Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2006 12:36:10 -0700 From: Bert Subject: Hillhurst Prep School part 9 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 9. There is some kind of turmoil in my head. Just now I am not able to systemise the chaos inside. It was all too much for one morning. The heavy storm. All those memories. The boyish temptation to walk on naked. My wish to feel a storm playing with my penis and testes again. That very intense orgasm in the tree house. Still I can smell the remaining sperm in my crotch. The typical odour of lust and gratification. And in the end my remarkable conversation with the boss. The joy in my heart about going to spend Christmas holiday here together with three of my boys. Three boys I love. Including Lars who I love so endless much. How lucky I am. The CD I am listening to is the Christmas album of my favourite boy treble singer. I force myself to listen to the next and for me special track. Special because of the music; also special because it was one of my solo performances when I was a member of a boys choir my self. Softly I sing along with the record. Oh Holy Night The stars are bright and shining It is the night of our dear Savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining `Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn! Fall on your knees, O hear the angels' voices! O night divine, O night when Christ was born O night divine, O night divine, O night divine! No, I am not a religious person. Far from that; I am not even a believer. For me god doesn't exist. As I believe, we all are the human product of evolution. We live our lives here on our planet earth. We have brains to use. We are able to have strong emotional feelings and to control ourselves. We're ready to love and to hate, to laugh and to cry and to walk our path to the end of our lives. Capable to enjoy the beauty of arts and last but not least we are fit to enjoy good food and other physical pleasures like cuddling, caressing, kissing and sex. All together within a lifestyle based on acceptation and respect for other human beings without the misuse of power. Experiencing the attraction of men and women, girls and as I discovered so recently, above all the attraction of boys. Suddenly the door of my apartment is open. It's Tom walking into my living room. Wearing sport cloths and still sweating. He is just sweating; no dirty knees or cloths at all. His shorts are a little too small and therefore just right for me. His attractive preteen body now hardly covered, presenting his long slightly brown legs and arms. His deep blue eyes decorated by long and dark lashes. His red lips smiling and sending a glimpse of his strong and very white teeth. He kicks off his shoes and the next moment he stretches his body besides me on the couch. "We were running sir", he says, "then I heard the music from your room and I peeped out of the group. It's Yuri sir. He is from Russia and famous all over the world. I've been to a concert of him in London last year sir". I am surprised. He is absolutely right and shows he is more than an average choir boy. No doubt he loves music and he wants to sing, solo and as a choir boy as well. "That's one of the songs I am going to sing sir during the Christmas concert. O Holy Night, sir. That's what I am going to sing". I can't resist pulling him against me. I kiss him on his cheek and he kisses me back on my lips. Than we listen together to the CD without talking. Just listening and enjoying our mutual interest and our devotion to the same boy singer. Automatically my hand starts caressing Tom's back. The fabric of his t-shirt is hiding his silky skin. My nose is buried in his dark hair. Tom isn't sweating anymore. My nostrils detect that typical boy odour. Fresh like springtime; not spoiled yet by the secretion of hormones inside the body. With deep breaths I inhale all boy odours over and over again. A deep sigh escapes from Tom's lips. "One moment please sir", he whispers. In a second or two he takes off his t-shirt and presses his body against mine again. I restart the caressing of his back and we kiss every now and than. Not passionate but like parent and son in a way. Or like very close friends. I don't know for sure and it isn't important either. The both of us are there, laying together, enjoying these intimate even erotic moments. Asking, almost begging for love and attention. Spiritual and physical glued together in an atmosphere of acceptation and understanding. Oh let this go on forever. Hellas, the footsteps of running boys are telling me class is over and lunchtime is there. "Lunchtime Tommy", I say. Slowly Tom rises from the couch and puts on his t-shirt. He shows his angelic smile once more and is on his way to the dormitory. The moment I step to my door to leave for the dormitory and for lunch Clive, the English teacher comes in pushing Jordy forward. Clive's face is dark red and it is obvious he is very angry. "You stay here", I tell Jordy. I take Clive to the corridor. Before I can inform what the problem is he starts talking already. "Colin I expect you're going to punish this boy seriously. He went over the edge now and I'm not willing to forget that too soon". "What's the problem Clive? Tell me", I reply. "Well you see, as usual he was playing the clown again, joking all the time during my lesson. When I told him to stop it he looked at me and yelled – fuck you -! So I grabbed him in his neck and brought him to you. I can tell you this Colin, you punish him and I expect his apologies before the end of the day". Still very angry Clive walked away from me. I walked over to the dormitory and told Andrew I was not able to go for lunch. Also told him to tell the kitchen I want two lunches served in my apartment after one hour. "OK sir", Andrew said before he gathered the group to go to the cafeteria. Returning in my apartment Jordy still stood there eyes pointed to the floor. He is not in a joking mood now; not at all. I lift his chin and look directly into his eyes. "You understand this can't be tolerated I presume?" "Yes sir, sure sir". I can hardly hear what he says. "You understand I have to punish you Jordy?" "Yes sir, I deserve that", he answers somewhat louder now. "Good", I say, "Since you like to act as a small kid I will punish you with a nice old fashioned spanking. Now undress". "What cloths I've to take off sir?" he asks. "All of them", I reply. I have to fight my feelings because I want to hug him rather than hit him. However this is too serious to let it pass without any sanction. Reluctantly Jordy starts to undress and a few moments later he stands in front of me, naked. Well almost naked, he forgot to take of his knee socks! A small bush of pubic hair crowns his penis. His balls hang relatively low in his scrotum and are clearly visible. A boy on his way through puberty into adolescence. I lead him by his arm to a chair and make him bend over after I sit down. My thighs are slightly apart and his penis and scrotum are between my legs. I lay my right hand on his bum and move along the attractive rounding of his buttock. Perfect! Milk white is this body part and vulnerable. I raise my hand for the first hit. Not too strong for a start I spank both buttocks five times. The skin colour has changed to pink now. Jordy doesn't make any sound or move at all. But ...I notice something else. His penis is rock hard and poking against my thigh. `Jesus', I think, `he likes it, he really likes it'. That's not what I had in mind to be honest. Punishment has to be a real punishment. It makes me irritated and the next hits are much more powerful. Now Jordy reacts. No he is not begging to stop, he is not crying. With every hit his muscles tense. The last hit is really powerful leaving my hand and fingers like a stigma on his skin. Every muscle in the boys' body is tensed now and a lustful ahhhh escapes from his mouth. The same moment I can feel what is happening. His penis thrusts in a wild orgasm shooting his boy semen against my legs and on the floor. Seven, eight jets of boy juice are produced before he calms down. I tell him to stand on his feet again and he looks right into my eyes. "Thank you sir", he says, "Thank you for the punishment. I deserved it; really". I am surprised. In his eyes is no anger or sadness. No, his eyes are filled with love and gratitude. It is clear to me; I haven't punished him at all. On the contrary I serviced him to reach sexual satisfaction probably in one of his favourite manners. I manage not to laugh out loud. I give him a smile and go with him to the bathroom and leave him there alone for a few seconds to return with a thin towel filled with ice cubes. I cool his bum long enough to prevent him for real and painful bruises. After that we have a quick shower together. I need to wash off the remaining sperm from last morning and he needs to clean his crotch from the fresh sperm he produced a while ago. Just when we are clean and clothed again there is a knock on my door. It's the kitchen boy bringing in our lunch plates. Feeling real hungry we start eating our nice chicken meal. Chicken in a creamy mushroom sauce, wild rice and sweet fruits like peaches and pineapple. An excellent combination I must say. After the meal I brew two cups of Nescafe. Black for me; milk and sugar added for my little guest. "Do you think I am weird sir?" "No", I reply, "why should I think you're weird?" "Come on sir, you must have noticed". I decide not to make it too easy for him. "Noticed what Jordy?" "I liked it sir, I liked the spanking, really!" I smile. "What was it you liked so much?" I ask. "Everything sir, as soon as you touched my bum my dickie became hard and the pleasure increased after every hit sir. Especially the strong spanking in the end made me crazy, well you saw sir; I couldn't hold my cream any longer". "So...?" "It is weird sir; don't you think it is weird?" Ok, I think, I have teased him enough now. "No Jordy", I say, "I can't deny it was a bit of a surprise to me also but weird, no. Many people do like their partner slap their bum while making love. That can be very stimulating as you experienced a while ago. So don't worry. However I have to find another way to punish you next time because this wasn't much of a punishment after all, isn't it?" Jordy shows a very naughty grin. "It was a very nice punishment indeed sir!" he says. "By the way, why you were that rude to your English teacher today?" I ask. "I don't know sir. I slipped out of my mouth; I didn't mean to offend him". "OK", I say, "before class you go to him and apologize for your behaviour". My watch tells me it's time for Jordy to go back to class. Before I send him away I pull him over to me and give him a tight hug. "Love you Jordy", I whisper in his ear. "Love you too sir", he whispers back, "Thanks a lot for understanding me. And sir; if you like a good spanking, just ask me!" "Out", I shout, "rascal!"