Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2006 05:20:22 -0800 From: Bert Subject: Hillhurst Prep School part 8 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 8. Too soon my alarm clock wakes me up. It's 5.30 in the morning, an hour earlier than my usual rising time. Kevin is still asleep. I take some time to study his boyish and innocent face. He looks cute and attractive. Although recently puberty hit him he still has the feature of a preteen boy. So far hormones only signalled his balls to start growing. As I saw last night, his penis just measures three inches or so. There is no body hair what so ever. I realize myself Kevin has slept all night without disturbing me for one second. Slowly I leave my bed and walk over to the living room. I start the mantra CD. Time for Kevin to wake up now. When I enter the bedroom again I see Kevin is sitting on the edge of my bed. Our eyes meet and we both start smiling to each other. "Well, well, my sleeping beauty", I say. Kevin grins. "I slept amazingly well sir". "I noticed that kiddo, you feel ok now?" "More than ok sir, I feel fresh and not tired at all; and you know what sir, I even forgot to take my pill last night". "OK kiddo; let's see what will happen during the daytime". Kevin follows me to the living room and knows what to do. In a few seconds we are on the couch and he positions himself in the same way as last evening. Back and shoulders on my lap and his head resting on my arm. His eyes are closed and he is fully relaxed again. I move my hand between his thighs and move up till my hand is resting on his ball sac again. His breathing is very slow and calm. While observing his pretty face again I start massaging his scrotum with long strokes up and down. The touching is very light but I avoid tickling him. Exactly fifteen minutes again I massage his ball sac. Than I remove my hand from his genitals. May be two minutes later Kevin leaves his state of trance and looks right into my eyes. "Thank you sir; thanks very much". "What about your medicine now kiddo?" I ask. "Can I try without that pill today sir?" "No that's too soon I am afraid. You better take half a pill before school starts. Later on we can decide about skipping all pills, OK?" His face shows some disappointment. "Do I have too sir?" "Yes kiddo you better do", I insist. A glimpse at my watch tells me it is close to seven. Time to check my group. I send Kevin to the dorm and follow two minutes later. The usual scene of running boys and talking boys, some fully clothed already, others still in their nightshirts and a few enjoying their morning shower. The central tap system is a waste of water I notice again. Have to talk about that with the boss during our coffee session this morning I say to myself. The twins are sitting on the edge of their bed showing off their long legs partly covered by shorts and knee socks. That's what makes preteen and young teens here so damn attractive even erotic. These long bare legs and the real boy uniform they are wearing. Boys are still boys here instead of ridiculous copies of adults. Government is complaining about the lack of discipline in schools now a day. Juvenile courts become overloaded and are no longer able to find solutions for their delinquent clients. School kids are no longer proud of their own school. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Parents also are to blame. Many of them are buying their children off with too much money and material spoiling. And whole society collapse when a teenage boy or girl under pressure of raging hormones discovers sexual lust and starts practicing sexual activities. Instead of sufficient sexual education most of the people start trying to forbid physical contacts. An attitude that brings a high number of teenage pregnancies and unnecessary feelings of guilt in the minds of our youngsters. Let kids be kids again, I think and let boys be boys again. Don't demand they behave as grown ups because they are not. Give them enough room instead to make their normal mistakes in life and let them learn from those mistakes. Don't tell them to live their own individual and lonely life but educate, protect and above all love them. That's the message governments should send to their population instead of bullshit about constant economical growth and full time jobs for both parents. Jesus Christ, I think, I sound like forty years old instead of a still boyish twenny. My complaining soul is disturbed when Jamie jumps up to me in a tight embrace of legs and arms and gives me his good morning kiss on my lips. "Morning stud, you slept well?" "Oh yes sir", he whispers, "Andrew and I were in the same bed all night, it was nice and cosy sir really. Is it ok sir?" I smile at him. "Okidoki lad, as long as you want it yourself I see no problem at all". He kisses me again and I give him a fat one in return. The breakfast dong is there and together we walk to the cafeteria. Together with Andrew I walk at the end of the group. "You know sir", Andrew says, "Last night Jamie and I slept together. Do you agree with that sir?" "Sure", I answer, "I know I can trust you and I am sure you will never force Jamie to something he doesn't want himself". "Thank you sir and by the way it's Jamie's turn for sperm cake because he has shoot his first little load last night. He woke me up for it telling he was dreaming about you and suddenly got the nice feeling and all sir. You can check the stain he made in my bed sheet sir". I can't resist the temptation to tease him a bit. "In de bed sheet?" I say, "It is supposed to land in his nightshirt". A very charming pink shade colours his cheeks. My dear Andrew is blushing! "You know sir; it was a bit hot together so we both slept naked". I lay my arm around his shoulders and pull him over to me. "It's ok of course Andrew, I was just teasing you". He smiles at me and kisses me on my cheek. "You're the best sir", he says just before we enter the cafeteria. Breakfast is as good as always and everybody enjoys his meal without talking very much. Soon after breakfast the group is off to classes and I walk to the dormitory to check on Andrew's bed sheet. I inspect the small stain with my fingertips and it is hard indeed. My nose on the spot tells me it is sperm indeed, only a few hours old. Dried by the body heat of two adorable boys. Another first ejaculation in my group so I walk to the kitchen and tell the cook I need another plate of `sperm cakes' this afternoon. He grins at me and tells me the cakes will be there in time. Leaving the kitchen I notice it is only eight fifteen so I have lots of time for myself till it is ten o'clock and I have to go to the boss for our morning coffee. I decide to go outside for a long walk and a couple of cigarettes. When I open the front door the wind almost blows the heavy wood out of my hand. The first November storm is there and I love it. As a young boy I already enjoyed severe storm winds on my bare thighs. Always giving me a delicious feeling of freedom. Sometimes even, when there were no other people in the wood I took off my shorts and underpants and walked bare bummed while the strong wind was playing with my little pecker, my little sac and the tiny balls inside my scrotum. For a moment I have to fight against the idea to do that again but I decide there is too much risk somebody else is in the wood and will see me. The temperature outside is surprisingly warm for this time of the year. With great pleasure I feel the storm wind touching my bare thighs and sometimes enter my shorts legs touching my family jewels through the fabric of my underpants. On this relatively rare moment I regret wearing tight y front pants instead of the wider boxer shorts. Finally I manage to light a cigarette hiding behind a very large tree. Almost automatically I walk to the tree house to see if there is any damage done by the storm. Tons of dry yellow and brown leaves are falling down covering the grounds and the walking paths. Just after passing a tree a large branch falls down either. So I am lucky again. Breathing in and out I notice the typical smell of a wood in the autumn season. It is that special mixture of wet sand, toad-stools and mushrooms in combination with the scent of dying leaves. The present combination of sweet memories and the constant stimulation of my senses give me a steady erection, strong enough to tent out my shorts. With every step forward my penis is stimulated every time the tip touches the fabric of my Y front. Soon pleasurable small electric shocks are flashing again through my penis and I decide to climb to the tree house to have a good wank. Inside the wooden building it is even relatively warm. I can hear the noise of the storm wind but that's all. My corduroy shorts are the same as the boys are wearing what means an elastic backside of the waistband. A belt is not necessary to keep the shorts up. I open the front and lower my shorts together with my Y front in one move. My penis jumps up, proudly pointing into the air and almost touching my tummy. I position myself on the wooden bench which is covered with several grey coloured blankets. It is more than comfortable enough and I start stroking my ball sac slow and soft. My penis is throbbing on its own in the same rhythm as my heart is beating. Clear fluid oozes out of the piss slit making the head wet and slippery. With every stroke my testicles move up and down. Strong feeling built up in my genitals and it is becoming more and more difficult to avoid touching my penis. Finally I grab my joystick and start stroking the nerve on the backside. It is all wet and very slippery there, making the place very sensitive of course. Soon I increase pressure a little and move my hips on every stroke on the nerve. At last I can't stand it anymore. I cover my penis completely with my hands and starts moving the foreskin up and down furiously fast. My testicles are almost aching when they jump to my body. The point of no return is there and the strong almost burning sensations begin just after my penis even grows larger and harder. I move my foreskin down as far as possible. My penis points into the air and there it comes. Every muscle in my whole body contracts when the first spurt of semen shoots out of my penis. The strength and speed is unbelievable. Five, even six spurts land on the wall in front of me before finally the last sperm dribbles out and lands on my legs. I am fighting to catch some air again and need several minutes to recover. It was an orgasm of a lifetime indeed. After cleaning my legs with my handkerchief I pull up my Y front and shorts. Time to go back for my morning coffee invitation. Ten o'clock sharp I enter the directors' office. Although I know already there is nothing to fear I do feel a bit nervous. The coffee plate is already there. Unasked I fill two cups and the both of us sit down on the easy chairs located in a corner of the office. In silence we drink the hot brown fluid looking into each other eyes every now and than. I am curious who will be able to keep quit till the other person can't manage the silence anymore. It's a well known counselling method and I am trained in it. My boss smiles after exactly seven minutes. "You win lad", he says. I act surprised by asking: "What do you mean sir?" He laughs loud. "You know very well what I mean my friend. May be you don't know but we have the same education". I grin cheerful to him. "Well I didn't know that indeed but I'll remember that in future!" "Ok, well tell me how do you like it here so far?" "I love it here sir. It is a very interesting and lovable group to look after. And it's also the atmosphere here I like very much. So far I am not asked to counsel boys from other groups but I am sure that will change in the near future. I just hope you do not reject the way I am counselling by using physical aspects in the process. It's my strong believe mind and body are united in one person. The physical approach makes it easier to reach the minds and deepest feelings of the boys. No doubt you've seen the way I treat Kevin and the first signs are encouraging as I see it". "Yes and what's amazing there is no sexual aspect what so ever during what you call Indian massage. I noticed no excitement what so ever during the sessions. How is that possible?" He asks. "That's quit simple sir. The combination with the mantra music and the whole atmosphere I create make it a treatment instead of a sexual encounter. Although Kevin is cute and attractive my goal is to calm him down and to train him to manage his MBD symptoms. Further on in the process I will teach him breathing methods which he can use for the moments his brain is trying to get him out of self control. You like another cup of coffee sir?" "Huh? Yes please". I refill the cups and ad milk and sugar for myself. The boss drinks his coffee pure and black. "Are you going to try to skip Kevin's pills?" He asks. "May be in future but it's far too early now for that". "Ok let's talk about Lars", he says changing the subject, "that sweetie has conquered your soul and body at once isn't that true?" "I have to admit that sir. What I have discovered here about myself is that my orientation is bi-sexual. I love that boy very much as a result of our first encounter. I've done a lot of thinking afterwards and my conclusion is this. Even when there is no sexual activity between us from now on I won't stop loving him and don't ask me why because it's a matter of feelings and I can't explain feelings". The director goes to his desk and switches on his computer. Pointing to a chair at his left side he tells me to come over and sit down besides him. Looking at the screen I see a recent picture of Lars and his file. I notice this file is a lot larger than the file I had access to the first day I was here. "Colin, you need to know a lot more about Lars", his voice sounds very serious. His hand is resting on my bare thigh. "To make a start Colin, Lars is the son of a middle range diplomat. His father earns a nice income per year but his salary is by far not sufficient to pay for his stay and education here. Important is also that his mother passed away when Lars was eight years old. After the first shock his dad started to take him to every post in the world he got. Those days he also started a sexual relationship with his son. We call that incest of course. However Lars enjoyed that type of attention very much and became addicted to sex. At that point in the process he was sent to men in very high positions and he collected a lot of very rich uncles so to speak. Here is a list of them". I don't believe my eyes when I start reading the `uncle list'. Royals, prime ministers and captains of industry all over the world are present on this list. "Well", the director continues, "to avoid blackmail all of them together opened a bank account and I can tell you he is the only boy millionaire this school ever had. He is entitled to use that money right after his twenty first birthday. Besides that his `uncles' pay every penny he needs for this school and further expenses. A little more than a year ago the press became a thread for all men involved. An embassy servant in a foreign country was approached by a journalist who had received, let's say, some inside information. All encounters stopped and Lars was placed in my institution. Of course his sexual appetite was still there and that's the real reason why three counsellors resigned before you accepted the job. They simply got scared and fortunately you turned out to be the right person within the culture and atmosphere here. Of course Lars can't be labelled as an average pubertal boy with the youth he had. Besides that he discovered that sex and love are different in the first place but also a satisfying combination. I am pretty convinced that Lars loves you with both heart and soul giving you an obligation to educate the boy in an honest and loving relationship after you told him that you love him. Quiet a responsibility I should say. I have to ask you, are you willing to accept this obligation of love, and in other words are you prepared for a long term here?" I don't have to think for even one second. "Of course sir, there is no doubt in my mind at all". "Good", my boss says, "in that case I have one more problem. During Christmas holiday there are three boys I can't send home. These boys are Jamie because he is an orphan without any relatives, Andrew because his parents are abroad and Lars because I have promised to keep him here all year round to avoid the risk of meeting nosy newspaper people. My question is can I ask you to spend this holiday here to look after these boys? I really need a break after two years and made arrangements already for a winter sport trip to Austria". "Sure sir", I even don't have to consider the request, "I had no plans for Christmas anyway. As you know I am an orphan too and have no relatives left. It's going to be my pleasure to spend my holiday here with my boys". "Splendid, that's all settled than, thanks very much, and Colin...I have switched off the camera's in your apartment so feel free to do there what's needed. Now go son, before I can't resist the temptation to make love with you". I smile and rise from my chair. "See you later sir and thank you sir", I say while leaving the room. It is almost lunchtime I notice on my watch. Most of the boys are in the dormitory when I arrive there. Lunch is tasty again and soon the group is on their way to afternoon classes. I go to my apartment. After loading the CD player with my favourite boy treble disc I lie down on the couch and close my eyes. I need to rearrange my hard disk inside. Dear readers. I have to go abroad for a management project. The next part will be there around April 16th.