St. Gilbert's Sports Academy

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St. Gilberts is a scholarship Sports Academy for young men 18-22 years from deprived backgrounds around the UK, providing excellence in coaching and tutorship in both Team Sports and Athletics, with the special goal of creating professional Sportsmen of all our graduates.

Established: 1908

Principal: R. Stevens

Part 9: Found in the Official St. Gilbert's Chef's Ledger - Various undated entries by unknown hand.

Chef's notes is it? I'll give you fucking Chef's notes, St. Gilberts. Your school has the dirtiest, nastiest, fucking sexiest cunt of Chef in all the known world. I should know, he's my best mate Eddie Lothbrok, and I'm going to tell you all about it. Lets see what Administration makes of this when time comes to review kitchen documents, lol. Yes mate, just found this notebook down the side of the sofa. Everyone's still asleep, so this'll keep me busy till the Lads wake up.

Fuck, I've had the best weekend of my whole fucking life, I swear down! Your fucking School, St. G's! Every kind of cute, naughty fit lad, all gagging for it. Jock lads, cub lads, twinky slim lads, white boys, black boys, everything in between boys. It's like Heaven. Never thought I'd wanna quit Donning and move out to the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, but I'm giving my landlord notice as soon as I get home. Ah, I'm getting ahead of myself. Where to even start tho?

Bruv, I'm going back to the beginning. Way back, so you get the whole beautiful picture and really piss your pants at the best bits. Three years ago, My mate Eddie Lothbrok wanted to score the St. G's scholarship more than anything. It was his dream. He was good at everything - basketball, football, tennis. Who plays fucking tennis? Rugby tho, that was his main thing. He's got a proper Rugby lad build, and looks so fine in his kit. But he could do it all, and we thought St. G's would take him on no trouble. Would have been his ticket out of our shit-hole city.

Somehow he flopped it.

Pretended like the turndown didn't bother him. Joked he was too much a Wasteman for college anyway, so we all got chonged and laughed it off. I reckon they could tell he was stoner lad - white boy dreads and baggy jeans. I seen the kind of boys they take at St G's. It's all chav lads and scallies. You don't even need to be any good at sport to get in as long you're the right kind of chav. They want the perfect townie charva looking peng in their publicity, so they can grandstand over how much of a difference they're making in disadvantaged young men's lives. Impress the Board. Persuade new sponsors and shareholders. A Wasteman won't do.

Ed's kid brother Duncan tho? When his time came around, he wasn't listening to Deftones and caning before breakfast. Dressed in Henley's and Nicce, clean-shaven with his skin fade and golden chain. Photo-ready. Pure St G's. He snatched the scholarship in a heartbeat. Eddie's little bro was stealing his dream.

He couldn't watch Duncan go while he stayed behind in Donning, and when he told me he was trying for a job at the School, I told him he was being stupid.

"You're not thinking thinking straight!" I snapped, "You won't be on the pitch mate, you'll be peeling potatoes in the basement! Watching Duncan through a window! You'll hate it, you'll quit within a month when you realise how stupid this is!"

I just couldn't understand it, but actually I just didn't want to lose my best mate. What if he did enjoy his new life and I never saw him again? It's no secret I was in love with him. He was always cool about it, even tho I tried it on with him most times we got baked and it got late. Sometimes he was high enough to let me cuddle him on the couch. Sometimes he brushed me off, saying,

"Nah bruv, you know I'm all about poon."

And he wasn't joking neither. He's probably Dad to small bevy of illegitimate tots in Donning, but who's doing DNA tests?

"There won't be any girls at St. G's!" I told him, but nothing changed his mind.

I thought he was soft in the head.

At least he kept in touch. I guess he was bored and lonesome, but we messaged constantly. I loved the attention, ngl. Pretended he was my long-distance bf. Most DMs was just him moaning about getting no action. I told him he'd have to turn gay if wanted to fix his blue-balls. He told me to fuck off a lot.

But soon he was dropping pictures in the Whatsapp, sneaky snaps of the talent on show. Fuck me, the lads at St. G's are fit! All looking fly in their School uniforms!

"Here's what you could have won," he'd tease me, adding comments like "FOMO much?"

At first I thought he was just trying to get me back for dunking on him the whole time - taunting his faggot Bestie with all these wicked pictures. And it worked, I was getting well jealous. I saved the photos to my phone and built an epic consolation-prize spank bank. But in the end I had to question Eddie's motives. There were just too many photos, and they were just too sexy. How would a straight guy know to take pictures like that?

"Mate, has School turned you gay?" I asked him outright, after receiving an impossibly hot pic of a bearded cub lad absently pinching his own junk.

Eddie dropped me a sly-face emoji.

No. Fucking. Way.

Honestly, no fucking way! I'd been trying to turn Eddie gay for years. My jealousy went through the roof as I started to wonder if he made a smart move taking the job at St. G's after all?

"Gay for the stay maybe," he conceded, adding "Mate, you won't believe how fucking nasty these lads are..."

By degrees he began to reveal stories of his encounters. It all kicked off with the dirty boys who hang around the urinals. Ed had seen them watching each time he went for a slash, and eventually gave in to the blowies they were offering. Later he was cornering lads in the pantry, choking them out on his cock when they should have been chopping onions.

Said he was getting that kind of action on the reg. Even sent me cheeky vids of their heads bobbing in his crotch. Wished it was me down there so bad. I watched avidly from the sidelines for months, too jealous to imagine I might ever get in on the action myself, but Ed came thru for me like a true bestie should. These boys wanted drugs, lots of drugs, and that's where I come in.

I do pretty good business in Donning, but out here in the fucking Styx, miles from anywhere, there's an untapped market bigger than I could dream of in the city. I'll be scooting back and forth an awful lot now to supply the extraordinary demand - and I'll be getting me my dirty kicks on the side while I'm here :)

Eddie told me come stay at his place. Said he'd invite a few boys, and I should bring my toys. Sounded like the plan for a banging party, and mate, it did not disappoint! I filled a sports bag with kink gear and blow, and jumped on my Harley. Arrived at Ed's place late Friday night - a cute cottage they rent cheap off the School.

The Chefs all live there together - Eddie, Keanu and Luke. Sound Lads, and dead sexy. Ed pulled up some new records (always playing Dj) and we slumped on the sofas to roll a nice fat bifta. K was chatting excitedly about the all the fit lads he was slapping, showing me some filthy vids on his phone, and Luke got his dick out and started wanking it right there in front of us all.

"Got a mad stoner boner..." he explained casually.

My kind of boys!

Then Ed settled down to tell me about the boys he'd invited to the party the following day - his little brother Duncan's mates. They'd been round the cottage before, but only to play video games. Ed had extended the same invitation again, but this time with a view to jump them with some surprise gay sex.

"Six of them, four of us..." Keanu grinned idiotically.

"I can multitask," Luke snickered.

"Yeah well, you know which one I want?" Ed teased, cocking an eyebrow as I passed him the joint.

"Not the ginga!" K whined, "You know I wanted him, Bruv! I was sayin', wasn't I! You know I wanna slap his arse so bad, Mate please!"

"Chill Bruv, I don't want your gingersnap," Ed rolled his eyes,

Something about the way Ed was slouched let me guess at what he'd been hinting. I knew him too well.

"No! Mate, do you want to fuck Duncan?"

"Yeh," he quipped thru vapoury smoke rings.

Keanu's eyes nearly popped out of his stupid fucking head,

"Mate, you want to fuck your own brother?"

"Yeah," Ed repeated, totally unbothered.

"Are you sick in the fucking head?" Keanu balked.

"Yep," Eddie cracked a smile, grabbing his crotch to squeeze on the semi stirring there.

"Ed Mate, no! It's not right!"

"It's alright by me," I cut in quickly, loving this new pervert Eddie. If he was really up for something as extreme as brother on brother action, he'd easily give bestie on bestie a chance too, "I think it's fucking dope."

"Mate, he's your brother!" Keanu persisted, restating the obvious.

"I know, right!" Eddie smirked, "It's gonna be fucking lit."

We all stared as he tugged his bofty out over the waist of his low-slung jeans and slowly sank his fist around the base. Keanu wasn't go to let it slide,

"Luke, back me up mate, this is fucked, right?"

Luke shrugged, totally baked,

"I don't know, I think it's kinda hot..."

"Damn right it's hot," I sweated, blood pumping in my ears. Sat next to Ed, I could smell his dick as he worked it.

"Have you fucked him before?" I asked breathlessly.

"Nah," he puffed, passing the joint, "never happened. But I want to dick him down so fucking hard..."

"He's a sexy boy," I agreed, finding the courage to reach over and and take hold of his cock.

My heart was racing. After all this time Ed was letting me in. He let me take over without mentioning it, chatting about his bro like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Mate, you should see him in his uniform, he is fucking FINE! They send boys down to the kitchen to do chores and that, and he's always larking about with his sexy mates."

"Fuck, I wanna watch." I blurted, "I want to see him suck your cock."

"Yeah, and me," Luke agreed, jerking himself more lavishly.

Ed clocked the thirsty look on my face, and finally relented.

"Go on then son, hop on. I kept you waiting long enough."

Without missing a beat I was on him, plunging my chops on his meat, the wide oval of his fat shaft filling my neck and drooling it's sap with smug satisfaction. Fuck it was so good. Honestly, Ed you're such a total babe.

They continued talking as if I wasn't there.

"You lot are fucked!" K despaired, "He's not going to want your sleazy cock anyway!"

"Mate, what's your problem?" Luke grumbled from his beanbag, "Chill the fuck out. You telling me you never even thought about it?"

"No way! Fuck off!" Keanu protested, a little too strongly.

Luke burst with laughter,

"Yes! I knew it! I bet that's your favourite wank fantasy, bumming your own little brother!"

"Shut up!" Keanu bristled.

Ed's penis throbbed in my gullet as he watched Keanu squirm.

"Is he ginger?" Luke scored again, "Is that why you fancy ginger lads? It is! You always wanted to pin him down and pack his ginger-boy butt with your pudgy dick! Look he's getting a boner!"

"Fuck off!' Keanu sulked

"Give over mate, your dick likes it, why don't you?"

"Fuck, tomorrow is going to be so fucking awesome!" Ed chuckled, relaxing more deeply into my beej.

As I guzzled, I thought of all the goth girls and emo chicks who'd sat on his dick. What an incredible turn of events! Ed wanted fags now, and I wasn't going to disappoint him.

"...yes Jerry," he muttered, placing both hands on my hooded head and pounding my face.

He rounded out his lazy climax with lovely sighs, splashing my throat with his spooge.

"We should have done this a lot sooner," he concluded.

"Let's make it a regular thing," I blushed, gazing at his deflating chub.

"Mate, don't leave me hanging..." Luke chimed in, and I turned to see him urging me onto his cock too. Luke's got a dong tho. 10" easily. He's a tall Lad with toned hairless pecs. He didn't give a fuck, pushing it all the way in till his balls bashed on my chin. I like a guy who takes everything he can get.

Keanu's stubby was short but proper tasty. Lad-next-door flavour. The kind that brings a smile. Best way to make new friends, suck them off, I swear down.

The Lads are waking up now, I'll have to finish this story another time.

*

Hid this book under the sofa. Of course no-one's done any housework, found it where I left it. Back down with more baggies and blow. Even met a Gym Coach who wanted to score, I swear everyone down here is on the razz. More dosh for me. Anyway, I've got to tell you what happened next.

When I woke the next day, Eddie's guests had already arrived. Lifting my bleary head out from under blankets on the sofa, I found six schoolboys sat around the room, all engrossed in FIFA 21 on the huge flatscreen TV. Duncan must have a key, and let himself in. I bet they crash here to hop on the playstation most weekends.

No one noticed me, so I took a minute to watch. These lads were beautiful. Pristine, boyish sweethearts in crisp short-sleeve white shirts, their school ties knotted loosely round the necks, each awaiting the mean dirty touch of their pervert admirers.

"Morning boys," I trilled from the cushions at last, tho it was already afternoon. The angels turned.

The gamers shot me a terse hello, returning quickly to the screen, but each threw glances back my way as the match proceeded. I rested my head upon my elbow,

"S'up Duncan, aren't you going to introduce me to your mates?"

Without taking his eyes off the game, and tapping madly on his controller, Eddie's little bro reeled off a bunch of names,

"Yeah, that's Kieron, that's Sean, this is Jason, and Andy,...that's dinky."

"Wait, which one's dinky?" I wondered aloud, astonished and delighted with this nickname.

"That's dinky," he repeated, indicating the smallest lad with a casual nod.

Me and dinks looked into each other's eyes for what felt like a very long time.

"Nice name," I smirked, praying God had sent me a nice choadie to bully, "Why'd they called you dinky?"

"Because he's got a micropenis," The cheeky one in the pink cap piped up piped, clearly eager to cause trouble. That was Kieron. I liked him right away.

But I wasn't in any rush. We had all weekend to look forward to. With a stretch and a yawn I stood tall, letting blankets and splayed sleeping bags slide off me - my ripped vest, my sacred geometry tats, my cock and balls, all on show. The twinks stared with open mouths, the soccer game forgotten.

I know exactly the kind of fascist, imperious institution they're attending. Neat haircuts and polished boots, alarm calls and endless detentions. I represent the total opposite of everything they're being taught - the dirty drop-out they were told to steer clear of. With all eyes on me, I strode into the pokey toilet under the stairs on the left, and did a loud, obnoxious splashy piss. Didn't close the door neither. I let them watch, and winked at dinky. Didn't flush. Then I crashed back down on the sofa with a tooth brush, and scrubbed my teeth, heart racing with the thrill of presiding bollock naked amongst such pretty schoolboys.

I might be a stoner, but I'm in good shape. Not a Dad bod like Ed and Keanu. I could feel the lads' eyes all over me, even as they resumed their game. I got to work rolling a big spliff,

"Ed tells me it's all gay boys at your school," I teased. No one answered me back, so I prodded further, "Said he spends half the day just spanking you faggots."

"We've all had a pat, yeah..." Kieron grinned.

"Not me!" Duncan was quick to make clear.

"Some have had a bit more than that," Jason bragged.

"I've seen the evidence," I countered, recognising the lad from one of Ed's vids, "You were spluttering like a pump. Got that one saved to my favourites."

He blushed.

Licking my bifta shut, I lit the end pensively.

"You got Street Fighter?" I enquired. They did. "Alright, Street Fighter death-match. Winner stays on, loser has to do a dare,"

The boys scoffed nervously, but they were up for it.

"Who's up first?" I pressed, and Kieron volunteered himself like a good boy. Duncan tossed me his controller, "I'm always Chun Li."

"No, I'M always Chun Li," he tried me with naughty twinkle in his eye.

So I played blue Chun Li and he was pink Chun Li. He played a terrible game. I slapped that bitch down. The boys were howling and heckling on all sides, adding extra drama to the contest, and Kieron flung his control in brattish defeat when I delivered my KO.

"You lose!" I announced unnecessarily, basking in my victory, "Give me your pants."

It was a soft dare, but we were just getting started, and his mates seemed excited about it. Abashed, Kieron dragged his trousers down his smooth dark thighs and slipped out of his white briefs, handing me the delicate garment with furrowed brows. So nice to see his pretty circumcised willy, everyone looked at it. Then I made a show of opening his panties and sniffing out the crotch. Like a good boy he'd left such a lovely smell inside - a sweet fragrant musk. I let his mates know just how wonderful it was,

"Your peeny smells fucking peng, boyo"

Gave me a proper boner, which I did nothing to disguise. Pulling the rag over my head and wearing it round my neck like a bandana, I pushed for another player to come forward,

"Who's up next then?"

Jason took up the controller with a brave smile. His teeth are mint. Looks like a Blakely model. He selected Guile, and actually played a decent game. But I'm literally undefeated, and thrashed him no trouble. He conceded graciously. His mates hushed one another to hear the penalty I'd sentenced him with.

"Go upstairs and wake Ed," I told him, "but you have to call him Daddy."

The boys thought that was hilarious. They hollered and guffawed.

"I swear you lot are going to wake him before he gets there,"

Already cringing, Jason got his feet and stared into the shadows at the top of the stairs,

"Which one's his room?" he scratched his head, looking FINE.

"First on the right," I informed him.

The others hung at the bottom of the steps, going silent to watch how it played out. I listened from the sofa, sparking up my joint. He knocked the bedroom door too lightly to get a response.

"Daddy?" he asked softly. The boys snickered, struggling to suppress their hysterics.

"That's Luke's room!" Duncan objected.

"Is he knocking the wrong door?" I face-palmed, "what a muppet."

Jason knocked again more loudly, causing the door to swing slightly with a creak.

"Daddy, it's time to get up..."

"Da fuck?" came the unmistakable groans of the sleepy Chef, "Who's that?"

"Hey Daddy..." Jason persisted with a gulp, "it's time to wake up,"

"Get in here..." Luke told him.

And with that Jason shut the door behind him. The lads gasped and gossiped at what they'd just seen.

"Duncan, you're next," I announced, not giving anyone else the chance to nominate themselves, and recalling the crowd to the living room. Duncan took up the challenge without complaint tho, clearly fancying himself a good Street Fighter.

Opting to play as Ryu, Duncan gave me the best game of the three, and was the only one to actually win a round against me. Got the lads cheering him on and that, but I wasn't shaken, and went on to slap him down in the final round. Plenty of drama, lots of fun.

Rummaging my sports bag, I pulled out a chastity cage and placed it on the coffee table - a black silicone trainer.

"You've got to put this on."

You could tell the boys had only ever seen one in pornos before. Spurred by the sight of it, they gathered to get a better look.

"Cage on," I told Duncan flatly.

He sucked his teeth as if to dismiss the forfeit, but I wasn't going to stand for that, and neither were his schoolmates.