Date: Thu,  9 Aug 2007 13:31:16 -0400 (EDT)
From: Bert <bert_hsl@myway.com>
Subject: Hillhurst Prep School II part 1

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 II part 1

Prologue.

Yesterday the new milestone was there. The reopening of Hillhurst prep new
building. Schooling and housing in temporary facilities behind us and all
of us, staff and boys feel happy and at home again. The new building is a
replica of the former one except the electronic devices we were able to use
before. Those devices had put us into serious trouble after all. Well, to
tell you a secret there are some cameras left. Where? Keep reading the
chapters to come and you will discover yourself!

I myself had a terrible time. Some nasty accident hit me and I broke both
arms into several pieces. Seven months and several operations I needed plus
weeks of intensive physical therapy to bring me back the use of my arms and
hands. All that time I fully depended on my secretary to write my letters
and to do the bookkeeping. However it seemed not suitable to me to dictate
the more hidden stories of Hillhurst to her as you probably will
understand.

Any serious changes in school policies you ask? No of course not! We still
are a traditional all boys school. Proudly wearing our short trouser
uniform and feeling happy to do so. Boys will be boys again, time by time
horny as hell!

Our yearly rate is still sky high what means we are there for the happy few
among us in society only. May be I will change that one day you'll never
know.

Ok, so welcome back to Hillhurst Prep School folks.

Kevin.

Its evening prep hour when I walk over to the study hall. Boys of all ages,
most of them rather green, a few somewhat more mature. Preteens, teens and
early adolescents sit together in complete silence to do their school tasks
for the next day. All nicely clothed in their school uniforms, black shoes,
short corduroy trousers, shirt, tie and pullover. Under the corduroy a
light blue y-front, supporting their balls and penises.

Some boys look up from their books and smile at me, making me warm inside
by doing so. Of course I smile back and make eye contact with them for a
few moments. Telling them in a non verbal way I love them and they can feel
safe in Hillhurst.

Slowly I walk over to Kevin. Our MBD kid. My absolute favorite boy and
still in need of a special treatment to calm him down, to improve his
concentration on his schoolwork and with that the level of his intellectual
performance. It helps, it still helps a lot. He is behaving well during
school hours these days. Teachers are happy now to teach our former problem
kid since he isn't a pain in the neck in his classroom anymore. Yep I am
proud of him and also a bit proud of myself if I may say so!

Walking along the boy he gives me a small note telling me: Wednesday sir,
our special evening sir? Can't help smiling, he still needs structure in
his life and he is not able to handle any disappointment in his life
yet. On de backside of his piece of paper I write in capitals: SURE, DUDE!

After reading that he shows a wide grin in my direction. At the same time
his hand slips into my shorts and he starts teasing my balls for a few
moments; giving me an obvious and not unpleasant erection of my dearest
member. Squeezing his neck is the signal for him to remove his hand from my
private spot and to be patient for at least another half hour.

Fifteen minutes later prep hour is over and our vicar appears. In the
finest tradition of the Church of England we all join in the daily evening
prayer. It always amuses me, these angelic faces in full devotion...

Only God knows what my boys are really thinking now. How many pricks are
rising already in full anticipation towards the remaining part of the
evening. How many special friends are going to satisfy each other under
pressure of puberty and sperms producing testicles. And how many boys will
choose for solo sex this time, hidden under their bed sheets; protecting
their privacy by the darkness of a dormitory after lights out. I love that
typical smell of dry boy semen when I inspect all dormitories of the school
in the morning. Every now and than I discover small stains on, till than,
virgin white sheets. Cakes with spermlike icing will be the reward together
with afternoon tea.

AMEN brings me back to reality of the moment. Again the building is filled
with the energetic sounds of all boys running to their group living rooms
for tea and a snack. Kevin grabs his stuff from the table and together we
walk to my apartment for his and my special evening just because it's
Wednesday...

Tea sweetened with wild honey is as always the start of Kevin's special
treatment. Sitting on my lap he enjoys his hot tea. The hot drink gives his
cheeks that wonderful and charming pink color. He looks more and more
boyish than ever before. Softly I stroke the inside of his well formed
upper legs, meanwhile kissing his forehead and cheeks every now and than.

A bell signal from my bathroom tells me the bathtub is filled with warm
water. Forty degrees Celsius is the exact temperature. After undressing we
walk naked and holding hands to the bathroom. I add lavender oil and fresh
lavender leaves to the water. Nothing in nature gives more relaxation than
the smell and damp of lavender. Before entering the water we hug each other
for quiet some time. Kevin presses his small body against mine. When
breathing out the air stream caresses the skin of my tummy in a very
pleasant way.

"Please tell me again sir", Kevin whispers.

"Love you Kevin, very much".

After this weekly ritual we go and sit down in the bathtub. Kevin positions
himself between my legs. My penis rests between his bums. After a while I
start caressing the boy again. Long strokes all over his body, softly and
repeating all the time. The water isn't cooling down. A heating element in
cooperation with a thermostat is responsible for that.

Just before Kevin falls asleep we leave the bathtub. With a warm and soft
towel I dry his body and mine after that. Another hug and some kissing
takes place before we walk over to my living room again. With the remote
control I start the mantra disc in my CD player. Kevin is on my lap
again. I start stroking his scrotum, hardly touching the sensitive skin of
his boy ball sack. He is still in phase one of the daily treatment. All
tension in his body and mind disappears bringing him soft and slowly into a
state of total relaxation. The number of heartbeats decrease and his
breathing reduce to an absolute minimum. His eyes are closed. Phase two
starts after some time. Kevin starts humming the melody of the mantra music
and glides slowly into a state of trance. Completely in his own world he is
now; no connection with me or the outside world anymore. Only when the
mantra music stops, Kevin will return to reality.

Now phase three begins. It's a totally new phase and also my friend, the
one who advised me to start this therapy for Kevin's benefit; he also has
no explanation what so ever.

In phase three Kevin's penis changes slowly from limp to a state of full
erection. In a few minutes his member becomes hard as a rock, foreskin down
completely and the proud dickhead pointing to the ceiling of the
room. Strangely enough there is no other sign of sexual arousal at
all. Kevin is still in trance and there is no further reaction
visible. Than, suddenly during the last ten seconds of the mantra music a
very, very powerful ejaculation takes place. Five, six sharp jets of semen
fly through the air and land far away on Kevin's face and mine. The same
moment the music stops, the last sperm jet lands and it is all over. My boy
opens his eyes and smiles at me. "That was great again sir, thanks very
much", he says. I wipe his face and mine. "Was I sweating sir?"

"No sweat dude. It was sperm you were shooting during the last
moments". Kevin looks into my eyes. "You mean the stuff I shoot when
jerking off sir?"

"Yep, that's what it was". "But sir, when I jerk off I get all those nice
feelings just before I shoot. How come I don't feel anything like that
now?"

"I don't know kiddy, I really don't know".

"Do you hate me for that sir?"

"Are you out of your mind? Of course not! It's some cooperation between
your mind and body and its needed no doubt. We can't understand everything
in life and may be we even should not try that. Well, how do you feel?"

"Great sir, tired but great. What I want now is go to bed and have a good
sleep. Is that OK with you sir?"

"Sure buddy let's go shall we?"

Together we put our cloths on and after that I walk Kevin to his
dormitory. It's still early but he undresses and crawls between the bed
sheets. I have hardly time to kiss him good night and a few seconds later
he sleeps relaxed and deep.

On my way back I meet Andrew in the corridor. He has become one of the best
group prefects if not the best. Besides that we are very close personally
due to the fact I know him for some time now and followed him developing
between his first wet dream and the experienced sexual creature he is now.

"Any chance we have a drink tonight sir?" A wide grin on his face increases
my attraction for him.

"Sure I say, and some more fun if I may say so mister prefect".

His grin becomes even wider now. "Soon after lights out sir, I will be
there".