Date: Sat, 20 Aug 2011 00:05:54 +0100 From: Alex Carbine Subject: Leyland Park School Chapter 23 Leyland Park School by Alex Carbine Chapter Twenty Three. Paul's standard of work at School had fallen off. His assigned Tutor, Mr Oliver Pearson, left a note in Paul's pigeon hole in India House 'asking' for him to attend at his Office the next morning, at break time, but not what for. Paul knew what it would be about. His last test results were below average, mainly because he had taken them on the day after the 'Party' at Viv Stanhope's, The Librarian, and if he was honest with himself he would admit that he was thinking more about the pain from his sore cock and inflamed ass-hole than he was about the test subjects. QED his results were crap, but what should he tell his tutor? He arrived outside the Office as 'asked' and was about to knock on the frame around the glass in the door stating 'Oliver Pearson' followed by some letters that Paul had no idea what they represented other than there were more than a few, when the door was opened from inside by the man himself. "Come in Shand! Paul isn't it? Sit down boy, sit down," he said with a smile. Paul sat nervously. His legs felt weak anyway, and there was a feeling in his stomach like he was very hungry. "You are probably wondering why I have asked you here today," said Oliver, leaning his elbows on the desk and forming an arch with his fingers touching, looking over them through his round, thin framed glasses. "Well Sir, if it's about my work recently....." Paul began, looking at the edge of the desk. "No, Paul! far more serious!" said the smiling Oliver, although Paul thought it was more like the way a wolf shows it's teeth before biting it's victim. "I have been talking to my fellow staff members and your immediate peers in India House..... and they all told me the same thing." Oliver leaned back in his office chair. "I have been looking for a particular type of boy, and your name was put forward unanimously." He beamed at Paul and it would seem he was almost waiting to see what Paul would say. Various thoughts sped though Paul's brain. 'He wants a blow job' 'He wants to fuck me' 'He's found out about The Party at Vivs.' He decided to be cautious. "What was that for, Sir?" he asked trying to sound intelligently excited. "The School Committee has decided to 'opt in' a junior student to give your age-group a voice on the Board," beamed Oliver, now extending his hand to shake. "Thank you Sir," was all Paul could say and he shook the extended hand. "Gosh," said Charlie when Paul told him back in the class-room. "Do we have to call you 'Your Worship'?" he asked giving a mock bow and a flourish with his hand that ended in giving Paul two fingers. "Fuck off!" Paul replied. "I've got to go to my first meeting tomorrow night. God knows what it all entails. I'll just have to wing it I suppose," and with that Paul sat at his desk and rested his chin on his hand, a distant look in his eyes. "Did Pearson mention your work as you thought he would?" asked Charlie. "Yeah he said it was crap and I have to pull my finger out of my bum, or at least that was the gist of it," replied Paul. "Fingers are the least of your worries," joked Charlie trying to feed the stiff cock that was now poking out of his trousers into Paul's mouth. "Put that away. Someone might come!" said Paul. "Me I hope" laughed Charlie, and just managed to tuck himself back into his trousers before some of the others came back into the room. As word spread of his new position, various topics were presented to Paul by a variety of his year from the various Houses for the meeting, but Paul, noting them down, could only say that he could not promise anything until he had seen how the Board operated. The Meeting was held in the large house of Mr. Stanley Gibson, House Master of Africa House. Paul had been in Africa House but never in The House Master's holy-of-holies. As he entered the hallway of the house, he could not help noticing the life-size bronze of a naked discus thrower, and the fact that the average sized penis and balls was shiny polished, whereas the rest of the statue was dark brown/black with patina. He smiled as he imagined someone walking past, regularly giving the cock a tickle under the balls as he passed, which was exactly what he did as he went past. Sitting round the dining-room table in the 'inner sanctum' were most of the Board's members. He had never really given the School Committee a thought as he had not been involved before. The first year boys were not allowed to vote, and no-one really listened to them anyway. Having been formerly greeted when the meeting got under-weigh he was mostly ignored in the following business. At the 'any-other-business' section Paul raised the main points he had noted down from his mates, and they were discussed, but nothing was decided for action. The meeting finished and he sat waiting to see what happened next. He was not prepared for the question that came out of the blue. "Paul," said Gibson, the House Master, "Would you describe yourself as, in the current school idiom, a 'cent' or a 'tivvy'?" The others round the table all stopped and looked at Paul. They all looked serious, and interested. Paul had to make up his mind on several levels. Did he admit to the Committee that he was not a 'cent' or 'innocent', but a 'tivvy' or sensitive? Did he lie or have the guts to tell the truth, and possibly be ostracised? Paul took a deep breath and told the assembly in a clear voice, "I would describe myself as a 'tivvy' and am quite comfortable to have others know of my sexual orientations." There, it was out, the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, he thought. He sat looking ahead, waiting for the world to come crashing round his ears. He heard, however, a single pair of hands clapping followed by more, until each of the Committee was applauding his answer. "Well done!" said Gibson as the room quietened down. "We need boys who can be honest, regardless of circumstance. It was decided by members of this Committee collectively that you would be the best candidate and our enquiries proved our decision well founded. I think I can voice for all of us that we will look forward to your inclusion into our fold!" The others at the table banged on it noisily with their left hands whilst voicing "here! here!" in support. Paul blushed to his hair roots and smiled. After the Meeting, two of the Seniors from Africa House who were on the Board invited Paul up to their Study Passage, and were introduced to a couple of other Prefects who were there in a study. There was Hassim, an Indian, and Kojo, a Ghanian, who were lounging, listening to tracks from the current Top 10, which they had recorded from the radio. Both were dressed in long smoking-jackets, and were draped comfortably over armchairs. Brian and Des, the two on the Board, disappeared after introducing Paul, but re-appeared soon after, having changed into their own casual long smoking-jackets. Des closed the door behind him. "I was very impressed that you admitted at the meeting that you were a 'tivvy'," Des said conversationally, sitting on the arm of a well upholstered chair opposite Paul. Hassim and Kojo glanced at each other and then at Paul. "I thought it was best to be honest from the start," answered Paul, looking from face to face. The others nodded, and seemed to be in thought. Paul felt a little uncomfortable and sat further back in his arm-chair, into which he was sinking. Kojo leaned forward and put his hand out towards Paul. "Don't feel awkward on our account. We understand completely," said Kojo, and then he leaned back again. His dressing gown fell open at his waist as his stiffening, circumcised cock forced it's way up out between the two sides of the gown. Paul was mesmerised by it's appearance and sudden growth, and it continued to grow. "Kojo, you're getting a little ahead of us, as usual," said Hassim, "Put it away before you hurt someone!" Kojo laughed and re-adjusted the gown to cover his erection. "No sense of decorum," said Brian, scratching his balls as he sat in his chair. Des snorted his mirth and the movement caused his gown to fall open as he sat on his chair's arm. He had a large hanging sack of big balls and a five inch cock, and it was still soft. Paul just sat and took in the view. It was Hassim who took charge by standing up and holding out both hands for Paul to take. Paul stood up out of the chair and Hassim started to undress him, Hassim's erection growing under the cover of his gown, which had now opened to present his cock to view. Having removed Paul's shirt and tie, Hassim dropped to his knees and helped Paul out of his shoes and socks, before loosening the belt and pulling Paul's trousers to the floor. Kojo licked his lips when he saw that Paul was wearing a black 'Gregg Homme' jockstrap which clearly showed that Paul was circumcised and excited. Hassim cupped Paul's tackle, sensuously feeling the soft, leather-like fabric and what it contained, whilst the middle finger of his right hand sought and found Paul's hot hole, without any resistance. By this time Kojo was on his feet and had removed his gown, showing to all his six-foot plus high body. The tube of his dark coloured cock was sticking up out of his body to be almost parallel to his stomach, and was now 9 inches (23 cms) long and about 7 inches (18 cms) round and with the big bulbous head the cock must have been over ten inches (26 cms) in total length. Paul reached out a hand and started to run his curled hand up and down this pole of plenty. For his part, Kojo just stood with his hands on his waist, smiling contentedly as he let Paul play with his toy. Brian had started to fellate Des, who was laying back along the chair arm watching Brian's mouth slide up and down his cock, as Brian stood legs apart, his weight supported by his bent arms, which were just above Des's knees. Paul realised how muscular Kojo was, with his bulging arms, chest and rippled stomach. It was obvious to Paul that Kojo must spend many hours weight training in the gym. So Paul was not surprised how easily Kojo picked him up, just surprised it was happening at all. The big coloured turned him upside-down so that Paul faced the floor, then, holding him gently but firmly, he manoeuvred him until Paul could suck the proffered monster cock that was in-front of his face. Paul's cock, in turn, was sucked by the gentle giant. In this way the two sixty-nined each other. Hassim was also standing by now and was behind Brian as he sucked Des. Licking his finger to lubricate it, he inserted it into the unguarded hole, following it with another finger, which then slipped back and forth making the skin on Brian's anus drag in and out with the movement. Next, following a liberal application of KY lubricant, Hassim slipped his puffy cockhead easily into Brian's arse, and, holding Brian's hips for leverage, Hassim started to fuck Brian vigorously, savouring the feeling on the raw nerve endings around his glans as he slid up and down inside his friend's hot anal canal. Kojo returned Paul to the upright position before it became uncomfortable and then Paul went on his knees and began to suck the monster cock again. After several minute the tall coloured turned and offered Paul his perfectly proportioned buttocks, which Paul parted and started licking the hole hidden between them. Paul's tongue first coated the around the outside with saliva and then pushed inside the hole with quick darting motions. Kojo leaned on the chair arm and allowed the youngster to eat his arse out, Paul licking and poking with his tongue whilst both hands wanked the massive cock that hung down under, the full balls-sack swinging to and fro as he did so. Then Paul felt a hand feeling his balls and hole from behind. He let go Kojo's cock and went on his 'all-fours', continuing to lather Kojo's hole and balls. Hassim, who had bored of Brian, entered the young lad at speed and with no foreplay. Resting his hands of Paul's back, Hassim thrust deeply into the lad, getting the satisfying feeling of Paul's sphincter tight round the base of his cock. Balancing himself with his head on Kojo's buttocks and his weigh on his knees, Paul reached behind himself and held his bum cheeks apart to allow and encourage Hassim to get right into his guts. Hassim thrust a dozen times before Paul felt the familiar pulsing and extra cock inflation that manifests itself with your partner cumming. He heard Hassim grunt, "Oh Yeah!" before he felt the red hot lava flooding into his love tube. Six slow, deliberate thrusts and Hassim was drained. Paul felt him withdraw and then a wet tongue on his backdoor. Paul pushed gently to expel the newly arrived spunk back into the donor's cleaning, swallowing mouth. By this time Brian was firmly sitting down on Des's cock, who remained motionless as Brian did all the work of lifting himself up and down on Des's spike. As Paul stood up, he was able to watch Brian's stiff cock wave about as he impaled himself again and again down all the way onto Des's erection. Turning back to Kojo, Paul found he had not moved, so applying KY to his cock, Paul slid into the gentle giant's winking hole. "Give it to me hard," Kojo said and Paul set about fucking the coloured as he wished, giving the dark flesh as much of his cock as would fit in. Hassim's hand cradled his swinging balls and squeezed gently, causing Paul's orgasm to gently but assuredly arrive. Telling Kojo that he was about to cum in him, Paul pumped his seed in five massive blasts and several follow-ons until he could not fuck the hole any longer. He flopped forward onto the coloured's back, heaving for breath, his cock slowly wilting still inside the Senior, until it slipped out. Hassim's mouth readily took it's place, dining on the protein as it oozed whitely onto the dark skin and tried to make it down the big balls. When he was satisfied with his handiwork, Hassim tapped Kojo on the rump and the big boy turned over, his stiff monster cock poking ceiling-wards. With his fist full of KY, Hassim started pumping Kojo's cock at speed until the coloured intimated that he was about to exploded. Hassim covered the giant head with his mouth and continued the rate of his cock wanking. As Kojo grunted and jerked, Paul saw Hassim's cheeks visibly swell with the load Kojo shot. Quickly Hassim swallowed, his Adam's apple jerking up and down as each load filled his mouth, apparently to capacity, as some leaked out of the side of his lips, as they were sealed round the shaft behind the edge of the spewing head. And so that was the end of Paul's first Committee Board meeting. Walking back to his own House he was looking forward to the next.