Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2007 13:05:11 -0800
From: Bert <dutchb14@icqmail.com>
Subject: Hillhurst Prepschool part 16

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
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Hillhurst prep school part 16.

My mobile phone wakes me up at 5 in the morning. Lars sleeps very deeply
and even doesn't notice I leave the bed and walk to the living room. While
walking through my apartment I answer the phone and much to my surprise
it's an officer of Global Airlines who's calling me. Suddenly an ice cold
sensation affects my spine telling me something terrible has happened
before the airline employee has said more than name and company. In a few
sentences he explains to me everything about the plane crash and the fact
that there are no survivors what so ever.

I just manage to thank him and to save the number of Global in the phone
memory.

Than I fall down in one of the easy chairs in my living room and feel like
being unconscious. I can't understand nor believe what was told to me a few
seconds ago. Has to be a sick joke, must be. So many disasters in hardly 24
hours can't happen. I call Global Airlines again and most unfortunately
they confirm the earlier phone call and the message that was given to me
already.

I can't cry. Too many tears were used already because of other disasters in
my life, the moment I was told I lost both my parents at the same moment
for instance. Now I only can feel anger; anger to the airline, anger to the
whole damn world. It makes me furious; it's even difficult to breath for
several minutes. What to do now I'm asking myself every minute. No school
building left, the school owner and director dead and three boys in my
house I have to look after. One orphan, one I have to protect against very
rich and powerful boy lovers all living in London and a third one I can't
send anywhere too because his parents are abroad and I have no address of
any possible relative.

Nice situation, I think... Jesus Christ, how I am going to handle this
situation anyway? With the panic tears start to glide down along my cheeks
and I cry for quiet some time without making any sound. All tension built
up during the last 12 hours or so leaves my body together with my tears. At
last I manage to calm down. Able again now to think clear about the
situation I am forced into I make some decisions for this day. I decide not
to inform the boys unless I have to. Secondly I want them to be happy these
days and offer them an enjoyable Christmas period. Sure from the material
side they are well off but from the point of real family life they are as
poor as a kid can be. It's my duty to teach them how to spend one of the
highlights of the year in a loving and joyful atmosphere. And by God or
Queen I am going to offer that to them, is my final decision.



Despite the early hour I light a cigarette and allow myself some scotch on
the rocks. The house is still very quiet telling me the boys are still
asleep. Tobacco and alcohol calm me down now completely. I am capable again
to use my brains and to think clear. Tomorrow it's going to be Christmas
day so even if I want to take some action it's very unlikely I can reach
somebody whoever that may be. So, I say to my self let's enjoy the days to
come and let's worry about anything later. A face wash, shave and teeth
brush later I dress into a short pants suit completed with shirt and tie
and grey knee socks of course. With my collection of short pants suits and
school uniforms it's not going to be problem to find cloths for the boys
either. Since primary school I kept all uniforms and cloths together and
that's why my wardrobe is filled with boys' cloth on every square
inch. After ordering a large breakfast for all I walk over to my own
sleeping room to wake up Lars. Probably by instinct I enter the room very
quietly. Lars seems to be in a deep sleep but nevertheless I notice some
soft moans and some words I can't hear nor understand properly. One dimmed
spotlight in a corner spreads just enough light to see the boy and what's
happening. Not covered by the bed sheet I look at his glorious and gorgeous
boy body. Slim.  Kissed and tanned by the summer sun. My eyes wander from
his perfect formed feet along his long and really nice legs to his crotch
where his erect penis is throbbing out of a small bunch of very soft and
blond pubic hair. The short but strong movements of his boy pride are in
balance with his heartbeats I am sure. Speechless and almost breathless I
realize myself I am a witness of, may be, the most intimate moments in the
life of an up growing, pubertal boy, one of his wet dreams. The hot and
exciting dream pictures leading to what is called in medical terms
nocturnal emission. Source of pleasure but also, for the less lucky boys in
many families, a source of feeling guilty after the remarks made by their
fathers or mothers complaints about the stains in the bed sheets as a
result of only an overproduction of sperms or sexual excitement short
before the order to go to bed.

Lars becomes more and more tensed now. And just after I am able to hear,
yes sir, please go on sir, his penis grows longer and harder and erupts
like a volcano, shooting spurt after spurt of milk white semen. Most of it
lands on his chest and stomach till the spasms calm down and let the last
drops glitter as diamonds in his pubic hair. It was a fascinating and
almost scientific event I was able to watch that close. Interesting and
overwhelming in a way. Interesting enough to watch it without any sexual
reaction of my own body I discover. Erotic and exciting of course but for
me, now and here, my wish to expand my knowledge about up growing boys
comes in the first place. The brain commanding body functions. Hormones
activate the body into a long and intense orgasm. Reproduction,
satisfaction, lust, love and much more feelings all together leading to
this wonderful capability of the human body in general and more precisely
the male body.

And there is Lars. Calmly breathing now and looking very, very
vulnerable. To my surprise he even hasn't wake up after his orgasm and
sleeps again very peacefully.

Nevertheless I decide to wake him up. A soft wipe with a paper towel to
clean his body and a firm kiss on his ruby red lips is enough to open his
eyes. On his way to the bathroom he is!

Andrew and Jamie are spooning and snoozing together when I enter their
room. The smell is boyish; no semen was "spoiled", that's for sure. `Please
sir, five more minutes' doesn't help them and in one move I remove the
duvet exposing their naked bodies to the cold world. Well cold, my
apartment is well heated so it's not really a torture for them. Both of
them show their usual morning wood pointing to the air. After a firm kiss
on their lips too they rush to the bathroom to empty full bladders and to
wash.

After a short while the three boys join me in the living room with only one
question: what are we going to wear today?

Smiling I take them to my sleeping room and open the large wardrobe for
them. They all choose a grey corduroy uniform; shorts, shirt and tie. The
only difference is the color of their knee socks. Grey and Navy blue. All
completed with black loafers and a corduroy blouson jacket with elastic
waist and zipper. For everyone the right sizes were there.

We join together in the living room and wait for breakfast delivering. Soon
the house telephone rings and the doorman requests permission to send the
catering boy upstairs. No problem, a few minutes later we enjoy a real
English breakfast.



While the boys wash the dishes in the kitchen my telephone rings again.



"Mister Powels?"

"Yes..."

"Mister Colin Powels?"

"Yes that's me".

"Ok, my name is Henri Hillhurst. You heard about the plane crash I
presume?"

"Yes the airline gave me a call earlier this morning".

"Ok, no further questions over the phone please. I'll send a car in half an
hour. The driver will bring you to our office where we can discuss the
situation".

"But I have three pupils here I can't leave alone..."

"Bring them here too; they can watch a movie while we are talking
together".

"Ok let the driver telephone me when he has arrived and we'll come to the
front of the apartment building. You know my address?"

"Of course mister Powels don't worry".



I inform the boys I have to go to a meeting and they have to go with
me. Ten minutes later the car driver calls me and together we go down to
the central hall of the building. I explain to the doorman we were in an
accident last night and that the boys are pupils of the school I am working
for spending their holiday with me.

In front of the building a large Bentley is waiting for us. Even this kids
belonging to well off families get excited when entering a car like
this. Many times they tell me how cool this vehicle is.

After a while we reach our destination; A rather large office building. On
a gold plated shield on the wall I can read "Hillhurst & Hillhurst
solicitors".

A lady opens the door showing a smile to everyone. The boys are lead into a
kind of waiting room with an easy chair for all of them. A large screen
lights up and as soon as they are seated a movie starts to entertain
them. I've just enough time to notice they are going to see Billy Eliot
before she tells me to follow her to her boss's office.

Meeting Henri Hillhurst for the first time means a bit of shock for me. I
have the illusion my former boss is here. Even the voice of this Hillhurst
member confuses me because it's completely the same sound I was used to
hear.



"Sit down please Colin. You're looking at the twin brother. Jeez you still
look like a schoolboy indeed".

Our eyes meet each other for several long moments. For the both of us it is
a strange situation anyway and I don't know what to say to be honest.

"Sir, may I offer you my condolences. I am very sorry about the plane crash
and I am going to miss your brother very badly".

"Thank you so much Colin and please stop the formal approach. My name is
Henri for my friends and that includes you. First of all I want you to know
I am extremely happy we lost no further lives due to this chain of
accidental events so to speak. You please hear me out first and after I've
told you the complete horror story you are free to ask any question and I
will give the answers you need. No doubt you have asked yourself many
questions what the hell has taken place the last two days".

I smile at him as a signal to go on.

"As I understood from my brother he informed you about all electronic
devices in the school building including the cameras. My brother used all
these cameras as a daily routine and recorded almost every minute during
day and night. Being a boy lover he liked to watch the recordings during
evening hours in his room.  No need to tell you of course all this material
was, well, hot enough to satisfy a lot of pedosexuals all over the world
and worth a fortune. A criminal organization somehow discovered the
existence of these tapes and tried to force my brother to give the tapes to
them. Of course he became furious and refused.

Short after his contact with the members of the organization he undermined
the whole school building and secured the system. Each day a signal from
his mobile phone was needed to deactivate the explosives and all. This
worked perfect till the day he died in that plane crash. No phone signal
and...well you know the result perfectly well. All evidence has been
destroyed completely. Of course I wouldn't be surprised if it turns out the
plane was destroyed by a bomb of the organization I mentioned to you. And
now, tell me please how you and the boys were able to escape from that
inferno".



I tell in headlines the way we were able to escape and how we went to
London afterwards. As soon as I mentioned the room under the stage of the
auditorium Henri Hillhurst smiles. "The wall of fame was still there?" he
asks.

I grin. "Yes, and what's more a pair of my own underpants was hanging there
also!" Henri chuckles, "I am not surprised about that, you're still one of
them besides all other qualities you have".

I end my report and there are a few moments of silence between us. "What
about a drink", Henri asks. Some scotch and water, I decide.

"Ok Colin, what are we going to do now?"

"You tell me Henri. We've got a large problem on our head. In a few weeks
all pupils have to return to school but there is no school anymore".

"Do I understand you wish to go on working for Hillhurst Prepschool?"

"Do I wish? That's really an understatement Henri, this school and its
pupils has become the fulfilling of my life. I have to go on with it."

"Hurrah, three cheers for you. I offer you the position of managing
director now. Just say yes, please".

"No Henri, what I want to be is headmaster of Hillhurst. You have look for
somebody else to manage the place and to do the bookkeeping tasks. I am a
teacher in the first place. My task is to educate and to raise kids. That's
the profession I was educate for and that's what I want to do".

"Ok", Henri says, "to be honest this was the reply I expected
already. However I have to ask you to act as a managing director during the
rebuilt period. After that you can hire a manager to relieve you from
bookkeeping tasks. Dow we have an agreement?"

I nod yes and together we raise our glasses and drink to the new Hillhurst
Prepschool, rising out of the ashes like a phoenix.

"OK", Henri starts talking again," today a contractor has start filling up
the large hole with the remains of the building with sand. He promised me
the job will be ready before tomorrow. Right after Christmas temporary
prefab buildings

are going to be built and will be ready in time to use after the holiday
period. Right after New Year and architect starts working to present a
draft for the new permanent building as soon as possible. All this means
you'll be needed there the morning after boxing day. Is there any other
problem for the time being?"

I can't help grinning," Just a small one, who is going to pay the bills?"

Henri chuckles again. "Good question. I forgot to tell you. John had assets
up to a hundred million pounds. You are the only heir. There is enough cash
available to pay for everything. If you wish we can administer everything
for you and send you a report every month".

I agree with everything and after we have talked over all remaining details
it's time to return to the boys. Entering the waiting room I am able to see
the last part of the movie where Billy Elliot has become the star of the
show.



On my request we can use the Bentley again to Oxford Street and from there
we walk to one of London famous Carvery's; the type of restaurant to bring
hungry boys. That's where they can have all they can eat for a fixed
price. It's not the money of course inspiring me to choose a place like
that. It's just less complicated than ordering two menus for the same
person!

After we've found a table for four I order a bottle of Matheus Rosé wine
and together we go to the counter to load our plates with a huge slice of
lamb and beef, together with fried potatoes and a portion of England's
traditional vegetable mix; peas and carrots.

We all like the food and our constant filled mouths prevent us from
talking. It's not surprising at all my three boys walk to the counter to
fill their plates for a second time. No place left for dessert so I hand
over my master card to the cashier to pay the very reasonable bill.

Outside we enter a cab to ride us back to my apartment to spend the rest of
the day.



As soon as we are settled together in the living room a thousand questions
are asked about the school and the future. And also about what really took
place that night. Of course it isn't possible to fill them in about the
reasons of the explosions destroying the school building
completely. Nevertheless they are very pleased when I tell them Hillhurst
will continue and a new school will be built. After I have informed them
about the solution that was found during the construction period of the new
building I telephone Johann Weinberger to inform him we need to stay at his
place for a while. As I expected we are more than welcome.

After that our conversation changes to the movie they saw this
morning. They all liked this film very much and picked up the `red line'
telling them that when you really want something in your life you have to
work or even suffer before the goals are reached. Of course that woman
dancing teacher has been a great help but in the end it was Billy himself
who did it.

"But sir", Andrew asks, "that friend of Billy walking around in a girls
dress looked very weird to me". "May be", I reply, "but what's against it
when that boy feels himself good in his sisters' dress? People will tell
it's strange or even weird but anyway no harm is done to anyone isn't it?
Besides that I am sure many people will say I am weird too because I still
wear short trousers all the time, but I am happy to be dressed like that
because it makes me feel free and young and it reminds me of my boyhood
years. And I can tell you most of the girls in secondary school and later
at university considered me as very, very cute and I was rather popular
those times".

"Do you think Billy was a poof sir?" Lars asks.

"May be, the movie wasn't completely clear to me about that question".

Jamie looks at me. "You know sir", he starts, "what we are doing together,
I mean sex and stuff is all a bit poofy, isn't it? Do you think we are gay
sir?"

I smile. "No Jamie, I think we are bonobo's".

Three pairs of large eyes ask for further explanation.

"Look", I start, "a bonobo is monkey belonging to the chimpanzee
species. And as you all probably know those monkeys stay very close to
humans. In fact their DNA is very similar to ours. Well for bonobo's sex is
very important in their life. They practice all kinds of sex like
masturbation, oral sex and intercourse. They also caress each other a lot
to show their affection. Sex is the solution for almost everything; even
when there is a conflict they solve that by having sex together. Moreover,
bonobo's make love and have sex not only between males and females but also
with their own gender".

"But we are no apes sir", Andrew says.

"True", I reply, "the difference is that monkeys are not humans and
therefore there is no knowledge of religion. So for them sex and affection
are just very nice feelings, mentally and physical as well and they can
enjoy that without any restriction. A long time ago for us people the same
situation was there. However after the Christian churches came up they took
power over the people and started to teach them sex is kind of dirty and is
only allowed between adult men and women to reproduce themselves. Well I
prefer the bonobo way of life and see no harm what so ever. If it turns out
some day your sexual preference is to make love with males instead of
females or you are bi-sexual, so be it. In that case you were born that
way. Till you are a grown up it's my opinion you can experiment with all
kinds of sex with only a few conditions. Never force anyone to have sex
with you and for gods sake do not make babies by accident in the first
place. Besides that the moment you don't want fooling around anymore than
stop it. Sex will only give real pleasure when both partners want to do
it. But again I don't see, within those conditions, why we are not entitled
to have fun and pleasure together".

It's silent for quiet some time in the room. Than Andrew and Jamie look at
me. I nod yes and together they disappear to their sleeping room. Lars
crawls on my lap and we start kissing together ending into passionate
French kissing...!