Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2011 22:52:18 +0100 From: Alex Carbine Subject: Leyland Park School Chapter 18 Leyland Park School by Alex Carbine Chapter Eighteen. I won't bore you as to how and when Paul was delivered back to the School that night, but to observe that there were those who had their suspicions confirmed when they saw him the next day, obviously very tired, walking as though sore and very happy. Even Charlie was not made privy as to what had gone on, Paul kept his sexual frolics that night a secret even from him, just as Vivian had made him swear to. But Charlie was no fool, and when they shared Charlie's bed together in the dorm that night Charlie was able to feel the swelling and see Paul's tender red hole as he licked it, and the way he jumped sensitively when Charlie inserted his fingers, and then his well-lubed cock into it gently. "Did you have fun?" he asked Paul, whispering into his ear so no one else in the dorm could hear him, as he rocked to and fro. "You have no idea, Paul! I think that all that we have done is great, but last night what I saw and did was just ... well ... mindbogglingly MEGA!" and he pushed his butt hard back into Charlie's lap to get Charlie's stiffness right into his gut as deep as he could. After a couple of days he ventured into the School Library to see Viv Stanhope. Viv looked up from the work on his desk and his smile beamed welcome to his young friend. "I wasn't sure if I would see you this soon," he confided quietly, gently brushing his hand through Paul's hair. Paul said nothing, confirmed with a sweep of the Library that there was no one else present and then put his hand on Viv's trousers, feeling the old Librarian's cock swell under his touch. "I don't know how to thank you for my 'Birthday Present'," said Paul, "and I am wearing all the time now." Viv's hand went to the boy's crutch and he felt the hardness of the cock ring, the boy's balls, and the young stiff cock, all contained, he guessed, in the pouch of a jock-strap, or at least he hoped so. "We could do it again, you know, but maybe a Saturday or Sunday afternoon, and not at the Club. That's really too risky. Derek was able to close the door for us that night. But you could come to my place and I could get a few friends around as well." Paul could imagine Viv's friends and what they would all do. "Can I bring a friend too?" asked Paul, thinking of Charlie, and how he had not pushed Paul to tell him of his evening away. "If you think he can keep a secret, and is a similarly minded 'good' friend, then I am sure you both will be welcomed" By this time Viv had opened Paul's trouser fly and his busy hands had released Paul's erection from the expected white jock-strap pouch. Dropping to his knees on the carpet, from his chair, Vivian let Paul push his juvenile stiffy into his welcoming mouth. Paul felt the wet heat of Viv's salivating mouth as it closed round his cock, taking the whole length with a nod. With the excitement of expectation and the wanking and sucking of Viv, Paul soon came, his boy-nectar present gratefully accepted, savoured and swallowed by the old man as his own load of lumpy white syrup wet the inside of his own jock in sympathy with the boy's orgasm. Paul's excitement mounted as Saturday afternoon came closer and closer. "What did you say we were doing?" asked Charlie after lunch as they changed out of their School uniforms in the dorm. "Wait and find out, but you MUST tell no one. That is most important," answered Paul mysteriously, with an impish grin. Wearing a small backpack containing a few 'things' that Paul would not let Charlie see, Paul and Charlie signed themselves out for 'shopping' and disappeared out of the School gates on their bikes. Viv's house was about ten minutes away, but Paul was careful to make sure that they were not followed by anyone else, so they arrived at the Victorian house set back from the road, with a horseshoe drive, about thirty minutes later. Paul noted there were three cars parked neatly in the drive already. Locking their bikes to a post by the stone steps leading up to the front door, Charlie then followed Paul up to the shiny, black painted door with a big polished brass letter box. Charlie could hear the bell jangle within as Paul rang the bell, and half expected a lisping hump-backed Igor-type servant to open the door. The door was opened by Aida, the young man Paul had met at the Sauna that night, giving out towels at the reception. He was wearing a Hawaiian 'T' shirt, shorts and sandals and grinned as he waved them into the hallway, with it's chequered black-and-white marble floor, coat rack, dresser, aspidistra, and sweeping marble staircase. "Come on into to the sun-lounge. I was waiting for you. Everyone is here already, and they are just starting," he said as he lead them through tall doors into a vast Victorian glass conservatory. Paul and Charlie drank in the scene of five adults and three boys of Paul and Charlie's age, lounging naked on cushioned, white plastic sun-loungers, surrounded by enormous potted palms. The eight were in various positions, either watching, sucking, fucking or wanking. Viv materialised from somewhere only wearing a metal cock-ring, (that had been faceted so that it caught the light and glittered,) around his semi-stiff cock and hanging balls. A naked Aida was now hanging onto his elbow. At this time, Paul and Charlie were the only ones in the room wearing clothes. "Hallo young Paul! And this," he said beaming and offering his hand to shake Charlie's, "must be your friend Charlie." Paul started to laugh at the formality of the situation, then he turned to Charlie and said, "We are now twelve for tea, Simpkins. Tell Cook." and started to take his own clothes off, leaving them on the floor as he dropped them. The others in the room stopped to watch the strip show noting Paul's perfect boyish shape and the cock-ring wrapped round his already up-standing cock. "Come on Charlie," Paul twittered, "welcome to my surprise. Last one fucked is truly a cissy." As Charlie shed his clothes under their watching eyes, Vivian, whom Charlie knew only as the School Librarian, pointed and introduced the others to them and they waved and called their greetings before returning to watching, sucking, fucking or wanking. The thing that really surprised Paul was that he introduced Aida as his live-in boy-friend. 'Now that,' Paul thought, 'I would never have guessed.' With their arrival there were now six adults, five boys and Aida. There were blinds across the roof panels and down the windows, so that nothing could 'offend the neighbours' and the triple glazing contained all but the most loud cries of passion. The warm air inside was moved around by large 'punkah' fans hanging down from the roof struts. There were several open bottles of Champagne in tower ice buckets between the Loungers, next to side tables loaded with champagne flutes, bowls containing packets of lube and condoms, silver plated boxes contained wet baby-wipes, ice buckets and fizzy bottled water. Viv strode back over to the boys, his bloated cock nodding from side to side, a flute of champagne in each hand. "Enjoy my friends. Drink what you will, but have more water than wine." He winked conspiratorially. "You don't want to have brewer's droop or fall asleep, do you?" Having handed over the glasses he was led away to a lounger by one of the boys (Simon) who had taken hold of Viv's low hanging balls. The boy knelt on the seat and offered his bum to Viv's stiffening cock, holding his cheeks apart so that his darker brown crinkly flesh was open and winking his readiness to receive whatever Viv gave him. As Paul walked by, Viv held his hard, condom-sheathed cock between finger and thumb and slipped easily into Simon, making Paul smile as he thought that Viv was not the first up in there today. "I think we need to loosen up," he said to Charlie, "and I have just the things." Paul went over to the back-pack he had brought and revealed two red jelly butt-plugs. Lubing one up he gave it to Charlie and then bent over. Charlie was able to insert the plug easily into Paul's bum with a twist, then he turned and presented his own bum to Paul, who slipped in the other lubed plug for Charlie. As their anal muscles stretched and grew used to the invaders they were able to decide what, or who, they would do next, their swollen purple cock-heads atop their rod-hard cocks already beading with clear pre-cum. Charlie was attracted to a lounger where a boy (Alex) was lying on his back, slowly wanking his cock, whilst his partner (James) was positioned over his face so that he could lick the adult arse hole. He knelt either side of Alex's legs, his bum in the air over the boy's feet and his head down as he started to suck at Alex's cock. Just as he had hoped, he soon felt a hand stroke over his butt-plug and bottom cheeks. "Just like fishing," he thought. "All you have to do is use the right bait on the hook and wait." Paul went over to where an adult (Andy) was kneeling on the tiled floor and laying across a lounger, his ass being fisted by Aida. Paul stood in front of Andy's face, and Paul's cock was guided into his mouth by holding Paul's bum cheeks, a finger almost in Paul's hole, and pulling Paul to him. As he was sucked and fingered expertly, Paul looked along his muscular back and watched as Aida's greased arm disappeared between his adult cheeks, almost to his elbow, to the obvious enjoyment of both Andy and Aida, judging by the hard-on that Aida was sporting, its' purple head shiny with clear cum that was bubbling from the slit and dribbling down the shaft to drip from his balls to the floor. With eyes closed and a dreamy look on his face, Aida's arm slowly pistonned in and out. Paul matched his rhythm so that as Aida pulled almost out, Paul slid his erection wholly in, fucking the moist lips of Andy's mouth. He looked up at Paul and managed to nod, his eyes alight with his enjoyment. Viv was lying in a black leather sling, hanging in a chromed frame at the far end of the conservatory, enjoying having his legs up in the straps, his hole, balls and cock being licked and sucked by a man (Bernie) with a big, thick circumcised cock. The tube of Bernie's weapon arced out and away from his body, with a heavy and massive flared purple glans which swung about slowly and menacingly as he moved. At the other end, Viv was sucking Simon whom he was previously fucking, but who was now being fucked from behind by Ollie who had a delightfully long and thin cock, the man holding onto the young hips, pulling his cock into the boy hard, so his full and heavy balls swung against Simon's smaller ones when his body kissed and pressed against Simon's young globe ass as he plunged in forcefully time and again. Charlie did not look round as the hands smoothed over his cheeks and then pulled at his butt-plug. Following its' easy extraction it was replaced by two gentle fingers which sawed in and out stimulating his prostate. He started to drip onto Alex's legs and a soft, lubricated hand reached between his legs and started to wank him, like a milk-maid milking a cow. He looked round to see the boy Martin standing immediately behind him, and it was he that was stimulating his ass and cock. They smiled at each other, and Charlie returned to sucking Alex. Graham, who had been standing to one side, lazily pulling on his stiff cock, watching Alex & James, Martin & Charlie, moved behind Martin and slid his rod into the boy's ass. As Martin fingered Charlie and wanked his cock, Martin's head went back and he let out a low gasp as the full length and thickness of Graham's cock left its' impression on his young anal canal lining, the edges of Graham's helmet scraping along the passage as he pushed and pulled his adult cock in and out of the boy. Like the others in the room, each immersed himself in the particular pleasures he was experiencing, both in the giving and receiving of favours to each others. Hardly a sound was to be heard except for the occasional gasp or hum of excesses. And that was how it went until Viv cleared his throat and suggested in his mellow tones that it was probably time to change partners. To be continued If you have enjoyed the chapter(s) so far let me know at alex.carbine@sky.com , a little encouragement goes a long way ...