an overnight stay, kid."

Khalid looked at Leochan with something akin to hero worship. He gave me
the same look and snuggled down on me again.

"You had better run," I whispered to him, "Or the plane may leave without
you."

Quick as a flash he was dressed and gone. I guess he did feel like a trip
to Milan. I smiled at Leochan.

Bran sat next to me and sipped a juice. He cuddled up and I felt myself
loving him. I felt him loving me. The feeling magnified as G and Leo, both
somewhat sleep (or fuck) tousled snuggled up too. I thought that this was
becoming the Sexual Olympics.

I leapt up. "C'mon guys, we're on our way to Italy. It took Leo and G a
short time to have a shower. I suggested they shower separately. They
scowled, but saw the sense of it and did so.

When they emerged, they saw a little Khalid with a small overnight bag also
waiting in the lounge room.

G and Leo looked at each other and smirked. They looked at me and raised an
eyebrow each and smirked at me. I threw cushions at them.

Leo walked towards him, picked him up as if he were a soft toy, gave him a
kiss on the nose and asked, "What has the big bad man done to you, little
fellah. Has the nasty Leochan sold you into slavery to this big horrid man
here?"

Khalid giggled and wiggled out of Leo's arms.

"Oh no sir," Khalid gave a little formal bow, "I am shamelessly flinging
myself at him."

Leo boggled.

"He sir, was the best fuck I have ever had."

We all dissolved in laughter.

"Well he's had the three best teachers in the world," Leo grumped.

"Oh, hear hear," I said, "Hear hear.

A porter was called to collect our bags and load up the limo. I noted that
when he saw Khalid, his face changed. The expression was barely
perceptible, but not nice. As we were heading for the lift, I heard a very
soft thwack, sound, a sharp intake of breath, and the porter looking
innocent as I turned around. Khalid was in front of him and just rubbing
the back of his head. We caught each other's eye, and he smiled at me. It
seemed a little wistful.

Apparently I was not the only one who had heard. As we reached the ground
floor, Leochan asked another porter to load the car and asked our porter to
just step into the office. He also requested Khalid and me to come along as
well.

He looked at our porter and stated without preliminaries, "You're fired."

"Whaaa..."

"If you wish to make a fuss, please feel free to do so. However, before you
decide to do or say anything you may regret, I have a video I am going to
run for you."

He took us into another room where two security men were constantly
scanning a bank of monitors.

"Please replay the penthouse corridor over the last 5 minutes," he
requested one of the men.

He snapped to it, and there was a perfect replay of our departure including
the very firm smack over the back of the head the porter had given Khalid
behind our backs. The look of pain on Khalid's face was there, which had
quickly changed into a smile - obviously when I had turned around. He had
tried to cover for the porter.

The porter now was not looking well.

"This is the third time I have you on video assaulting this boy." Leochan
spoke very quietly. "This boy has never said a word to me and you know
damned well he could have. You will return your uniform, pick up your
entitlements in terms of pay and leave quietly. Should you wish to make any
sort of fuss whatsoever, and I mean whatsoever... even just a word at the
pub, then these videos will be sent to the police and assault charges will
be laid on this incident, and rape of a minor charges on the other two."
Leochan was still very quietly spoken, but I could feel a rage that filled
the room. I was glad I was not its object. "Now leave. It would be better
if you were not seen in the London area. You will never work in an hotel
again. Do you understand me." Leochan was still quiet, but the menace in
his voice made the porter cringe.

Khalid drew close to me. I put my arm around his shoulder.

"Take a lesson from this little fellah," added Leochan. "He had enough
loyalty to his workmates not to report your vile and vicious conduct. Now
fuck off out of my sight."

I knew at that moment, Leochan could have done a mighty mischief to the
porter if the man had so much as uttered a single word. He disappeared
forthwith.

We returned to Leochan's office from the security room.

"OK, Khalid, I need to know," said Leochan. "How often has he assaulted
you?"

"He doesn't like me Leochan because his brother was killed in Bosnia."

"I didn't ask that, Khalid." Leochan was gentle.

Khalid began to tear up. "Nearly every day we were rostered on
together. I'm sorry Leochan," the boy was crying now, "I didn't mean to be
bad or get him sacked."

"Wait a minute, son," Leochan remained gentle. "You have not been bad and
you have not got him sacked. He did it himself. You are not responsible for
any war. You are not responsible for being raped. I am going to leave you
with Drake for a few minutes while I check and make sure that arsehole is
gone."

He left, and flashed fifteen fingers at me. I would have fifteen minutes
with Khalid. I sat down and pulled him onto my lap. His body was stiff, but
after a moment or two he relaxed into me. I began to gentle him and whisper
nonsense words into his ear. In a couple of moments he was crying his heart
out with big wracking sobs. I just rocked him and let him cry. Fifteen
minutes passed and Leochan returned. I shook my head and he left. Another
fifteen passed, and the little fellah had started to cry himself out. I
just hugged him and cooed to him. He started settling, and I remained
holding him.

He looked at me and asked, "Am I still allowed to go to Italy with you?"

"Yes, but I think you have to come back tomorrow with Leochan."

"I know... but can I be with you today?"

"Yes... today is very special... and you shared your specialness with
me. In fact, we are going to have to do something about that."

"In Italy?" he was excited.

"Nope," I replied, "Here. Do you think you're OK to get up now?"

"Yes," he quietly giggled, "But we both have boners."

"Well, we'll just have to fix those on the plane, won't we?"

He giggled again. I felt a love settling around us. My family had given us
privacy and when they had sensed things were coming back to normal, sent to
Khalid and me a big triple whammy of love. I returned it to them with lots
of my love as well. My family was the best.

Khalid and I left the office and walked through the foyer. Word apparently
gets around in an exclusive hotel - maybe in all hotels, I don't know. The
doorman was very quick on the uptake at opening the door for us. The lads
were outside by the limo just talking. I gave them a quick smile and wave
and continued next door into an expensive looking jewellery shop. I was
approached by a salesman and requested a necklace... a very fine
necklace. Strangely, they had something like I wanted in stock. I was
genuinely surprised.

The salesperson appeared with another older man with a necklace box.

The older man spoke. "Sir this is an unusual request. However we do have
such a chain. It is very rare, and I am sorry to say, very expensive. Might
I ask sir's name and address in London?"

I jerked my thumb. "Next door," I snapped, and my name's Dr Drake
Fillan. "Why."

"Because, sir, we need to note that for registration on insurance. I am
certain sir wishes insurance."

"Yes I do." This was a moment I wanted Leo's business acumen to be with me.

After I had given my name and address. I noticed the original salesman
disappear. I presumed to get the appropriate documentation.

He returned but signaled frantically behind my back. He was clearly visible
in the mirror in front of me. I turned and looked at him blankly. He gave a
weak smile, I indicated the mirror and he blushed. All this while Khalid
was pouring over some rather curious gold pieces in a display case.

"Ah, we have been instructed that all purchases are to be put on your hotel
account."

"Who instructed that?"

"Mr Chan Jnr, sir."

"Did he then..." I smiled.

"Well I want to pay for them on my credit card; and before you have
seizure, if it bounces, which it won't, you still have Mr Chan's personal
instructions to put them on my hotel account. I will see the chain, and if
it is exactly what I want, you may wrap it now."

It was exactly what I wanted. The finest string of golden Celtic knot work
in a chain, with a gentle interleaving of silver. It flowed through my
hands like water, it was so fine.

"The gold and the silver are both 24 carat, so it is quite soft, but heavy
sir, for its size."

"Fine," I said I will take it. "Don't forget the charm as well."

I handed over my credit card and the transaction was completed. I was now a
bit lighter a couple of thousand quid from my bank account, but I didn't
give a fuck. I grabbed Khalid away from some filigree swords and told him
we're off to Italy. His earlier problems appeared momentarily forgotten as
the now six of us climbed aboard the limo.

Khalid was certainly excited. He had been in the limo before, but he had
never flown. He and I were next to the door and he had perched himself on
my lap. Bran looked at G and Leo, and told them this was exactly how Arkady
was with me. It seemed I had a knack with young ones.

"We'll see about that when I have ten of them," I thought
realistically. That would be in about two weeks' time. I would have a bit
of practice though, with Arkady.

We took off in the small jet from Heathrow. The trip was going to be about
two hours, maybe a little more. Khalid held my hand tightly throughout the
whole takeoff thing, and then cuddled up to me. When we were permitted to
take off our seatbelt, Khalid climbed straight on top of me.

I really do not like flying, but having a boy sitting on me, especially a
very sexy boy who pushed my hand down his trousers, certainly took the edge
off.

Leochan decided to be the koffie-moffie, as I called him. He wanted to
immediately know what that was. I told him it was an Afrikaans expression
meaning a male flight attendant. In fact, the koffie bit was obvious; the
moffie not so obvious - it was a pejorative term for a gay guy. I finally
'fessed up to him what it really meant, and he laughed uproariously.

On subsequent flights with him, I found he had had a badge made up with his
name on it, and 'koffie-moffie' written underneath. He also had one made up
for his actual steward, who was yet to be appointed.

We were seated very comfortably in a lounge room rather than an aircraft
cabin. Leo looked at Leochan and amidst some applause disappeared down the
back. Leochan called over his back.

"There's a reasonably spacious office area in there Drake, if you need a
private word or more with Khalid. Oh, and boys, the crew will NOT come
through the cabin unless there is an emergency. This whole cabin area is
totally private."

Khalid whispered to me, "Does this mean we're going to have a private talk,
Drake?"

"If you want to," I replied. "And other things too, if you want." I wiggled
my fingers on his dick where he had earlier placed my hand.

"I want," he urged. "Can we go now?"

He jumped off my lap and pulled me by the hand to the office space. G and
Bran laughed.

"Hey guys," I said, "I'm going to ask if you want to join us a bit later,
if that's OK with Khalid."

"Maybe back at the hotel, Drake," answered Bran. "I think he needs just you
now. We'll see what happens."

I smiled at my partners' understanding. I just loved them so much.

The office was very comfortable, with a large settee which folded out very
quickly into a double bed.

"Very choice," I thought.

I sat down and Khalid jumped onto my lap. I was hard in a heart-beat. I
slipped my hand up his shirt and rubbed his chest. My fingers slid over his
little nipples. I eased his shirt off. He jumped up so I could pull his
trousers down. I only pulled them a little way so that his cock and balls
were just below the waistband and the trousers were riding very low on his
hips.

He looked so sexy like that, I just about went cross-eyed.

"I have something for you," I told him.

"Yeah," he smiled and squeezed my cock.

"Nope. Something to celebrate a very special day."

He became very sombre.

"Now, no long faces at the moment. First of all we celebrate, and then we
will talk all about today."

I pulled the package out of my pocket.

"Open it, Khalid, it's yours."

He slowly opened the package and reverently pulled out the necklace. He ran
it from hand to hand and I saw him tearing up.

"Turn around sexy," I told him.

He turned around and I took the necklace from him and fastened it around
his neck.

"There are two colours in it," he half asked.

"Yes," I replied. "The gold represents you, because you are solid gold. The
silver represents your semen, which you gave me today. Today was your first
day ever, so it is very precious."

"What's the thing on the end?"

"Each of those is the symbol for 'man'. Two together like that is the
symbol for gay. Today, you became a truly gay man. I am so proud of you."

He hugged me. "Drake, would you please take off your shirt."

I took of my shirt and he pulled my trousers down so they hung low on my
hips like his. Both of us were slim. Both of us had half bones, forming
sexy bulges and when we looked at each other we looked at a mirror
image... only different sizes. He lunged at me and I lifted him up and we
hugged and kissed. With just our bodies rubbing on each other we were in
some sort of sensual heaven.

"I need you to make love to me today while we are flying to Milan, 'cause I
want today be my initiation into the Mile High Club as well."

"That we shall do, but I have to say it will be my initiation too."

We became one.



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