Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2007 15:42:23 -0400 (EDT)
From: Bert <bert_hsl@myway.com>
Subject: Hillhurst Prepschool II part 2

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 2007.

For them who like to email me the address has changed into:
blueshorts@hushmail.com

Hillhurst prep school II part 2

Andrew.

Back in my apartment I clean the bathtub and the bathroom first. My watch
tells me it's still a little more than half an hour before lights off. So I
allow myself a scotch on the rocks and make myself comfortable on the couch
after I've loaded my CD player with one of my favorite treble boy discs.

It's so good to have back a real building again instead of these small and
primitive containerlike classrooms and other utilities. Sure, many
questions were asked by the authorities, the police and even MI 5; not to
mention the boys' parents. However before leaving London the solicitors and
I composed a consistent story saying that we hadn't the slightest idea what
had happened that unfortunate day. No doubt the former director of the
school could tell but as everybody knows he died in a tragic way because of
an aircraft crash. Oh yes, of course, if something important comes back in
my memory or when I hear interesting information elsewhere I will not
hesitate to inform the authorities about it. And...that was
that. Everything was burned to grey and black ashes and even the most
sophisticated laboratory wasn't able to answer any question asked by the
police and MI 5. As soon as our case was closed I served Champaign together
with superb food to the Hillhurst brothers and all

the staff and boys. The real victory was that all my boys returned to the
school and besides that all the parents expressed there confidence in me.



The boy singer I am listening to is an Italian boy named Robertino
Loretti. The old LP belonged to my grandfather's collection and I asked a
special company in London to copy all LP's to compact discs. They did a
wonderful job even restoring the sound cracks and other damages. Listening
to them now gives the impression it was all digital mastered. The last song
on this disc is Mama a song I am very fond of. It often makes me cry a
little because it brings back the bad memory of losing my parents when I
was too young for that. I still miss them very much and many times I wish
my mum or dad were there to talk over the problem I have. Sure I act in a
very mature way and impress a lot of people with that. However nobody sees
or feels my emotions inside, my greave, my doubts or my fears. My
grandfather was a very nice man. I am sure he loved me very much but, as
for most members of his generation, it has been very difficult if not
impossible for him to show his love and affection

for me.

He never kissed me, never hugged me either. In this perspective I missed a
lot during my childhood and youth. May be that's one of the reasons I love
all my pupils so much and need to show my love both in spiritual and
physical ways.

Well is doesn't only benefit me but I am damn sure it befits them in the
same way and what's more it will turn them into warm and emotional stable
grown ups treating their eventual children in the right way.



My watch tells me it's time to prepare for the encounter with my beloved
prefect. I need an anal shower for what I have in mind. So I go to the
bathroom and reach for the device in the medicine locker. After I've
removed my cloths I fill the rubber reservoir with handwarm water. Slowly I
push the plug into my anal canal and empty the water reservoir with some
strength inside. Now I have to wait a few minutes before I am ready to
empty my inside. Finally I sit down on the WC pot and feel with pleasure
how this mixture of water and, forgive me, shit leaves my body. After
drying myself carefully I coat my love tunnel with enough lube to become
smooth and slippery inside for as long as it is needed.

A blue bikinislip will do for the event to come...!



Just being back in my living room there is a knock on my door. As expected
Andrew is there in bathrobe and slippers. As soon as the door is closed and
locked the bathrobe disappears and there he stands before me in his green
bikinislip, a recent present from me. His red hair and pale skin fits
perfectly to the green color of this tiny piece of underwear. The shape of
his balls and penis is visible through the silk fabric of his slip. That's
my boy, that's one of my favorite boys. Not only because of his superb
body. His nice and warm character is another important reason for my
attraction towards him.

One jump and Andrew is in my arms for a long hug together. Both our bodies
clamp together. Every square centimeter of bare skin touches the warm body
of the opposite person. My heartbeat is fast and can be heard. Our lips
meet and a number of light butterfly like kisses free the way to a longer
time of passionate French kissing. Our tongues are playing together like
treeleaves in a stormwind. More excited we get. Closer to each other,
that's what we need. Standing in the middle of the livingroom we press our
bodies together very tight. We can hardly breathe but that's of no
importance now. Our crotches are moving, melted together and in a steady
and all times rhythm. My penis is rock hard and leaking lots of
precum. Andrew pinches my nipple firmly. That's enough to reach my point of
no return. Deep from my testicles a hot stream starts right to my
penis. That delicious pain burns through my cock all the way to the
glans. My legs are weakening and with a scream I allow my body

to ejaculate and ejaculate and ejaculate. This wonderful selfish moment I
only notice my own body, my own delicious burning sensations, and my own
feelings of endless lust.

However just a few seconds later I notice Andrew went over the edge too and
in our afterplay we regain our normal breathing and our heartbeats go back
to normal intensity and tempo.

Andrew is the first to speak. "Oh sir", he says, "Oh sir, that was really
good. No it was fantastic".

"It sure was", I say, "But don't have the illusion now this was it for
today!"

The boy grins his widely grin from ear to ear. His eyes are moist and
laughing.

"Oh my god", he says, "Let this demon have mercy with this tiny little
boy".

The both of us are laughing out loud now. "Come on little angel, let's
change this underwear marked by the evidence of our sin into something nice
and dry".

"Well let's remove the underwear and wipe ourselves clean oh master. It
will be an honor for me to expose my nakedness to you for the rest of my
life!"

Laughing again we walk over to the bathroom to remove the slips and to wipe
ourselves clean again.

"Tea and wild honey, that's what we will drink now", I decide and
announce. Soon the both of us enjoy this heavenly drink with small sips
because it's still very hot.



The moment I ask Andrew about Jamie his face shows some sadness. "You know
Sir", he says, "We are still very close friends. But the problem is he
turns me down the moment I suggest to have some fun together. He even
doesn't allow me anymore to kiss or to caress him".

"There might be someone else", I suggest."

"Nope, that's not the point sir. The vicar is the problem. More specific
the way he is talking to the religious boys about sex. He tells them sex is
sinful even when it's only playing with your self. He also told them that
having sex with a boy here in Hillhurst will bring them to hell after
dying".

I am totally flabbergasted and can't believe my own ears. Of course I
believe Andrew. He never told me any lie what so ever. But it is very
strange indeed because when this vicar applied for the job he seemed so
free minded and complete free of any frustration about anything. Now it
turns out he made a fool out of me and is undermining the school policies
and ideas about free education within traditional rules.

I make Andrew immediately a promise, telling him I will talk to Jamie as
well as the vicar the next day. His face changes into the one of a cheerful
boy again.

"By the way dude", I tell him, "I expect some school inspector from the
government tomorrow. May be I need some help from you and, let's say, from
four other boys as well. You please make the preparations necessary and
wait for my instructions tomorrow. OK?"

"Sure sir, anything you need".



We finish our tea and after that I take Andrew to my bedroom and king size
bed. The short walk so close together transforms us from headmaster and
pupil into equal lovers; making us rockhard at this very same moment. No
further talking is required yet. The both of us enjoy the atmosphere of
intimacy and love. When we reach the bed I jump on it and place myself on
an all four position. Andrew takes his place behind me and points his
dickhead against the entrance of my love tunnel. Waves of electricity flow
through my entire body when his penis has entered completely and hits my
prostate gland for the first time. Andrew's hands are caressing and stoking
the skin of my back. After some time the same hands travel slowly to my
breast and start playing with my nipples making them very hard too. A short
move backwards from my side activates Andrew and he starts screwing me in
his own and perfect way. The size of his penis is enough to touch my
prostate gland every time when he moves

up. It's a slow but steady rhythm bringing us closer and closer to a
perfect climax. No need to touch or stimulate my penis now. Each and every
encounter between Andrew's penis and my prostate excites me more and
more. Quiet a bit of precum is coming out and my testicles start aching a
bit. I need to cum very badly now.

"I am near sir", Andrew whispers, "What about you?"

"Same here, let's go for it", I whisper back.

Only one move up is enough for Andrew to ejaculate and the first spurt of
his semen against my prostate is enough for me to send me to heaven.

An intensive and very satisfying orgasm is our reward for the second time
this evening. Totally spent we lie down and embrace each other. Only a
short time of cuddling and kissing is enough to bring us into a deep, deep
sleep.