Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2006 05:20:22 -0800
From: Bert <dutchb14@icqmail.com>
Subject: Hillhurst Prep School part 8

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 8.

Too soon my alarm clock wakes me up. It's 5.30 in the morning, an hour
earlier than my usual rising time. Kevin is still asleep. I take some time
to study his boyish and innocent face. He looks cute and attractive.
Although recently puberty hit him he still has the feature of a preteen
boy. So far hormones only signalled his balls to start growing. As I saw
last night, his penis just measures three inches or so. There is no body
hair what so ever. I realize myself Kevin has slept all night without
disturbing me for one second. Slowly I leave my bed and walk over to the
living room. I start the mantra CD.

Time for Kevin to wake up now. When I enter the bedroom again I see Kevin
is sitting on the edge of my bed. Our eyes meet and we both start smiling
to each other. "Well, well, my sleeping beauty", I say.

Kevin grins. "I slept amazingly well sir".

"I noticed that kiddo, you feel ok now?"

"More than ok sir, I feel fresh and not tired at all; and you know what
sir, I even forgot to take my pill last night".

"OK kiddo; let's see what will happen during the daytime".

Kevin follows me to the living room and knows what to do. In a few seconds
we are on the couch and he positions himself in the same way as last
evening. Back and shoulders on my lap and his head resting on my arm. His
eyes are closed and he is fully relaxed again. I move my hand between his
thighs and move up till my hand is resting on his ball sac again. His
breathing is very slow and calm. While observing his pretty face again I
start massaging his scrotum with long strokes up and down. The touching is
very light but I avoid tickling him. Exactly fifteen minutes again I
massage his ball sac. Than I remove my hand from his genitals. May be two
minutes later Kevin leaves his state of trance and looks right into my
eyes.

"Thank you sir; thanks very much".

"What about your medicine now kiddo?" I ask.

"Can I try without that pill today sir?"

"No that's too soon I am afraid. You better take half a pill before school
starts. Later on we can decide about skipping all pills, OK?"

His face shows some disappointment. "Do I have too sir?"

"Yes kiddo you better do", I insist.

A glimpse at my watch tells me it is close to seven. Time to check my
group. I send Kevin to the dorm and follow two minutes later. The usual
scene of running boys and talking boys, some fully clothed already, others
still in their nightshirts and a few enjoying their morning shower. The
central tap system is a waste of water I notice again. Have to talk about
that with the boss during our coffee session this morning I say to myself.

The twins are sitting on the edge of their bed showing off their long legs
partly covered by shorts and knee socks. That's what makes preteen and
young teens here so damn attractive even erotic. These long bare legs and
the real boy uniform they are wearing. Boys are still boys here instead of
ridiculous copies of adults. Government is complaining about the lack of
discipline in schools now a day. Juvenile courts become overloaded and are
no longer able to find solutions for their delinquent clients. School kids
are no longer proud of their own school. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Parents
also are to blame. Many of them are buying their children off with too much
money and material spoiling. And whole society collapse when a teenage boy
or girl under pressure of raging hormones discovers sexual lust and starts
practicing sexual activities. Instead of sufficient sexual education most
of the people start trying to forbid physical contacts. An attitude that
brings a high number of teenage pregnancies and unnecessary feelings of
guilt in the minds of our youngsters. Let kids be kids again, I think and
let boys be boys again. Don't demand they behave as grown ups because they
are not. Give them enough room instead to make their normal mistakes in
life and let them learn from those mistakes. Don't tell them to live their
own individual and lonely life but educate, protect and above all love
them. That's the message governments should send to their population
instead of bullshit about constant economical growth and full time jobs for
both parents.

Jesus Christ, I think, I sound like forty years old instead of a still
boyish twenny. My complaining soul is disturbed when Jamie jumps up to me
in a tight embrace of legs and arms and gives me his good morning kiss on
my lips. "Morning stud, you slept well?"

"Oh yes sir", he whispers, "Andrew and I were in the same bed all night, it
was nice and cosy sir really. Is it ok sir?" I smile at him. "Okidoki lad,
as long as you want it yourself I see no problem at all". He kisses me
again and I give him a fat one in return.

The breakfast dong is there and together we walk to the cafeteria. Together
with Andrew I walk at the end of the group. "You know sir", Andrew says,
"Last night Jamie and I slept together. Do you agree with that sir?"

"Sure", I answer, "I know I can trust you and I am sure you will never
force Jamie to something he doesn't want himself".

"Thank you sir and by the way it's Jamie's turn for sperm cake because he
has shoot his first little load last night. He woke me up for it telling he
was dreaming about you and suddenly got the nice feeling and all sir. You
can check the stain he made in my bed sheet sir".

I can't resist the temptation to tease him a bit. "In de bed sheet?" I say,
"It is supposed to land in his nightshirt".

A very charming pink shade colours his cheeks. My dear Andrew is blushing!

"You know sir; it was a bit hot together so we both slept naked".

I lay my arm around his shoulders and pull him over to me. "It's ok of
course Andrew, I was just teasing you". He smiles at me and kisses me on my
cheek. "You're the best sir", he says just before we enter the cafeteria.

Breakfast is as good as always and everybody enjoys his meal without
talking very much. Soon after breakfast the group is off to classes and I
walk to the dormitory to check on Andrew's bed sheet. I inspect the small
stain with my fingertips and it is hard indeed. My nose on the spot tells
me it is sperm indeed, only a few hours old. Dried by the body heat of two
adorable boys. Another first ejaculation in my group so I walk to the
kitchen and tell the cook I need another plate of `sperm cakes' this
afternoon. He grins at me and tells me the cakes will be there in time.

Leaving the kitchen I notice it is only eight fifteen so I have lots of
time for myself till it is ten o'clock and I have to go to the boss for our
morning coffee. I decide to go outside for a long walk and a couple of
cigarettes. When I open the front door the wind almost blows the heavy wood
out of my hand. The first November storm is there and I love it. As a young
boy I already enjoyed severe storm winds on my bare thighs. Always giving
me a delicious feeling of freedom. Sometimes even, when there were no other
people in the wood I took off my shorts and underpants and walked bare
bummed while the strong wind was playing with my little pecker, my little
sac and the tiny balls inside my scrotum. For a moment I have to fight
against the idea to do that again but I decide there is too much risk
somebody else is in the wood and will see me. The temperature outside is
surprisingly warm for this time of the year. With great pleasure I feel the
storm wind touching my bare thighs and sometimes enter my shorts legs
touching my family jewels through the fabric of my underpants. On this
relatively rare moment I regret wearing tight y front pants instead of the
wider boxer shorts. Finally I manage to light a cigarette hiding behind a
very large tree. Almost automatically I walk to the tree house to see if
there is any damage done by the storm. Tons of dry yellow and brown leaves
are falling down covering the grounds and the walking paths. Just after
passing a tree a large branch falls down either. So I am lucky
again. Breathing in and out I notice the typical smell of a wood in the
autumn season. It is that special mixture of wet sand, toad-stools and
mushrooms in combination with the scent of dying leaves.

The present combination of sweet memories and the constant stimulation of
my senses give me a steady erection, strong enough to tent out my
shorts. With every step forward my penis is stimulated every time the tip
touches the fabric of my Y front. Soon pleasurable small electric shocks
are flashing again through my penis and I decide to climb to the tree house
to have a good wank. Inside the wooden building it is even relatively
warm. I can hear the noise of the storm wind but that's all. My corduroy
shorts are the same as the boys are wearing what means an elastic backside
of the waistband. A belt is not necessary to keep the shorts up. I open the
front and lower my shorts together with my Y front in one move. My penis
jumps up, proudly pointing into the air and almost touching my tummy. I
position myself on the wooden bench which is covered with several grey
coloured blankets. It is more than comfortable enough and I start stroking
my ball sac slow and soft. My penis is throbbing on its own in the same
rhythm as my heart is beating. Clear fluid oozes out of the piss slit
making the head wet and slippery. With every stroke my testicles move up
and down. Strong feeling built up in my genitals and it is becoming more
and more difficult to avoid touching my penis. Finally I grab my joystick
and start stroking the nerve on the backside. It is all wet and very
slippery there, making the place very sensitive of course. Soon I increase
pressure a little and move my hips on every stroke on the nerve. At last I
can't stand it anymore. I cover my penis completely with my hands and
starts moving the foreskin up and down furiously fast. My testicles are
almost aching when they jump to my body. The point of no return is there
and the strong almost burning sensations begin just after my penis even
grows larger and harder. I move my foreskin down as far as possible. My
penis points into the air and there it comes. Every muscle in my whole body
contracts when the first spurt of semen shoots out of my penis. The
strength and speed is unbelievable. Five, even six spurts land on the wall
in front of me before finally the last sperm dribbles out and lands on my
legs. I am fighting to catch some air again and need several minutes to
recover. It was an orgasm of a lifetime indeed. After cleaning my legs with
my handkerchief I pull up my Y front and shorts. Time to go back for my
morning coffee invitation.

Ten o'clock sharp I enter the directors' office. Although I know already
there is nothing to fear I do feel a bit nervous. The coffee plate is
already there. Unasked I fill two cups and the both of us sit down on the
easy chairs located in a corner of the office. In silence we drink the hot
brown fluid looking into each other eyes every now and than. I am curious
who will be able to keep quit till the other person can't manage the
silence anymore. It's a well known counselling method and I am trained in
it. My boss smiles after exactly seven minutes. "You win lad", he says.

I act surprised by asking: "What do you mean sir?"

He laughs loud. "You know very well what I mean my friend. May be you don't
know but we have the same education".

I grin cheerful to him. "Well I didn't know that indeed but I'll remember
that in future!"

"Ok, well tell me how do you like it here so far?"

"I love it here sir. It is a very interesting and lovable group to look
after. And it's also the atmosphere here I like very much. So far I am not
asked to counsel boys from other groups but I am sure that will change in
the near future. I just hope you do not reject the way I am counselling by
using physical aspects in the process. It's my strong believe mind and body
are united in one person. The physical approach makes it easier to reach
the minds and deepest feelings of the boys. No doubt you've seen the way I
treat Kevin and the first signs are encouraging as I see it".

"Yes and what's amazing there is no sexual aspect what so ever during what
you call Indian massage. I noticed no excitement what so ever during the
sessions. How is that possible?" He asks.

"That's quit simple sir. The combination with the mantra music and the
whole atmosphere I create make it a treatment instead of a sexual
encounter. Although Kevin is cute and attractive my goal is to calm him
down and to train him to manage his MBD symptoms. Further on in the process
I will teach him breathing methods which he can use for the moments his
brain is trying to get him out of self control. You like another cup of
coffee sir?"

"Huh? Yes please".

I refill the cups and ad milk and sugar for myself. The boss drinks his
coffee pure and black.

"Are you going to try to skip Kevin's pills?" He asks.

"May be in future but it's far too early now for that".

"Ok let's talk about Lars", he says changing the subject, "that sweetie has
conquered your soul and body at once isn't that true?"

"I have to admit that sir. What I have discovered here about myself is that
my orientation is bi-sexual. I love that boy very much as a result of our
first encounter. I've done a lot of thinking afterwards and my conclusion
is this. Even when there is no sexual activity between us from now on I
won't stop loving him and don't ask me why because it's a matter of
feelings and I can't explain feelings".

The director goes to his desk and switches on his computer. Pointing to a
chair at his left side he tells me to come over and sit down besides
him. Looking at the screen I see a recent picture of Lars and his file. I
notice this file is a lot larger than the file I had access to the first
day I was here.

"Colin, you need to know a lot more about Lars", his voice sounds very
serious. His hand is resting on my bare thigh.

"To make a start Colin, Lars is the son of a middle range diplomat. His
father earns a nice income per year but his salary is by far not sufficient
to pay for his stay and education here. Important is also that his mother
passed away when Lars was eight years old. After the first shock his dad
started to take him to every post in the world he got. Those days he also
started a sexual relationship with his son. We call that incest of
course. However Lars enjoyed that type of attention very much and became
addicted to sex. At that point in the process he was sent to men in very
high positions and he collected a lot of very rich uncles so to speak. Here
is a list of them".

I don't believe my eyes when I start reading the `uncle list'. Royals,
prime ministers and captains of industry all over the world are present on
this list.

"Well", the director continues, "to avoid blackmail all of them together
opened a bank account and I can tell you he is the only boy millionaire
this school ever had. He is entitled to use that money right after his
twenty first birthday. Besides that his `uncles' pay every penny he needs
for this school and further expenses. A little more than a year ago the
press became a thread for all men involved. An embassy servant in a foreign
country was approached by a journalist who had received, let's say, some
inside information. All encounters stopped and Lars was placed in my
institution. Of course his sexual appetite was still there and that's the
real reason why three counsellors resigned before you accepted the
job. They simply got scared and fortunately you turned out to be the right
person within the culture and atmosphere here. Of course Lars can't be
labelled as an average pubertal boy with the youth he had. Besides that he
discovered that sex and love are different in the first place but also a
satisfying combination. I am pretty convinced that Lars loves you with both
heart and soul giving you an obligation to educate the boy in an honest and
loving relationship after you told him that you love him. Quiet a
responsibility I should say. I have to ask you, are you willing to accept
this obligation of love, and in other words are you prepared for a long
term here?"

I don't have to think for even one second. "Of course sir, there is no
doubt in my mind at all".

"Good", my boss says, "in that case I have one more problem. During
Christmas holiday there are three boys I can't send home. These boys are
Jamie because he is an orphan without any relatives, Andrew because his
parents are abroad and Lars because I have promised to keep him here all
year round to avoid the risk of meeting nosy newspaper people. My question
is can I ask you to spend this holiday here to look after these boys? I
really need a break after two years and made arrangements already for a
winter sport trip to Austria".

"Sure sir", I even don't have to consider the request, "I had no plans for
Christmas anyway. As you know I am an orphan too and have no relatives
left. It's going to be my pleasure to spend my holiday here with my boys".

"Splendid, that's all settled than, thanks very much, and Colin...I have
switched off the camera's in your apartment so feel free to do there what's
needed. Now go son, before I can't resist the temptation to make love with
you".

I smile and rise from my chair. "See you later sir and thank you sir", I
say while leaving the room.

It is almost lunchtime I notice on my watch. Most of the boys are in the
dormitory when I arrive there.

Lunch is tasty again and soon the group is on their way to afternoon
classes.

I go to my apartment. After loading the CD player with my favourite boy
treble disc I lie down on the couch and close my eyes. I need to rearrange
my hard disk inside.


Dear readers. I have to go abroad for a management project. The next part
will be there around April 16th.