Date: Sun, 17 Dec 2006 12:51:39 -0800
From: Bert <dutchb14@icqmail.com>
Subject: Hillhurst prepschool part 15

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.

I received a number of useless emails about grammar and spelling. From now
those emails are really useless because I don't give a damn. English is not
my native language and when that's disturbing for you I suggest don't read
my story. However if you like the story feel welcome and enjoy it.

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 15


The electronic system is waiting for the deactivating code but 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 collapses. 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...


Suddenly we wake up by a small explosion. A cold wind touches our
bodies. For a few moments we are just sitting there on the mattress looking
at each other in confusing. A door I never noticed before is open. From
there the cold stream of air touches our bodies in an unpleasant way. I
still can smell the odor of half dry semen we all released in great lust
and pleasure a short time ago. At last my brain activates and so is my
instinct.

"Come on", I shout, "grab a pair of undies from the wall of fame and follow
me, NOW".

Four naked bodies run through that till now hidden door and enter a
corridor. Constantly heavy explosions take place behind us but thank God
the corridor doesn't collapse. After a hundred meters or something like
that we reach a climbing point to the surface. In discipline we climb the
iron handholds in the concrete wall and after we have opened the hatch the
four of us in the school garden near the woods. Despite of the sadness of
the moment we enjoy in a way the fantastic fireworks what's taking
place. Countless explosions are sending large pieces of the school building
into the air and a real inferno of flames enlightens the place in a spooky
way. It's all tremendous fascinating. All four of us are still complete
naked with a pair of sperm stained underpants in our hands. Close to each
other we watch and watch, speechless, trembling.

Our shrinking penises and scrotums bring us back to reality. It's cold,
damn cold. One by one we put on the underpants we grabbed away from the
wall. "All right boys", I say, "let's walk to our tree house and see what
we can find there to warm ourselves. When we are there we'll discuss what
to do now our school building is destroyed."

Together we walk into the forest, a rather painful experience for our bare
feet. Without any difficulties we find our way to the tree house and soon
we're there. We climb the ladder and upstairs we find a blanket for
everyone. It's very quiet up here, quiet enough to hear the sounds from the
school area. There are no explosions anymore. What we hear is the sizzling
of the water the fire brigade is using to put out the fire. Besides that we
can hear the voices of the men present at the place of disaster.

"What are we going to do now sir?" Andrew asks. "Where can we go to stay
for our holiday? We can't go home, there is nobody there". All three are
almost crying. They are boys after all, vulnerable kids.

I start kissing them on their lips, all three of them.

"Look", I start, "don't worry; I'll look after all of you of course. As
soon as everybody has left the place we'll go and see my car is still there
and ready to use. If so we'll drive to London to my apartment and stay
there as long as needed".

"But sir, where do you have the car keys? Are they in your ass?" All of us
start laughing out loud on that remark. It's good; it's breaking the
tension and calms down our nerves a bit.

Close together and covered by blankets we sit down till all noises and
sounds have gone.

"Ok, I whisper, "Let's move but very quiet in case a policeman has stayed
back. I don't want lots of questions asked when somebody sees the way we
look now".

Very, very quiet we walk back to the school grounds. Behind the bushes
between the forest and the school premises we stop and look around. I sigh
relieved. Nobody there and what's even better my red jaguar is still there
and undamaged.

Together we run to my car. In no time I find the car key hidden in a secret
spot. And no, I am not going to tell where of course.

Jamie and Andrew go and sit down in the back of the car; Lars takes the
seat besides me. The engine starts on first "request" and we are on our way
to London.

This time of the night it's going to be a 3 hours drive to London. The
heater is working well, the car radio is playing softly in other words it's
almost cozy in the car. In the mirror I see Andrew and Jamie are sleeping,
strangled together.

Lars is caressing my right inner thigh; it's making me feel better and
better, almost too good. Every now and than I touch his thigh with a short
stroke telling him I still love him and also that he's still attractive for
me. After an hour or so I ask him to have a look into the car papers
case. He finds what I need a hundred pounds in small notes.

I am hungry and so are the boys I presume. A few kilometers further there
is a burger king drive in along the highway that will be open for 24
hours. As soon as I see the sign I reduce speed and turn into the lane
where I can order some food.

Soon all of us enjoy the junk food I bought. It's not even close to the
quality we are used to but the only way to eat now. Entering a restaurant
in underpants and blanket is out of the question, even now a day.

In no time burgers, chicken nuggets, French fries and milkshakes are
finished. All remains we put in one of the plastic bags. We can throw that
away later at home.

Two hours later I park my car in the garage under the apartment building
where I used to live before I went to Hillhurst.

In the hall I ask the doorman for my spare key and than we take the
elevator to my apartment on 5th floor.

Inside it's nice and warm. It was recently cleaned I notice as I asked. I
had the idea already to bring the boys to London for some time anyway.

I send Andrew and Jamie to the shower first and show them where they can
find soap, towels and everything else they need. Soon they are clean as a
whistle and smelling like new born babies! I walk them to the guest room
and in no time they lie down on the queen size bed covering their selves up
with the large duvet. The moment I kiss them good night they are sleeping
already.


Lars and I have a quick shower together also. The hot water makes us very
sleepy indeed. Only ten minutes later we crawl together under the duvet on
my king size bed. Lars moves over to me and puts his arms around me while
my arms embrace his body. Our bodies make an intimate contact, penises and
balls are close together in an erotic touch. Satisfying without sexual
excitement. We're both too tired for that. Anyway, so far not too bad after
all...