Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2006 07:48:23 -0700 From: Bert Subject: Hillhurst prepschool part 11 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. Sometimes sex, sexual acts and so on will be there. If it is against the law of your country or it will shock your parents don't read it. If you have an open mind and some knowledge about life, have fun! Of course the story is under copyright 2006. For them who like to email me the address has changed into: blueshorts@hushmail.com Hillhurst prep school part 11 Lars and I wake up the same moment. It's early enough to cuddle for a while. Looking deep into this boys' splendid blue eyes not one word is necessary. A lake of love is there and I drink and drink till my heart is filled with it almost becoming drunk. After a deep sigh Lars whispers: "oh sir, I love you, even when we never have sex again, I'll love you for ever". "Love you too Lars", I whisper, "I'll never let you down, I promise from the bottom of my heart". Although the both of us want to go on cuddling forever, the alarm clock tells it's time for a shower to start a new day. We ran to the bathroom and pee together on both sides of the toilet. As soon as the water in the shower cabin is running we step in together and soap each other on each and every body spot. Of course we give much of attention `down there' soon resulting in two dickies at full mast. While rinsing the soap off we embrace and clamp together very tight. Every square inch of my body touches Lars' skin. Our genitals are in close contact of course. In a steady rhythm we start moving our hips slowly increasing the pressure. Soon, very soon, Lars starts moaning and I also notice those delicious, almost painful feelings of lust flash through my penis from the base to the tip. The same second we freeze and clamped together our full loads of sperm mix together to a hot fruitful fluid. With a long French kiss we end this loving session and wash and rinse our tummies and boy jewels again. No talking is needed now. In complete silence we dry each other off. A last kiss and Lars runs completely naked to the dormitory. Only a minute after I started the mantra CD, Kevin walks into my apartment. My MBD kid is doing so well. The last teacher's assembly they all told me his concentration has improved one hundred percent. His marks are remarkably high now and it turned out he is very intelligent indeed. Just not intelligent but also interested in every subject and certainly no longer a pain in the neck during class hours. Last week I agreed to decrease his medicines to half the dosage the doctor subscribed. Although I wasn't sure about the outcome of that experiment, it worked out very well so far. Evening camera observations of the dorm also made clear to me he is sleeping sooner and even deeper now. As I said he walked into my apartment for his morning relaxation therapy. As every time now he hugs me very tight after entering and takes off his nightshirt. In the nude he positions himself on my lap and slowly and softly I cover his scrotum with my right hand. My left hand goes to his head to complete the energetic circle for him. Kevin is completely relaxed, laying down his eyes closed. My eyes go down and looking at his crotch I notice he has start sprouting some pubic hair around the base of his growing but still somewhat boyish penis. Kevin starts humming the melody of the mantra. Slowly blood starts filling his penis till his full erection touches his tummy. Is penis is moving in the same slow rhythm as his heartbeats. My boy becomes less and less relaxed and I feel his buttocks clamping together. With a groan and a moan his body tenses and all of a sudden he shoots a small, tiny jet of clear fluid on his tummy. Another first I witness. Kevin returns to relaxation and I can't resist to remove my hand from his ballsac. I use my finger to catch his pre pubertal boy juice from his tummy and taste. It's different from real sperm, sweeter and not salty at all. Kevin awakes so to speak; while sitting down besides me he lays his arm around my shoulders and plants a fat kiss on my cheek. "Are you ok?" I ask. "Sure sir, I feel fine. I just wonder it was different now. I had a very nice feeling in my dickie; it was like itching but much, much better and stronger. And I even feel better and more relaxed than ever". I smile at him and kiss him on his cheek. After some explanation he fully understands what has happened to him and shows again the child Kevin is growing up. Soon the beautiful butterfly will break his cocoon and enter full life. After swallowing his tablets I decide to walk him over to the dormitory. Moving along the corridor I hear a cry. The sound is like an animal which is going to die. I run to the dormitory and see all boys standing around Anthony. The lad is crying and screaming with his hands covering the front of his shorts. Blood is dripping to the floor. First of all I tell the boys to keep some distance. Removing Anthony's hands I see what happens. I am sorry to say but it is difficult for me to act seriously. However the boy is in really in pain because his zipper has catched his foreskin. Now I have to handle of course. I open the outside button and separate the two halves of the zipper with one quick tug resulting in another scream by Anthony. Looking at his dickie I see the damage is relatively small. I know he has a rather long prepuce. When his dickie is soft it's covering the head completely and even more than that. When he's erected his foreskin still covers a part of the glans. Now the sensitive part of skin is freed from the metal predator the pain has become less and Anthony stops screaming and crying. Andrew brings a clean handkerchief and a clean nightshirt. My intelligent red haired group member always understands immediately what is needed. After fixing the handkerchief around the boys' genitals he puts on the nightgown and off we go to my car. Although the bleeding has stopped he needs the attention of a doctor of course. On our way to my car I have a close look at Anthony. He is reasonable well again. The pink colour on his cheeks is back and he smiles back when he notices my smile to him. Soon we are on our way to the hospital in town. "I feel a bit stupid sir", my boy opens the conversation. "I wonder", I reply," Why you weren't wearing your underpants?" Anthony's face colour changes to a deep red immediately. Giving him the time he needs to give an answer to this question, in fact several minutes! "Well you know sir I have a stiffie all the time. The problem is when I wear my underpants it takes a long time before it goes down and it becomes very uncomfortable for me". "I see", I reply, "And this morning you closed the zip to rapidly without looking to it I guess". Hid head turns to me. "Yes sir, how do you know sir?" I smile. "I was a boy too Anthony; and that wasn't too long ago I can tell you". "What do you mean sir? This happened to you also?" "Good heavens, no! I was lucky enough to avoid that. What I mean is I can remember my thoughts were often elsewhere at the wrong moment and than something stupid and unpleasant happened to me". "Oh I see, sir. What do you think the doctor is going to do sir?" "Well I saw the damage to your foreskin and I think it will be necessary to remove the damaged part". "Oh Jesus, that's going to hurt me again sir". "Nope", I reply, "I know enough about that to assure you it's not going to hurt during the small operation. Afterwards it will be sour for a few days but you will get painkillers for that". A sigh of relief escapes from Anthony's mouth the same time I make a left turn to the parking lodge of the hospital. At the reception I explain what the problem is and soon a young doctor takes us to his surgery. "So another victim of the zipper," he jokes. "In my time we had only buttons to close our shorts fly and nothing like this ever happened to me or my friends". He grins to Anthony and he has to laugh too. In the mean time the doctor looked at the damaged dickie to see what to do about it. "Ok laddie, it's all not too bad. What I want to do is giving you a partial circumcision. Your foreskin is a bit long anyway so when I remove the damaged part your acorn will remain covered by the skin for about fifty percent. How is that?" Anthony looks at me with a questioning without any words. "Ok", I say, "That's the best thing to do Anthony". After the doctor has gathered everything he needs the procedure starts. Two injections in the base are needed to make the penis numb. Feeling the strong grip of Anthony's hand on mine the first injection must be rather unpleasant. A few minutes after the second injection; the anaesthetic is working properly. The doctor marks with a line on the skin where to cut. He stretches the prepuce over the dickhead, far enough to position the marking line outside the glans. With a pair of very sharp scissors the damaged part of the foreskin is removed. With some stitches he closes the wound. Some ointment and a small bandage complete the small operation. "Ok lad", the doctor says to Anthony, "You lay down for a few minutes. In the meantime I will instruct sir how to take care of you the next days. OK?" Anthony nods, he is just happy all is over now. I walk over to the doctors' desk and sit down there. The doctor hands over extra bandage, ointment and leucoplast. "Well", he says, "That wasn't too complicated. For the next three days I want you to renew the bandage three times a day. Apply some ointment every time. If the old bandage sticks to the wound put his penis in some boiled warm water till the bandage falls off. After three days he can shower again and no bandage is needed normally spoken. A few days later the stitches will fall off because it's the self dissolving type. That's about it. I will give you some painkillers for the first two days. If a high fever occurs or you notice the swelling of the penis increases I want you to come back to me. Otherwise he will start masturbate in two weeks or so from now". He grins kind of naughty to me. "We have a sickbay with a registered nurse", I tell him. "No, better not", he replies, "I prefer you handle this yourself like it would in the normal family situation. That's a far better approach than imitating a hospital situation. Let him sleep with you the first one or two nights. Send him back to class from tomorrow and treat him normal". After a last check Anthony puts on his night shirt again and together we walk to the car. Soon we are back on the grounds of Hillhurst. I am just in time for lunch and ask Andrew to stay with Anthony in my apartment. After ordering two meals from the kitchen to my apartment I have lunch with my group of boys. Of course many questions are asked and I inform them about everything they want to know. After lunch Andrew goes to classes and I am alone with Anthony in my cosy private home. We both can use a nap because it was an emotional morning all together. Anthony isn't complaining about pain and soon the both of us are sleeping like little babies! When Anthony wakes me up it's almost 3 o'clock. I decide to change his bandage and fortunately this one is easy to remove. It all looks good so I apply new ointment and a new bandage. Anthony complains about some pain and I give him a painkiller. He goes back to bed and I walk over to the group living room to prepare for tea and biscuits. I have still time so I return to my apartment. Anthony sits in on of the easy chairs watching TV. He tells me he went for a p and it hasn't been any problem. Well no problems to expect I guess. After lights out I go `home'. I have decided to send Anthony to his own bed in the dormitory promising of course I will check on him later on. After my evening shower I put on a clean nightshirt. Feeling tired but fresh I decide I've deserved a cigarette and a scotch on the rocks. I enjoy my two small sins a lot and switch of the tele to watch the BBC late news show. Suddenly there is an urgent knock on my door. "Come in, it's open", I shout. Sean enters hiding his crotch behind a towel. His face shows me an alarmed expression. "Please sir help me", he says almost crying. I walk to him and remove the towel. I can't help but I have to laugh this time. What I see is his swollen penis catched in a plastic milk bottle he probably stole from the kitchen. "Wanted to feel how it is to fuck sir but can't get my dick out of the bottle now. And it hurts, sir, it hurts like hell, really". >From my kitchen I get a small but sharp knife. When Sean sees it his eyes almost fall out of his head. "Oh please sir", he shouts, "Please don't cut it off!" "Don't worry, nothing will happen to you". I make a cut in the bottle far enough from his dickie. The air pressure inside the bottle returns to normal and now he can remove the plastic jail from his penis. Around the shaft I notice a dark ring so I fill a clean handkerchief with ice cubes and order him to put that around his penis. "Ever took attention during science lessons?" I ask him. "Yes of course sir; why do you ask?" "Ever heard of vacuum", I tease him again. "Oh shit sir, of course that's what happened. When I moved the damn bottle up and down; I removed the air in it at the same time. I am sorry sir". "No problem stud, next make a small hole in it first", I grin, "By the way was it nice after all?" "To be honest, no sir, it was more pain than pleasure I've to admit. You ever fucked a girl sir?" "If you mean I ever made love to girl the answer is yes. I presume you understand I don't like it when you use the F word". "Sure sir, sorry sir". I walk over to my bath room and return with a bottle of baby oil and hand that over to him. "What's that sir?" "Well I suggest you go back to bed and put a towel under you. Than pour baby oil on your hand and make a small tunnel around your penis. Move your hips slowly up and down and I am sure your feelings will become pretty close to what you feel making love with a girl". "Ok sir, thanks very much sir". There he goes my straight boy! After five minutes I switch on my computer and activate the dorm camera system. Sean is very busy I see and his face already has become as red as a rose. His hips are moving furiously and I am sure he added enough oil to his hand for the orgasm of his life. Kevin is sleeping like a baby. Oh jeez, I simply forgot his relaxation massage this evening. Anthony is awake and seems to be in some pain. So I close down my computer and go to the dorm with two tablets and some water. When I enter the dormitory Sean stops me when I walk along his bed. "It was great sir", he whispers, "It's never been as good as this". I give him a wink and walk over to Anthony. He swallows his pain killers and tells me he is ok.