Date: Thu, 16 Jun 2011 22:04:07 +0100 From: Alex Carbine Subject: Leyland Park School Chapter 8 Leyland Park School by Alex Carbine Chapter Eight. The next day the four Juniors met up with the two Seniors in Will's study after breakfast. Charlie was definitely feeling the after effects of Edward's ministrations, as was Paul from Stan. "Why don't you go and ask him to kiss it better?" snickered Stan."Bloody typical," answered Will, an edge to his voice, "I've got some 'cold cream' somewhere in here. I find it helps a bit." When he had found the jar, the boys set to applying the cream to each other. It was never sexual, just what friends do when they hurt a bit. "So what are we going to do, today, then?" asked Andy applying cream to Charlie's raw looking hole. Stan was sitting in Will's swivel chair, one leg over the arm, lazily sliding his hand up and down his length. He had found another use for the cream. Let's have a rest day and just 'chill out', suggested Si, enjoying the cool of the cream on his hole and cock as much as Will had smearing it there. And so that is what they did, absolutely nothing, just letting the time flow by, chatting, joking and listening to music. But one good thing did come up in conversation, and that was Stan's suggestion that, if the weather was good tomorrow, they would go for a bike ride into the Forest near-by. The weather was good, and Will had organised packed lunches for the six, by the time they met after breakfast the next day. "How did you sleep?" asked Will of Paul. "I think Andy has got a grudge," answered Paul. "Yeah! He had it in for him all night," added Charlie, the second partner of the comic duo, with a laugh. Stan had brought a good map and a compass, and the Cook had slipped a couple of bottles of still water into each pack of food. Each of the boys had good off-road bikes and soon they were off. The country lanes were in full summer bloom as they made their way to the nearest entrance to the National Park. They kept as a group, cycling at the speed of the slowest, who was, surprisingly, Si. His saddle was cutting into his bottom, making pedalling uncomfortable, and when they reached the first picnic site he asked for a rest. "What's up?" asked Andy concerned. "It's this bloody saddle, its' cutting me in half," he answered. "We'll stop and you can wrap your weatherproof round it. That should cushion a bit," advised Will. Dismounted, they sat at one of the tables whilst Will and Si fiddled with the saddle. Andy said he wanted a pee and Stan asked him if he wanted a special tree to stand behind, as there was a wood full around them. With a "Back in a minute," he moved off in the direction of the low, white building almost in the woods, returning with a big grin on his face. "You'll never guess," he started, "Those toilets are ever so clean." "Not like the ones in my videos?" asked Charlie, who had run one last night for the group to wank over before bed. Jointly they had agreed that if they ever find the toilets in the video they would have them condemned by public health. "And the cubicles," continued Andy, "have each got 'glory holes'." Making sure their bikes were secure, the gang followed Andy back into the toilet block. "He's right. They really are clean, for once," said Will, in awe. "And he's right about the glory holes," said Stan's voice. They looked around until they found Stan's dick poking through the hole in the end cubicle wall, overlooking the urinals. Paul went over and gave it a suck. "Pity, it's the only thing here that hasn't been washed today," he observed, to the others' laughter. "Washed it this morning," grumbled Stan as he exited the cubicle, tucking his semi-stiff cock back into his tight cycle briefs. They were unlocking their bikes at the table when a car pulled up into the Parking and a young guy climbed out. Taking in the group of boys with their bikes, the guy walked straight to the toilet. "Try out your new seat Si," asked Will, and they watched as Si rode in a figure-of-eight in the clearing. "Yeah, thanks. That's so much better guys." He rode back to the table and the others were just collecting their gear so they could ride on, when Paul stopped and gave the toilet block a good stare. "That guy's been in there a long time," he observed. "Maybe he's like you, you know, full of shit!" quipped Charlie. "I'm going to check him out, won't be long," said Paul. "If I'm not out in a couple of minutes, come in and get me!" When Paul entered the toilet he could see that one of the cubicle doors was closed. He went into one next to it and closed the door. Dropping his cycle shorts he sat on the toilet and leaned forward until he could see through the hole in the partition. The guy they had seen earlier was naked, leaning back against the wall, stroking his uncut erection slowly, almost leisurely. Paul had seen on the videos similar situations, and he stood up and started to wank his own stiffy, positioning himself in front of the hole so that the other guy could easily see if he looked. The response was almost immediate, with the other guy's cock pushing itself through the hole for Paul. Paul sat on the toilet seat and took hold of the cock. A sniff told him the guy was clean and he put it in his mouth, pulling the foreskin back to let his mouth and lips slide over the glans. "Fuckin' hell!" he heard the guy exclaim, as Paul wanked the shaft that was not in his mouth. Then Paul heard the rest of the gang enter the toilet. Although the other guy tried to pull back through the partition, Paul held on securely to his cock and the guy overcame his flight reflex and continued to let Paul suck him. Paul could see through the crack in the door hinge as one of his friends looked into his cubicle and then wave to the others. He heard the door of the cubicle on the other side close and lock. He knew that now one or more of them were watching the guy's bum as he fucked Paul's mouth. Paul heard a low, quiet whistle from the other hole in the other partition of his cubicle. He relinquished the cock, but kept wanking it and looked through the other hole to see Andy and Charlie wanking and giving the thumbs up to him. 'So Stan and Will are in the other cubicle' he thought, as he went back to giving the stranger's cock a thorough oral examination. Suddenly the cock pulled back through the wall. Paul looked through the hole to see the stranger's head bobbing at the opposite wall, just as he had been doing. 'Bet you that's Stan' he thought, wanking his own cock. He looked into the other hole to find Charlie was fucking Andy, who was bent over, leaning on the toilet seat for support. Coming back to the stranger's glory hole he was met by the stranger's eye, watching him. Paul stood up and showed him his bum, and then slid his wet finger in to make sure he understood. Then he went back to the hole and the stranger shook his head from side to side. Paul said quite clearly, "If you open your door, my mates and I will give you the suck of your life, and I want someone to fuck me." He then saw the guy stand up and unlatch the door. Paul exited his cubicle and pushed opened the door. The guy was standing wanking his hard root. Stan and Will came out of their cubicle and stood with Paul. "It's OK mate," said Will, "We're here for fun too." The guy took hesitant steps out of the cubicle and Stan took hold of his cock and started to wank it, before dropping to his knees and sucking it. Charlie and Andy came out of their cubicle and Andy leaned against the door jamb, letting Charlie regain access to his bowels. "Hi there!" said Charlie, guiding his cock up Andy's bum. "We're a bit busy at the moment, but we'll get back to you as soon as we can," and then, putting his hands on Andy's shoulders, he commenced to ream Andy's hole at a furious rate. "They always are show-offs," sniffed Si, who had been outside the cubicles all the time, wanking his cock at all that was going on. By this time Will had slipped up into Stan who was bent over, still sucking the guy. Paul shrugged at the stranger, who smiled, and then Si leaned up against a door jam with one leg raised so that Paul could fuck him. Paul came round behind him and took hold of Si's cock as he slid his own exquisitely hard one into Si's sucking, wet hole. Feeling the heat of his friend's guts enveloping his cock like a heated glove sent Paul onto another plane. Ignoring all else Paul thrust his cock deep and fast into his mate, whilst giving him the wank he deserved. Si came hard, squirting across the open cubicle door, his spunk leaving a white arcing trail on the grey paintwork, his clenching sphincter and squeezing colon giving Paul the necessary for him to orgasm in turn. With his cock hard up his friend, he released the morning's collection of sperm from his balls, feeling it burn up the tubes until it flooded inside his mate, giving Si's love tube the shower it craved. The stranger watched Paul, then Charlie cumming as Stan sucked at his cock, then he too felt his red hot lava rise for an eruption. "I'm cumming," he said. "So am I," said Will at the other end of Stan, and between them Stan received a double dose of porridge-like spunk, the stranger thrusting his dick down Stan's throat to coat it all the way down to his stomach, and Will gave him a really good blasting, as ever, his thick cock expanding to be ever thicker as he came deep inside his bum-buddy. That just left Andy to cum. He stood with legs apart, exhibitionist as ever, furiously wanking as Charlie's spunk leaked out of his hole and down his right leg, one hand a blur on his cock, the other held high in the air. He could feel the cold of the dribble in contrast to the hot spunk that spewed energetically from his cock slit, flying up and through the air to land almost six feet away on the floor. More squirts followed, dropping nearer and nearer to him, until it was just a few drops falling from his knuckles to the floor. As they pulled themselves together, Paul asked the stranger if all the Forest Toilets were as good as this. "Sadly, no. This is the only one that has good trade. Must be because of the School nearby," he answered. "Really," said Charlie, innocently, "I did not know that." As they sat at their table, having lunch, Stan mused, "I wonder who else comes out here from the School then." "And when?" said Andy thoughtfully. E-mail me at alex.carbine@sky.com with your comments and ideas.