Date: Thu, 9 Aug 2007 13:31:16 -0400 (EDT) From: Bert Subject: Hillhurst Prep School II part 1 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 II part 1 Prologue. Yesterday the new milestone was there. The reopening of Hillhurst prep new building. Schooling and housing in temporary facilities behind us and all of us, staff and boys feel happy and at home again. The new building is a replica of the former one except the electronic devices we were able to use before. Those devices had put us into serious trouble after all. Well, to tell you a secret there are some cameras left. Where? Keep reading the chapters to come and you will discover yourself! I myself had a terrible time. Some nasty accident hit me and I broke both arms into several pieces. Seven months and several operations I needed plus weeks of intensive physical therapy to bring me back the use of my arms and hands. All that time I fully depended on my secretary to write my letters and to do the bookkeeping. However it seemed not suitable to me to dictate the more hidden stories of Hillhurst to her as you probably will understand. Any serious changes in school policies you ask? No of course not! We still are a traditional all boys school. Proudly wearing our short trouser uniform and feeling happy to do so. Boys will be boys again, time by time horny as hell! Our yearly rate is still sky high what means we are there for the happy few among us in society only. May be I will change that one day you'll never know. Ok, so welcome back to Hillhurst Prep School folks. Kevin. Its evening prep hour when I walk over to the study hall. Boys of all ages, most of them rather green, a few somewhat more mature. Preteens, teens and early adolescents sit together in complete silence to do their school tasks for the next day. All nicely clothed in their school uniforms, black shoes, short corduroy trousers, shirt, tie and pullover. Under the corduroy a light blue y-front, supporting their balls and penises. Some boys look up from their books and smile at me, making me warm inside by doing so. Of course I smile back and make eye contact with them for a few moments. Telling them in a non verbal way I love them and they can feel safe in Hillhurst. Slowly I walk over to Kevin. Our MBD kid. My absolute favorite boy and still in need of a special treatment to calm him down, to improve his concentration on his schoolwork and with that the level of his intellectual performance. It helps, it still helps a lot. He is behaving well during school hours these days. Teachers are happy now to teach our former problem kid since he isn't a pain in the neck in his classroom anymore. Yep I am proud of him and also a bit proud of myself if I may say so! Walking along the boy he gives me a small note telling me: Wednesday sir, our special evening sir? Can't help smiling, he still needs structure in his life and he is not able to handle any disappointment in his life yet. On de backside of his piece of paper I write in capitals: SURE, DUDE! After reading that he shows a wide grin in my direction. At the same time his hand slips into my shorts and he starts teasing my balls for a few moments; giving me an obvious and not unpleasant erection of my dearest member. Squeezing his neck is the signal for him to remove his hand from my private spot and to be patient for at least another half hour. Fifteen minutes later prep hour is over and our vicar appears. In the finest tradition of the Church of England we all join in the daily evening prayer. It always amuses me, these angelic faces in full devotion... Only God knows what my boys are really thinking now. How many pricks are rising already in full anticipation towards the remaining part of the evening. How many special friends are going to satisfy each other under pressure of puberty and sperms producing testicles. And how many boys will choose for solo sex this time, hidden under their bed sheets; protecting their privacy by the darkness of a dormitory after lights out. I love that typical smell of dry boy semen when I inspect all dormitories of the school in the morning. Every now and than I discover small stains on, till than, virgin white sheets. Cakes with spermlike icing will be the reward together with afternoon tea. AMEN brings me back to reality of the moment. Again the building is filled with the energetic sounds of all boys running to their group living rooms for tea and a snack. Kevin grabs his stuff from the table and together we walk to my apartment for his and my special evening just because it's Wednesday... Tea sweetened with wild honey is as always the start of Kevin's special treatment. Sitting on my lap he enjoys his hot tea. The hot drink gives his cheeks that wonderful and charming pink color. He looks more and more boyish than ever before. Softly I stroke the inside of his well formed upper legs, meanwhile kissing his forehead and cheeks every now and than. A bell signal from my bathroom tells me the bathtub is filled with warm water. Forty degrees Celsius is the exact temperature. After undressing we walk naked and holding hands to the bathroom. I add lavender oil and fresh lavender leaves to the water. Nothing in nature gives more relaxation than the smell and damp of lavender. Before entering the water we hug each other for quiet some time. Kevin presses his small body against mine. When breathing out the air stream caresses the skin of my tummy in a very pleasant way. "Please tell me again sir", Kevin whispers. "Love you Kevin, very much". After this weekly ritual we go and sit down in the bathtub. Kevin positions himself between my legs. My penis rests between his bums. After a while I start caressing the boy again. Long strokes all over his body, softly and repeating all the time. The water isn't cooling down. A heating element in cooperation with a thermostat is responsible for that. Just before Kevin falls asleep we leave the bathtub. With a warm and soft towel I dry his body and mine after that. Another hug and some kissing takes place before we walk over to my living room again. With the remote control I start the mantra disc in my CD player. Kevin is on my lap again. I start stroking his scrotum, hardly touching the sensitive skin of his boy ball sack. He is still in phase one of the daily treatment. All tension in his body and mind disappears bringing him soft and slowly into a state of total relaxation. The number of heartbeats decrease and his breathing reduce to an absolute minimum. His eyes are closed. Phase two starts after some time. Kevin starts humming the melody of the mantra music and glides slowly into a state of trance. Completely in his own world he is now; no connection with me or the outside world anymore. Only when the mantra music stops, Kevin will return to reality. Now phase three begins. It's a totally new phase and also my friend, the one who advised me to start this therapy for Kevin's benefit; he also has no explanation what so ever. In phase three Kevin's penis changes slowly from limp to a state of full erection. In a few minutes his member becomes hard as a rock, foreskin down completely and the proud dickhead pointing to the ceiling of the room. Strangely enough there is no other sign of sexual arousal at all. Kevin is still in trance and there is no further reaction visible. Than, suddenly during the last ten seconds of the mantra music a very, very powerful ejaculation takes place. Five, six sharp jets of semen fly through the air and land far away on Kevin's face and mine. The same moment the music stops, the last sperm jet lands and it is all over. My boy opens his eyes and smiles at me. "That was great again sir, thanks very much", he says. I wipe his face and mine. "Was I sweating sir?" "No sweat dude. It was sperm you were shooting during the last moments". Kevin looks into my eyes. "You mean the stuff I shoot when jerking off sir?" "Yep, that's what it was". "But sir, when I jerk off I get all those nice feelings just before I shoot. How come I don't feel anything like that now?" "I don't know kiddy, I really don't know". "Do you hate me for that sir?" "Are you out of your mind? Of course not! It's some cooperation between your mind and body and its needed no doubt. We can't understand everything in life and may be we even should not try that. Well, how do you feel?" "Great sir, tired but great. What I want now is go to bed and have a good sleep. Is that OK with you sir?" "Sure buddy let's go shall we?" Together we put our cloths on and after that I walk Kevin to his dormitory. It's still early but he undresses and crawls between the bed sheets. I have hardly time to kiss him good night and a few seconds later he sleeps relaxed and deep. On my way back I meet Andrew in the corridor. He has become one of the best group prefects if not the best. Besides that we are very close personally due to the fact I know him for some time now and followed him developing between his first wet dream and the experienced sexual creature he is now. "Any chance we have a drink tonight sir?" A wide grin on his face increases my attraction for him. "Sure I say, and some more fun if I may say so mister prefect". His grin becomes even wider now. "Soon after lights out sir, I will be there".