Date: Sat, 05 Jul 2008 15:58:25 +0200
From: blueshorts@hushmail.com
Subject: Hillhurst Prep School II part 7

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Hillhurst prep school II part 7

I

After a long day filled with office-work I decide to go for a long and
refreshing walk to clear my mind and to regain some pure oxygen.

On my way along the main corridor of the school building I met Dylan.

"Going out sir?" he asks.

"Yep, I go for a walk in the wood".

"Can I join you sir?"

"Sure if you like but you've to inform your prefect first. I'll wait for
you here".

Watching him running to his group living room I can't help smiling. Dylan
is with is since about four weeks now. He was brought in by his father, a
very wealthy man and a politician now. A politician as some kind of a hobby
I presume.

Coming in that day Dylan was clothed in grey longs, a blue blazer in
combination with white shirt and tie; the total completed by grey ankle
socks and black loafers.

It was a nice, almost adorable 13 year old boy showing very good manners
and speaking the kind of English related to the way our royal family is
used to speak in public.

However, the moment he discovered our school uniform his attitude changed
in a split second. His cheeks turned red. With his still boyish voice he
made it very clear to me. No short pants and knee socks for him. Not here
and not anywhere in the world.

It was obvious his father felt very embarrassed about the attitude of his
son and I noticed he was ready for a strong approach. Making eye contact
with the man I made clear to him to leave it to me. The whole situation
made it clear to me it should be the wrong reaction to force the boy now to
obey this part of our school rules. No, this situation needed a more subtle
approach.

So I asked his prefect to come over and told him to go with Dylan to change
into uniform. I also made clear that Dylan was allowed to wear his long
trousers as long is he wanted.

After he had left I told his father I was pretty sure his son would change
into short pants after a few days as a result of group dynamics and the
need of every kid to belong to the group he is living in.

I'll never forget the wide grin of the man after I explained my strategy to
him and that I was convinced Dylan would be glad to wear short school pants
in less than one week time.

You should consider becoming a politician; was his remark before he started
to laugh out loud. After lunch he said good bye to his son and it was my
task to bring the boy to his classroom. I introduced Dylan and told his
friends he would explain by himself why he prefers to wear longs instead of
shorts and left the classroom.

No need to tell you I think my strategy worked. It worked even sooner than
I expected. Only three days after admission Dylan came to my office and
asked for shorts and knee socks. After asking what has changed his mind he
told me that his peers had made clear to him he looked ridiculous being the
only boy in school wearing longs. Besides that he had tried shorts and knee
socks of one of the other boys and experienced how nice that felt
especially outside on the playground or in the woods. However what really
made me smile was a telephone call of his father just to tell me he got a
letter from his offspring telling him to be sure there would be at least on
short pants suit available at home when he would come over for holiday!

Well another victory; again a teen boy changed into a real boy again and
enjoyed that fact in his life.

II

After a few minutes Dylan returns. He has changed his uniform into PE
shorts and t-shirt completed with white ankle socks and a pair of yellow
sneakers. He looks adorable and tempting in that outfit, I can assure you
that in all honesty. His legs are well built and so is his whole body. He
changed his hairstyle into a very short cut and with a little help of some
gel his one inch long hair is pointing to heaven. All this completed by
green eyes, pink cheeks and healthy colored lips. When he smiles he shows
sparkling white healthy teeth with one tooth standing a little bit
crooked. Showing off that way he is not completely perfect gives him even
some extra charm.

Soon we walk together to the surrounding woods. The weather is very nice
today. The sun is shining from a cloudless sky and a refreshing wind blows
directly against all uncovered skin. Feelings like this always make me half
erected and a little horny at the same time.

I lay my arm around Dylan's shoulders and the same moment I can feel his
arm around my waist. Without talking we walk into the wood and enjoy the
fresh air and the nice smells from many kinds of wild flowers and pine
trees.

After a while I notice the deep sighs escaping from Dylan's chest. In my
experience that's the usual sign boys show when something is troubling
their mind and on the other hand they are not sure or too shy to talk about
it.

I also know that in most cases some encouraging and invitation to tell what
is bothering them leads them over the edge of hesitation or shyness.

So I hold on and turn Dylan's front to mine and embrace him tightly.

"Hey whopper; does anything bothering you?"

Dylan makes eye contact and a deep blush colors his cheeks deep red.

"Yeah, how do you know sir?"

Feeling the urge to kiss him I press my lips against his forehead and kiss
him there for a few seconds.

"I heard your sighs kiddo, that's why I know", I answer his question.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Another deep sigh can be heard immediately followed by another one.

"You know sir", he says softly, "it's just I love you. I love you so much
that I dream about you every night".

"I see and what's happening in those dreams? Can you tell me about that?"

"Well...you know...you always come to me and after a smile you crawl under
the bed sheets with me...and than we cuddle for a long time. It feels so
real and so nice sir and in the end we kiss for a very long time; than I
wake up with a stiffie and I get those feelings like I have to piss but
much stronger and better and than my penis starts spewing a lot of white
stuff on my stomach".

"Come on", I decide for the two of us.

"Our tree house is not far from here. Let's go there to talk things over".

III

Entering the tree house I notice the pleasant smell of fresh wood. A quick
scan tells me some repairs have been done and the painting work hasn't
started yet. No doubt all will be finished by the end of this week.

The way Dylan expressed himself a few minutes ago gave me the impression I
was dealing with one of those nowadays rare boys who are not educated well
enough about reproduction and sexuality.

We sit down on the large bench inside the tree house together, Dylan almost
glued to my side. After I've light my second cigarette of this day a few
questions from me confirm my impression. It becomes clear Dylan visited an
orthodox catholic school before and no lessons were given about love, lust
and sex. To my abhorrence Dylan told me that his father entered his room
once and catched him masturbating. A merciless spanking and several days
filled with pain while sitting down on the hard wooden school bench was the
sanction for his deadly sin. My appreciation for his father turned around
immediately into blind hate because of this cruel and loveless attitude to
his son.

During our conversation Dylan changed his position spontaneously by
stretching himself on the bench and putting his head in my lap. Calm and
slowly I revealed all the secrets of human reproduction, the physical
differences between boys and girls, the attraction between boys and girls
but also the pleasure boys can give to boys and girls to girls as well. I
told him about men who are attracted to boys and the fact that many boys
feel attracted to men. I explained that most of out sexual activities are
not meant to make children but to enjoy the warmth of mutual love and the
heat of passion and sexual gratification. At the end I finished my lecture
by telling him about the many spots of his body which will give him
excitement and very nice feelings when stimulated by himself or someone
else. After that some questions from me made clear he was bright and
concentrated enough during the last thirty minutes or so to absorb all the
information I gave him.

IV

After some minutes of complete silence Dylan moves from my lap back to his
feet on the floor. Smiling to me he starts undressing himself. Sneakers,
socks, t-shirt and finally his black PE-shorts fall to the floor.

Allowing my eyes to glide along the surface of this boys' body I enjoy
again the exciting confrontation with a perfect creature nature can
deliver. About five feet tall and just over the edge of puberty; however
still looking like a preteen. The white skin of the crotch area is in
contrast with the suntan of his torso and legs. The size of his hands and
feet is in disharmony with his body and it will take some more time to
restore that. As a larger number of his orthodox catholic pals he was
circumcised in a classical way. Foreskin removed but the frenulum still
there and intact. The typical purple/blue color of his acorn proves the
operation took place a long time ago. His four inches long penis is fully
erect and straight touching his belly.

I spread my knees and move him forward till he is positioned between my
upper legs. Slowly I start caressing his back working down from neck and
shoulders to his bums and crack in between.

Our lips meet and we start kissing. Soon it's Dylan forcing his tongue
between my lips breaking into my mouth. Our tongues play around switching
from one mouth to the other and our mutual passion intensifies.

Knowing about the content of his dreams I end our kissing to prevent Dylan
to get a premature ejaculation.

As another reward I start nibbling his earlobes and move the tip of my
tongue slowly and stimulating in his ears.

Although there is some pubic hair around his penis, his armpits are still
smooth and hairless. While moving down with my hands I cover Dylan's face
with many butterfly-light kisses.

Fondling his nipples gives him a new sensation and forces him to moan.

From his knees I caress the inside of his thighs ending in using my
fingernails to stimulate the nerves of his scrotum and perineum.

Dylan is breathing deep and fast now so I decide to lead him into climax.
With his penis between fingers and thumb I lick the acorn like a lollipop,
using my tongue to press and stimulate the frenulum. Soon it's all too much
for my boy. He starts squirming and groaning. Seconds later he spends his
salty semen to my physical system and health.

His legs are very weak now and I have to place him on my lap to prevent him
from falling to the hard wooden floor of the tree house.

Slowly his breathing returns to normal and he opens his eyes to meet mine.

"Thank you sir", he says, "that was awesome. I love you sir, I really do".

V

After dinner I go to my apartment. Later on there is a knock on my
door. After a yes it's Dylan coming in.

He grabs my hand saying: "please sir, come with me".

Curious I give him the lead and together we walk along the corridor to the
aula. After crossing the stage there is the door leading to the basement.

I have the honor to be present at his initiation. Five boys undress him and
start fondling and caressing him all over his body. When he is about to cum
the boys leave him and Dylan asks me to finish the job. A pair of his
light-blue briefs in one hand and his penis in the other I stimulate him
till he shoots his boy juice against his briefs. Together we fix his proof
of "manhood" against the wall of fame. We all hug and kiss him and
congratulate him. Now he is part of the group and will learn the benefits
and pleasure of boy to boy love.