Date: Mon, 1 May 2006 07:52:12 -0700
From: Bert <dutchb14@icqmail.com>
Subject: Hillhurst Prep School part 10

Disclaimer.

Of course the usual disclaimer is needed. This novel is a work of fiction.
School, boys and adults only exist in the mind of the author. Sometimes
sex, sexual acts and so on will be there. If it is against the law of your
country or it will shock your parents don't read it. If you have an open
mind and some knowledge about life, have fun! Of course the story is under
copyright 2006.  For them who like to email me: dutchb14@icqmail.com

Hillhurst Prepschool, part 10.

Yesterday was the first Advent Sunday. It's not my favourite
season. Daylight is relatively rare, twilight and darkness is there most of
the time. Winter is near and the sky is filled with clouds day in day
out. It's cold outside. Not the pleasant coldness after a clear and frosty
night. No it's the coldness of an unexpected cold shower when you need a
hot one. This season always fills my spirit with some kind of depressive
feelings. My saddest memories appear again. Like the sudden death of my
parents in the first place. Sometimes tears are filling my eyes and I feel
the need to cry again. A never healing trauma I have to face and should try
to live with till the end of my days.

Longing for the new spring and summer that's what I and many people with me
do in December. For Christians it's the time before Christmas, the day
their saviour was born. For me it's the period bringing us to the shortest
day of the year, the road to sunlight, new life in nature, long days and
short nights.

However, this year is different. This year I can stand this gloomy season
much better than before. Now the clear voices of my boys are there from
morning till evening. The jokes and stories they are telling. Naughty
sometimes, of course but their minds are filled with honesty. The signs of
love they are sending with and without words. Meeting eyes for a few
seconds, a smile or a hand grabbing mine on our walks in the woods. Boyish
minds integrated in maturing bodies, but still boys yet. Here I have
learned to give love means receiving it back a thousand times. This place
helped me to discover happiness in the real sense of the word. Having all
these thoughts I am on my way to the auditorium. Backstage, as I am told, I
can find enough Christmas decorations for our living room. Yesterday we
went to the wood to find a nice Christmas tree. That tree is already in our
living room and this afternoon after classes we will decorate the tree and
the room as well.

The auditorium is large and very quiet. After reaching the backstage part I
start looking around to find the decoration materials I need. Everything is
stored in boxes with labels telling me what's in it. Soon I have find and
gathered everything needed. Looking around I spot a small door. I try to
open the door but it's locked. No problem of course. Like every staff
member I have a mother key and that one opens this door also without any
trouble. After opening I spot a staircase leading to a large room under the
stage. It's completely dark here till I find the switch. A single bulb
spreads enough light to see what's there. The temperature here is nice due
to the fact that the central pipes of our heating system are located
here. I didn't know what to expect but this certainly is beyond my
expectations. On the floor are several mattresses and one wall is covered
with Y-fronts. All underpants show now yellow semen stains and besides that
the name of the owner as well! I laugh out loud because of the
confrontation with this exhibition of boys pride in a perfect hide out. One
of them must have stolen the key a long time ago and nobody
noticed. Curiously I walk over to the Y-fronts to discover that all of my
boys except Tom and the twins have sacrificed pants and sperm. Jamie's
contribution to this "wall of fame" is also already there and now, looking
back I understand where the visits to friends in other groups have
ended. Especially on Sundays I realize myself now and have to laugh
again. These angelic faces when they asked my permission to leave for a
while. I had no idea but that's mainly, of course, because of my own
naivety! Anyway, it's not difficult to guess what's happening on these
mattresses between the honourable members of this exclusive boys club.

I use the stairs to return to my decoration materials and close this
interesting door again with my key. Still amused and smiling I walk back to
our living room to drop everything.

It's still early and I decide to visit Johann Weinberger for a chat and a
coffee. The weather is foggy and it is unpleasant cold outside. While
driving to the village I switch the car heater to the mark max. Soon enough
the temperature in the car is much better and humming I reach my
destination. I can't resist. I have to go to the boy statue in the garden
for another look at it. Want to have something like that for my apartment I
decide. Before I can ring the bell the door is opened and I look into the
grinning face of the artist. "Hello Colin, good to see you. Come in", he
says. Inside he hugs me very tight and kisses me on both cheeks. I feel my
penis rise immediately to its full hardness. While kissing him back I
notice he is hard also. Johann goes to the kitchen to make some Nescafe. I
walk to the workshop and notice he is working on a new painting. A closer
look at this new one gives me an unexpected view. No doubt is possible;
this is a sketch of Jamie, Andrew and Lars.

"You are not supposed to see this". "Is that so" I ask, "why?" "Can't tell
you now I'm afraid, you just wait and see".

Together we enjoy our coffee, strong and sweet. "Any other new work?"

"Yes in fact there is another new painting; we can have a look at it after
we've finished our coffee. So tell me, how are you doing these days?"

"I am ok. I like my job at Hillhurst very much. All boys in my group are
doing well and I might say I love them all one way or another".

"Yes and I am damn sure all boys love you also", Johann says, "and I can be
sure of that because they have told me that".

I feel my face turn red, a real blush. Johann sees it and smiles to me. "Oh
Colin", he says, "Oh Colin you still are so damn boyish. How much I love
that pleasant mix of maturity and boyhood you are radiating constantly. You
are a complete and very charming temptation I can no longer resist. Come,
please come". He grabs my hands and leads me to a corner in the backside of
the workshop. A corner I haven't noticed so far. When he opens a curtain I
see a large bed under walls covered with paintings of boys. Naked boys and
all erected. Together we go in and Johann closes the curtain again. The
light is faded now inside, not dark but some kind of twilight. We embrace
each other and I feel his hands starting to caress my back and bum. In me
there is no hesitation anymore. Slowly I move my head towards him till our
lips meet. My penis is hard as a rock and my entire body is tensed, longing
for satisfaction.  A little violent I press my tongue inside his mouth and
we kiss for several minutes. My hands are touching his body everywhere I
can reach. Our crotches are pressed together and I can feel he is as horny
as I am. Slowly we undress each other till we are both completely in the
nude. Words are not necessary now. We lay down on the bed face to face. How
I need the cuddling and caressing. Looking after my boys, even having sex
with them so far had only one dimension. Pleasing them in the first
place. This time I am the most important person. I can feel that by the way
Johann is treating me. He is looking after me in fact. Every sigh or moan
he translates into the right answer to my wishes and desires. Slowly he
builds up my arousal and excitement. In my brain another desire comes up
like a light flash. "Come", I whisper, "come inside me. I need you to
penetrate me. You're the one to steal my virginity. Do it; please do it
now".

I turn to my back and raise my legs till my knees are resting against my
body. My eyes are closed in anticipation. A few seconds later the hot and
slippery knob of Johanns' penis rests against my anus. "Relax", Johann
whispers, "I start penetrating now. You push back like you while
dumping". Slowly he starts his pushing forward. I feel fully
relaxed. Pushing back the way he told me I feel that my opening
widens. There is some initial pain but bearable. Hands are grabbing my hips
and with one powerful thrust his penis is in; completely inside me. I feel
completely filled. Johann starts thrusting up and down. A new experience
hits me. With every thrust upwards his penis head touches a spot from where
very intense signals are send to my penis. Lots of precum are there, all
the time. Then the moment is there. I feel Johann's penis growing, longer
and wider. One more thrust upwards and it is there. Eight jets of semen he
shoots with great power against that same spot. It's too much for me and my
own member shoots his load high into the air before it lands on my breast
and stomach. Firework starts in my brain and I almost faint. Johann pulls
his penis out with a plopping sound, like opening a bottle of
Champaign. Clamped together we enjoy the afterglow of our mutual and
intense orgasm. I feel satisfied and peaceful in my mind. Although I don't
love Johann like I love Lars, I don't regret I followed my horny desire
this morning.  "Thank you", I whisper into his ear, "this was great. But I
have to tell you something". Johann looks into my eyes. "Sssttt", he says,
"I know your heart belongs to Lars. Don't worry about that.

I like you a lot and I am sure you like me also. That's enough for me, more
than enough. If you don't want to have sex with me anymore, just tell me
and will not force you in any way. And that's a promise Colin".

Together we rise from the bed and take a shower together. Clean and naked
we walk back to the workshop to put on our cloths again. Johann takes me by
my hand again and leads me to his new painting. It's rather tall boy
leaning against a rock. His genitals are looking mature but there is no
pubic hair what so ever. Having a close look at the face of the model he
looks familiar to me. I am pretty sure I have seen him before. It's like
the artist can read my mind. "It's a village boy and he was talking about
you. He mentioned you were walking along the schoolyard one day and he was
hoping to see you again". Now I remember. He was the somewhat isolated boy
making eye contact with me that day. "What's his background?" I ask.

"He is the only kid of a well off family. Has everything he wishes. However
his parents are to busy, business and social, to pay much attention to
him. I met him in the forest one day and we started talking. Since than he
visits me very often".

"And why he was hoping to see me again?" "I'm not sure but I have the
impression he wants to go to Hillhurst". "Oh, well ok, may be I can meet
him here some day. By the way looking at him I expected some pubic hair".

"Well to be honest I skipped that. He is shaving his pubic hair now
anyway".

I grin. Boys will be boys I say to myself. I kiss Johann on his lips. "Have
to go now", I say, "Duty is calling me".



Lunch was tasty and quit as normal. On Monday it's always let's say junk
food day. Hamburgers and hotdogs are served, together wit French fries and
some salad. It's not my favourite food but the boys love to eat it. After
lunch I decide to go for a walk in the forest around the school. The sky is
somewhat clearer now and the sun shines every now and than. So nature is
looking more inviting now than it was this morning. However when I leave
the building using the backdoor I spot one of the older pupils with one of
the youngest.

The smallest one looks like six may be seven years old to me. Somehow I got
the impression something was very wrong with this. They are not supposed to
walk around during class hours of course. Also the way the small boy looks
at me tells me he is unhappy with the situation. I put my finger against my
lips telling him to remain quit and not to tell he saw me to his companion.
I follow them keeping some distance and fortunately the large boy hasn't
seen me and never looks around or back. They enter the forest and I can see
them disappear behind some bushes. Walking faster I reach the spot, just in
time to hear the small boy crying. "No", he shouts, "No, I don't want
that. It hurts". I break through the bushes the moment the large boy
attempts to penetrate the small one.

The same moment I feel a tremendous anger flow through my mind and body.
Grabbing the large boy around his neck I dash him against a tree. "What do
you think you're doing?" I shout to him. "Back to the school and straight
to the director's office. Now!" He looks into my eyes and I see pure hate.
If eyes were able to kill I would have died the same moment.

The offender moves his Y-front and trousers up and walks slowly to the
school building. Now I can pay attention to the small one. After helping
him to pull up his underpants and shorts I hug him for a few
moments. Slowly the sobbing stops.

"Thank you sir", he says, "Thank you for helping me". His small hand in
mine we walk back to the school as well. I deliver him at the nursery and
ask the school nurse to keep him with her till I'll be back.

The rapist is already there and I take him with me into the boss'
office. After my review the boss looks at the youngster. "Jesus Christ
Josh, you did it again huh? Well you know this was your last chance
here. Sit down over there while I call your dad. Thanks Colin I will handle
this myself".

I leave the office and walk back to the nursery. The small kid jumps from
his chair right into my arms. I take him to the surgery because I want to
inspect his anus first. Without any hesitation he lowers his shorts and
y-front and bends over. After I have spread his buttocks I see the expected
dark ring around his anus. This afternoon wasn't the first time somebody
wanted to abuse him. I realize myself I even don't know his name yet so I
ask. "Ian sir", he says.

"Ok Ian", I say, "you're safe now. Try to sleep here for a while and after
school time we'll talk further when your supervisor is present. OK?" After
handing him over to the nurse again I leave the nursery. One hour to go
before school time ends. I need that hour badly to regain my balance after
this horrible experience.