Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2007 07:12:51 -0800 From: Bert Subject: Hillhurst prepschool II part 3 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 © 2007. For them who like to email me the address has changed into: blueshorts@hushmail.com Hillhurst prep school II part 3 Julian. On my way to the school restaurant for breakfast I enjoy the picture of walking boys at all sides of me. Many well built others on the skinny or the chubby side of the spectrum. Nevertheless all wear proudly their school uniform, showing off their bare and nice legs meaning the part where the short trouser stops and the grey knee socks start to cover the bare skin. For me a boy clothed that way is by far the absolute ultimate erotic experience; often followed by an involuntary completely spontaneous erection. This time of the day is inspiring and happy. All these and happy schoolboys, full of energy some after a long sleep; others after an hour or more of solo or mutual sexual activity: leading to fresh stains in their bed sheets followed by relaxation and an extra deep sleep. A lot of people think that most of the sexual activities taking place in an all boy's boarding school are mutual. That's certainly not true I can tell you. Due to societies rejecting attitude towards homosexual activities, even where pubertal boys are involved, the majority of our pupils are simply scared to become part of these "forbidden" pleasure. My own estimation is that about ten percent of the boys at Hillhurst are involved in special friendships leading to mutual sexual stimulation. Another, rather small, group of boys do visit a teacher or other staff member in their apartments on a regular basis; building a special relationship with a mature man that way. Often they have missed a father figure in their life. Sometimes their dads are real jerks, not capable to build up a real warm relationship with their offspring. Also, in many cases, the father is a captain of industry or something like that and simply hasn't got the time to act as a dedicated and loving father to their sons. I always encourage the teachers and other staff members to start these special relations when a boy shows his affection and needs to them. Of course sexual activities are no obligation. It's the pupil deciding about that. And it's the boy seducing his mature friend and guide. Especially the starting and inexperienced teachers and staff members often become scared and confused after they are seduced by a boy. Although they enjoy the sexual element immensely it scares them as well when they start thinking about possible consequences. Several counseling sessions with me, they normally need to overcome their fears and to get used to these kinds of relational activities and to learn to see it as perfectly normal and fulfilling for them and the pupil as well. Meanwhile the study results for most of our boys are excellent. The doors of the best colleges and universities all over the world are wide open for Hillhurst prep scholars after their final exams. Walking further to my breakfast, Julian grabs my hand. Julian is by far the most beautiful boy in our `collection'. Thirteen years old, rather tall and slim. Somehow he always lays his hand on the shortest shorts available, showing off his beautiful long suntanned legs. Even shorter are his sport shorts. Every time I see him running along it excites me in mind and body. Julian is the overall proof how attractive a boy can be. His ashblond hair crowns his open boyish face. Although he entered puberty already his face has not changed yet. A pink shadow colors his cheeks. Natural cherry red lips are asking for kisses, as many as possible. Sparkling white teeth glitter every time he opens his mouth. His smile is irresistible; urging each en everybody to smile back at once. However his eyes are the most beautiful jewels I ever saw in my life. Green like emerald with e few tiny brown spots. His eyes are magic and able to seduce. The first time he looked straight into my own eyes it seemed he paralyzed me. He wanted me and I was happy to follow him in his desires. Julian is always hungry, hungry for affection, hungry for love and, oh lovely combination, with that hungry for sex also. Many men and boys, in their self image straight as an arrow, sacrificed their selves on demand of Julian's smile and magic eyes on his altar of lust. But not just to satisfy him. From experience I know how caring he is and how much attention he gives to his partners. To satisfy both is his mission as soon as a sexual encounter takes place. Totally relaxed Julian and his mates fall asleep together and spend the night in each other arms. He wakes them up shortly before the bell rings and rather often I wink to a boy leaving Julian's dorm and on his way to his own bed. A happy smile is my reward for an early rise and my attitude of understanding. Together we enter the school restaurant. We fancy almost the same breakfast this morning. Orange juice, coffee, bacon and eggs completed with toast, butter and marmalade. The quality is superb as always. Julian's magic eyes meet mine and we smile to each other. "Do you have time for me in the evening sir?" "Sure, tell me why". "I need another shave sir, that's all". "Ok, no problem. By the way, may be I'll need your special talents today". Julian grins in a naughty way. "Go on sir", he says. "Well, I expect some school inspector today and may be..." "May be that means some trouble sir?" "May be, if needed I will send Andrew to you ok?" "Roger sir, at your service, so to speak". Back in my office I smoke a cigarette. It's too difficult for me to break with that bad habit. Especially after my meals I enjoy a smoke very much. My window gives me a sight at the parking place and I see an unknown car stop. A rather short man leaves the car and no doubt it's the school inspector. I never saw such a typical civil servant before. Even from a mile distance it would be clear to anybody I think! Well let's see what he has to tell or ask. A few minutes later there is a knock at my door and Andrew brings the school inspector in. "Mr. Smith sir, the school inspector", he says with a wink. Of course -- Mr. Smith -- I think. Why do civil servants always are named like Smith or Johnson instead of somewhat more exotic, I ask myself. And why are these jokers boring from the moment they come in. Asking the question is giving the answer I am afraid. Only very uninteresting people want to have jobs like that. I hope he can't read mind of face but that's hardly possible isn't it? "Thanks Andrew, please bring some coffee and a couple of sandwiches in. I guess Mr. Smith is a little hungry after his long ride from London to here". The inspector and I have some small talk till Andrew brings coffee and all and serves it to us. I give Andrew a small piece of paper telling him to telephone after half an hour sharp. "Well Mr. Smith", I start, "what can I do for you? As you know well this is a private and independent school where no tax money is involved what so ever. That means that you have no authority here. Besides that I presume you also know that our curriculum is one of the best if not the best in the country. Each and every college or university accepts our pupils after their final exam without any further questions". The poor man is really quiet for a few moments. After a deep breathe he starts talking. "You see sir; it's not the intellectual performance I am here for. There are rumors so to speak. Rumors about, let's say, special friendships between boys here. Special friendships leading to, well you know, sexual acts. And that's not all sir the same rumors are about sexual relations between staff members and pupils". Well this little problem I already expect for a long time and now we have to cope with it. Looking into the inspector's eyes I take a few moments to think. "You know Mr. Smith", I start, "It is rather difficult even useless to react on rumors. Especially when I don't know what exactly these rumors are and from whom they came. What I can tell you that we offer in our school besides daily discipline a warm place, filled with love and decency. We teach all boys to respect each other and to pay respect to all staff members. Besides school education we develop social skills and social intelligence. In short we educate them to behave as responsible human beings and to become valuable members of world society. As far as sex is involved between boys or staff here Mr. Smith; it takes place on a strict voluntary basis and nobody, I repeat nobody, is ever forced in this place to do anything at all against his own will. I can tell you Mr. Smith that many boys staying here were abused, mentally and physically, by so called respectable people on the highest levels in society, politicians and clergy included. And I have reasons to believe that your superiors are involved in those crimes as well". Directly after my monologue the telephone on my desk rings. "Hello sir, Andrew". "Good lad, right in time. Do me a favor, pick Julian up from his class and come over to my office together please". A few minutes later both boys enter my office; after a polite knock on the door. I introduce Mr. Smith to Julian and tell them to give him a tour in and around our school. "Don't forget the wall of fame", I say with a grin. Julian strokes his crotch when he leaves my office! As soon as the corridor is clear I walk over to the auditorium. The new wall of fame is situated at the same place as before namely under the stage. Entering the room I inhale the typical smell of dry and fresh boy semen and get an erection in no time. In the dimmed light of several spots a large number of light blue underpants pinned on the wall, give evidence of boys pride and lust. Every small pant contains several hard spots of sperm. The older ones already turned yellow, the fresher ones just show their colorless proof. Having time enough I walk over to the wall and read the name and age of the former owner written on each underpant. The younger ones were just eleven years old; some late bloomers sixteen. Mine is proudly pinned in the center of all small pants and shows off a very large spot of fruitful sperm. While watching and smiling a light noise warns me my party will enter soon. I hide in the darkest corner to wait and see what's going to happen. The two boys enter with our visitor and lead him to the wall of fame. With a sugar sweet voice Julian explains what Mr. Smith is going to see and soon the school inspector is watching the colorful pride of every boy in the world. It shows proof of growing up in a real way and the starting point of the road to manhood. The final change in sexuality has taken place in combination with the limitation by getting painful blue balls. Very seldom a multiple orgasm can be reached from now on; this blessing of the unripe boy has gone forever. Mr. Smith seems hypnotized while watching the wall of fame and its typical smelling coverage. He even doesn't notice the two boys undressing quickly till they are glorious naked. Julian returns to Mr. Smith and grabs his hand. The inspector turns his face to the boy and their eyes meet. Julian smiles and leads the man to the edge of the mattress situated on the floor. His fingertips start caressing the face of his `victim' and slow, very slow, he moves his head forward till finally his lips touch the man's mouth. It's a matter of seconds until the two of them start with a passionate session of French kissing. For Andrew this is the sign to come forward and it's very easy to undress Mr. Smith as well and to let him lie down on the mattress. Intoxicated by a thunderstorm of hormones this man is hardly able to move now. Both boys take a bunch of feathers and start teasing the bare skin everywhere. Especially when they touch the erogenous zones the inspector squirms his body to all sides. At last they concentrate with one feather each on the penis glans and the scrotum. Every time just before Mr. Smith reaches his point of no return they stop for a while till the excitement reduces a bit. Mr. Smith is sweating like nothing and whispers all the time now. "Please let me come, please, please...," I can hear. Finally the boys have mercy. Julian grabs a light blue school brief and starts a massage of the penis glans. Andrew puts his finger inside Mr. Smith and a yell makes clear he found the prostate gland inside. It's a matter of seconds. Mr. Smith's body stiffens and there it is. Spurt after spurt his penis shoots glob after glob of thick strong smelling sperm catched on the surface of the underpant. No doubt this man experiences the strongest and most overwhelming orgasm of his life so far. It's all over now. Robbed from strength and his own will Mr. Smith starts crying. The boys do not laugh at him; don't have any intention to make a fool of him, certainly not. They lie down besides the man and start stroking and caressing him. Julian kisses his forehead and cheeks and together they assure him it's ok to enjoy life in every way. After Mr. Smith has calmed down I step forward and tell them to dress. I kiss the boys to thank them and send them off to their classroom for further improvement of their intellectual education. With Mr. Smith I walk over to my office and pour a fair amount of whiskey in two glasses. In complete silence we enjoy our drink and have lunch after that. It's my pleasure to walk the school inspector to his car. We shake hands. "Sir", Mr. Smith says, "It's obvious these rumors are totally not true. I'll report that to my superiors". I smile. "Good Mr. Smith. Don't hesitate to come again. As a friend of my school I mean... Next chapter: Julian 2.