Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2006 13:04:15 -0700
From: Bert <dutchb14@icqmail.com>
Subject: Hillhurst part 12

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 the address has changed into:
blueshorts@hushmail.com

Hillhurst prep school part 12

It's Wednesday afternoon again. For the smaller ones it's only classes for
half a day to give them the break they need. Many times the older pupils
make slightly jealous remarks on that, telling me again and again school is
very tiring for them also! I always laugh that away and invite them to
raise their lazy ass from the chair they are sitting on and pay attention
to all these life saving intellectual stuff they all need so badly.

Right after lunch little Ian grabs my hand and walks with me to my
apartment. Since the attempted rape, now several weeks ago, he has become
much tensed and acts very nervous when he has to undress to have a shower
for instance. It's obvious he has lost his trust in adults including his
housemaster he is really fond of as a matter of fact. For some reason or
another I am not included. He still trusts me and after consulting my
former professor I treat him by using a natural physical approach.
Hopefully he will gain enough progress that way leading to self confidence,
trust instead of distrust and a return to boyish innocence. Besides that he
has to experience that physical contact can be pleasurable and doesn't
necessarily lead to pain and abuse. So far the little one refuses to tell
who was it penetrating him; no doubt giving him a threatening and painful
experience. Too many small kids experience these kinds of traumatic and
abusive attacks by adults most of the times even executed by parents or
other close relatives. The result of that is an almost hysterical reaction
from society. Because of that most adults became scared to express their
feelings of love to children by cuddling and caressing them. Parents,
teachers, relatives and so on express their love with their hands behind
the back and at least a distance of two feet to avoid each and every
physical contact. In future society will pay the bill for this, one way or
another.

Entering my living room Ian eyes immediately turn to the coffee table. Of
course it's there, waiting for him. A piece of chocolate, a glass of orange
juice as well. He runs over to satisfy his oral needs! Meanwhile I undress
him and after he has finished his snack I walk him over to my bathroom.
After the first rinse I take my time to soap his body all over. I do not
avoid his little boyish genitals, the small penis pointing out all the
time; the glans fully covered by the prepuce. It's still connected with the
small acorn and not possible to move it all the way up. His small scrotum.
Smooth and without crinkles. Two peanut size testicles hardly show off. I
am just able to feel spongy texture when I soap his ball sac. From the back
I soap his little buttocks including the bum crack as well. Further down
his legs and feet ask for attention. He squirms a bit when I clean his feet
between the toes. After another rinse I wash his hair to complete the
ceremony. As all the other small boys his haircut style is very short close
to a crew cut even. After a last rinse he is in front of me on the bathroom
floor. With a warm soft towel I dry his tiny little body till the skin is
pink everywhere. Than I lift him from the floor and hanging over my left
shoulder he is transported to my massage table in the living room. Gently I
place him on the mattress. Face down and bum up so to speak. Using
extremely aromatic massage oil I start the tender, very, very soft massage
he likes so much. As soon as my hands are touching his skin, he purrs like
a kitten and doesn't make any movement at all. After about 15 minutes he
turns himself without any request to do so. When I reach his legs again he
spreads them enough to be able to touch the inside of his thighs also. In
the end I oil his genitals with my fingertips. This part is not like a
massage, just adding some oil to feed that skin parts too. Slowly I bend
over and place a soft kiss on his forehead, both cheeks and another one on
his cherry red smooth lips. As always not a word was spoken during the last
hour or so. Ian just enjoys this physical attention very much; absorbing my
feelings of love, real love.

I lift him from the table and carry him over to my bed. Together we crawl
under the duvet and almost immediately my little friend falls asleep. He is
resting close to my body and his boyish heat radiates to me like an
infrared lamp. His breathing is slow and deep, he's sleeping like only
little boys can do. As always he wakes up after exactly thirty minutes. I
pretend I am still sleeping. Ian kisses me and bites the tip of my
nose. Still pretending I do as I wake up very suddenly and grab his little
body to tickle him everywhere. Giggling and squirming he tries to escape
from my hands but no chance.

"Stop sir, or I'm going to wet your bed", he yelps.

Together we walk to the living room where he dresses himself again in his
school uniform. Meanwhile I make tea. "Sugar or honey", I ask from the
kitchen. "Honey please sir, and biscuits as well please", is the reply from
the living room.

It's not Ian's voice but Jonathans', his group supervisor. He always comes
in for tea to collect his pupil and to make the transfer to the group
easier for Ian. We sit together enjoying our cup of tea and talking about
minor subjects. Just before they go Jonathan makes eye contact with me
asking that way Ian told me about his secret offender. I just can shook my
head in disappointment and off they are.

Just a few minutes later I hear my group running along the corridor to the
living room for tea and biscuits as well. Before I go there to join Anthony
enters my living to check on his penis. Without any shame or reluctance he
lowers his shorts and y-front giving me access to his privates. Together we
have a look and it is obvious the healing process is completed. His
foreskin now covers around twenty five percent of his glans. With his
permission I retract his prepuce and check the frenulum or the nerve like
my boys name it. The connection between foreskin and the nerve is still
intact. Moving the remained foreskin up and down a few times Anthony's
penis becomes alive changing into a healthy boy's stiffie. The colour of
his cheeks changes immediately into a deep red and the expression of his
face is one of confusion. "Oh sir", he says, "I didn't mean to sir". I send
him a comforting smile. "Don't worry kiddo. It's a perfectly normal
reaction when somebody touches your penis like this. By the way are you
already used to it now? The head is very sensitive and is now touching your
underpants all the time when you sit or walk."

"Oh, well sir", he replies, "You are right it is sensitive and it's getting
hard all the time; but to be honest that already was happening to me before
the accident". "Well than you are content with it after all", I decide for
him. Anthony looks at me. "Well to tell you the truth sir I like it the way
my dickie is now. Before the operation the skin was too long and I hated
that. After peeing I always had to dry everything with toilet paper and now
I simply can shake off the last drops".

That's the sunny side of youth I presume. Almost everything has a bright
side for them and they are still able to accept all events in life as not
threatening, natural and normal.

"Ok lad", I say, "Anything else on your mind?"

Anthony hesitates before opening his mouth again. "In fact there is
something I need to talk about with you sir". "It sounds to me you're going
to need more time for that than a few minutes", I say to him.

"Think so too sir". "Well, unless it really can't wait we better talk after
lights out". "That's ok sir, I can wait till than".

In the living room all boys are enjoying their tea and biscuits, a few are
watching TV but most of them are just talking together. Andrew is the one
bringing me my tea and biscuits and sits down besides me. "What was the
conversation about?" I ask him. Andrew grins. "Well sir", he starts,
"Yesterday Jamie and me walked to the tree house to check everything is ok
there. After we entered the wood suddenly a man jumped forward from behind
the bushes. He opened his raincoat and we noticed he wasn't wearing
anything else but that coat. His dick was very big and very hard and we
didn't know what to do. We were like frozen to the ground and we just
looked to that guys' crotch. And than sir, than he has shoot a lot of sperm
in our direction without even touching his penis. I swear sir, his sperm
landed right in front of us missing our shoes only one inch or so!" The
whole group burst out in laughing making more or less dirty remarks.

"Why is that man doing that sir? I don't understand", Sean asks.

"Oh boy", I say, "That's a bit difficult to explain. Well let me tell it
this way. There are men who are not capable to have friends. They are too
shy to talk with other people and surely too shy to tell someone he is
attractive for him. So these kind of men become excited when they suddenly
and unexpected show their genitals to other men or boys. By the way they
are completely harmless and you can do two different things; pay attention
or walk along without looking. More questions?"

No reaction what so ever so I presume it's all clear to them. "Ok", I say,
"Let's go for a walk; I need some fresh air". Andrew grins from ear to
ear. "Do you need your raincoat sir?" He asks in a very sweet manner! "No
thanks, not this time", a remark funny enough to laugh together again.
Together we leave the building. It's rather cold but sunny and no wind at
all. The fresh air kisses my bare thighs and I love that feeling as always.
A few weeks ago we asked the boys their opinion about introducing winter
uniforms with long trousers. Everyone with no exception reject that telling
me that's a silly idea. Like me they all seem to become addicted to shorts
as an easy and pleasant piece of cloth. Andrew is walking along with me
while the rest of the group is in front of us. We talk together about
everything and nothing so to speak and I learn the relationship with Jamie
is developing fine. They really fancy each other and for the rest of the
boys it is perfectly normal they sleep in the same bed most of the nights.
I have noticed these two lads have also sex together rather frequently
thanks to the camera system in the dorm. The way they satisfy each other is
still rather boyish like jerking off each other and sometimes a sixty nine
party together. They also like French kissing a lot as well as cuddling and
caressing all those secret sensitive spots the boy body is hiding. Walking
all the way with Andrew at my side I realise myself that Lars is avoiding
my company completely for several days now. It's strange because till
recently he wanted my attention as much as possible. I have to talk to him
soon I decide however tonight I made an appointment with Anthony. Well
tomorrow I've to see Lars I tell myself.

The rest of the evening slides away as normal as en evening can be. Dinner
is tasty as always. Watching TV for some time, Kevin's relaxation
treatment; soon enough it's bedtime again. I've send Anthony to my
apartment already to make us some tea. After cooling down a little too
naughty atmosphere I make my night kiss round. It's amazing all these
preteens and teens appreciate my night kiss that much. Lars is still
different. His eyes are looking sad to me, missing the normal glittering
and sparkling. He hugs me very tight and when I look at his face again a
single tear rolls down his right cheek. "Come to me after lights out
tomorrow evening", I whisper. "Ok sir, if you still want that tomorrow", he
whispers back. Obviously he is struggling with a big problem. "I can ask
Anthony to switch with you". "No sir, you promised Anthony to talk with him
tonight and than you have to", he says, "Don't worry sir, I can manage till
tomorrow". I give him an extra kiss and switch off the lights. "Ok guys;
don't play with yourself too long". Here and there somebody is giggling.

Entering my living room I notice tea is already on the table and what's
more besides my cup I see my box of cigarettes, a box of matches and an
ashtray. Well, well, I say to myself, this boy knows what I need after a
long day. Anthony already wears his nightgown. Obviously a last years' one
so it's easy to look at his boyish jewels from the position I sit. I really
like the way his acorn looks now after his partially circumcision. His nuts
are rather mature already hanging on the bottom of the crinkled skin
sac. The moment he notices I am looking into his crotch his dickie starts
to rise; lifting the fabric of his nightshirt at the same time. He smiles
at me not even trying to hide his genitals for me. I smile back. "Do you
mind I smoke a cigarette now?" I ask. "No sir, not at all, you please
do. Can I have one too sir?" I consider his desire for a few moments and
decide to refuse. "Nope", I say, "I know you boys are smoking sometimes
secretly but I can't allow you to smoke in my presence. I am sorry". "Oh,
it's ok sir; I understand your position".

Together we drink our tea; the fluid is still hot, strong and sweetened by
honey. I prefer normal sugar but of course I am not going to complain. Soon
our cups are empty again and after lighting a cigarette I ask him what I
can do for him.

Anthony remains silence for another couple of minutes. "You know sir", he
starts telling, and "This is difficult for me, really difficult. And I need
your promise first sir; you are not going to be mad at me". I wonder what
this, for him, serious problem might be. Of course I assure him whatever is
coming up I will not loose my temper because of it.

Again a long moment of silence is there. Finally a deep and loud sigh
escapes from Anthony's mouth. "Well you know sir; I know you love Lars very
much. And he says he loves you a lot too. But now sir, I love him too, I
love him a lot, I really do. And ... well you know sir... Lars tells me he
loves me too. And we have sex together sir; almost every day". Anthony runs
over to me and presses his body against mine after he sits down on my left
side. I lay my arm around his shoulders when he starts sobbing and sobbing
and sobbing. He really must have been very scared for my reaction to
him. With my right hand I caress his inner thigh. Slowly he stops crying
and to my surprise he starts caressing my inner thighs also. Yes his boyish
member is erect, mine isn't soft either. The moment he notices that he
removes my shorts and y-front in a split second. The next moment we are in
the 69 position on the floor. For one reason or another we know exactly how
to please each other at a maximum level. Soon too soon, the both of us
start groaning and moaning and the very same moment we go over the
edge. Our bodies completely tensed. Our penises give the well known and
delightful almost burning sensation followed by the sperm shooting. Spurt
after spurt fills our mouth, too much to swallow in time. At last we fall
down and clamp our bodies together. Completely empty we are and our balls
are aching. I feel satisfied, completely satisfied. Finally we walk over to
my bathroom and have a shower together. Back in the living room I have a
scotch on the rocks. For Anthony I prepare a boys' drink. Some scotch and
seven up. Without thinking I give the boy a cigarette as well when I light
one. The way he smokes proves this isn't his first one.

"I don't understand sir", Anthony says, "All of a sudden I needed to have
sex with you. And you know I enjoyed every second of it". "Same here", I
reply quit and calm, "Do you regret it now?"

"No, not at all, sir; it was great, really great. Does that mean we're in
love with each other?"

I smile. "No Anthony, I don't think so. I've no doubt we like each other
and for me you are really attractive because you are very handsome. We also
were kind of tensed of course but the main reason was the whole situation
made us simply horny and we allowed ourselves too listen to our bodies".

"What about Lars sir?" "Don't worry dude. I will speak to Lars tomorrow as
I promised him tonight".

Anthony finishes his drink and smoke. "I better go to bed now sir", he
says. After a kiss on his forehead and a `good night' he's off to the dorm.