Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2006 04:34:38 -0800
From: Bert <dutchb14@icqmail.com>
Subject: Hillhurst Prep School part 7

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 Prep School, part 7.

On my flat screen a letter appears. A letter written by my boss, the school
director. I am scared, too scared to start reading immediately. There I go,
I think. Even before the first week at Hillhurst comes to an end I'm going
to loose my job. May be he will not go to the police. Hopefully he'll just
kick me out; after telling me I'll never be able again to work as a school
counsellor or teacher. What have I done? How stupid I was. For just a few
moments of lust I am going to loose everything and everybody here. No
longer will I hear these happy boy voices every day. How much I love
already my ten pubertal devils. I can't miss them and I won't. Tears start
flowing from my eyes. Can't see clearly now. I need a drink and a
cigarette. While wiping my eyes with the back of my hand I pour myself
another scotch. After lighting my cigarette I return to the screen and
start reading.

Hello Colin,

Welcome to the club I would say. You have proved to be human just as all of
us here. I have to confess I had my doubts when you came here for your
interview. You were so goddamn controlled and, how to say that, so
decent. Yes decent that's the word for it. But decent in a way which is
neglecting the real needs of our pupils. Oh yes they are all from upper
class and not to forget very decent families. But when they enter this
institution they are all emotional invalids. They have parents but only in
name. Their parents are complete strangers to them. In the name of love
they are placed here. Placed? Dumped I rather would say. Here they start to
communicate with their body. Hoping they are cute and sexual interesting
enough to get some attention from the adults here. Of course we have
nothing against sex. As long as no damage is done there can be physical
contact between adults and boys as well as between the boys their
selves. However besides sex and the lustful side of life they have to learn
to communicate. They have to learn other social skills to survive in
society. They have to learn to love and being loved. You Colin turned out
to be able to give everything and with that of great value to our school.

Welcome again. Oh, by the way, I expect you tomorrow morning at ten in my
office for a coffee together. Good night son and sleep well.

PS. Press the numbers one and two in the next screen.

I can't believe my eyes. This is the last I expected to read. Rushing to
the next and last screen I see two virtual buttons and activate number
one. Another big surprise. On the screen I see a video in living colours of
everything what has happened in my apartment so far. The way I
masturbated. Andrews massage session and after that this evening with Lars;
all completed with every spoken word in almost hifi quality sound.

I relive these situations and feel my penis stiffening again. Yes it makes
me horny again but also angry. Where can I find some privacy in this place?

I activate button number two. What I expected is there, the dormitory of my
group. With my mouse I can move the camera to every direction and into
every corner inside the dorm. Somehow these infrared pictures are
translated into normal colours instead of the normal faded green. Not as
sharp as daylight images of course. However due to the circumstances the
quality is amazing again.

This whole equipment, including the glassfiber cables, must have cost a
fortune.

I move the camera to Sean. His duvet is on the floor and his nightshirt
isn't covering his crotch at this moment. He is sucking his thumb wildly
and I can hear the sucking sounds he is making. His penis is hard as a rock
and knocking his belly on every heartbeat. Sean has a nice set of jewels
and is by far the most matured member of the group. His nice sized balls
are clearly visible in the ball sac between his legs. I wonder what he is
dreaming at the moment. Deep asleep he starts moving his hips back and
forth and a few moments later his balls jump to his body followed by five
jets of thick creamy semen, landing on his nightshirt and stomach. On
second after the last jet he wakes up. After grabbing an old Y-front from
under his pillow and some cleaning he's ready to go to sleep again; this
time under his duvet.

Andrew and Jamie have found each other I discover in the next bed. Close to
each other they are sleeping peacefully and as it seems to me, fully
satisfied either!

There is Tom, our choirboy. Sleeping like a baby. Looking really, really
handsome with his dark hair and now closed deep blue eyes. He must have
some Italian blood because his skin has a light brown colour making him
even more adorable. Twelve years old now and as I noticed during shower
time, physically spoken a preteen kid. Penis still small and no sign of
growing balls either. Not a glimpse of body hair of course. His pure high
treble voice is magic to my soul. Yesterday he came to me to show his choir
uniform taking my breath away immediately. The uniform is all black except
the shirt and knee socks which are both white. The shorts are real
shorts. I mean the shorts of our school uniforms have to end four inches
above the knee. Te inseam of the choirboy shorts is only two inches long
and hardly covering the buttocks and just hiding the Y-front underpants. A
black vest with a badge on the breast pocket completes this uniform. He is
also the first soloist of the choir. In a few weeks from now there's going
to be a Christmas concert. Tom already invited me with a free ticket. No
doubt I will go there.

Lars? Well Lars is asleep of course. Breathing in and out deep and calmly
he obviously is recovering from his double orgasm and stuff.

Ah Jordy my kissing clown. Completely covered and sleeping. During daytime
he is constantly asking for attention and his jokes, at least most of them,
are funny. He was the one who more or less forced me to start with our
night kiss ritual. Now, only a few days later he is the one kissing me
passionately on the lips and last night he even tried to open my lips with
his tongue. I am curious already where he and I are going to end.

Next to Jordy; Timmy and Jimmy, a pair of identical twins. Sleeping
together in one double bed. Cute as hell and fooling everybody. I also have
no idea who is who so I have named them both "Tjimmie".

And than Anthony. My normal looking thirteen in a dozen boy. Perfectly in
harmony with himself and with the world. Running through puberty but
without much problems as it seems. He is humping his bed very calm, almost
slow. Probably not able to sleep he knows. Some sex, even solo, is the best
sleeping pill there is.

Last but not least there is Kevin our MBD kid. Without knowing he is
looking directly into the lens of the camera. Due to his minimal brain
damage Kevin is hyper active and a bad sleeper. Fortunately he is not
disturbing the other group members when he can't sleep.

With a last shot all over I switch of the camera and close the
connection. I decide to collect Kevin for a while and make him some
tea. Very quiet I open the dorm door and walk over to his bed. When he
opens his mouth to talk I place my finger on my lips and he
understands. Together we walk to my apartment. "You fancy a cup of tea
Kevin?" I ask. "Please sir, that would be nice", he replies, "Can't sleep
again".

A few minutes later we enjoy our tea in my living room. I haven't added
sugar to sweeten the tea but a spoonful of bee honey. It's enriching the
taste in the first place and also good to calm down the nerves. Kevin sits
with me on the couch, leaning against me. Due to the high temperature of
the tea he is forced to drink it slowly. Not easy for this kid being used
to do everything very fast. From the corner of my eyes I observe him till
his eyes catch mine. I smile and he smiles back. "Must be complicated for
you many times", I say. "Oh yes sir, it sure is", he replies. "Don't you
have some kind of pills to calm you down?"

"I have sir but they don't help very well, often these damn pills are not
helping at all".

I feel sorry for this kid. He must experience a lot of misunderstanding
from his friends and the adult world. I am sure every new rejection will
make him more insecure and will increase his problematic behaviour. May be,
just may be, the Indian approach will help him better than the pills he has
to swallow now. "Kevin...". "Sir?"

"I was thinking about your problems during the last moments. I think there
might be a small chance, really small I'm afraid, that a certain approach
is going to be helpful for you". Kevin looks surprised in my
direction. "How do you mean sir?" "It's a diet in combination with a
special therapy twice a day. The diet forbids all forms of sugar, chocolate
and candy, especially coloured candy. The only sweetener allowed is bee
honey. The therapy I will demonstrate to you in a few moments if you agree
with both, diet and therapy. It also means you have to rise an hour earlier
than the others".

The boy is thinking deeply for quit a while. Finally he looks straight into
my eyes. "Ok sir", he says, "If you are going to help me with it I want to
give it a try". I hug him and kiss him on both cheeks. "That's my boy", I
say, "Of course I am going to help you. Just a moment please". I walk to my
CD-player and choose the mantra disc from the rack. As my Indian fellow
student learned me, you have to play this ancient music very soft in cases
like Kevin. Than I return to the couch and sit down again. Kevin knows what
to do it seems. He stretches himself out to lie down. My arm supports his
head; his shoulders and back resting on my lap. My right hand touches his
scrotum. "Now concentrate on the music please", I say, "You better close
your eyes".

After one or two minutes his breathing slows down. That's the sign I am
waiting for. I start caressing his scrotum with long, very light strokes. I
have to do so for fifteen minutes. This is indeed a nerve calming
therapy. There is no sexual arousal what so ever. Observing Kevin's face I
see his still existing boyish innocence. The pink blush on his cheeks and
the closed eyes expose also the vulnerable state he is in this moment. His
full red lips are another landmark of his face. No involuntary muscle
movement is there. Kevin is totally relaxed. Escaped from his normal world
but totally conscious at the same time. Fully aware what is happening to
him.

Immediately after I stop the scrotum massage, Kevin opens his eyes and
smiles at me. "How do you feel?" I ask. "Don't know sir, different I
guess. Can I sleep with you tonight sir?" I have to think for a few moments
"Ok, but just for this night", I decide. I switch off the music and
together we go to my bedroom. We crawl between the sheets and Kevin spoons
against my backside. To my surprise he sleeps in less than five seconds.