Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2006 13:04:15 -0700 From: Bert Subject: Hillhurst part 12 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 12 It's Wednesday afternoon again. For the smaller ones it's only classes for half a day to give them the break they need. Many times the older pupils make slightly jealous remarks on that, telling me again and again school is very tiring for them also! I always laugh that away and invite them to raise their lazy ass from the chair they are sitting on and pay attention to all these life saving intellectual stuff they all need so badly. Right after lunch little Ian grabs my hand and walks with me to my apartment. Since the attempted rape, now several weeks ago, he has become much tensed and acts very nervous when he has to undress to have a shower for instance. It's obvious he has lost his trust in adults including his housemaster he is really fond of as a matter of fact. For some reason or another I am not included. He still trusts me and after consulting my former professor I treat him by using a natural physical approach. Hopefully he will gain enough progress that way leading to self confidence, trust instead of distrust and a return to boyish innocence. Besides that he has to experience that physical contact can be pleasurable and doesn't necessarily lead to pain and abuse. So far the little one refuses to tell who was it penetrating him; no doubt giving him a threatening and painful experience. Too many small kids experience these kinds of traumatic and abusive attacks by adults most of the times even executed by parents or other close relatives. The result of that is an almost hysterical reaction from society. Because of that most adults became scared to express their feelings of love to children by cuddling and caressing them. Parents, teachers, relatives and so on express their love with their hands behind the back and at least a distance of two feet to avoid each and every physical contact. In future society will pay the bill for this, one way or another. Entering my living room Ian eyes immediately turn to the coffee table. Of course it's there, waiting for him. A piece of chocolate, a glass of orange juice as well. He runs over to satisfy his oral needs! Meanwhile I undress him and after he has finished his snack I walk him over to my bathroom. After the first rinse I take my time to soap his body all over. I do not avoid his little boyish genitals, the small penis pointing out all the time; the glans fully covered by the prepuce. It's still connected with the small acorn and not possible to move it all the way up. His small scrotum. Smooth and without crinkles. Two peanut size testicles hardly show off. I am just able to feel spongy texture when I soap his ball sac. From the back I soap his little buttocks including the bum crack as well. Further down his legs and feet ask for attention. He squirms a bit when I clean his feet between the toes. After another rinse I wash his hair to complete the ceremony. As all the other small boys his haircut style is very short close to a crew cut even. After a last rinse he is in front of me on the bathroom floor. With a warm soft towel I dry his tiny little body till the skin is pink everywhere. Than I lift him from the floor and hanging over my left shoulder he is transported to my massage table in the living room. Gently I place him on the mattress. Face down and bum up so to speak. Using extremely aromatic massage oil I start the tender, very, very soft massage he likes so much. As soon as my hands are touching his skin, he purrs like a kitten and doesn't make any movement at all. After about 15 minutes he turns himself without any request to do so. When I reach his legs again he spreads them enough to be able to touch the inside of his thighs also. In the end I oil his genitals with my fingertips. This part is not like a massage, just adding some oil to feed that skin parts too. Slowly I bend over and place a soft kiss on his forehead, both cheeks and another one on his cherry red smooth lips. As always not a word was spoken during the last hour or so. Ian just enjoys this physical attention very much; absorbing my feelings of love, real love. I lift him from the table and carry him over to my bed. Together we crawl under the duvet and almost immediately my little friend falls asleep. He is resting close to my body and his boyish heat radiates to me like an infrared lamp. His breathing is slow and deep, he's sleeping like only little boys can do. As always he wakes up after exactly thirty minutes. I pretend I am still sleeping. Ian kisses me and bites the tip of my nose. Still pretending I do as I wake up very suddenly and grab his little body to tickle him everywhere. Giggling and squirming he tries to escape from my hands but no chance. "Stop sir, or I'm going to wet your bed", he yelps. Together we walk to the living room where he dresses himself again in his school uniform. Meanwhile I make tea. "Sugar or honey", I ask from the kitchen. "Honey please sir, and biscuits as well please", is the reply from the living room. It's not Ian's voice but Jonathans', his group supervisor. He always comes in for tea to collect his pupil and to make the transfer to the group easier for Ian. We sit together enjoying our cup of tea and talking about minor subjects. Just before they go Jonathan makes eye contact with me asking that way Ian told me about his secret offender. I just can shook my head in disappointment and off they are. Just a few minutes later I hear my group running along the corridor to the living room for tea and biscuits as well. Before I go there to join Anthony enters my living to check on his penis. Without any shame or reluctance he lowers his shorts and y-front giving me access to his privates. Together we have a look and it is obvious the healing process is completed. His foreskin now covers around twenty five percent of his glans. With his permission I retract his prepuce and check the frenulum or the nerve like my boys name it. The connection between foreskin and the nerve is still intact. Moving the remained foreskin up and down a few times Anthony's penis becomes alive changing into a healthy boy's stiffie. The colour of his cheeks changes immediately into a deep red and the expression of his face is one of confusion. "Oh sir", he says, "I didn't mean to sir". I send him a comforting smile. "Don't worry kiddo. It's a perfectly normal reaction when somebody touches your penis like this. By the way are you already used to it now? The head is very sensitive and is now touching your underpants all the time when you sit or walk." "Oh, well sir", he replies, "You are right it is sensitive and it's getting hard all the time; but to be honest that already was happening to me before the accident". "Well than you are content with it after all", I decide for him. Anthony looks at me. "Well to tell you the truth sir I like it the way my dickie is now. Before the operation the skin was too long and I hated that. After peeing I always had to dry everything with toilet paper and now I simply can shake off the last drops". That's the sunny side of youth I presume. Almost everything has a bright side for them and they are still able to accept all events in life as not threatening, natural and normal. "Ok lad", I say, "Anything else on your mind?" Anthony hesitates before opening his mouth again. "In fact there is something I need to talk about with you sir". "It sounds to me you're going to need more time for that than a few minutes", I say to him. "Think so too sir". "Well, unless it really can't wait we better talk after lights out". "That's ok sir, I can wait till than". In the living room all boys are enjoying their tea and biscuits, a few are watching TV but most of them are just talking together. Andrew is the one bringing me my tea and biscuits and sits down besides me. "What was the conversation about?" I ask him. Andrew grins. "Well sir", he starts, "Yesterday Jamie and me walked to the tree house to check everything is ok there. After we entered the wood suddenly a man jumped forward from behind the bushes. He opened his raincoat and we noticed he wasn't wearing anything else but that coat. His dick was very big and very hard and we didn't know what to do. We were like frozen to the ground and we just looked to that guys' crotch. And than sir, than he has shoot a lot of sperm in our direction without even touching his penis. I swear sir, his sperm landed right in front of us missing our shoes only one inch or so!" The whole group burst out in laughing making more or less dirty remarks. "Why is that man doing that sir? I don't understand", Sean asks. "Oh boy", I say, "That's a bit difficult to explain. Well let me tell it this way. There are men who are not capable to have friends. They are too shy to talk with other people and surely too shy to tell someone he is attractive for him. So these kind of men become excited when they suddenly and unexpected show their genitals to other men or boys. By the way they are completely harmless and you can do two different things; pay attention or walk along without looking. More questions?" No reaction what so ever so I presume it's all clear to them. "Ok", I say, "Let's go for a walk; I need some fresh air". Andrew grins from ear to ear. "Do you need your raincoat sir?" He asks in a very sweet manner! "No thanks, not this time", a remark funny enough to laugh together again. Together we leave the building. It's rather cold but sunny and no wind at all. The fresh air kisses my bare thighs and I love that feeling as always. A few weeks ago we asked the boys their opinion about introducing winter uniforms with long trousers. Everyone with no exception reject that telling me that's a silly idea. Like me they all seem to become addicted to shorts as an easy and pleasant piece of cloth. Andrew is walking along with me while the rest of the group is in front of us. We talk together about everything and nothing so to speak and I learn the relationship with Jamie is developing fine. They really fancy each other and for the rest of the boys it is perfectly normal they sleep in the same bed most of the nights. I have noticed these two lads have also sex together rather frequently thanks to the camera system in the dorm. The way they satisfy each other is still rather boyish like jerking off each other and sometimes a sixty nine party together. They also like French kissing a lot as well as cuddling and caressing all those secret sensitive spots the boy body is hiding. Walking all the way with Andrew at my side I realise myself that Lars is avoiding my company completely for several days now. It's strange because till recently he wanted my attention as much as possible. I have to talk to him soon I decide however tonight I made an appointment with Anthony. Well tomorrow I've to see Lars I tell myself. The rest of the evening slides away as normal as en evening can be. Dinner is tasty as always. Watching TV for some time, Kevin's relaxation treatment; soon enough it's bedtime again. I've send Anthony to my apartment already to make us some tea. After cooling down a little too naughty atmosphere I make my night kiss round. It's amazing all these preteens and teens appreciate my night kiss that much. Lars is still different. His eyes are looking sad to me, missing the normal glittering and sparkling. He hugs me very tight and when I look at his face again a single tear rolls down his right cheek. "Come to me after lights out tomorrow evening", I whisper. "Ok sir, if you still want that tomorrow", he whispers back. Obviously he is struggling with a big problem. "I can ask Anthony to switch with you". "No sir, you promised Anthony to talk with him tonight and than you have to", he says, "Don't worry sir, I can manage till tomorrow". I give him an extra kiss and switch off the lights. "Ok guys; don't play with yourself too long". Here and there somebody is giggling. Entering my living room I notice tea is already on the table and what's more besides my cup I see my box of cigarettes, a box of matches and an ashtray. Well, well, I say to myself, this boy knows what I need after a long day. Anthony already wears his nightgown. Obviously a last years' one so it's easy to look at his boyish jewels from the position I sit. I really like the way his acorn looks now after his partially circumcision. His nuts are rather mature already hanging on the bottom of the crinkled skin sac. The moment he notices I am looking into his crotch his dickie starts to rise; lifting the fabric of his nightshirt at the same time. He smiles at me not even trying to hide his genitals for me. I smile back. "Do you mind I smoke a cigarette now?" I ask. "No sir, not at all, you please do. Can I have one too sir?" I consider his desire for a few moments and decide to refuse. "Nope", I say, "I know you boys are smoking sometimes secretly but I can't allow you to smoke in my presence. I am sorry". "Oh, it's ok sir; I understand your position". Together we drink our tea; the fluid is still hot, strong and sweetened by honey. I prefer normal sugar but of course I am not going to complain. Soon our cups are empty again and after lighting a cigarette I ask him what I can do for him. Anthony remains silence for another couple of minutes. "You know sir", he starts telling, and "This is difficult for me, really difficult. And I need your promise first sir; you are not going to be mad at me". I wonder what this, for him, serious problem might be. Of course I assure him whatever is coming up I will not loose my temper because of it. Again a long moment of silence is there. Finally a deep and loud sigh escapes from Anthony's mouth. "Well you know sir; I know you love Lars very much. And he says he loves you a lot too. But now sir, I love him too, I love him a lot, I really do. And ... well you know sir... Lars tells me he loves me too. And we have sex together sir; almost every day". Anthony runs over to me and presses his body against mine after he sits down on my left side. I lay my arm around his shoulders when he starts sobbing and sobbing and sobbing. He really must have been very scared for my reaction to him. With my right hand I caress his inner thigh. Slowly he stops crying and to my surprise he starts caressing my inner thighs also. Yes his boyish member is erect, mine isn't soft either. The moment he notices that he removes my shorts and y-front in a split second. The next moment we are in the 69 position on the floor. For one reason or another we know exactly how to please each other at a maximum level. Soon too soon, the both of us start groaning and moaning and the very same moment we go over the edge. Our bodies completely tensed. Our penises give the well known and delightful almost burning sensation followed by the sperm shooting. Spurt after spurt fills our mouth, too much to swallow in time. At last we fall down and clamp our bodies together. Completely empty we are and our balls are aching. I feel satisfied, completely satisfied. Finally we walk over to my bathroom and have a shower together. Back in the living room I have a scotch on the rocks. For Anthony I prepare a boys' drink. Some scotch and seven up. Without thinking I give the boy a cigarette as well when I light one. The way he smokes proves this isn't his first one. "I don't understand sir", Anthony says, "All of a sudden I needed to have sex with you. And you know I enjoyed every second of it". "Same here", I reply quit and calm, "Do you regret it now?" "No, not at all, sir; it was great, really great. Does that mean we're in love with each other?" I smile. "No Anthony, I don't think so. I've no doubt we like each other and for me you are really attractive because you are very handsome. We also were kind of tensed of course but the main reason was the whole situation made us simply horny and we allowed ourselves too listen to our bodies". "What about Lars sir?" "Don't worry dude. I will speak to Lars tomorrow as I promised him tonight". Anthony finishes his drink and smoke. "I better go to bed now sir", he says. After a kiss on his forehead and a `good night' he's off to the dorm.