Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2001 11:07:24 -0600 From: tarantau tarantau Subject: Luxury of Lies-chapter two Here is Chapter two of Luxury of lies Hope you enjoy and as always all e-mails are appreciated. Check out my site at tdog505.tripod.com if you go there sign my questbook--and happy reading CHAPTER TWO (WAYNE) Barfield school for boys stood on a sprawling seventy-five acres, looking over the tiny town of Redridge. The focal point of the school was the adobe styled learning center at the end of the long drive from the main gate. And to the left of the learning center was the administration building, and to it's right was the first of three dorm rooms which housed the students. The first one, which had been nicknamed the Playpen,housed the students in grades Kindergarden through fourth. The second housing building, which was located directly behind The Playpen, affectionately named The Woods, housed the students in grades fifth through eighth, and the last and biggest one, which was at least fifty yards from the other two was where the students from grades ninth through twelvfth spent their time away from home. On this particular morning, on the forth floor, room 412, my alarm clock had just went off. I turned towards the empty bed on the otherside of the room. At the beginning of the year I had had a roommate, but through a series of misfortunate circumstances, he had been asked to leave the school, and so far no replacement had been found. But then again the cost of going to Barfield was more then what most people could afford. Before you go start thinking that every student attending Barfield's family is multi-millionaires or better, well that is just about as far from the truth as you can get. The majority of us were either children of the staff, on scholarship, or our familys dished out the money in order for us to get the best education we could regardless of the sacrifices they had to make. I fell into the first category. My father was the head administrator of Barfield school for boy's. In the order of chain of command, my father, Dr. Tyron Westwood, was the first and last authority on everything at the school. My family had a sprawling house located towards the back of the campus. I could have lived there along with my father, mother, and twin sister, Rebecca, but had opted to live in the dorms with the other students, a decision I was sure my father was proud I had made, but my mother on the otherhand was a little worried about the consequences of the actions I had taken. You see, my parents along with my sister knew the one secret I didn't want anybody else to know. They knew that I was gay. They had been real supportive of me, even though the first few months after my revelation had been a real trying time for all of us. My father tried to interject all kinds of manly activities into my life, thinking maybe it was just because I didn't feel manly enough. We went camping and fishing in the mountains, I killed my first deer, drank my first beer, which I personally hated, now when he let me drink the Jack Daniels that was a different story. I had grown to love camping, spending time out in the great wide-open, sleeping under the stars. I really didn't take to much to the fishing, I quess I just didn't have the patience for it. Even after my father came to realize that no matter what manly things we did, it still wasn't gonna change the fact that I was gay, we still continued to do them whenever we had the chance. My mother now she was a different story, she didn't treat me any different then what she had the day before I told them, she still expected me to do my chores like I alway had, and acted like nothing had changed. My twin sister on the otherhand had made me her secret project. She was determined to find me a boyfriend and had made that her lifes mission. I went along with her, whenever she would mention some cute looking boy, she had seen earlier in the day. I would make some excuse has to why he wasn't right for me, and besides most of them weren't gay. There was one boy inparticular that I had my eyes on, and something deep down inside me told he that we had a certain common bond, even though he probably wasn't even sure of it as if yet, but before I was done he would. The boy I was talking about was hanging on a poster in my sisters bedroom, and since he didn't live on campus, my sister was unaware of the fact that he was also a student at the school. I also had that same picture, only thing was that mine was kept between my mattresses and was the number one souce of my jack-off fantasies. The boy of my dreams was the son to the richest man in North America. I was hopelessly in love with Michael Mooreland. I glanced at the alarmclock on my night stand and noted the time to be a quarter 'till seven. I threw the covers off of my naked body, and ran my hand along my soft five inch cock. Ever since my roommate had been kicked out, I had taken to sleeping in the nude, in fact I had taken to spending most of the time in my private room without any clothes on. I got out of bed, stretched and headed into the bathroom, did my morning rituals, and at a quarter 'till eight I was grabbing my bookbag and heading out the front door towards the learning center for that days learning. (CHASE) I heard the chiming of the bells, signifying that Pierre had breakfast ready, and I had better be down there in five minutes or I wouldn't have any breakfast to eat. Neither Ms. Barton or Pierre gave a shit about my father's money. They had a job to watch and raise me and my brother, Michael, and if that job required disciplinary action, then disciplinary action is what I got. Ms. Barton was not beyond enforcing the rules even if it meant grounding me, or even more extreme giving me a good hiding, which I can honestly say she was very good at. I threw on my T-shirt, shorts, and slippers and bounded down the stairs two at a time, jumping over the railing on the last one and rushing into the kitchen, where Pierre had two plates set down. One for me and one for Michael. I alway had scrambled eggs and Michael always had poached eggs. I had sometime of juice, orange on this particular morning, and Michael had coffee. Pierre had made it perfectly clear that I was two young to be drinking coffee, so he refused to pour me a cup, so I was forced to drink the juice. We both finished the breakfast, cleaned ourselves up and waited for Myles, our personal cauffer to pick us up in the limo and drive us to school. I grabbed my bag and excited the limo in front of the Learning Center, greeted by my numerous friends, as we walked into the building for another day of learning. (MICHAEL) I grabbed my bag and walked towards the main entrance to the Learning Center. Not one person acknowledged or greeted me with a hello. I had very few friends, before the magazines started plastering my picture all over them, but it was even worse now, people who at least used to say hi, went out of their way to try and avoid me. I kinda could sympathise with how they felt, how would you feel, if the girl you had a thing for, had a picture of one of your classmates plastered on her bedroom wall. "Michael," I heard a voice call towards me. I turned around and there he was. "Wait up," he said, rushing to catch up to me. "Hey, Wayne," I said, "What's up?" "Man, I've been yelling at you for the past minute, I though maybe you were trying to avoid me," he said, casually throwing an arm over my shoulder. I know he did it in a friendly manner, but if he only knew the feelings it was stirring through my body he would have probably have removed it. "Sorry, man," I said, "I was in my own little world...are you ready for the test in English," I changed the subject real fast. "I quess about as ready as you probably are," he said. "Then I quess I'm not the only one who's gonna fail," I laughed. It felt good to laugh. We spent the next fifteen minutes talking about this and that. I enjoyed watching the way his hands would move whenever he was making a point or emphasizing something he thought was important. All around us students were entering into the building, most of them acknowledged him, but very few even noticed I was there. "Hey bro," he said, "don't worry about it, their just jealous." What?" I asked. "The guys," He said, "There jealous of you." I laughed, "Me, why would they be jealous of me?" "Come on bro," he said, "Do they have their picture on the wall of every teenage girl?" "I didn't ask... "I know that, but it doesn't matter, since it's a fact we can't change." The bell rang for classes and we headed off to English class. The test was a lot easier then what I had thought and I felt pretty good I had got at least a passing grade. I hoped Wayne though he had did as good. The rest of the morning went by fairly good, that was at least until PE class, when things started to take an unexpected turn. I was sitting in the changingroom untieing my loafers, when Wayne came and sat down next to me. "Michael," he said, "Let's skip class, I really need to talk to you," I could see in his eyes that whatever he wanted to talk about was real important. We agreed to go back to his dormroom and then he could tell me whatever it was he wanted to say. "where's your roommate," I asked. "He got kicked out," He replied. "I have the room all to myself." "Well what is it you wanted to tell me," I said, when we were finally sitting on his bed. "This," he said, and then he leaned over and kissed me. I pulled back, shocked at first. "I'm sorry," he said, "I shouldn't have done that. I think I love you Michael and I couldn't hide the fact any longer." I think he thought that I was gonna do one of two things, either I was just gonna get up and leave out of disgust, or I was gonna beat the hell out of him, and then let everyone know he was a fag. So it was kinda too his surprise, when I leaned back over and kissed him back. I could taste the cherry coke he had during Math class and knew exactly at that moment that I was madly in love with the boy of my dreams. The next few incidents that happened were something I could never even have dreamed of. We slowly removed each others clothing until we were sitting on his bed in nothing more then our underwear. I pushed him down on to bed and started sucking tenderly on his right nipple, hearing moans of love escaping from his gorgeous lips. I worked my way down his taut stomach, kissing and licking every part of his body I could feel my heart beating as I got closer and closer to the object I wanted to give my undivided attention to. I wanted to suck his cock, take the whole thing deep into my mouth until I felt it spurting it's warm liquid deep into my hungry mouth. Well I was kissing his chest, my hand was busy pulling off his undershorts, till he was completely naked underneath me. I moved into position and licked up the shaft with one quick swipe, enjoying the wonderful taste and feeling it was sending to my body. I swallowed with one quick move of my mouth and began sucking the first dick I had ever sucked in my life. I was in heaven, I knew at that moment that sucking Waynes dick was what I was born to do. I loved the way it smelled the way it throbbed. I wanted nothing more in life, or at least thats what I felt at that moment. "Yeah, baby, " he moaned, "suck my dick, suck it good." I reach my own hand down towards my underwear and removed them and started stroking my own hard cock. "Oh, baby," he moaned again, "I think I'm gonna cum. "I wanna taste it baby," I said, "shoot in my mouth." He shot spurt after spurt into my mouth, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever tasted. I got dressed, but couldn't go back to school so I called Myles and told him to pick me up cause I wasn't feeling good. I rushed up to my room, took off all my clothes and pictured Wayne's cock working in and out of my ass, fucking me with all his might. and that's what I was doing, drinking Vodka and dreaming of Wayne fucking me, when Chase walked in. But after Chase walked out, then my fantasy, even though it still included Wayne started to included Chase. I wanted to have sex with my little brother.