Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2007 07:12:51 -0800
From: Bert <dutchb14@icqmail.com>
Subject: Hillhurst prepschool II part 3

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School, boys and adults only exist in the mind of the author.

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Hillhurst prep school II part 3

Julian.

On my way to the school restaurant for breakfast I enjoy the picture of
walking boys at all sides of me. Many well built others on the skinny or
the chubby side of the spectrum. Nevertheless all wear proudly their school
uniform, showing off their bare and nice legs meaning the part where the
short trouser stops and the grey knee socks start to cover the bare
skin. For me a boy clothed that way is by far the absolute ultimate erotic
experience; often followed by an involuntary completely spontaneous
erection.

This time of the day is inspiring and happy. All these and happy
schoolboys, full of energy some after a long sleep; others after an hour or
more of solo or mutual sexual activity: leading to fresh stains in their
bed sheets followed by relaxation and an extra deep sleep.

A lot of people think that most of the sexual activities taking place in an
all boy's boarding school are mutual. That's certainly not true I can tell
you. Due to societies rejecting attitude towards homosexual activities,
even where pubertal boys are involved, the majority of our pupils are
simply scared to become part of these "forbidden" pleasure. My own
estimation is that about ten percent of the boys at Hillhurst are involved
in special friendships leading to mutual sexual stimulation.

Another, rather small, group of boys do visit a teacher or other staff
member in their apartments on a regular basis; building a special
relationship with a mature man that way. Often they have missed a father
figure in their life. Sometimes their dads are real jerks, not capable to
build up a real warm relationship with their offspring. Also, in many
cases, the father is a captain of industry or something like that and
simply hasn't got the time to act as a dedicated and loving father to their
sons.

I always encourage the teachers and other staff members to start these
special relations when a boy shows his affection and needs to them. Of
course sexual activities are no obligation. It's the pupil deciding about
that. And it's the boy seducing his mature friend and guide. Especially the
starting and inexperienced teachers and staff members often become scared
and confused after they are seduced by a boy. Although they enjoy the
sexual element immensely it scares them as well when they start thinking
about possible consequences. Several counseling sessions with me, they
normally need to overcome their fears and to get used to these kinds of
relational activities and to learn to see it as perfectly normal and
fulfilling for them and the pupil as well.

Meanwhile the study results for most of our boys are excellent. The doors
of the best colleges and universities all over the world are wide open for
Hillhurst prep scholars after their final exams.

Walking further to my breakfast, Julian grabs my hand. Julian is by far the
most beautiful boy in our `collection'. Thirteen years old, rather tall and
slim. Somehow he always lays his hand on the shortest shorts available,
showing off his beautiful long suntanned legs. Even shorter are his sport
shorts. Every time I see him running along it excites me in mind and
body. Julian is the overall proof how attractive a boy can be. His ashblond
hair crowns his open boyish face. Although he entered puberty already his
face has not changed yet. A pink shadow colors his cheeks. Natural cherry
red lips are asking for kisses, as many as possible. Sparkling white teeth
glitter every time he opens his mouth. His smile is irresistible; urging
each en everybody to smile back at once. However his eyes are the most
beautiful jewels I ever saw in my life. Green like emerald with e few tiny
brown spots. His eyes are magic and able to seduce. The first time he
looked straight into my own eyes it seemed he paralyzed me. He wanted me
and I was happy to follow him in his desires. Julian is always hungry,
hungry for affection, hungry for love and, oh lovely combination, with that
hungry for sex also. Many men and boys, in their self image straight as an
arrow, sacrificed their selves on demand of Julian's smile and magic eyes
on his altar of lust. But not just to satisfy him. From experience I know
how caring he is and how much attention he gives to his partners. To
satisfy both is his mission as soon as a sexual encounter takes
place. Totally relaxed Julian and his mates fall asleep together and spend
the night in each other arms. He wakes them up shortly before the bell
rings and rather often I wink to a boy leaving Julian's dorm and on his way
to his own bed. A happy smile is my reward for an early rise and my
attitude of understanding.

Together we enter the school restaurant. We fancy almost the same breakfast
this morning. Orange juice, coffee, bacon and eggs completed with toast,
butter and marmalade. The quality is superb as always.

Julian's magic eyes meet mine and we smile to each other.

"Do you have time for me in the evening sir?"

"Sure, tell me why".

"I need another shave sir, that's all".

"Ok, no problem. By the way, may be I'll need your special talents today".

Julian grins in a naughty way.

"Go on sir", he says.

"Well, I expect some school inspector today and may be..."

"May be that means some trouble sir?"

"May be, if needed I will send Andrew to you ok?"

"Roger sir, at your service, so to speak".

Back in my office I smoke a cigarette. It's too difficult for me to break
with that bad habit. Especially after my meals I enjoy a smoke very
much. My window gives me a sight at the parking place and I see an unknown
car stop. A rather short man leaves the car and no doubt it's the school
inspector.

I never saw such a typical civil servant before. Even from a mile distance
it would be clear to anybody I think! Well let's see what he has to tell or
ask.

A few minutes later there is a knock at my door and Andrew brings the
school inspector in.

"Mr. Smith sir, the school inspector", he says with a wink.

Of course -- Mr. Smith -- I think. Why do civil servants always are named
like Smith or Johnson instead of somewhat more exotic, I ask myself. And
why are these jokers boring from the moment they come in. Asking the
question is giving the answer I am afraid. Only very uninteresting people
want to have jobs like that. I hope he can't read mind of face but that's
hardly possible isn't it?

"Thanks Andrew, please bring some coffee and a couple of sandwiches in. I
guess Mr. Smith is a little hungry after his long ride from London to
here".

The inspector and I have some small talk till Andrew brings coffee and all
and serves it to us. I give Andrew a small piece of paper telling him to
telephone after half an hour sharp.

"Well Mr. Smith", I start, "what can I do for you? As you know well this is
a private and independent school where no tax money is involved what so
ever. That means that you have no authority here. Besides that I presume
you also know that our curriculum is one of the best if not the best in the
country. Each and every college or university accepts our pupils after
their final exam without any further questions".

The poor man is really quiet for a few moments. After a deep breathe he
starts talking.

"You see sir; it's not the intellectual performance I am here for. There
are rumors so to speak. Rumors about, let's say, special friendships
between boys here. Special friendships leading to, well you know, sexual
acts. And that's not all sir the same rumors are about sexual relations
between staff members and pupils".

Well this little problem I already expect for a long time and now we have
to cope with it. Looking into the inspector's eyes I take a few moments to
think.

"You know Mr. Smith", I start, "It is rather difficult even useless to
react on rumors. Especially when I don't know what exactly these rumors are
and from whom they came. What I can tell you that we offer in our school
besides daily discipline a warm place, filled with love and decency. We
teach all boys to respect each other and to pay respect to all staff
members. Besides school education we develop social skills and social
intelligence. In short we educate them to behave as responsible human
beings and to become valuable members of world society. As far as sex is
involved between boys or staff here Mr. Smith; it takes place on a strict
voluntary basis and nobody, I repeat nobody, is ever forced in this place
to do anything at all against his own will. I can tell you Mr. Smith that
many boys staying here were abused, mentally and physically, by so called
respectable people on the highest levels in society, politicians and clergy
included. And I have reasons to believe that your superiors are involved in
those crimes as well".

Directly after my monologue the telephone on my desk rings.

"Hello sir, Andrew".

"Good lad, right in time. Do me a favor, pick Julian up from his class and
come over to my office together please".

A few minutes later both boys enter my office; after a polite knock on the
door. I introduce Mr. Smith to Julian and tell them to give him a tour in
and around our school. "Don't forget the wall of fame", I say with a grin.

Julian strokes his crotch when he leaves my office!

As soon as the corridor is clear I walk over to the auditorium. The new
wall of fame is situated at the same place as before namely under the
stage. Entering the room I inhale the typical smell of dry and fresh boy
semen and get an erection in no time. In the dimmed light of several spots
a large number of light blue underpants pinned on the wall, give evidence
of boys pride and lust. Every small pant contains several hard spots of
sperm. The older ones already turned yellow, the fresher ones just show
their colorless proof. Having time enough I walk over to the wall and read
the name and age of the former owner written on each underpant. The younger
ones were just eleven years old; some late bloomers sixteen. Mine is
proudly pinned in the center of all small pants and shows off a very large
spot of fruitful sperm.

While watching and smiling a light noise warns me my party will enter
soon. I hide in the darkest corner to wait and see what's going to happen.

The two boys enter with our visitor and lead him to the wall of fame. With
a sugar sweet voice Julian explains what Mr. Smith is going to see and soon
the school inspector is watching the colorful pride of every boy in the
world. It shows proof of growing up in a real way and the starting point of
the road to manhood. The final change in sexuality has taken place in
combination with the limitation by getting painful blue balls. Very seldom
a multiple orgasm can be reached from now on; this blessing of the unripe
boy has gone forever.

Mr. Smith seems hypnotized while watching the wall of fame and its typical
smelling coverage. He even doesn't notice the two boys undressing quickly
till they are glorious naked.

Julian returns to Mr. Smith and grabs his hand. The inspector turns his
face to the boy and their eyes meet. Julian smiles and leads the man to the
edge of the mattress situated on the floor. His fingertips start caressing
the face of his `victim' and slow, very slow, he moves his head forward
till finally his lips touch the man's mouth. It's a matter of seconds until
the two of them start with a passionate session of French kissing. For
Andrew this is the sign to come forward and it's very easy to undress
Mr. Smith as well and to let him lie down on the mattress. Intoxicated by a
thunderstorm of hormones this man is hardly able to move now. Both boys
take a bunch of feathers and start teasing the bare skin everywhere.
Especially when they touch the erogenous zones the inspector squirms his
body to all sides. At last they concentrate with one feather each on the
penis glans and the scrotum. Every time just before Mr. Smith reaches his
point of no return they stop for a while till the excitement reduces a bit.

Mr. Smith is sweating like nothing and whispers all the time now. "Please
let me come, please, please...," I can hear.

Finally the boys have mercy. Julian grabs a light blue school brief and
starts a massage of the penis glans. Andrew puts his finger inside
Mr. Smith and a yell makes clear he found the prostate gland inside. It's a
matter of seconds. Mr. Smith's body stiffens and there it is. Spurt after
spurt his penis shoots glob after glob of thick strong smelling sperm
catched on the surface of the underpant. No doubt this man experiences the
strongest and most overwhelming orgasm of his life so far.

It's all over now. Robbed from strength and his own will Mr. Smith starts
crying. The boys do not laugh at him; don't have any intention to make a
fool of him, certainly not. They lie down besides the man and start
stroking and caressing him. Julian kisses his forehead and cheeks and
together they assure him it's ok to enjoy life in every way. After
Mr. Smith has calmed down I step forward and tell them to dress. I kiss the
boys to thank them and send them off to their classroom for further
improvement of their intellectual education.

With Mr. Smith I walk over to my office and pour a fair amount of whiskey
in two glasses. In complete silence we enjoy our drink and have lunch after
that. It's my pleasure to walk the school inspector to his car. We shake
hands.

"Sir", Mr. Smith says, "It's obvious these rumors are totally not
true. I'll report that to my superiors".

I smile. "Good Mr. Smith. Don't hesitate to come again. As a friend of my
school I mean...



Next chapter: Julian 2.