Date: Sun, 12 Dec 1999 23:24:34 GMT From: Tel R O'Tales Subject: Rich Kid part 10 WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal in your locality, please leave now! The story and its associated characters are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental. Some parts of the story have been idealised. The author has copyrighted this story. A single copy had been placed in the Nifty Archive. Do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or other web-sites without permission from the author. I don't plan on posting anything more now until after the New Year. I hope you all have a very happy Christmas and New Year. Teller The Rich Kid Part 10 The Aftermath No one said anything to me about what was loosely called the fight. It was probably just as well. Despite having got the initial anger out of my system, I was still angry, but desperately ashamed of myself too. How could I let that have happened. It was so unlike me. Despite numerous attempts to apologise to Tom, he wouldn't even look at me, never mind listen. I did however discover that I hadn't broken his nose. Thank heaven for small mercies! Mike, on the other hand, was doing a little better. Tom would talk to him, but would immediately turn and walk away if he mentioned my name. I was truly sorry and needed to make it clear to him despite his childish behaviour. Things were never quite the same after that. The other prefects started listening a lot more to what they were told by the younger boys particularly if it involved an older boy. So as it turned out, Freckle's life wasn't entirely wasted! Setting Tom and I apart, school life settled down considerably after the "fight" as we all tried to return to some semblance of normality. Needless to say, our form was allowed to attend the funeral, which meant no lessons that morning. It was the one time I really needed Mike to hold me, but he daren't, not in public. He was scared of the talk it might cause. I didn't blame him too much. I guess I was being a little selfish too. That afternoon was very subdued. No one really had the heart for playing sport, but still we had to play. It was that night when my grief finally started to really affect me. Luckily, Mike was now able to hold me and really support me through it. We lay in bed, hugging and holding each other tight. It's funny how we take things so much for granted, like life itself. How we can be happy and smiling one day and gone the next. Ok, Freckles had his problems, but deep down he was a really happy, huggable guy and I am going to miss him dearly. As I lay next to Mike, the tears gently ran down across my cheek and on to my pillow. I couldn't help but remember the fun we had all had with our friend, but no more. That night I slept fitfully and wasn't much use for anything the following morning. The new day brought about some changes that to my mind were long over- due. It was in chapel that my lack of sleep caught up with me and Mike had to keep nudging me to wake me up. That is until the changes were announced. The first change was that each form had it's own designated shower area and no one from another form was allowed to use it. As a consequence, the bathroom off of Mike's and my room was unlocked. The second to my mind was already happening, but the Master announced that some prefects were going to be trained as student councillors and volunteers were asked for. I would have liked it to be taken one stage further. I wanted to see the call for volunteers extended across the whole school population, not just the prefects. They tended to stick together and if you complained about one to another, the first was almost guaranteed to hear about it. So it would be self defeating to a large extent. During morning break, I spoke to our house master about the suggestion I had concerning the student councillors. I'll give him his due, he listened to what I had to say but kept trying to put the idea down. In the end he agreed he would pass my idea on, but only if I volunteered. I did - much to his surprise. Needless to say, by the end of the week there was a mixture of prefects and student being considered for councillor training. At least now there would be some guarding of the guardians. That week passed very slowly and when Friday night came, Mike, a couple of fourth formers and I headed out to the local cinema. As action films go, it was quite good, but the change from the normal routine really made a difference. It was as though we had been on holiday for a couple of weeks. By the time we returned to school, all four of us were very happy. Being a Friday, Mike and I did more than just snuggle, lots more. We showered together which is where the fun started. As the water ran over us we hugged each other tight. Armed only with a single barrelled pee shooter (you know what I mean, the one all us chaps are born with) and a bar of soap we worked up a good lather. As our lips connected our tongues started to dance. With our pee shooters trapped between to well soaped up bodies, our trip to euphoria started. I hope it was going to be a long slow trip. My hands took the scenic route all over Mike's broad back and shoulders gliding over his skin. Mike's hands were looking for somewhere a little more personal. With a loving sigh from me at least two fingers found what they were looking for. Our tummies glided softly across each other sending those wonderful tingly messages to our brains that caused our passion to rise still further. It wasn't long before we were both groaning with the delight of each other's touch. I knew it wouldn't be long before the first part of my journey would be over and as my self- control was fading, I flipped the water control on with my finger. I should have been more careful as the proverbial bucket of cold water hit us. We left the shower in such a hurry we fell over the small step and landed in a heap on the floor. Apart from me cursing as we squashed my injured hand and a couple of grunts from Mike, we continued relentless. Our passion was slightly cooled and some of the soap suds had gone otherwise nothing had changed. With me on top now pinning Mike to the floor, I slowed us down and the demonstration of our love for each other carried on at a much gentler pace enabling me to reduce the risk of blowing it. After a while, the hard floor proved too much for Mike and after resetting the water temperature we rinsed off. Our passion wasn't to be denied though and before we even reached the bed, Mike had my pee shooter in a firm grasp and I was rocketing towards an explosive climax. Mike released me and as I hit the bed he consumed me like a hungry child wolfs a hot dog down whole. It was no good. With a warning grunt I gave Mike all I had and still my body wanted to give him more. As I lay there exhausted from my first trip to euphoria, Mike moved me round on the bed like a crane moves a heavy load around a construction site. Gently he lay me in the middle with my head on the pillow. Slowly he started kissing his way down my exhausted body lingering in the places where he knew he could send me crazy with desire for him. He was right too. Just a few seconds on each of my nipples and I was back on that journey to euphoria. A raspberry on my belly button set us both rocking with hysteria. Thankfully it didn't last long and with just a little persuasion my pee shooter was ready for action, but was it loaded? Mike didn't stop to find out and as he teased my two reservoirs, I knew what I wanted next and knew too it was what he was hoping for. I lifted my knees and he put them over his shoulders, one either side of his head. I was expecting him to work his way back up and kiss me on the lips. He didn't. With an expert swipe of his tongue across the entrance to my tunnel of love, my body shook as all my muscles spasmed at the same time. It was too late, my pee shooter had gone off again. It was loaded. Mike continued with his tongue as he explored the regions further in and before too long his tongue disappeared from view as it entered the tunnel where I had never expected it to. God he was good! All I had left now was the moans and sighs as he pushed my pleasure levels to their limits and beyond. In my now totally exhausted and awesomely euphoric state, I could do nothing to resist Mike as he tried to make me feel even better. Not that I wanted to stop him, it's just that with my damn hand I found it hard to make him feel as good as I wanted to. It wasn't long before I felt his tongue being replaced by something much longer and thicker. I felt his body gently come into full contact with mine as he leaned forwards and teased my ears and neck with his nose and tongue. All I could do was lay there wriggling and squirming as I reached yet another climax. This time there was no cleaning up to do though despite me trying my best. Mike really took his time and I tried to ensure that he felt as good as possible. It felt like a lifetime before he really started pounding into me. Then came a prolonged sigh as he gave me all he had to offer. He collapsed on top of me, completely exhausted. All I could do was hold him tight. Well almost. A couple of quick spanks on his behind caused me to shudder to one final orgasm that put me out of the game. We rolled over and slept peacefully for the rest of the night. Someone banging on the door woke us up the next morning. There were a few moments of panic as I messed my bed up before walking over to the door and opening it. There was Greg, one of the guys from our form. He was wearing his white gym shorts and not a lot else. I saw him in a different light after that. "You guys better get down to the dorm and quick!" He panted. "Why? What's going on?" I asked as my interest was aroused. "It's TOM!" He replied uncertainly and dashed off. That was it! If that bastard had done anything to any of my friends he would pay even more dearly this time than the last! Mike tossed me some shorts and we dashed down to investigate. The door to the dorm opened with a bang as I crashed though it. Everyone in the dorm was startled by my entrance. Ok, so it was a bit melodramatic, but I wanted them all to think it was a teacher or someone. What I saw hit me as hard as I hit the door. Curled up on what was Freckles bed was a boy. Obviously he was older than the rest of us, but until I got up close to him I couldn't see who it was. As I knelt down by the bed, the boy turned and faced me. There, not more than six inches away from me, was the face I took great pleasure breaking my knuckles on only days before. Tom! We both froze. He had tears streaming down his face, his eyes were all red and puffy. My heart was thumping, but my brain was confused. I reached out and gently wrapped my arms around him in much the same way a parent does their baby. He lurched forward and wrapped his arms around me. "I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry." He said mingled in with more than a generous handful of sobs. I hugged him tighter and very gently started massaging his back and shoulders as my shoulder got wetter and wetter. From what I could make out, he blamed himself for Freckles accident. Well, that was how we tried to think of it. It looked as though I had my first case as a student councillor. It was strange, but as Tom cried onto my shoulder all I could really think about was the pain in my hand. His proximity seemed to magnify it somehow. It was now that my guilt hit me about how unfair I had been to Tom and slowly tears fell from my eyes too. Despite all that had happened, I now felt a real need to help and look after the boy in my arms. "Come on you two. Let's go back to our room." Mike said softly, almost fatherly to us. We followed in our own time. Neither Tom nor I wanted to let go of the comfort that by now was holding us tightly together. When we got back to our room, Tom and I sat on my bed and cried and cried. For over an hour, Mike simply supported us both while letting us get our sorrow out of our systems. He was absolutely brilliant. He was there for both of us and seemed to know exactly how we felt too. By lunch time, Tom and I were on very good talking terms and all three of us went to lunch together. We turned quite a few heads as we entered the dining room, but what the hell. We had sorted out our differences and healed a common wound together. The only thing we both regretted, but didn't admit to each other, was that Freckles wasn't there with us. It was then that the idea came to us. Freckles was a popular boy. Not only amongst our form, but with quite a large number of other forms too. Why not hold a memorial dinner for him. A full-blown formal dinner, right here in the school dining room. Mike was not much better than luke warm to the idea, but we could count on his support. It would give all his friends the chance to express how they felt about him in a way that was in keeping with school tradition and also fitted in with parts of the curriculum. When we had finished lunch, Tom and I had a quiet word with the catering supervisor to check that it would be feasible as far as the kitchen was concerned. We had no problems there, we could even use our normal rations to help reduce any extra costs that it might create. We sorted out some sample menus. Our next stop was the house master. He was interested in the idea, but wanted to know more about what we had in mind. Mike, Tom and I spent the afternoon working out how best to tackle the project and get as many key staff on our side as possible. By the time we had finished, it seemed as if the whole project fitted in to the curriculum very neatly. The house master came up to visit us after tea and we put our case forward. He was suitably impressed and agreed to pass it on to the Master. In fact, he even managed to wangle himself an invite should our plan proceed. After this, Tom invited Mike and I to his room for a coffee. A sixth form privilege that both Mike and I wished for as we were both avid coffee drinkers. As we drank, Tom and I talked more about Freckles and at one point I asked a question that really made us all quite tense. "How did he honestly feel about Freckles?" There was very tense pauses as Tom considered his answer which, when it came, really caught me off guard. "I loved him dearly. Far more than I can express or could ever tell him." Mike and I were stunned. "The biggest problem was could I trust any of you. We all know what happens officially to gays in this place." "Why didn't you say something to him?" I asked. I knew that that was all Freckles wanted to hear from Tom. The trouble was I also knew exactly what Tom was afraid of. I glanced at Mike. 'Dare we risk telling him about us?' was my question. He certainly knew we fooled around together, but I didn't for one minute imagine he knew how we really felt about each other. He had just been open and honest with us. Mike gave me a subtle nod. It was as if he knew what I was thinking. For some reason I had a feeling of deja-vu. Hadn't we all been through this before. "Jesus Tom. You can trust us with your life. Especially as Mike and I are lovers." I stopped to see how he would react. A look of shock flashed across his face. "You two? Never. I know you like messing about, but lovers? Never. You're just trying to make me feel better. Besides I didn't love him like that." Tom replied. There was that feeling of deja-vu again. "Believe it or not, it's up to you." Mike said stopping me from pushing the point further. "Freckles was great to be with and knew what he wanted in life, if (you know what I mean, but all I ever wanted was to find out what it was like. How it felt." Tom stopped and looked at us both. I think he was looking for some reassurance that we weren't going to take the piss out of him. I had made a major misjudgement of the situation which could have possible serious consequences for both Mike and I. How could I have been so stupid? Tom was looking at us both alternately, he was unsure whether to continue or not. "I still don't understand why you didn't tell him all of this. He'd have been disappointed, who wouldn't, but he'd also have understood." I said calmly. "I couldn't. It was embarrassing enough having him tell me he." Tom lowered his voice, "telling me he loved me. Do you really know what it is like when another boy tells you that? Do you know how it makes you feel?" Tom asked. "Especially when you can't return that love." "Yes. I do." I replied. "I bet you do." Tom said sarcastically. "You haven't been listening to a word either of us have said, have you? Otherwise you would know that I," I paused, "that Mike and I ARE in love!" I let what I had said sink in and waited for a reaction from Tom. "Bollocks!" Was his reply. "Prove it!" He challenged. "How the hell do you prove that you love someone?" Mike butted in. "Kiss him. A proper kiss mind you, not one that you might give your mum or your sister." Tom said in an almost challenging way. I wasn't sure what he was now trying to prove. I had that uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. "That wouldn't prove anything, besides how do you prove a feeling? You can do it with a kiss, but that would only tell the person being kissed. Even then it wouldn't be conclusive." Mike replied. Our conversation was stopped by a commotion outside. A car had screeched to a halt in the car park below our window. Mike looked out, only because he was the first there. We were clamouring to see, but couldn't. "It's the cops!" Mike said excitedly. "And there's Thorne with them. He got out of their car." "What's he been up to?" I asked. "How the hell should I know." Mike answered sharply. Well, it was a bit of a stupid question. "You should see the state of him. He's obviously picked on someone that wasn't quite the push-over he thought they were." Mike added. We all burst out laughing. Thorne was lead towards the Porter's lodge and we all returned to what we were doing. We all wanted to shake the other guys hand. Well, I mean, Thorne was one of the biggest bullies in school. If we had watched a little longer we would have even more to talk about. All of us missed the Master being escorted from the premises. Gossip was rife the following morning. At breakfast there were all sorts of rumours going around. In chapel, the address was given by the Deputy Master. He was one of those people that sounded soft, but was really as hard as nails. None of us wanted to get on the wrong side of him. Morning classes got off to their usual Monday morning start, but things soon changed as first me, then Mike and a few other boys were called out of class and sent to the library. Once there, I was shown to one of the small study desks and a police officer started asking me questions. I answered as best as I could. He wouldn't answer any of my questions though. What the hell was going on? I was asked all about my dealings with the Master and then about Thorne and his cronies. I knew he was tangled up in this some how. The question was, how? And who beat him up? * * * * * * * * * I would like to point out too that all of the events in the story are entirely fictitious and although there may be the occasional sexual encounter in British public schools, they are on the whole rare. I would also like to say that no matter how bad the problem, suicide is NOT the answer. There is always someone who can and will help. If you have any comments please e-mail me at teller_of_tales@hotmail.com as usual flames will be ignored. I would like to thank Marc for his help proof reading the story and both Marc and Trey for stirring my grey matter when it needed it. Thanks both of you.