Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2007 04:33:54 -0800 From: Bert Subject: Hillhurst Prep School II part 5 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 5 I. Navy-blue short pants, six inches above the knee. Off-white long socks ending one inch under the knee. A royal blue blazer; an off-white shirt and a whine-red bow tie. All made out of silk for the shirts, lamb wool for the socks and of course velvet for shorts and blazer. Well you just read the about the uniform of my pride these days; The Hillhurst Angels. Very popular they are, as solo singers and may be even more as a vocal trio. The first one is Tom; thirteen years old and boy-soprano. Still a member of the village choir but many times his agenda sends him to another concert, especially now during Xmas season. The second one is Johnny, fourteen years of age and alto. Last but not least eleven years old Robin; an amazing soprano voice also. Just a week ago their Xmas album was released world wide and the figures are very promising indeed. For one reason or another, English boys often enter puberty rather late. That is one reason why boy choirs in Britain are really, really good. It gives those choirs a relatively long time to offer musical education and training. Also a large number of boys love to sing in our country and BBC for instance is promoting boy singing by the election of the chorister of the year. Often you can see a former boy singer continue his singing career as a talented tenor or baritone. Result of an excellent coaching after the voice has changed. And last but not least schools in England value singing as an important skill for life and many schools also do have a choir. Three o'clock we, the angels and me, have to leave for a hundred miles drive to the next city where the boys will perform in a Xmas concert. The weather report showed this morning a fair chance for heavy snowfall later this evening. So I made a reservation for two double rooms for the night in a hotel very near to the cathedral the concert will take place. II After a knock at my office door the vicar enters. I should have invited him earlier after Andrew's remark but to be honest I completely forgot. Anyway he is here now after his own decision to meet me and may be that's better. "John, sit down", I say, "What can I do for you?" At first there is a bit of uneasy silence in my room. However I decide not to make it easy for him. He wants to see me, no doubt, so it's up to him to open the conversation and tell me what's bothering him. "Colin this is not going to be easy for me", he begins. I decide again to wait before opening my mouth and just see what's coming up. "I've decided to leave Colin, I can't stay here anymore". "That's a drastic decision John; to be honest I don't understand why. Tell me what your problem is, please". "The boys Colin, the boys are the problem or rather the way they behave towards me. Each time when I try to teach them about sexuality according the bible and the rules of their religion they start laughing at me. Often they ask me very naughty and impertinent questions. It's the atmosphere here Colin. An atmosphere within there is no place for religion and morality. Your own attitude towards sexuality is very liberal, far too liberal if I may say so. You allow masturbation and all. You allow that sinful wall of fame downstairs the stage. You even allow those special friendships leading to two boys in the same bed". The vicar is in tears now. It is clear this man is overstrained and in psychological problems. It's no use to go on with this conversation now. Certainly I can't allow him to leave at this very moment and he also deserves a better approach than that. I realize myself it is partly my fault. I haven't support him sufficiently during the time he is working here. "Look John", I say. "I can't give you permission to leave. It is obvious you are in personal trouble and I consider that also as my responsibility too. I do understand your problems you are in now and in my opinion we have to handle in your interests. Skip your class hours for a while. Take some rest and relax. Go out for a long walk any time you like. Fresh air and confrontation with nature in the woods will help you, I am sure about that. There are only two duties left. You will celebrate the Sunday service with the staff and boys and besides that we will start a number of counseling sessions as soon as you're ready for that. Do we have a deal, John?" Our eyes meet for a number of seconds. Than the vicar tells he accepts. We seal the deal with a firm handshake. III Short before lunchtime I see Jordy walking along the corridor. His uniform is a mass again. His knee socks are halfway his calves, shirt hangs partly over his trousers and the fly of his shorts is wide open. It's the third time in one week and that means he is clearly asking for his favorite correction. "Jordy, go to my apartment, now!" The boy runs and I follow him in a slower walking tempo. When I enter my room he stands against the wall waiting for me. From the kitchen and bathroom I gather some ice cubes and pot of cold cream before paying further attention to my pupil. "Well what are you waiting for boy? Undress; a good spank will teach you again what our uniform rules are". "Yes sir, thank you sir". In a moment or two the boy stands in front of me totally undressed. The sunlight coming in through my window changes the color of his pubic hair from half blond into real gold. His penis is half erected and his balls are hanging down in his loose scrotum. He is damn handsome with his well built long legs. Slim but not skinny, hands and feet are a bit to large and therefore slightly in disharmony with the rest of his body, which is typical for pubertal boys. "Third time this week Jody. Ten for the socks, ten for your shirt and another ten for your open fly. Is that fair enough lad?" "Yes sir, thank you sir". I grab his arm and walk over to a chair. After I am seated Jordy bents over and place his crotch on my bare legs. His penis is totally hard now; slides between my two thighs. His well formed bum is within the reach of my hands. Slowly I move my right hand fingertips along his spine. With my left hand I squeeze his inside thighs touching his boy scrotum several times `by accident'. A deep sigh escapes. The first unexpected and sudden smack sends a shudder through the exposed and now vulnerable boy body. After that I spank him in a steady rhythm and growing intensity. The color of his buttocks changes from off white to pink ending in a light red skin. May be the twenty fourth smack was extra strong. The result however is there. Jordy lifts his head. Ah, YES, he screams and at the same moment I can feel the spasms in his organ. His orgasm is very powerful, intense and takes a relatively long time. His whole body trembles and he moans and groans like a mating male lion. I give him all the time he needs to fulfill the biological mystery but than he gets the six remaining smacks as let's say some sort of afterplay. To be honest this last part of his punishment is much less heavy than before his coming. "And this is thirty", I whisper. "Thank you very much sir. I was great, really, really great". With some ice cubes I cool his bum down. The cold narrows his veins and reduces the risk of skin damage. After that I put some cold cream on his bum and help him to put on his underpants. Just as we are on the couch together Andrew enters my apartment after a knock on the door. He brings two lunch plates and I am surprised and grateful. "Hello", he says with a smile and a wink in my direction, "I overheard some special noises here so I thought it would be suitable to serve lunch here!" "Good thinking dude", I say with a grin, "thanks a lot". "Don't mention it", he replies. In the door opening he stops for a few moments and moves his hands over his bum. "Auwa", he screams. IV Two forty five sharp the three angels enter my office. I smell the sweet odor of shampoo and soap as remains of a long shower-session. All three carry their special bag containing angel uniform and loafers. I had my shower also and together we walk over to my jaguar for a two hour drive. Tom and Robin take their place in the back of the car; Johnny is on the front seat besides me. Soon we enter the highway and I turn on the radio. I choose the classic FM station. Due to the time of the year they broadcast many Christmas carols already, inspiring all of us to sing along during the trip. To my relief the traffic is normal on the highway and its no problem to drive the maximum allowed speed of ninety miles an hour. Sooner than expected we reach the town my angels are going to sing and after ten more minutes or so I park the car on the hotel parking lot. It is half past four and we are supposed to be in the cathedral around seven for a brief rehearsal with the orchestra and the men choir. So after handing over our luggage to the bell-boy we go to the restaurant for a light meal. Later on after the concert we'll have souper in my room. Sandwiches and hot tea are nice and refreshing after the ride. The boys aren't nervous at all for the concert. They have enough experience and self confidence after a rather large number of performances since the beginning of advent. We talk about the upcoming Christmas holiday and also about their school results during the first semester of the school-year. One of the reception girls enters the hotel restaurant and makes eye contact with me. I excuse myself to the boys and go to her. "There is a visitor for you sir; shall I send him to you here?" I am surprised because I don't expect anybody here. "No", I say, "I will meet him in the lobby". "As you wish sir", she says. Following the girl to the lobby I ask myself who this visitor can be. There is no memory in my mind; I really don't know anybody in this town. In the lobby I see a tall man. It's obvious he must be rich. Expensive tailor made cloths and a heavy gold and diamond ring on each hand. He is the only person in the lobby so it has to be my visitor. To my irritation he ignores my extended hand. "This must be a misunderstanding", he says. "Yes", I reply, "We never met before and I didn't sent an invitation as far as I know". Ok, I think, you need to be rude I can do that even better. "Boy", he says, "I asked for the leader of the Hillhurst angels". "That's me and besides that you're speaking to the owner of Hillhurst". "Oh, I am very sorry sir". "Don't mention it", I say, "What can I do for you?" "All right," he says, "I presume you do not have the intention to drive back home after the church concert. I want to hire your angels for a Christmas celebration in my home. I offer you 5000 pounds. Of course I expect for that money the boys are going to serve me and my friends in bed also. What do you say?" I am speechless, totally flabbergasted. Than I have to control myself with all the strength I have. "How dare you. What do you think Hillhurst is; a boy-whore school? What do you think I am; a pimp? No sir, die in your rotten money. And now get out of her before I ask the reception to call the police". The burning heat of hate is readable in my visitor's eyes. Nevertheless he makes the right choice and leaves the hotel as quickly as possible. I go to the toilet and drink some water there to calm down a bit. More or less cooled down I pick up the boys from the restaurant and together we walk to my room. We have two separate rooms but connected together, with a door in between. I send Tom and Robin to the second room and tell them to lie down and rest till we have to go to the cathedral. Johnny stays with me and together we lie down on the king size double, after we took off our shoes of course. Just to be sure I set the alarm-clock. It would be very embarrassing to arrive late in church. Although our bed is large double, Johnny crawls to me till we are spooning tight together. I turn to my other side and our fronts touch in an erotic way. Our breathing is calm. This is the atmosphere of my institute. No fear what so ever for body contact between boys, between adults and also between adults and boys. That body contact may go as far as pure sex on one condition; mutual respect and stop there where the partner tells he wants to stop it. In other words never hurt anyone within a sexual relationship; never let desires rule reality. On our way to the cathedral snowfall begins. I am sure it was the right decision to book the hotel for the night. In a separate room behind the altar the boys can change cloths. Under the velvet short pants they wear a royal blue bikinislip instead of the normal light blue jockey pants. I notice Johnny builds a firm erection the moment he steps out of his normal underpants. His face colors in a deep red blush. It's going to take some time before he will be able to put on his bikinislip. The other two boys do not notice his little struggle because he turned his back to them and the front side to me. A smile and a wink from me is enough to reward me with a boyish grin and as soon as the outgoing bloodstream deflates his boy organ he is clothed in his concert uniform in seconds. Again the angels' contribution to the concert is a hundred percent success. Toppers were Oh Holy Night and Silent Night. The last song was given in the German language also using the original Gruber arrangement. After the final applause my three boys went to the conductor and kissed him on both cheeks. For the audience a very charming and lovely gesture, for the conductor a real and welcome surprise. A local CD shop also had a very nice evening selling a large number of the Angels album! V After the concert we have to remove two inches of snow from the car before driving to the hotel. The drive takes a rather long time. There is much traffic and the roads are slippery. All of us are a bit hungry and we enter the hotel restaurant directly after arrival. Soon a cup of mushroom soup is served and after that chicken and fries, kids favorite food; all over the world. Coffee for me and hot chocolate for the boys completes our souper and than it's bed time, at least for the Angel singers. We all change into our night shirts. Tom and Robin disappear to their room and Johnny and I crawl under the sheets of the double King size bed. While having some small talk Johnny grabs my hand and moves to his crotch. "Sir", he says, "It's happening again. It's happening all the time now for almost every day. Why is that sir; why is that happening to me?" I feel his hardness through the fabric of his nightshirt and understand he needs to talk about it. So I start explaining he is on the edge of puberty and what he can expect during the months to come. Exploring his genitals during our conversation I discover that his testicles already have gain in size. It's also possible to move his foreskin back and forth completely without causing any pain for him. I decide to go on with this stimulation of his penis during the conversation we have about the secrets of pubertal developments. Than suddenly something nice happens. Johnny puts his arms around my neck and presses his lips against mine. With the tip of his tongue he licks the inside of my lips and as soon as I open my mouth his tongue slips inside my mouth and starts playing around there. Than the new wonder starts. His whole body tenses. He clamps his whole body against mine and his throbbing penis offers him an early Christmas present; his first dry orgasm. Soon he will produce the seed of new life and become fruitful. VI Twelve, well almost thirteen years old Paul is in a deep sleep. The dorm is very quiet this hour of the night. All boys sleep in peace and are breathing soft and in a regular rhythm. Hundreds of millions of sperms are fighting desperately to stay alive and to reach a ripe egg cell. Hellas this a an all boys school, so the final destiny for each and every sperm is a handkerchief, a bed sheet or may be even better, the warm body of the seed owner. In four hours or so the dorm will come to live and everybody will notice the typical smell of drying boy semen all over the place. The sticky remains will be washed off as a start of a new day and, no doubt, the testicles will produce more than enough sperms during the day to urge the boys to another orgasm again. Paul starts dreaming. He is deeply in love with Andrew, the prefect; however Andrew has no idea about that fact. Paul sees Andrew virtually. Their eyes meet and Paul runs towards the subject of his love. During the run already his penis hardens. Paul puts his arms around the neck of Andrew. The question in his eyes is send to Andrew. Paul doesn't wait for an answer. He presses his lips on Andrews' mouth and forces his tongue through Andrews' lips into his mouth. A long and intense French kiss follows. Paul's hips start moving in a steady rhythm. His penis reaches maximum hardness. The blood flow in is much more powerful than the bloodstream leaving the organ. Paul starts moaning in his sleep and soon after that a nocturnal emission follows. Several spoons of semen land on the bed sheet. With the excitement Andrew's picture and presence fade away also. Paul is to dizzy to wake up completely. He turns to his left side and sleeps further. When all the boys are on their way to their classrooms, Andrew inspects the dormitory, especially the beds of the boys. Paul's bed shows him at least four typical stains as last nights remains. Andrew smile is there. Another first ejaculation took place in his group. Cake with sloppy icing will be again the holy duty of the kitchen staff today. Another proud boy will celebrate his special tea time with his friends this afternoon. Hallelujah, a boys' life is a lifelong mystery but exiting, endless exiting. VII Again the aula is filled with all pupils and their parents. The vicar's sermon is interesting and not to long. The decoration all over the place, the many, many candles and of course our community singing of Christmas carols leads to a more or less romantic and cozy atmosphere. A short performance of me together with the Hillhurst Angels is a success and we are honored with a long and standing ovation. After an early lunch buffet boys and their relatives leave the school building on their way to the parking place, now filled with an incredible number of Rolls Royce's, Bentley's and other very expensive cars. It is marvelous to see my boys walking along clothed in their pearl grey weekend uniforms. All going home or to guest-parents to spend their Christmas holiday. Most of them will find a new short pants suit on their bed and will be proud and happy to wear those new cloths. Only a few will have to face a new suit with longs. Those ones will wear the long trousers when it is absolutely inevitable and go back to short pants when possible. Boys will be boys for ever. There is only one boy left in my care. Julian and I will visit his mum on the first Christmas day. It is to difficult for him to spend his holidays in the clerical palace his mother is working and living in. His bad memories are to recent and therefore he refused to go there for several weeks. I called his mother and she fully understood the boys' problem. After our visit to her we will go to London and spend most of the holiday period there using my apartment an exclusive bed and breakfast for the two of us. With the boy I check the school building. The catering company has left and there is no sign what so ever pointing to an extensive lunch buffer for so many people. Before reopening in January the household staff will remove all Xmas decorations and clean the building for the new semester. The central heating is already switched back to night temperature. I lay my arm around Julian's shoulders and he puts his arm around my waist. Together we walk to my apartment inside Hillhurst. After entering the place I go to the kitchen to brew coffee. Julian lights the wood in the fireplace with the usual long match. Close together we go and sit down on my couch. Man and a boy; exchanging body-heat and energy, flowing into happiness. TO ALL READERS: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A VERY HAPPY 2008.