Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2006 04:34:38 -0800 From: Bert Subject: Hillhurst Prep School part 7 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: dutchb14@icqmail.com Hillhurst Prep School, part 7. On my flat screen a letter appears. A letter written by my boss, the school director. I am scared, too scared to start reading immediately. There I go, I think. Even before the first week at Hillhurst comes to an end I'm going to loose my job. May be he will not go to the police. Hopefully he'll just kick me out; after telling me I'll never be able again to work as a school counsellor or teacher. What have I done? How stupid I was. For just a few moments of lust I am going to loose everything and everybody here. No longer will I hear these happy boy voices every day. How much I love already my ten pubertal devils. I can't miss them and I won't. Tears start flowing from my eyes. Can't see clearly now. I need a drink and a cigarette. While wiping my eyes with the back of my hand I pour myself another scotch. After lighting my cigarette I return to the screen and start reading. Hello Colin, Welcome to the club I would say. You have proved to be human just as all of us here. I have to confess I had my doubts when you came here for your interview. You were so goddamn controlled and, how to say that, so decent. Yes decent that's the word for it. But decent in a way which is neglecting the real needs of our pupils. Oh yes they are all from upper class and not to forget very decent families. But when they enter this institution they are all emotional invalids. They have parents but only in name. Their parents are complete strangers to them. In the name of love they are placed here. Placed? Dumped I rather would say. Here they start to communicate with their body. Hoping they are cute and sexual interesting enough to get some attention from the adults here. Of course we have nothing against sex. As long as no damage is done there can be physical contact between adults and boys as well as between the boys their selves. However besides sex and the lustful side of life they have to learn to communicate. They have to learn other social skills to survive in society. They have to learn to love and being loved. You Colin turned out to be able to give everything and with that of great value to our school. Welcome again. Oh, by the way, I expect you tomorrow morning at ten in my office for a coffee together. Good night son and sleep well. PS. Press the numbers one and two in the next screen. I can't believe my eyes. This is the last I expected to read. Rushing to the next and last screen I see two virtual buttons and activate number one. Another big surprise. On the screen I see a video in living colours of everything what has happened in my apartment so far. The way I masturbated. Andrews massage session and after that this evening with Lars; all completed with every spoken word in almost hifi quality sound. I relive these situations and feel my penis stiffening again. Yes it makes me horny again but also angry. Where can I find some privacy in this place? I activate button number two. What I expected is there, the dormitory of my group. With my mouse I can move the camera to every direction and into every corner inside the dorm. Somehow these infrared pictures are translated into normal colours instead of the normal faded green. Not as sharp as daylight images of course. However due to the circumstances the quality is amazing again. This whole equipment, including the glassfiber cables, must have cost a fortune. I move the camera to Sean. His duvet is on the floor and his nightshirt isn't covering his crotch at this moment. He is sucking his thumb wildly and I can hear the sucking sounds he is making. His penis is hard as a rock and knocking his belly on every heartbeat. Sean has a nice set of jewels and is by far the most matured member of the group. His nice sized balls are clearly visible in the ball sac between his legs. I wonder what he is dreaming at the moment. Deep asleep he starts moving his hips back and forth and a few moments later his balls jump to his body followed by five jets of thick creamy semen, landing on his nightshirt and stomach. On second after the last jet he wakes up. After grabbing an old Y-front from under his pillow and some cleaning he's ready to go to sleep again; this time under his duvet. Andrew and Jamie have found each other I discover in the next bed. Close to each other they are sleeping peacefully and as it seems to me, fully satisfied either! There is Tom, our choirboy. Sleeping like a baby. Looking really, really handsome with his dark hair and now closed deep blue eyes. He must have some Italian blood because his skin has a light brown colour making him even more adorable. Twelve years old now and as I noticed during shower time, physically spoken a preteen kid. Penis still small and no sign of growing balls either. Not a glimpse of body hair of course. His pure high treble voice is magic to my soul. Yesterday he came to me to show his choir uniform taking my breath away immediately. The uniform is all black except the shirt and knee socks which are both white. The shorts are real shorts. I mean the shorts of our school uniforms have to end four inches above the knee. Te inseam of the choirboy shorts is only two inches long and hardly covering the buttocks and just hiding the Y-front underpants. A black vest with a badge on the breast pocket completes this uniform. He is also the first soloist of the choir. In a few weeks from now there's going to be a Christmas concert. Tom already invited me with a free ticket. No doubt I will go there. Lars? Well Lars is asleep of course. Breathing in and out deep and calmly he obviously is recovering from his double orgasm and stuff. Ah Jordy my kissing clown. Completely covered and sleeping. During daytime he is constantly asking for attention and his jokes, at least most of them, are funny. He was the one who more or less forced me to start with our night kiss ritual. Now, only a few days later he is the one kissing me passionately on the lips and last night he even tried to open my lips with his tongue. I am curious already where he and I are going to end. Next to Jordy; Timmy and Jimmy, a pair of identical twins. Sleeping together in one double bed. Cute as hell and fooling everybody. I also have no idea who is who so I have named them both "Tjimmie". And than Anthony. My normal looking thirteen in a dozen boy. Perfectly in harmony with himself and with the world. Running through puberty but without much problems as it seems. He is humping his bed very calm, almost slow. Probably not able to sleep he knows. Some sex, even solo, is the best sleeping pill there is. Last but not least there is Kevin our MBD kid. Without knowing he is looking directly into the lens of the camera. Due to his minimal brain damage Kevin is hyper active and a bad sleeper. Fortunately he is not disturbing the other group members when he can't sleep. With a last shot all over I switch of the camera and close the connection. I decide to collect Kevin for a while and make him some tea. Very quiet I open the dorm door and walk over to his bed. When he opens his mouth to talk I place my finger on my lips and he understands. Together we walk to my apartment. "You fancy a cup of tea Kevin?" I ask. "Please sir, that would be nice", he replies, "Can't sleep again". A few minutes later we enjoy our tea in my living room. I haven't added sugar to sweeten the tea but a spoonful of bee honey. It's enriching the taste in the first place and also good to calm down the nerves. Kevin sits with me on the couch, leaning against me. Due to the high temperature of the tea he is forced to drink it slowly. Not easy for this kid being used to do everything very fast. From the corner of my eyes I observe him till his eyes catch mine. I smile and he smiles back. "Must be complicated for you many times", I say. "Oh yes sir, it sure is", he replies. "Don't you have some kind of pills to calm you down?" "I have sir but they don't help very well, often these damn pills are not helping at all". I feel sorry for this kid. He must experience a lot of misunderstanding from his friends and the adult world. I am sure every new rejection will make him more insecure and will increase his problematic behaviour. May be, just may be, the Indian approach will help him better than the pills he has to swallow now. "Kevin...". "Sir?" "I was thinking about your problems during the last moments. I think there might be a small chance, really small I'm afraid, that a certain approach is going to be helpful for you". Kevin looks surprised in my direction. "How do you mean sir?" "It's a diet in combination with a special therapy twice a day. The diet forbids all forms of sugar, chocolate and candy, especially coloured candy. The only sweetener allowed is bee honey. The therapy I will demonstrate to you in a few moments if you agree with both, diet and therapy. It also means you have to rise an hour earlier than the others". The boy is thinking deeply for quit a while. Finally he looks straight into my eyes. "Ok sir", he says, "If you are going to help me with it I want to give it a try". I hug him and kiss him on both cheeks. "That's my boy", I say, "Of course I am going to help you. Just a moment please". I walk to my CD-player and choose the mantra disc from the rack. As my Indian fellow student learned me, you have to play this ancient music very soft in cases like Kevin. Than I return to the couch and sit down again. Kevin knows what to do it seems. He stretches himself out to lie down. My arm supports his head; his shoulders and back resting on my lap. My right hand touches his scrotum. "Now concentrate on the music please", I say, "You better close your eyes". After one or two minutes his breathing slows down. That's the sign I am waiting for. I start caressing his scrotum with long, very light strokes. I have to do so for fifteen minutes. This is indeed a nerve calming therapy. There is no sexual arousal what so ever. Observing Kevin's face I see his still existing boyish innocence. The pink blush on his cheeks and the closed eyes expose also the vulnerable state he is in this moment. His full red lips are another landmark of his face. No involuntary muscle movement is there. Kevin is totally relaxed. Escaped from his normal world but totally conscious at the same time. Fully aware what is happening to him. Immediately after I stop the scrotum massage, Kevin opens his eyes and smiles at me. "How do you feel?" I ask. "Don't know sir, different I guess. Can I sleep with you tonight sir?" I have to think for a few moments "Ok, but just for this night", I decide. I switch off the music and together we go to my bedroom. We crawl between the sheets and Kevin spoons against my backside. To my surprise he sleeps in less than five seconds.