Date: Mon, 9 Apr 2018 08:04:55 +0200 (CEST)
From: john.matthews@tutanota.com
Subject: The Apennine Boys School Part 22

The School Part 22

When we arrived at the yacht, Bill had everything sorted with customs and
immigration and we were ready to depart.  We did, almost immediately the
last person was on board.  That happened to be me.

"Move your arse," shouted Bill, "We need to get a move on."

Well we did and had a gentle one and a half day cruise to a small island
which, unsurprisingly, was owned by The School.  We walked up a rocky
pathway to our accommodation.  We were met by the administrator of the
island whose warm embrace and a kiss on both cheeks promised a pleasant
stay.

"Hi there. I am Petros your host. I have spoken to Sean and he tells me
that we have someone special as our guest and teacher.  First let me
welcome you to our island.  We run a tourist industry here, except for the
times when we have pupils from The School.  At that time, the island is
totally closed off.  Secondly, your students have a choice of
accommodation.  They can go camping in a tent with one of our lads, or they
can stay in the main sleeping area.  You, of course, have a private room
with a couple of boys to look after you. Every option is perfectly safe."

This sounded good to me, so I asked to be shown my room. When we arrived
there, two young lads of about 13 or 14 were waiting for us.  They were
handsome.  They had nice boyish builds, not too muscley but not wimps
either.

The island was terrific. So were my two boys.  They were lusty and playful
and not at all serious about sex.  Sex was just a game. They obviously were
special friends with each other and that was very pleasing. They wanted to
share their friendship with me, and on the one time he poked his nose into
my room, with Chayd.  Chayd saw no reason to refuse and didn't.

At one stage as I went for the back door I felt the lad tense up a
little. "Protee fora, pedi mou?" I asked in Greek - "First time, my child?"

"Nai - yes," he replied.

"Afto eenai ya to filo sas. Endaxi." (This is for your friend, OK.) I had
touched his boy cunt. He wiggled in pleasure.

"Okhi, no. You do it. Me pleasure you."

"No, it's more pleasure for me if your friend does it.  The boys were Xen
and Milo.  Though Xen had made love before, Milo hadn't.  Xen was always
the most sexually adventurous in our games, and Milo was more of a
sidelines guy, who provided oral and tactile stimulous as well as a fair
amount of frottage.

I gave Milo a kiss and rolled him on his back. His boyish cock stood up
straight then landed on his flat tummy.

Xen had followed this dialogue and was smiling quietly to himself. I could
see he wanted his buddy, but was a bit shy to just take him. This duet
certainly needed coaching.

I beckoned Xen to me, caressed him and took his rampant but not huge member
and pointed it at Milo's arse. I lubed him up and lubed up Milo's back
door. Milo looked adoringly at Xen, imperceptibly nodded and Xen went
straight for the bullseye. Milo was no longer a virgin. Slowly Xen began to
pump in and out and I could all but feel the tension in him as he
restrained himself from going at full throttle.  Tears formed in Milo's
eyes and dripped down the side of his face onto the pillow.  He pulled Xen
to him and wrapped himself about Xen and just kissed him him non-stop. If
he hadn't been before, Milo was now in love.

I was very happy about this, as I'm a sucker for romance. The two kids
looked terrific together.

Petros was great with the kids. He discovered little Dimo very quickly and
Dimo became like a tiny pet puppy for Petros. Dimo never stopped talking
Greek, his first language, and Petros was only too happy to talk back with
him. It seemed there had been few Greek speaking students there
before. After two days, Dimo was the pet of everyone resident on the
island. He also had more than his fair share of fucks. Arkady was a little
grumpy about this but he pulled himself together when both Xen and Milo
shagged him. He decided he liked the island after all. The rest of the kids
were getting their twopence worth as well. Nobody was going to complain
about Greek boys. Their uncut cocks and their various shaped arses were
very much worth viewing. Yup, I loved the Greek isles; or at least this
Greek isle!

One of the other things I liked about this place was the kids were taken
completely out of my hands. Now don't get me wrong here, I love the kids,
but it was nice not to have a question every five minutes. Each one of my
charges basically had a lad to look after him. I just lied back in the sun
and relaxed and had a blowjob every two or three hours. It was terrific. I
first muttered something about classes and school to Petros, but he said
that the Big Boss - he meant Sean - had told him I was to relax, get drunk
if I wanted, lie in the sun and have as much sex as I wanted. School was
going to start in earnest in a week or so. I took him at his word and
totally enjoyed being lazy. This courtesy had not been extended to Bran,
but as I was his boss, I could if I wanted to. I did.

I loved the time with Bran. We enjoyed each other's intellectual
company. It was fun to experience the way he thought about things. In the
past, he really mirrored my own educational theories - rather than mirrored
he parroted them. Stupidly on my part, I was flattered he had taken so much
notice of my work. However he started to develop his own ideas. I hadn't
listened carefully to him. I was too in love with him. These ideas were not
the broad sweep of concepts of my thesis, but more the nitty-gritty of
teaching. I loved it. He expounded on art being an integral part of
writing. How kids want to communicate, and the way tinies communicated was
by pictures. We should integrate drawing into writing - I suggested
hieroglyphs. He gave me a look that would have curdled milk. I shut up and
started to really listen - properly. He had an outline for teaching writing
sorted out in his head. I told him to put it down on paper and I would
assess it - academically and if it was any good we would use it in class.

He was ecstatic. I was certain now my lover was born to teach. He was also
born to fuck and we did a fair amount of that on our Greek island.

After a few days of total laziness on my and Bran's part, complete
relaxation of our security guys (and Lee, who was glowing), and Dimo who
rediscovered what being Greek meant in a number of different ways (Petros
certainly looked happy with a spring in his step and a droop in his trou),
we knew we had to set sail for home.

True to Bill's word, Roland was never seasick again and thoroughly enjoyed
putting to sea. More than any of the kids he wanted to go to sea again. It
might also have had something to do with Jens a young, blond, blue-eyed,
Danish crewman with whom Roland seemed joined at the hip.

Sadly, we left our island.

We finally arrived home. The kids were happy to be back in their own house
and so was I. Chayd carried on that the house would be a mess... cobwebs
everywhere, dirt piled up inches high and the kitchen a total dunghill.

He was of course, totally wrong. One of the things I had forgotten to do
was organise cleaning for the house before I left. Sean hadn't forgotten,
and everything was shipshape and Bristol fashion.  I noticed Chayd
surreptitiously running his finger along a window ledge, looking at it (the
finger) and grunting in disappointment at its perfect cleanliness.

We had arrived at about 6 pm and there were snacks and drinks laid out for
the kids. This caused another grunt from Chayd who loudly complained that
Jonathon (the Year 2, or Leo's, housemum) was trying to do him out of a
job. While our kids, Bran and I tucked into the food, Chayd stomped over to
the Year 2 house to have it out with Jonathon. He came back about 45
minutes later looking quite dishevelled.

"Aha, Chayd," I said, "It looks like you had it out with Jonathon... by
'it' I mean your cock and arse. Could this be true?"

"Might be," he simpered, and trotted of to his bedroom. There was a wet
spot on the back of his trousers. He had forgotten to wear a dark colour. I
pointed to it and said, "Look kids what Chayd's been up to..."

The kids roared with laughter. A very small revenge on my part for our
first day mockery of my dripping arse.

Dimo seemed a bit antsy and I knew what was up. I casually suggested he pop
over to the Year 7 house and say hi to Gareth. I decided I wouldn't need to
teach the speed of light to my lads, as it was amply demonstrated by
Dimo. Paul told me later that Dimo had decorously knocked on the door, and
Dimo started to speak to Paul and a couple of his kids stuck their heads
out to see who was at the door. Amongst those kids was Gareth and as soon
as Dimo saw him the action of rockets was proficiently demonstrated as the
little fellah leapt from the doorway into Gareth's arms. They disappeared
into Gareth's room and weren't seen for the next half hour. Gareth's
roommate played a video game with some other kids.

"Normally," said Paul in high good humour, "Visitors will tell me who they
want to see. I don't think that Dimo has the idea yet. But slowly he will
learn. Slowly slowly." Paul laughed. "He is so in love with Gareth, and
Gareth is potted over him. Ain't love grand!" Paul cackled.

I liked Paul who was some years older than me. My guess was he was about
36. I thought a screw with him might be nice and decided I might test the
waters one evening after staff drinks.

Suddenly I felt I was ganged up on by my family. Everyone was in my head,
and everyone had his arms folded, metaphorically speaking, and was tapping
his metaphoric foot, while looking at me with metaphoric narrowed eyes.

"Fuck off you lot," I thought out to them. "He has the nicest bulge, and it
suddenly just occurred to me you guys haven't had him yet. Ha and Hoh!
Jealousy's a curse..."

"But a bellyache's worse," came a thought from outside. Sean had stuck his
beak in and we all cracked up at the childish rhyme.

"I'm going home now," I thought to every body, "And I want a scotch and
soda with ice, and my assistant teacher better have it ready or there will
be ructions."

"OOOO," I sensed from the others except for Bran, who thought to me "Yes
massah". I laughed, gave everyone a psychic hug and wandered to my Year 1
haven. I really love my job. and the kids and my family and... I was
starting to sound like a hippy or something. I felt so good that it felt
like my chest was going to burst.

I reached my home, as I thought of it now. After a goodnight to the boys I
climbed the stairs to my eyrie. Bran was there holding a glass with the
amber fluid of my favourite single malt. He had poured one for himself as
well. I settled on my sofa and Bran gave me the whiskey. He sat next to me
and I put my arm around him and pulled him to me. We kissed, and I knew,
without a shadow of a doubt that this was my place, my home. Likewise I
knew that Bran with Giovanni and Leo were my life partners. I knew I had
ten little boys to care for and nurture and they too were part of my family
along with my special boys, Khalid, Adamo and Mehdi.  I knew at that moment
I was married to my men, my boys and the School. I still am.

The End (Well nearly - one little one to come...)


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