Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2007 04:33:54 -0800
From: Bert <dutchb14@icqmail.com>
Subject: Hillhurst Prep School II part 5

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Hillhurst prep school II part 5

I.

Navy-blue short pants, six inches above the knee. Off-white long socks
ending one inch under the knee. A royal blue blazer; an off-white shirt and
a whine-red bow tie. All made out of silk for the shirts, lamb wool for the
socks and of course velvet for shorts and blazer.

Well you just read the about the uniform of my pride these days; The
Hillhurst Angels. Very popular they are, as solo singers and may be even
more as a vocal trio.

The first one is Tom; thirteen years old and boy-soprano. Still a member of
the village choir but many times his agenda sends him to another concert,
especially now during Xmas season.

The second one is Johnny, fourteen years of age and alto. Last but not
least eleven years old Robin; an amazing soprano voice also. Just a week
ago their Xmas album was released world wide and the figures are very
promising indeed.

For one reason or another, English boys often enter puberty rather
late. That is one reason why boy choirs in Britain are really, really
good. It gives those choirs a relatively long time to offer musical
education and training. Also a large number of boys love to sing in our
country and BBC for instance is promoting boy singing by the election of
the chorister of the year. Often you can see a former boy singer continue
his singing career as a talented tenor or baritone. Result of an excellent
coaching after the voice has changed. And last but not least schools in
England value singing as an important skill for life and many schools also
do have a choir.

Three o'clock we, the angels and me, have to leave for a hundred miles
drive to the next city where the boys will perform in a Xmas concert. The
weather report showed this morning a fair chance for heavy snowfall later
this evening. So I made a reservation for two double rooms for the night in
a hotel very near to the cathedral the concert will take place.

II

After a knock at my office door the vicar enters. I should have invited him
earlier after Andrew's remark but to be honest I completely forgot. Anyway
he is here now after his own decision to meet me and may be that's better.

"John, sit down", I say, "What can I do for you?"

At first there is a bit of uneasy silence in my room. However I decide not
to make it easy for him. He wants to see me, no doubt, so it's up to him to
open the conversation and tell me what's bothering him.

"Colin this is not going to be easy for me", he begins.

I decide again to wait before opening my mouth and just see what's coming
up.

"I've decided to leave Colin, I can't stay here anymore".

"That's a drastic decision John; to be honest I don't understand why. Tell
me what your problem is, please".

"The boys Colin, the boys are the problem or rather the way they behave
towards me. Each time when I try to teach them about sexuality according
the bible and the rules of their religion they start laughing at me. Often
they ask me very naughty and impertinent questions. It's the atmosphere
here Colin. An atmosphere within there is no place for religion and
morality. Your own attitude towards sexuality is very liberal, far too
liberal if I may say so. You allow masturbation and all. You allow that
sinful wall of fame downstairs the stage. You even allow those special
friendships leading to two boys in the same bed".

The vicar is in tears now. It is clear this man is overstrained and in
psychological problems. It's no use to go on with this conversation
now. Certainly I can't allow him to leave at this very moment and he also
deserves a better approach than that. I realize myself it is partly my
fault. I haven't support him sufficiently during the time he is working
here.

"Look John", I say. "I can't give you permission to leave. It is obvious
you are in personal trouble and I consider that also as my responsibility
too. I do understand your problems you are in now and in my opinion we have
to handle in your interests. Skip your class hours for a while. Take some
rest and relax. Go out for a long walk any time you like. Fresh air and
confrontation with nature in the woods will help you, I am sure about that.

There are only two duties left. You will celebrate the Sunday service with
the staff and boys and besides that we will start a number of counseling
sessions as soon as you're ready for that. Do we have a deal, John?"

Our eyes meet for a number of seconds. Than the vicar tells he accepts. We
seal the deal with a firm handshake.

III

Short before lunchtime I see Jordy walking along the corridor. His uniform
is a mass again. His knee socks are halfway his calves, shirt hangs partly
over his trousers and the fly of his shorts is wide open. It's the third
time in one week and that means he is clearly asking for his favorite
correction.

"Jordy, go to my apartment, now!"

The boy runs and I follow him in a slower walking tempo. When I enter my
room he stands against the wall waiting for me. From the kitchen and
bathroom I gather some ice cubes and pot of cold cream before paying
further attention to my pupil.

"Well what are you waiting for boy? Undress; a good spank will teach you
again what our uniform rules are".

"Yes sir, thank you sir".

In a moment or two the boy stands in front of me totally undressed. The
sunlight coming in through my window changes the color of his pubic hair
from half blond into real gold. His penis is half erected and his balls are
hanging down in his loose scrotum. He is damn handsome with his well built
long legs. Slim but not skinny, hands and feet are a bit to large and
therefore slightly in disharmony with the rest of his body, which is
typical for pubertal boys.

"Third time this week Jody. Ten for the socks, ten for your shirt and
another ten for your open fly. Is that fair enough lad?"

"Yes sir, thank you sir".

I grab his arm and walk over to a chair. After I am seated Jordy bents over
and place his crotch on my bare legs. His penis is totally hard now; slides
between my two thighs. His well formed bum is within the reach of my
hands. Slowly I move my right hand fingertips along his spine. With my left
hand I squeeze his inside thighs touching his boy scrotum several times `by
accident'. A deep sigh escapes.

The first unexpected and sudden smack sends a shudder through the exposed
and now vulnerable boy body. After that I spank him in a steady rhythm and
growing intensity. The color of his buttocks changes from off white to pink
ending in a light red skin. May be the twenty fourth smack was extra
strong. The result however is there. Jordy lifts his head. Ah, YES, he
screams and at the same moment I can feel the spasms in his organ. His
orgasm is very powerful, intense and takes a relatively long time. His
whole body trembles and he moans and groans like a mating male lion. I give
him all the time he needs to fulfill the biological mystery but than he
gets the six remaining smacks as let's say some sort of afterplay. To be
honest this last part of his punishment is much less heavy than before his
coming. "And this is thirty", I whisper.

"Thank you very much sir. I was great, really, really great".

With some ice cubes I cool his bum down. The cold narrows his veins and
reduces the risk of skin damage. After that I put some cold cream on his
bum and help him to put on his underpants. Just as we are on the couch
together Andrew enters my apartment after a knock on the door. He brings
two lunch plates and I am surprised and grateful.

"Hello", he says with a smile and a wink in my direction, "I overheard some
special noises here so I thought it would be suitable to serve lunch here!"

"Good thinking dude", I say with a grin, "thanks a lot".

"Don't mention it", he replies. In the door opening he stops for a few
moments and moves his hands over his bum. "Auwa", he screams.

IV

Two forty five sharp the three angels enter my office. I smell the sweet
odor of shampoo and soap as remains of a long shower-session. All three
carry their special bag containing angel uniform and loafers. I had my
shower also and together we walk over to my jaguar for a two hour drive.

Tom and Robin take their place in the back of the car; Johnny is on the
front seat besides me. Soon we enter the highway and I turn on the radio. I
choose the classic FM station. Due to the time of the year they broadcast
many Christmas carols already, inspiring all of us to sing along during the
trip. To my relief the traffic is normal on the highway and its no problem
to drive the maximum allowed speed of ninety miles an hour. Sooner than
expected we reach the town my angels are going to sing and after ten more
minutes or so I park the car on the hotel parking lot. It is half past four
and we are supposed to be in the cathedral around seven for a brief
rehearsal with the orchestra and the men choir. So after handing over our
luggage to the bell-boy we go to the restaurant for a light meal. Later on
after the concert we'll have souper in my room. Sandwiches and hot tea are
nice and refreshing after the ride. The boys aren't nervous at all for the
concert. They have enough experience and self confidence after a rather
large number of performances since the beginning of advent. We talk about
the upcoming Christmas holiday and also about their school results during
the first semester of the school-year.

One of the reception girls enters the hotel restaurant and makes eye
contact with me. I excuse myself to the boys and go to her.

"There is a visitor for you sir; shall I send him to you here?"

I am surprised because I don't expect anybody here.

"No", I say, "I will meet him in the lobby".

"As you wish sir", she says.

Following the girl to the lobby I ask myself who this visitor can be. There
is no memory in my mind; I really don't know anybody in this town. In the
lobby I see a tall man. It's obvious he must be rich. Expensive tailor made
cloths and a heavy gold and diamond ring on each hand. He is the only
person in the lobby so it has to be my visitor. To my irritation he ignores
my extended hand.

"This must be a misunderstanding", he says.

"Yes", I reply, "We never met before and I didn't sent an invitation as far
as I know". Ok, I think, you need to be rude I can do that even better.

"Boy", he says, "I asked for the leader of the Hillhurst angels".

"That's me and besides that you're speaking to the owner of Hillhurst".

"Oh, I am very sorry sir".

"Don't mention it", I say, "What can I do for you?"

"All right," he says, "I presume you do not have the intention to drive
back home after the church concert. I want to hire your angels for a
Christmas celebration in my home. I offer you 5000 pounds. Of course I
expect for that money the boys are going to serve me and my friends in bed
also. What do you say?"

I am speechless, totally flabbergasted. Than I have to control myself with
all the strength I have.

"How dare you. What do you think Hillhurst is; a boy-whore school? What do
you think I am; a pimp? No sir, die in your rotten money. And now get out
of her before I ask the reception to call the police".

The burning heat of hate is readable in my visitor's eyes. Nevertheless he
makes the right choice and leaves the hotel as quickly as possible. I go to
the toilet and drink some water there to calm down a bit.

More or less cooled down I pick up the boys from the restaurant and
together we walk to my room. We have two separate rooms but connected
together, with a door in between. I send Tom and Robin to the second room
and tell them to lie down and rest till we have to go to the
cathedral. Johnny stays with me and together we lie down on the king size
double, after we took off our shoes of course. Just to be sure I set the
alarm-clock. It would be very embarrassing to arrive late in
church. Although our bed is large double, Johnny crawls to me till we are
spooning tight together. I turn to my other side and our fronts touch in an
erotic way. Our breathing is calm. This is the atmosphere of my
institute. No fear what so ever for body contact between boys, between
adults and also between adults and boys. That body contact may go as far as
pure sex on one condition; mutual respect and stop there where the partner
tells he wants to stop it. In other words never hurt anyone within a sexual
relationship; never let desires rule reality.

On our way to the cathedral snowfall begins. I am sure it was the right
decision to book the hotel for the night.

In a separate room behind the altar the boys can change cloths. Under the
velvet short pants they wear a royal blue bikinislip instead of the normal
light blue jockey pants. I notice Johnny builds a firm erection the moment
he steps out of his normal underpants. His face colors in a deep red
blush. It's going to take some time before he will be able to put on his
bikinislip. The other two boys do not notice his little struggle because he
turned his back to them and the front side to me. A smile and a wink from
me is enough to reward me with a boyish grin and as soon as the outgoing
bloodstream deflates his boy organ he is clothed in his concert uniform in
seconds.

Again the angels' contribution to the concert is a hundred percent
success. Toppers were Oh Holy Night and Silent Night. The last song was
given in the German language also using the original Gruber
arrangement. After the final applause my three boys went to the conductor
and kissed him on both cheeks. For the audience a very charming and lovely
gesture, for the conductor a real and welcome surprise. A local CD shop
also had a very nice evening selling a large number of the Angels album!

V

After the concert we have to remove two inches of snow from the car before
driving to the hotel. The drive takes a rather long time. There is much
traffic and the roads are slippery.

All of us are a bit hungry and we enter the hotel restaurant directly after
arrival.

Soon a cup of mushroom soup is served and after that chicken and fries,
kids favorite food; all over the world.

Coffee for me and hot chocolate for the boys completes our souper and than
it's bed time, at least for the Angel singers.

We all change into our night shirts. Tom and Robin disappear to their room
and Johnny and I crawl under the sheets of the double King size bed. While
having some small talk Johnny grabs my hand and moves to his crotch.

"Sir", he says, "It's happening again. It's happening all the time now for
almost every day. Why is that sir; why is that happening to me?"

I feel his hardness through the fabric of his nightshirt and understand he
needs to talk about it.

So I start explaining he is on the edge of puberty and what he can expect
during the months to come. Exploring his genitals during our conversation I
discover that his testicles already have gain in size. It's also possible
to move his foreskin back and forth completely without causing any pain for
him.

I decide to go on with this stimulation of his penis during the
conversation we have about the secrets of pubertal developments.

Than suddenly something nice happens. Johnny puts his arms around my neck
and presses his lips against mine. With the tip of his tongue he licks the
inside of my lips and as soon as I open my mouth his tongue slips inside my
mouth and starts playing around there.

Than the new wonder starts. His whole body tenses. He clamps his whole body
against mine and his throbbing penis offers him an early Christmas present;
his first dry orgasm. Soon he will produce the seed of new life and become
fruitful.



VI

Twelve, well almost thirteen years old Paul is in a deep sleep. The dorm is
very quiet this hour of the night. All boys sleep in peace and are
breathing soft and in a regular rhythm. Hundreds of millions of sperms are
fighting desperately to stay alive and to reach a ripe egg cell. Hellas
this a an all boys school, so the final destiny for each and every sperm is
a handkerchief, a bed sheet or may be even better, the warm body of the
seed owner. In four hours or so the dorm will come to live and everybody
will notice the typical smell of drying boy semen all over the place. The
sticky remains will be washed off as a start of a new day and, no doubt,
the testicles will produce more than enough sperms during the day to urge
the boys to another orgasm again.

Paul starts dreaming. He is deeply in love with Andrew, the prefect;
however Andrew has no idea about that fact. Paul sees Andrew
virtually. Their eyes meet and Paul runs towards the subject of his
love. During the run already his penis hardens. Paul puts his arms around
the neck of Andrew. The question in his eyes is send to Andrew. Paul
doesn't wait for an answer. He presses his lips on Andrews' mouth and
forces his tongue through Andrews' lips into his mouth. A long and intense
French kiss follows. Paul's hips start moving in a steady rhythm. His penis
reaches maximum hardness. The blood flow in is much more powerful than the
bloodstream leaving the organ. Paul starts moaning in his sleep and soon
after that a nocturnal emission follows. Several spoons of semen land on
the bed sheet. With the excitement Andrew's picture and presence fade away
also. Paul is to dizzy to wake up completely. He turns to his left side and
sleeps further.

When all the boys are on their way to their classrooms, Andrew inspects the
dormitory, especially the beds of the boys. Paul's bed shows him at least
four typical stains as last nights remains.

Andrew smile is there. Another first ejaculation took place in his
group. Cake with sloppy icing will be again the holy duty of the kitchen
staff today. Another proud boy will celebrate his special tea time with his
friends this afternoon. Hallelujah, a boys' life is a lifelong mystery but
exiting, endless exiting.

VII

Again the aula is filled with all pupils and their parents. The vicar's
sermon is interesting and not to long. The decoration all over the place,
the many, many candles and of course our community singing of Christmas
carols leads to a more or less romantic and cozy atmosphere. A short
performance of me together with the Hillhurst Angels is a success and we
are honored with a long and standing ovation.

After an early lunch buffet boys and their relatives leave the school
building on their way to the parking place, now filled with an incredible
number of Rolls Royce's, Bentley's and other very expensive cars.

It is marvelous to see my boys walking along clothed in their pearl grey
weekend uniforms. All going home or to guest-parents to spend their
Christmas holiday.

Most of them will find a new short pants suit on their bed and will be
proud and happy to wear those new cloths. Only a few will have to face a
new suit with longs. Those ones will wear the long trousers when it is
absolutely inevitable and go back to short pants when possible. Boys will
be boys for ever.

There is only one boy left in my care. Julian and I will visit his mum on
the first Christmas day. It is to difficult for him to spend his holidays
in the clerical palace his mother is working and living in. His bad
memories are to recent and therefore he refused to go there for several
weeks. I called his mother and she fully understood the boys'
problem. After our visit to her we will go to London and spend most of the
holiday period there using my apartment an exclusive bed and breakfast for
the two of us.

With the boy I check the school building. The catering company has left and
there is no sign what so ever pointing to an extensive lunch buffer for so
many people. Before reopening in January the household staff will remove
all Xmas decorations and clean the building for the new semester.

The central heating is already switched back to night temperature. I lay my
arm around Julian's shoulders and he puts his arm around my waist. Together
we walk to my apartment inside Hillhurst. After entering the place I go to
the kitchen to brew coffee. Julian lights the wood in the fireplace with
the usual long match. Close together we go and sit down on my couch. Man
and a boy; exchanging body-heat and energy, flowing into happiness.

TO ALL READERS: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A VERY HAPPY 2008.