Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2007 13:05:11 -0800 From: Bert Subject: Hillhurst Prepschool part 16 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. I received a number of useless emails about grammar and spelling. From now those emails are really useless because I don't give a damn. English is not my native language and when that's disturbing for you I suggest don't read my story. However if you like the story, feel welcome and enjoy it. Sometimes sex, sexual acts and so on will be there. If that is against the law of your country or your parents rules don't read the story. However in case 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 16. My mobile phone wakes me up at 5 in the morning. Lars sleeps very deeply and even doesn't notice I leave the bed and walk to the living room. While walking through my apartment I answer the phone and much to my surprise it's an officer of Global Airlines who's calling me. Suddenly an ice cold sensation affects my spine telling me something terrible has happened before the airline employee has said more than name and company. In a few sentences he explains to me everything about the plane crash and the fact that there are no survivors what so ever. I just manage to thank him and to save the number of Global in the phone memory. Than I fall down in one of the easy chairs in my living room and feel like being unconscious. I can't understand nor believe what was told to me a few seconds ago. Has to be a sick joke, must be. So many disasters in hardly 24 hours can't happen. I call Global Airlines again and most unfortunately they confirm the earlier phone call and the message that was given to me already. I can't cry. Too many tears were used already because of other disasters in my life, the moment I was told I lost both my parents at the same moment for instance. Now I only can feel anger; anger to the airline, anger to the whole damn world. It makes me furious; it's even difficult to breath for several minutes. What to do now I'm asking myself every minute. No school building left, the school owner and director dead and three boys in my house I have to look after. One orphan, one I have to protect against very rich and powerful boy lovers all living in London and a third one I can't send anywhere too because his parents are abroad and I have no address of any possible relative. Nice situation, I think... Jesus Christ, how I am going to handle this situation anyway? With the panic tears start to glide down along my cheeks and I cry for quiet some time without making any sound. All tension built up during the last 12 hours or so leaves my body together with my tears. At last I manage to calm down. Able again now to think clear about the situation I am forced into I make some decisions for this day. I decide not to inform the boys unless I have to. Secondly I want them to be happy these days and offer them an enjoyable Christmas period. Sure from the material side they are well off but from the point of real family life they are as poor as a kid can be. It's my duty to teach them how to spend one of the highlights of the year in a loving and joyful atmosphere. And by God or Queen I am going to offer that to them, is my final decision. Despite the early hour I light a cigarette and allow myself some scotch on the rocks. The house is still very quiet telling me the boys are still asleep. Tobacco and alcohol calm me down now completely. I am capable again to use my brains and to think clear. Tomorrow it's going to be Christmas day so even if I want to take some action it's very unlikely I can reach somebody whoever that may be. So, I say to my self let's enjoy the days to come and let's worry about anything later. A face wash, shave and teeth brush later I dress into a short pants suit completed with shirt and tie and grey knee socks of course. With my collection of short pants suits and school uniforms it's not going to be problem to find cloths for the boys either. Since primary school I kept all uniforms and cloths together and that's why my wardrobe is filled with boys' cloth on every square inch. After ordering a large breakfast for all I walk over to my own sleeping room to wake up Lars. Probably by instinct I enter the room very quietly. Lars seems to be in a deep sleep but nevertheless I notice some soft moans and some words I can't hear nor understand properly. One dimmed spotlight in a corner spreads just enough light to see the boy and what's happening. Not covered by the bed sheet I look at his glorious and gorgeous boy body. Slim. Kissed and tanned by the summer sun. My eyes wander from his perfect formed feet along his long and really nice legs to his crotch where his erect penis is throbbing out of a small bunch of very soft and blond pubic hair. The short but strong movements of his boy pride are in balance with his heartbeats I am sure. Speechless and almost breathless I realize myself I am a witness of, may be, the most intimate moments in the life of an up growing, pubertal boy, one of his wet dreams. The hot and exciting dream pictures leading to what is called in medical terms nocturnal emission. Source of pleasure but also, for the less lucky boys in many families, a source of feeling guilty after the remarks made by their fathers or mothers complaints about the stains in the bed sheets as a result of only an overproduction of sperms or sexual excitement short before the order to go to bed. Lars becomes more and more tensed now. And just after I am able to hear, yes sir, please go on sir, his penis grows longer and harder and erupts like a volcano, shooting spurt after spurt of milk white semen. Most of it lands on his chest and stomach till the spasms calm down and let the last drops glitter as diamonds in his pubic hair. It was a fascinating and almost scientific event I was able to watch that close. Interesting and overwhelming in a way. Interesting enough to watch it without any sexual reaction of my own body I discover. Erotic and exciting of course but for me, now and here, my wish to expand my knowledge about up growing boys comes in the first place. The brain commanding body functions. Hormones activate the body into a long and intense orgasm. Reproduction, satisfaction, lust, love and much more feelings all together leading to this wonderful capability of the human body in general and more precisely the male body. And there is Lars. Calmly breathing now and looking very, very vulnerable. To my surprise he even hasn't wake up after his orgasm and sleeps again very peacefully. Nevertheless I decide to wake him up. A soft wipe with a paper towel to clean his body and a firm kiss on his ruby red lips is enough to open his eyes. On his way to the bathroom he is! Andrew and Jamie are spooning and snoozing together when I enter their room. The smell is boyish; no semen was "spoiled", that's for sure. `Please sir, five more minutes' doesn't help them and in one move I remove the duvet exposing their naked bodies to the cold world. Well cold, my apartment is well heated so it's not really a torture for them. Both of them show their usual morning wood pointing to the air. After a firm kiss on their lips too they rush to the bathroom to empty full bladders and to wash. After a short while the three boys join me in the living room with only one question: what are we going to wear today? Smiling I take them to my sleeping room and open the large wardrobe for them. They all choose a grey corduroy uniform; shorts, shirt and tie. The only difference is the color of their knee socks. Grey and Navy blue. All completed with black loafers and a corduroy blouson jacket with elastic waist and zipper. For everyone the right sizes were there. We join together in the living room and wait for breakfast delivering. Soon the house telephone rings and the doorman requests permission to send the catering boy upstairs. No problem, a few minutes later we enjoy a real English breakfast. While the boys wash the dishes in the kitchen my telephone rings again. "Mister Powels?" "Yes..." "Mister Colin Powels?" "Yes that's me". "Ok, my name is Henri Hillhurst. You heard about the plane crash I presume?" "Yes the airline gave me a call earlier this morning". "Ok, no further questions over the phone please. I'll send a car in half an hour. The driver will bring you to our office where we can discuss the situation". "But I have three pupils here I can't leave alone..." "Bring them here too; they can watch a movie while we are talking together". "Ok let the driver telephone me when he has arrived and we'll come to the front of the apartment building. You know my address?" "Of course mister Powels don't worry". I inform the boys I have to go to a meeting and they have to go with me. Ten minutes later the car driver calls me and together we go down to the central hall of the building. I explain to the doorman we were in an accident last night and that the boys are pupils of the school I am working for spending their holiday with me. In front of the building a large Bentley is waiting for us. Even this kids belonging to well off families get excited when entering a car like this. Many times they tell me how cool this vehicle is. After a while we reach our destination; A rather large office building. On a gold plated shield on the wall I can read "Hillhurst & Hillhurst solicitors". A lady opens the door showing a smile to everyone. The boys are lead into a kind of waiting room with an easy chair for all of them. A large screen lights up and as soon as they are seated a movie starts to entertain them. I've just enough time to notice they are going to see Billy Eliot before she tells me to follow her to her boss's office. Meeting Henri Hillhurst for the first time means a bit of shock for me. I have the illusion my former boss is here. Even the voice of this Hillhurst member confuses me because it's completely the same sound I was used to hear. "Sit down please Colin. You're looking at the twin brother. Jeez you still look like a schoolboy indeed". Our eyes meet each other for several long moments. For the both of us it is a strange situation anyway and I don't know what to say to be honest. "Sir, may I offer you my condolences. I am very sorry about the plane crash and I am going to miss your brother very badly". "Thank you so much Colin and please stop the formal approach. My name is Henri for my friends and that includes you. First of all I want you to know I am extremely happy we lost no further lives due to this chain of accidental events so to speak. You please hear me out first and after I've told you the complete horror story you are free to ask any question and I will give the answers you need. No doubt you have asked yourself many questions what the hell has taken place the last two days". I smile at him as a signal to go on. "As I understood from my brother he informed you about all electronic devices in the school building including the cameras. My brother used all these cameras as a daily routine and recorded almost every minute during day and night. Being a boy lover he liked to watch the recordings during evening hours in his room. No need to tell you of course all this material was, well, hot enough to satisfy a lot of pedosexuals all over the world and worth a fortune. A criminal organization somehow discovered the existence of these tapes and tried to force my brother to give the tapes to them. Of course he became furious and refused. Short after his contact with the members of the organization he undermined the whole school building and secured the system. Each day a signal from his mobile phone was needed to deactivate the explosives and all. This worked perfect till the day he died in that plane crash. No phone signal and...well you know the result perfectly well. All evidence has been destroyed completely. Of course I wouldn't be surprised if it turns out the plane was destroyed by a bomb of the organization I mentioned to you. And now, tell me please how you and the boys were able to escape from that inferno". I tell in headlines the way we were able to escape and how we went to London afterwards. As soon as I mentioned the room under the stage of the auditorium Henri Hillhurst smiles. "The wall of fame was still there?" he asks. I grin. "Yes, and what's more a pair of my own underpants was hanging there also!" Henri chuckles, "I am not surprised about that, you're still one of them besides all other qualities you have". I end my report and there are a few moments of silence between us. "What about a drink", Henri asks. Some scotch and water, I decide. "Ok Colin, what are we going to do now?" "You tell me Henri. We've got a large problem on our head. In a few weeks all pupils have to return to school but there is no school anymore". "Do I understand you wish to go on working for Hillhurst Prepschool?" "Do I wish? That's really an understatement Henri, this school and its pupils has become the fulfilling of my life. I have to go on with it." "Hurrah, three cheers for you. I offer you the position of managing director now. Just say yes, please". "No Henri, what I want to be is headmaster of Hillhurst. You have look for somebody else to manage the place and to do the bookkeeping tasks. I am a teacher in the first place. My task is to educate and to raise kids. That's the profession I was educate for and that's what I want to do". "Ok", Henri says, "to be honest this was the reply I expected already. However I have to ask you to act as a managing director during the rebuilt period. After that you can hire a manager to relieve you from bookkeeping tasks. Dow we have an agreement?" I nod yes and together we raise our glasses and drink to the new Hillhurst Prepschool, rising out of the ashes like a phoenix. "OK", Henri starts talking again," today a contractor has start filling up the large hole with the remains of the building with sand. He promised me the job will be ready before tomorrow. Right after Christmas temporary prefab buildings are going to be built and will be ready in time to use after the holiday period. Right after New Year and architect starts working to present a draft for the new permanent building as soon as possible. All this means you'll be needed there the morning after boxing day. Is there any other problem for the time being?" I can't help grinning," Just a small one, who is going to pay the bills?" Henri chuckles again. "Good question. I forgot to tell you. John had assets up to a hundred million pounds. You are the only heir. There is enough cash available to pay for everything. If you wish we can administer everything for you and send you a report every month". I agree with everything and after we have talked over all remaining details it's time to return to the boys. Entering the waiting room I am able to see the last part of the movie where Billy Elliot has become the star of the show. On my request we can use the Bentley again to Oxford Street and from there we walk to one of London famous Carvery's; the type of restaurant to bring hungry boys. That's where they can have all they can eat for a fixed price. It's not the money of course inspiring me to choose a place like that. It's just less complicated than ordering two menus for the same person! After we've found a table for four I order a bottle of Matheus Rosé wine and together we go to the counter to load our plates with a huge slice of lamb and beef, together with fried potatoes and a portion of England's traditional vegetable mix; peas and carrots. We all like the food and our constant filled mouths prevent us from talking. It's not surprising at all my three boys walk to the counter to fill their plates for a second time. No place left for dessert so I hand over my master card to the cashier to pay the very reasonable bill. Outside we enter a cab to ride us back to my apartment to spend the rest of the day. As soon as we are settled together in the living room a thousand questions are asked about the school and the future. And also about what really took place that night. Of course it isn't possible to fill them in about the reasons of the explosions destroying the school building completely. Nevertheless they are very pleased when I tell them Hillhurst will continue and a new school will be built. After I have informed them about the solution that was found during the construction period of the new building I telephone Johann Weinberger to inform him we need to stay at his place for a while. As I expected we are more than welcome. After that our conversation changes to the movie they saw this morning. They all liked this film very much and picked up the `red line' telling them that when you really want something in your life you have to work or even suffer before the goals are reached. Of course that woman dancing teacher has been a great help but in the end it was Billy himself who did it. "But sir", Andrew asks, "that friend of Billy walking around in a girls dress looked very weird to me". "May be", I reply, "but what's against it when that boy feels himself good in his sisters' dress? People will tell it's strange or even weird but anyway no harm is done to anyone isn't it? Besides that I am sure many people will say I am weird too because I still wear short trousers all the time, but I am happy to be dressed like that because it makes me feel free and young and it reminds me of my boyhood years. And I can tell you most of the girls in secondary school and later at university considered me as very, very cute and I was rather popular those times". "Do you think Billy was a poof sir?" Lars asks. "May be, the movie wasn't completely clear to me about that question". Jamie looks at me. "You know sir", he starts, "what we are doing together, I mean sex and stuff is all a bit poofy, isn't it? Do you think we are gay sir?" I smile. "No Jamie, I think we are bonobo's". Three pairs of large eyes ask for further explanation. "Look", I start, "a bonobo is monkey belonging to the chimpanzee species. And as you all probably know those monkeys stay very close to humans. In fact their DNA is very similar to ours. Well for bonobo's sex is very important in their life. They practice all kinds of sex like masturbation, oral sex and intercourse. They also caress each other a lot to show their affection. Sex is the solution for almost everything; even when there is a conflict they solve that by having sex together. Moreover, bonobo's make love and have sex not only between males and females but also with their own gender". "But we are no apes sir", Andrew says. "True", I reply, "the difference is that monkeys are not humans and therefore there is no knowledge of religion. So for them sex and affection are just very nice feelings, mentally and physical as well and they can enjoy that without any restriction. A long time ago for us people the same situation was there. However after the Christian churches came up they took power over the people and started to teach them sex is kind of dirty and is only allowed between adult men and women to reproduce themselves. Well I prefer the bonobo way of life and see no harm what so ever. If it turns out some day your sexual preference is to make love with males instead of females or you are bi-sexual, so be it. In that case you were born that way. Till you are a grown up it's my opinion you can experiment with all kinds of sex with only a few conditions. Never force anyone to have sex with you and for gods sake do not make babies by accident in the first place. Besides that the moment you don't want fooling around anymore than stop it. Sex will only give real pleasure when both partners want to do it. But again I don't see, within those conditions, why we are not entitled to have fun and pleasure together". It's silent for quiet some time in the room. Than Andrew and Jamie look at me. I nod yes and together they disappear to their sleeping room. Lars crawls on my lap and we start kissing together ending into passionate French kissing...!