Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2007 06:09:37 -0800
From: Bert <dutchb14@icqmail.com>
Subject: Hillhurst Prepschool II part 4

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Hillhurst prep school II part 4

Julian 2.

Back in my office I realize myself I never saw Julian's file. So I switch
on my computer and download the boy's file to read it totally. I see his
mother's name and where she is working. It turns out she is a housekeeper
in the palace of a catholic bishop in England. Julian was born in a
hospital in Italy I learn. For me that's strange because why should an
English woman go abroad and even to Italy to give birth to a child? The
next surprise is the sentence -- father unknown -. Julian's last name is his
mother's.

The medical part tells me he is a totally healthy kid. Nothing special what
so ever, even his tonsils are still there. The last report, written by our
house doctor, tells me what I know already. Julian is in the middle of
puberty and producing fruitful semen. Very good semen I should say; even
more than twenty million healthy sperms per ml. He can pull back his
foreskin easy and completely what means no medical indication for
circumcision. In short a little man and physically capable and ready for
every aspect of life.

The last surprising fact in Julian's file is a financial one. The annual
school fee has been paid at once where all other parents make a monthly
payment. It comes in from a Swiss Bank without name or account number. It
just says "School Fee 2007 Julian".

Although I read this file before I completely forgot about this content. So
I decide for myself to read all boys' files soon again to see if there are
any other secrets like this one.

While smoking another cigarette I read another four boys' files. No
surprises this time, all is exactly as I remembered already. In fact all
four are more or less the same. Kids coming from well off families. All
used to the discipline and demands of Hillhurst and all facing, no doubt, a
bright and wealthy future.

Most of them do know how privileged they are and from that point they
behave socially and unspoiled. The few who are spoiled we learn here in a
very short time about real life by sending them in their free time to an
orphanage not far from Hillhurst. After some weeks of cleaning and
gardening there they have much understanding about the real world outside
and the majority of them continue working for the orphanage on a voluntary
base. Even a few orphans live and study at Hillhurst now as a result of a
close friendship with one of our volunteers and a letter to the dad of that
very same volunteer. Nobody, except those who are involved directly, will
ever know about the arrangement made in favor of the orphans.

Running sounds and clear boys' voices tell me its tea time again. A knock
at my door and Julian enters with two cups and a teapot. "Can I serve you",
he says with his personal grin. "You can and you may", I say, returning the
grin.

"Milk and no sugar I presume sir".

"No milk and two sugars as you know very well sunny boy".

Together we enjoy our traditional English afternoon drink as it has to be;
strong, hot and sweet.

After the second and final cup I feel the need to go for a walk to get some
fresh air after a whole day in my office. Julian's eyes start glowing when
I ask him to walk along with me. He runs to his dorm to put on a warm
sweater and a few moments later we meet at the front door.

The winter weather is nice and beautiful today. One or two Celsius below
zero, no wind at all and a majestic sun shining out of a steel blue sky.

Some trees still show their golden leaves waiting for the next
storm. Walking towards the wood I lay my arm around Julian's shoulders. I
know he likes that despite his age. He is 13 years old but somewhere inside
him there is still the kid longing for attention and affection. Elements I
am more than willing to give him every now and than.

Especially with today's weather I love to wear shorts and knee socks. I am
not cold at all. The crispy frosting air touches the bare parts of my legs
in an almost sensual way. It gives me feelings of freedom and memories of
my boyhood, that adventurous period of my life; filled with exciting
activities like the boy scouts summer camps. Yes, I hope my school offers
the same type of boyhood to the pupils as antidote against too much wealth,
computers and so on. Nope I am not old fashioned and I know very well our
world and life is a constant evolution and development. But let boys be
boys till the moment they don't need childhood anymore and memories are
enough to cope with real life.

Suddenly Julian stops and puts his finger on his lips. When I look I
understand why. In front of us three magnificent deer's are
grazing. Obviously they haven't notice us so far. Julian stands in front of
me. The backside of his body leans against my front side. I place my
fingertips against his cheeks and start caressing him, soft and slowly. My
nose touches his hair. The smell of this mornings shampoo is still
there. Besides that shampoo odor I also notice the typical smell of dry boy
semen. Of course, I've sent him directly to the classroom after the event
with the school inspector this morning.

After several minutes one deer looks up from the grass. His eyes and ours
meet for a few seconds, again a breathtaking moment. Julian and I don't
move, nevertheless is the confrontation with our presence enough reason for
those animals to run. They move a thousand times more graceful than the
most professional and talented ballet dancer would be able to.

Julian turns and presses his front against mine. Without one word we stand
there in a very tight hug. I can feel his heart beats. I can hear his deep
sighs. In other words I experience the deepest feelings of a boy and a
man. Feelings of trust and yes feelings of deep human love also. Sensual
and erotic, however without any desire to practice any sexual act these
precious moments.

For both of us it's difficult to break the hug. The both of us are lost in
fascination and the warm sensations which are streaming through body and
mind. At last I am the one breaking the magic with a strong kiss on
Julian's forehead.

"Oh sir", he whispers, "Oh sir, you have no idea what this means to me".

I smile. "You can explain that after dinner dude, as I remember we made an
appointment this morning".

An angelic smile is my reward. Than we have to run to the school building,
otherwise we will miss our dinner. Running behind the boy I notice he runs
like a deer, well almost!

Just in time Julian and I enter the school restaurant. It's more or less
ironic may be to discover that today's main course is deer
goulash. Although these gracious animals are still in my memory I like the
food very much and allow myself to go to the counter for an extra portion
of this tender and very tasty meat in a delicious red wine sauce. Mea culpa
for the vegetarians of this world but I have to confess that meat is my
favorite part of the daily dinner. Julian eats his dinner besides me at the
same table and it's clear that he is enjoying the food as much as I
do. While using his right hand to handle his fork, he allows his left hand
to caress my bare thigh under the eating table.

"Do I have to go to prep sir after dinner?"

The question is whispered in my ear. I hesitate for a few moments. His
school results are very good. On the other hand I don't like to create a
precedent in front of the other kids. Oh well, I think, in relation with
all events this day I have to be flexible a little bit and I hate to
disappoint the boy now.

"Ok, just for once you have permission to skip the prep hour", I whisper
back.

After finishing our desert the two of us walk to my apartment to spend the
evening there. Julian grabs my hand again. The little boy role is still
there is my conclusion. No problem for me at all of course.

In my apartment I walk over to the large round bathtub and open the
electronic tap. Many liters of water are needed to fill this tub. Forty
degrees Celsius is the exact temperature I like. I also add a fair quantity
of almond bath oil. I know almond oil is Julian's favorite.

Julian enters the bathroom completely naked. Again I notice his
breathtaking beauty. His whole body is in total boyish harmony. His well
formed long legs, not too slim. His torso and his angelic face crowned with
curly sand blond hair. And his eyes green as jade. One look from those eyes
into a nuclear power station and the world has to cope with another melt
down!

Between his legs his pubertal genitals show their beauty to the world. His
well filled scrotum with two acorn size testicles. His more or less mature
penis hangs down and is exactly as long as his ballsac. And finally around
his penis grows a small triangle shaped carpet of short blond pubic
hairs. Normally the appearance of pubic hair makes boys very proud of
themselves. Julian is different. He seems almost obsessed to have a
hairless crotch. As soon as a small number of short pubic hairs appear he
asks me to shave him down there and make it as smooth and hairless as
possible. Although it's no problem for me I am still curious what his
motives are for this and decide when the atmosphere allows it this evening
to ask him about his reluctance against pubic hair.

Meanwhile I have undressed myself. We dive into the bathtub to enjoy the
warm water and the intimacy of bathing together. Julian settles himself
very close to me. Side by side our bodies make skin contact and we melt
together. I close my eyes and surrender myself to waves of pleasant well
being. It feels like leaving the earth and gliding among the clouds high in
the air. Vaguely I notice that Julian ensconces himself on my lap; his arm
around my neck and his head on my shoulder. I place my hand on his thigh
and now we are even more dedicated to each other than ever before. We just
sit there making no moves at all. Absorbing and transmitting body warmth
and even more important becoming a physical and mental unity. Julian is
breathing very calm and his heart beats in a slow but steady rhythm. Every
now and than a deep sigh escapes from his chest.

"You know sir", he says dreamy, "It's a pity you are not married".

"Why is that?" I ask.

"Because you would be a fantastic father for your children, that's why
sir".

I am thinking hard and decide to take some risk tonight.

"What about your father Julian?"

"I think you know already sir. I have no father I only have a creator. My
father is nothing more than a prick fertilizing a woman against her will. A
goddamned rapist he is, only a piece of dirt. But de very same person
happens to be a very important cardinal in the Vatican; telling the people
from there, sex is only allowed when you are married and strictly
prohibited for catholic priests".

Julian stops his monologue and tears start to drip from his eyes and roll
over his cheeks. Glittering like diamonds in the light of the bathroom
spots.

Oh my God, I think, what have I done? Did I go to far already; or shall I
go on with this conversation to relief the boys' mind?

I decide to go on now. I have to I think. I can't stop now and ignore
Julian's grieve; outspoken loud and clear. He needs my help now.

Julian still sobs. Tears leave his eyes, his beautiful eyes. This salty
liquid is burning the skin of his cheeks but at the same time, no doubt,
embalming his soul. This secret is far too much on the small shoulders of a
little boy. How cruel religion can be, how cruel are priests, vicars,
rabbis and imams in the name of God. How long we go on allowing them to
oppress people. Why don't we refuse to give them any power at all? Is two
thousand years still not enough to be able to stop all this nonsense? Why
is society afraid to arrest a religious rapist and send him to jail? At
times like this I hate this world full if injustice and abuse.

Slowly Julian stops crying. I kiss his still wet and salty cheeks and his
forehead as well. "Was this all Julian?" I ask.

"Why do you think there is more sir? "

"To be honest I have two reasons for that kiddo. In the first place I don't
believe you want a frequent shave of your crotch just for hygienic
reasons. And secondly when I gave you a massage last week I noticed that
dark ring around your anus. That dark ring is telling me there has been a
brutal and bruising anal penetration when you were still very young."

"You are smart sir and you are right too. Before I came here I lived with
my man in the bishop's palace. From age 7 or 8, I don't know precisely
anymore, there was this young priest coming to my bedroom every evening. He
started telling me stories while sitting on my bed. I liked him sir, I
really liked him. After some time he undressed and crawled with me under
sheet and blanket. In the beginning it was all like kids stuff sir. You
know I think, caressing my cheeks and telling another story and let's
innocent things like that. Later on it went further. He started to caress
and kiss all parts of my body and made me do that to him as well. Soon I
was forced to suck his dick long enough to let him shoot his stuff in my
mouth. Finally he took me on a Sunday to the garden around the palace and
there it happened. In a shed he undressed me and told me to go down on all
four. Then he forced me to inhale damp from a small bottle. I still
remember the sharp and unpleasant smell of that stuff and I also remember I
became kind of dizzy too. I will never forget sir, never. The unexpected
pain when his big dick was pushed at once deep into my behind. I yelled and
screamed but nobody heard and nobody came".

"Jesus Christ", is the only word I can say now.

"St, sir", Julian says, "please let me finish my story".

"The first days after the rape the priest stayed away from me. It may sound
strange sir but I missed his daily visits. I missed the attention. I missed
the sweet words he whispered into my ears. And I also missed the physical
attention and the nice feelings he gave me before the painful experience
that Sunday. So I went to his room and asked him on my knees to come to me
in the evening again. From that moment on he became a regular visitor again
and the sexual part of our encounters became more and more important and
significant; for him but for me as well. It went on till another milestone
in my life appeared, sir. One evening he discovered a few tiny pubic hairs
around my dickie and at the same time his stimulation gave me my first wet
orgasm in my life. Still clear and watery stuff but the difference was
there. He jumped from my bed to the floor and looked at me in
abhorrence. Now you are as dirty as all big boys and men he stammered. It's
over boy; I can't and will not meet you ever again.

And that was it, sir. All those sweet words of him were all lies. That
asshole never loved me, he just needed me for his own pleasure and
satisfaction till the moment I wasn't physical a child anymore. I can tell
you, that pain was much worse than the fucking pain in the shed some years
before".

The boy's story has given me goose pimples. That little guy must be
exceptional mentally stable to cope with these facts for relatively a large
number of years. What I can't understand is the role his mother played
during this period of time. I have to talk with her about it as soon as
possible. Now it's only Julian I have to worry about and to take care
of. Words are not the right medicine now. Sure, later on he is going to
need a number of counseling sessions. At this time he needs affection
physical and non physical affection and attention. And of course, no sexual
acts what so ever in this moments of life.

I leave the bathtub and reach Julian my hand to come out of the tub
too. With a large warm towel I dry him off, soft and slowly. Our eyes meet
every now and than. His eyes telling me: I need you now sir. Please do not
send me back to the dormitory right now. My eyes sending a non verbal
reply: don't be afraid laddie, I'll take care of you; now and during
nighttime as well.

After I've dried myself I guide Julian to the living room. Although I am
totally against serving alcohol to minors below the age of sixteen I
prepare two screwdrivers; a rather light one and a strong one. Together we
sit down on the couch and consume our drinks. Both of us are thirsty so it
takes only a short while to empty the glasses. To my relief I notice the
return of the pink shade on the boy's cheeks. He is less tensed also and
these changes tell my conscience it was the right decision to put a small
amount of alcohol in Julian's drink.

An arm around his waist and a little pressure is enough for him to walk
with me to the massage table. I start the CD player and soon the sounds of
one of those healing mantra discs starts playing. Julian lies on his
stomach on the table. Again the beauty of this boy's body flashes through
my eyes into my whole system. My penis erects to half mast and every now
and than I can feel a soft electrical itching crossing from the frenulum to
the inside of the glans. The boy's skin is still soft and smooth thanks to
the almond bathing oil we used before. My hands automatically start a long
relaxation massage. Shoulders, arms, back, buttocks and legs; each and
every part receives the soft touches and caressing. Although his legs are
spread apart I avoid touching the part of Julian's scrotum which is
reachable. My instinct tells me loud and clear this is not the time for a
sexual approach. Even my own member stays at half mast and doesn't swell to
a full erection. However the pre orgasmic feelings are still there keeping
me in a slightly aroused stage thanks to a certain level of hormones in my
bloodstream.

After the second total massage of his backside Julian turns around exposing
his front side in complete glory to me. There is no sign of excitement. His
penis is totally flaccid and his boyish sac hangs with his balls visible
between his upper thighs. For his head and especially his cheeks I use a
little massage oil to neutralize the salt of his tears. His eyes are closed
all the time and he is breathing soft and slow. After neck and arms I do
his chest, tummy and legs; again avoiding his genitals. Normally he would
ask to treat his private parts too. Now he shows the same attitude I have,
no sex at these moments. Nevertheless its clear Julian enjoys his
massage. Even when I touch him again after a short break he makes no sound
or movement.

My watch tells me his treatment took more than one hour. So I decide to end
with a short fingertip massage of the front side skin. After that I grab
his hands and help him from the massage table. We embrace and I kiss his
cheeks and forehead again. "OK", I whisper, "Let's have an early night and
go to bed. I am tired and you probably need some sleep also".

No verbal answer from the boy, but he follows me to my bedroom and together
we crawl under sheet and blanket of my King size bed. Julian, with his head
on my shoulder, seems to sleep quietly in no time. For me it's difficult to
fall asleep. There is some kind of turmoil in my head, instead of peace. I
am still too aggressive about these so called shepherd's of the people and
there evil abuse of children. Power that's all they want. Power over the
people they are supposed to guide, protect and love in a decent and
religious way. I produce a deep sigh and another one.

Finally I close my eyes and force myself to empty my head and to calm
down. Blood starts flowing to the corpus cavernosum on both sides of my
penis. My little member swells to a real and stone hard erection. The
hardness is almost painful and, oh wonder, without playing the organ my
self, a violent orgasm follows. Involuntary I try to stop it by contracting
my muscles but of course that isn't possible anymore. The delicious hot and
glowing electrical pain is almost unbearable till the moment I can feel the
first spurt of sperm running through my penis. Than its lust and lust again
driving me kind of crazy. How difficult it is now to enjoy it without
making any movement. Nevertheless I succeed and I am happy Julian doesn't
wake up because of my spontaneous but welcome ejaculation and relieve.

In the morning I wake Julian with a cup of coffee. It's a bit early but I
want to be sure he is relatively ok and able to handle a school day in
class. We sit down together on the couch and drink our hot coffee. Julian
looks at me.

"Another day sir", he says, "You may name it tomorrow, for me its still
yesterday"

I look deep into his magic eyes. It's different this time. Now I am the
magician instead of the boy. "No dude", I say, "today IS tomorrow. And we
are going to work together to create a real tomorrow for you too. That's a
promise for only one reason... I love you.