Date: Sun, 26 Jun 2011 01:06:21 +0100 From: Alex Carbine Subject: Leyland Park School Chapter Fourteen Leyland Park School by Alex Carbine Chapter Fourteen. It was Paul's Birthday. He had kept it secret because he had seen what some of the boys had done to others on their birthday. He did not want his pubic regions covered in shoe polish. He did not want an 'apple pie bed'. He did not want shaving cream sprayed all over him. He did not want to be trussed up like a turkey, and then left naked somewhere. He did not want ... And so he had kept quiet about it. All through the day he watched for ambushes, or knowing glances, the odd word out of place, the snigger behind a hand. He saw none of it. By the end of the day he was more tired of being alert than if something had happened. After prep was over he took himself off to the Library and almost hid himself in a corner, behind a big book. Mr. Stanhope, the Librarian, looked over his glasses at Paul and a smile crossed his face. Normally a cloak of silence covered the room, but Vivian Stanhope threw convention to the winds and said clearly out loud to the only occupant in the room, "It's your Birthday isn't it?" Paul looked at him round the open book and nodded nervously. "Yes Sir!" he replied nervously. "No need to worry, I won't tell. And anyway, it's almost over." "Yes Sir," agreed Paul. "I have been here for many years and I can tell," said Viv with a smile, fishing around in the drawer of the desk in front of him. "Ah yes, here they are," he said and held up a bag of sweets. "Do you fancy one?" he asked and shook the bag. Paul came over to Viv and looked into the outstretched bag of boiled sweets. Picking a red one he said, "Thank you Sir," "No need to call me Sir, it's your Birthday," Viv wheezed, "Call me Vivian , or Viv. Please take another one if you want." Paul thanked him and took another, for later. "Come and sit here, and tell me all about yourself," said Viv, patting his knee for Paul to sit on. Paul sat, rather like sitting on Santa's knee so many years before. Viv put his hand round Paul's shoulders and gave him a hug. "Happy Birthday, young Sir!" he said. Paul looked down at the open drawer in front of Viv. There were a set of keys, a fountain pen, a few sheets of typed paper, and a magazine. The magazine had a colourful cover to it. "If you could do anything in the world, at this moment, what would you ask for?" said Viv, looking down at Paul's face. Paul thought for a moment before answering and then looked back into kindly Vivian's old-man eyes and said, "I think I would like to be on the cover of that magazine in the drawer, doing what he is doing," and he pointed to the magazine. Viv just burst into laughter. He knew exactly what was on the cover of that magazine. It depicted a young lad sucking on an old, naked man's cock, his young ass pointing slightly to the camera in order to show the butt plug firmly in his ass, above his small, tight balls. Paul dropped his hands from where they were on his legs, so that one hung down loosely at his side and the other landed on the fold of fabric on the fly of Viv's trousers. "And if you could do anything at this moment, what would you ask for?" asked a smiling Paul. Viv's answer was as predictable as Paul had thought. "I think I would like to be on that cover with you," he said. After that, Paul was aware that Viv was thinking, and that he had obviously reached a decision. "Don't run off, dear boy, I think you have made a capital decision, one which I believe I can make blossom to fruition. A couple of 'phone calls and then 'Let the Festivities Begin' as they used to say in the Roman Arena, and if they didn't, they jolly well ought to." Paul slid off his leg as Viv stood and went over to his coat, hanging on the hat stand by the door. Extracting his mobile he called a number and had a low but excited conversation. That done, he then made another call, which again Paul could not make out but which ended with a satisfied grunt. Viv then turned and faced Paul. "Come lad," he said dramatically, "The game's afoot!" and throwing his coat around him like a cloak he opened the door and strode out, brushing his hand up the light switches as he left, leaving Paul totally in the dark, literally. Paul closed the door behind him and heard the lock 'snick', and ran after Mr. Stanhope. "What's happening? What are you doing?" he asked when he caught up with the purposefully striding Librarian. Vivian stopped suddenly and turned to face Paul. "You, Young Man," he said huskily , "are booked out from the School tonight, until I return you! You may hear the chimes of midnight and want to rush off, like Cinderella, but I can guarantee you will stay and face your future!" He pointed his finger at Paul and shouted, "Do you know what enigmatic means?" Paul shook his head. "No? ... Well I'm not actually sure myself, but what you are going to experience," and here Viv held his hands up in exaltation, " will take your breath away for many a year!" Paul just stared at him wide eyed. Following Viv to his parked car, he tried to keep up with the striding figure in front of him. As they sat in the car Viv turned to Paul and said, "Sorry about that, but I love the theatre of Conan Doyle's writings. There is something about his Sherlock Holmes. You can almost taste the smog and lamplight." "OK! yeah! Sherlock Holmes! He was a heroin junkie wasn't he? So what are we going to do tonight?" asked Paul a bit phased. "We, my dear Sir, are going where you have never been before." He watched Paul's eyebrows knit. "At least I think not that ye have trod this path before," and with a flourish he started the car and reversed neatly out of the space. They drove quietly into the nearest town, I say quietly because both were as silent as the grave. Paul recognised where they were until Viv made a couple of unexpected turnings, and then he was a bit lost. They drew up outside a dimly lit exterior, with a brightly lit door. The legend in white on the door read 'Sunshine Day and Night Club, Sauna and Massage.' Parking the car outside in the painted bay, Viv waited until Paul exited the car before he said, "Don't be surprised by what you see. Just enjoy!" and with that he pushed open the door. A buzzer started to hum further up the entrance passage until the door closed. Viv walked up the short passage and talked to the youth at the counter off to his right. "Derek said it's OK. It's the lad's birthday." and paid with two twenty pound notes. The youth handed over a pair of white fluffy towels to Viv and, handing two to Paul said, "There you go love, and here are your locker keys." Paul took the two keys on big rubber bands and followed Viv through the door ahead. Passing through a deserted Café lounge they went through another door into a locker room. Viv started to take his clothes off and placed them in the locker which one of Paul's keys had opened. Paul followed suite, wrapping a towel round himself like Viv, but not before he had appreciated Viv's cock and balls, nestling in their hairy nest. Slipping the big rubber bands with keys round their wrists for safe keeping, they passed through the next door. To their right was a dry sauna, to their left a steam sauna, and in front of them a big Jacuzzi, bubbling away. Viv turned to Paul and asked, "Are you up for all this?" and walked over to the shower heads on the wall. Paul watched as Viv hung his towel on a hook and walked into the shower spray naked. Paul did the same, and when they were both under the showers, Viv pumped at the soap dispenser and said, "Make sure you wash your cock and ass well. Nobody likes a cheesey cock or shitty ass," and proceeded to lather Paul between his legs, swirling round his small balls and cock head, and stroking a couple of fingers over Paul's rectum before washing himself with the same gusto. Then, leaving their towels on the hooks they walked into the steam room. Paul's first impression was that there was little light and it was stifling hot. He sat down on the pre-formed plastic bench and let his eyes get used to the gloom and the swirling steam. Then he could see there were four others in the room, all sitting. There was a man almost next to him to his left, and three opposite, with Viv and another man sitting on the third wall. The door made up most of the fourth wall. Because of the steam and the gloom he could not make out what was happening at first, until he realised that opposite him one man was leant over, sucking the erect cock of the guy in the middle, who was wanking the guy on the end. His gaze turned to Viv to see him reaching out for the erect cock of the man next to him, who was leaning against the wall, his erection sticking up proudly from his legs. He turned to the guy next to him, and the man nodded to him in acknowledgement. Paul nodded back to be sociable and the man reached out and took hold of Paul's thickening teenage length. Then he tilted over and Paul felt his mouth slip over his helmet and start to suck him off. "Christ!" he thought, "I'm in bloody Nirvana." He lay back and let the man play with his balls and suck his cock, trying to get a finger into his tight bum, until Paul decided that he did not want to come until he had seen the rest of the place first. He stood up, and Viv saw the youngster's erect cock pointing out at right angles from his young body, silhouetted against the light coming in through the glass door. They left the steam room and went to the dry sauna. In there they sat on the hot wooden slats of the tiered benches, in an impossibly hot room lit by a single red bulb under one of the benches, near the floor. A man appeared from the far end of the room and walked past Paul, the man's long, stiff erection waving from side to side as he paced. "The room in there has no light at all," whispered Viv and Paul walked down to investigate. There were quiet sounds of grunts and breathing emanating from the dark void of the doorway. Paul entered and felt his way with a hand along the wall until he encountered another standing in the dark. A hand from nowhere took hold of his cock and started to wank him. He reached to where he guessed it should be at found himself holding a big, heavy pair of balls with an enormous stiff cock above them. 'Is it bigger because I can't see it?' he thought, 'or is it really just fucking big?' An unknown found his cock and started to suck him, two hands drawing his buttocks closer to the mouth for him to fill it more completely. He felt in front of himself, sensing and hearing movement. His hands came squeeze the buttocks of a man who was in the process of fucking the ass of another. Paul felt in the cleft of the man's legs and took hold of his balls as they swung in the heat. Then he felt further forward and felt the man's cock pistoning in and out of the other's anus, his fingers encircling the fucking cock, the heavy balls scraping back and forth along his fore-arm and then he traced round part of the stretched hole with his finger tips where the stiff cock was working in and out. A pair of fingers and thumbs got hold of his nipples and squeezed. It hurt and he retreated back out to where Viv sat, near the heating stove. Viv took hold of one of Paul's hands and put it to his nose. "Been busy have you?" asked the older man, whilst he lazily wanked himself. Then Viv stood and it was Paul's time to see the older man's cock in silhouette against the red bulb light. Viv had a decent plaything, Paul decided, now that it was reasonably hard. They went out and past the Jacuzzi and through another doorway. Paul was following and had an up-close view of Viv's posterior, his cheeks, ass-hole and balls, as they climbed the stairs to the first floor. The whole of this landing was also low lit, and Paul could see eight or so doors on each side of the corridor, some open, some closed. The first they walked past had the door open and Paul could see it was a small room with a couch. "These are rest rooms," explained Viv. The next door was closed but Paul could hear a rhythmic knocking coming from within. The next was open and a man lay on his back on the couch within. His cock stood straight up, pointing to the ceiling and his hand was sliding up and down it with a sticky sound. They continued on to the room at the end where the light coming from it showed that there was a TV on inside. This was a bigger room and had six chairs in front of the large TV set, showing gay porn films continuously. A low table beside the set had two large bowls on it, the one full of condom packets, the other packets of lube. No one was there so Viv continued round the dog-leg in the corridor to the next set of doors. Viv opened a door to show that the wall between this and the next room had glory holes at different heights punched through it. The next pair of rooms had a plate of glass as a divider, until he was shown the other side, and realised it was a one-way mirror. The next room had a leather sling hanging from the ceiling, and this had someone laying in it. "Hi Viv," said the voice. "Hallo Derek," he answered. Derek heaved himself into a sitting position and looked at Paul. "This is the owner Paul," said Viv by way of introduction. Paul offered his hand, which Derek shook, Paul feeling the slippery substance that was coating the man's hand. "Oh sorry about that, " said Derek, "just been having a wank. It's only lube. Will wash off easily if you want." Paul laughed slightly nervously. "Cute inn'ee?" observed Derek. "We have been all round now, Derek, and Paul has seen where everything is, so I propose that we leave him to it.," said Viv. And Derek added, "The front door is locked and there is just a few 'invited' guests left, so we won't be troubled." He lay back in the sling and put his feet into the strops on the supporting chains. "Plenty of packets on lube on the wall bracket," he said and Paul watched Viv go get some and smear his right hand with a liberal coating. Taking hold of Derek's stiff cock with his left hand to stop Derek swinging, Viv started to push first one, then another finger into Derek's star-shaped, crinkly bum hole. Paul watched as the hole opened up easily and accommodated Viv's hand up to his wrist, and then his arm up to the elbow. Then, with his arm firmly seated in Derek's bottom, Viv started to wank the cock in his left hand. Paul had stood watching entranced, but he now asked, "Can I have a go, Viv?" As Viv pulled his arm out carefully, Paul lubed up his hand, wrist and forearm. Then he wrapped his left hand round the ample, circumcised cock and offered his right hand up to the gaping hole. It slid in easily, maybe because his hand was smaller, and he was able to feel all manner of lumps and bumps as he slid in until his arm was in up to the elbow. Then he started to wank Derek's cock, letting his hand slide all the way up to the top, his thumb and finger slipping over the flared glans, before returning his encircling fist to the bottom of the stalk. Maybe it was because it was being done by a young fifteen year old, but Derek very soon felt himself approaching his orgasm. Paul felt the glove his hand was in tighten up and he could see that Derek's balls were tight up to the base of his cock. As Paul now concentrated his wanking on the head of the cock, it started to spit it's cargo, spewing rope after rope of spunk up and along Derek's stomach, puddling in the indentation of his umbilical. Paul just moved his arm in and out of the hole a bit as he wanked the last of the sperm cocktail out of the hard spout, and then let Derek get his breath back, before slowly withdrawing his arm out into the cooler air of the room. "You two fuck off and have a shower. I'll just lie here a bit," said the grateful Derek, and the two headed down the stairs at this end of the corridor to go through the Café, the changing rooms and into the showers. There will be a continuation in the next Chapter You can contact me at alex.carbine@sky.com Please do.