Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2006 13:42:31 -0800
From: Bert <dutchb14@icqmail.com>
Subject: Hillhurst Prepschool 14

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 that is against the law of
your country or your parents rules don't read the story.

However in case 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 14

It's the last advent Sunday and in two days from now the whole country will
celebrate the feast of Christmas again. Nevertheless people are Christians
or not for everybody Christmas is a seasonal turning point of the year. The
shortest day is behind us now and slowly we will return to sunlight, spring
and summer. All boys are waiting for their parents to bring them home for
Christmas holiday. Every dorm is filled with pupils, packing their bags
while joking, shouting and laughing. This is one of the rare occasions
where discipline is not that important. In the end boys will be boys isn't
it?

Ten o'clock sharp everybody, boys, staff and parents are gathered in the
auditorium for Christmas celebration together. It is so nice to
observe. All these boys in their pearl grey Sunday uniforms. Showing off
their youthful charms and spreading at the same time the erotic smell of
boyhood and recent showers. Scene and smell give me a full erection despite
the serene and religious atmosphere. Lars and Andrew are on my left and
right side. The auditorium itself is dark; the stage is illuminated by
spotlights. Our house chaplain starts the service with a short sermon about
the nearing celebration of, as he names it, the most important part of
Christianity. After that we sing together a number of Christmas carols
ending that part of the service with Silent Night of course. A short speech
by the school director ends the gathering. Only fifteen minutes later our
school is almost empty. Nobody there except Jamie, Andrew, Lars and I. And
the director of course.

Together we have an early lunch an soon it is time to drive the school
director to the airport for his flight to snowy mountains and winter sport
activities.

On our way to the airport the director sits besides me. The three boys are
in the back of my jag and very quiet. No doubt they still have to get used
to the idea of spending Christmas holiday in school instead of being home.

The weather is not too bad and the highway not that busy so in less than
forty-five minutes we reach the departure hall. Inside the terminal is
terrible busy for economy passengers. Check in with a first class ticket
however is easy and fast. Only ten minutes later we are on our way back to
Hillhurst.

Back in the school building the four of us walk to my apartment. For all I
open a bottle of sparkling wine and make a mixture of crème de cassis and
white sparkling wine. After a mutual toast and a first taste of the Kir
royal I undress myself completely. Six pairs of boy eyes look at me in
disbelieve.

"But sir", Andrew says, "what when somebody comes in?"

I smile at him. "Who do you think will come in?" I ask him.

All three boys laugh out loud. "Come on", I say, "let's enjoy our two weeks
of freedom and have some fun as well".

Without any further hesitation the boys undress also to their native
costume. Jamie and Andrew confiscate the couch; I take the easy chair with
Lars on my lap. We drink our wine rather quick and soon I have to open
another bottle after a strong request of the boys.

Soon their bodies and minds start reacting on alcohol and the cozy, loving
atmosphere. We cuddle and kiss together and our hands caress each others
penis at the same time. Heart beats are fastening and in no time each and
every one of us is in the mood for sex.

"Let's go down stage to our hidden playground", Lars says.

Four naked bodies leave the apartment and run through the school building
to the auditorium. The door backstage is open and a few seconds later we
lie down together on the large mattress and start our foreplay including
passionate French kissing.

Right in time the passengers of flight GL 845 to Munich and Salzburg go
onboard of the Global Airways 767 aircraft. John Hillhurst is the only
first class passenger on this flight. He sits down in one of the very
comfortable seats and the steward hands over a glass of expensive Champaign
the very same second. Used to traveling by plane he switches off his mobile
phone. A short period of time later the plane moves to the runway and soon
after that they are airborne.

Fifteen minutes later the aircraft crosses London city and is ready to fly
over the north sea.

A loud bang is the last sound everybody on board notice than as result of
the explosion the aircraft falls apart in pieces at an attitude of 33.000
feet. Severely damaged bodies fall down to the sea and touch the waves with
a light splashing sound. No survivors will appear in the press message
later on.

John Hillhurst will not succeed today in sending the necessary code to the
school building...

Temperature and hormones have reached the top. All four on the mattress
down stage feel the urge to climax into a tremendous orgasm and
ejaculation. Lars and I sixty nine each other. Jamie penetrates Lars and I
myself feel Andrews' penis enter my rectum. Soon we find a steady rhythm
together. I swear I am able to hear the rising of our boy juices inside the
four bodies. One more stroke inside, one more suck in two mouths and its
all there. Four different penises in four different body parts start aching
and itching and thrusting. All of us are trembling and in a split second
spurt after spurt of bitter sweet boy semen shoots out of our stone hard
and sensitive dickies. Totally spent we lie down close together and I am
the last one who closes his eyes to fall asleep.

The electronic system is waiting for the deactivating code but
unfortunately John Hillhurst is dead and so is his mobile phone. A short
click somewhere in the building activates a chain of reactions all over the
school building. Rows of explosives are crosswise connected and every split
second another bomb is activated. The whole building collapse. More than
two thousand liters of fuel sets the remains of the school on fire and
changes the place into an inferno.

No chance what so ever for anybody inside. The fire brigade can only cool
down some remains on the bottom of a large and deep crater...