Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2000 22:50:29 GMT From: Tel R O'Tales Subject: ST: Rich Kid part 18 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. The Rich Kid Part 18 That night Mike and I chatted for a while before going to sleep. We were planning a little mischief. Just think of the fun we could have with an identical twin. The possibilities would usually be endless, but in this case there was a limit on the time available and the fact that there was now only one twin. With the depression this last thought created I nodded off. Tuesday dawned and Mike and I were up and about early. We tidied our room so that it was spotless and headed off to breakfast. It was nice getting down there early, as it was much quieter and there was no pressure to eat and escape. There were never enough seats for everyone. Lessons went well that morning and after lunch with Mike and I looking our smartest we reported to the Porter's Lodge. Our guests started arriving at around 1:30 and by 2:15 we had all of the lads that we had been assigned. Our first stop was their dorm to drop off their gear before taking them to the school theatre for a presentation by The Master. People say women talk, but this guy really talked the hind legs off a donkey. He went on for ages. Our next task was to let the lads settle in and generally be there for them if they needed us. All in all, they were a good bunch. Unlike most boarding schools we took lads from the age of 11 instead of the more usual 13 years old and this sometimes caused problems. One lad had never been to boarding school before and Mike took special care of him, as he knew exactly how he felt. He was after all in the same position. We tried to keep James, Freckles' brother hidden, but dinnertime was going to be a problem. Luckily, there were separate tables for the guests and we kept James hidden behind the others. Our next challenge came when one of the other guys in our group had an attack of shyness. It was shower time and he had never undressed in front of others before. We tried talking to him, but in the end, both Mike and I had to shower with them just to prove that we are all the same. How embarrassing, all those younger boys staring at you just because you are much older and more developed than they are. Mind you it made us feel big! I suppose I got a thrill being eyeballed by the younger lads. James fared little better, as he was our age too. Apart from James, they were all too young to be of any interest, so there was no problem with my best friend popping up for a look. That evening we showed them round the school clubs and evening activities. Tomorrow night would be more complicated as I had cadets and it would be unfair on Mike to have to look after all eight of them. We compromised and let them choose. By bedtime, all of them were familiar with Mike's and my plans to wind some of the other boys up and James was eager to get started. After bed check, James slipped along to our room and phase I started. With a little help of some flour scrounged from the kitchen we made James look very pale almost ghostly. Quietly he crept down the corridor and into Tom's room. Mike and I stood by our door listening intently when the quiet was spit with a scream of terror. James ran like the wind and came straight into our room and hid. Mike and I stood in the corridor waiting to see what was going to happen. Tom came out of his room and ran for us. He was as white as a sheet and stuttering something about a ghost. Mark poked his head around his door trying his best to suppress the laughter that was ready to burst out of him. Tom was a gibbering wreck and it took us nearly 20 minutes to calm him down and dissuade him from sleeping in with us. Our plan worked! From here James was going down to our form's dorm and spend the night in his brother's old bed. Mind you, we didn't tell him that. Just before 7 tomorrow morning Mike and I were going to shout ghost which was James's cue to climb out of bed and walk back to his own dorm scaring as many boys as he could. The first part went ok, but we hadn't allowed for a couple of lads that were homesick. By the time we had sorted them out it was really late and we overslept the following morning. James made the best of a bad job and executed the plan on his own. Judging by the talk at breakfast, the school was now alive with ghosts and when Tom came in and saw James, well that was it. He was a gibbering wreck for the rest of the day. Unfortunately, we had forgotten about the cameras. Mike and I got a severe ear bashing from the House Master. This struck us as much more severe than necessary. Mind you, he did admit the temptation might have been too great for him to resist too. For the visitors, it was a day of hard work! They started their entry exams when our lessons started and we wouldn't see any of them until lunchtime. During lunch, the Master came over and spoke to us all. He wasn't impressed by the example that Mike and I had set until he saw James. He had to have a second look when he saw James to convince himself he wasn't seeing things. Mike introduced James to the Master and all became clear to him. For the first time, this normally austere man laughed and I mean really laughed. I guess he too couldn't have resisted the temptation. After lunch came sport. We took our entire group with us and some of them really excelled on the athletics track. Mike had his butt kicked by one of the younger lads that really flew over 100 and 200 metres and James gave me a good run for my money over 1500 metres. What we didn't know was that they were being assessed on their abilities in sport too. Showering was a bit less of a problem today until a fourth former passed a comment about Mike and I. Unfortunately for him, he was standing just that little bit too close to James who landed him a right hook in one of his eyes. The punch wasn't hard enough and we had to break the fight up. The fourth former was really pissed off. James was really confused why we had to stop him and the other lads were full of questions for Mike and I. We did our best to answer the questions and the fourth former kept his mouth shut about getting a black eye from a smaller boy. So things pretty well sorted them selves out. Our guests didn't seem to be bothered by this latest revelation about Mike and I being together. This seemed to draw the younger lads into a closer group. Dinner was chaotic. What with the ghost rumours and James wandering around as large as life things, couldn't have got any worse. Unfortunately, the fourth former with the black eye barged into James and sent his tray flying. Mike and I were immediately on the attack. No one pushes our friends around. Things really got quite tense until Mark and Tom stepped in. The fourth former backed down immediately. He knew Mark's reputation and didn't want to get his arse kicked. Mark didn't see it that way. Neither did Tom. By the time they had finished with Mike and I, we felt about the same size as a mouse. We shouldn't have let the situation arise in the first place. Mark also warned us to keep an eye on Tom. It seemed that his feelings for Freckles had started to surface and his amorous intentions were now aimed at James. After dinner, James and a couple of the others came with me to cadets and the others went with Mike. It worked out very well. We had a great time as they learned about rifles and a little drill. When the others had finished, they showed us their sketches. I was surprised at one of them. He was better than Mike and had captured Mike very well as he drew the intended model. All went well that night and Mike and I had a better night's sleep. We didn't dare do anything in case one of our guests should walk in on us. Unfortunately, things didn't go so well with the boys. James got up to use the toilet in the night. As James was heading back to bed, he bumped in to Tom. Now that wasn't too bad. Tom was getting used to seeing James around by now and stopped to talk to him. It was then that he got over friendly and grabbed James's behind that things got out of control. Freckles wouldn't have minded, but James wasn't Freckles and objected to this stranger grabbing him. Tom could only see Freckles despite it really being James. There was a bit of a struggle and James's PJ trousers got ripped. Well, James took exception to this and tried to knee Tom in the balls, but failed. He was pushed away and fell to the floor. It was lucky for James that I had a feeling something was wrong and checked it out or who knows what might have happened. Tom was holding James by the PJ jacket when I found them. Fortunately I was able to stop Tom before things got too bad. I took James back to his bed and Tom went back to his room. As I went to James's dorm with him we chatted about what had happened. "What happened?" I asked James. "I was just coming back from the toilet when I bumped into Tom. We chatted for a while and then he grabbed me." James was obviously a little shaken by this. "So how did your PJ's get torn?" "I . I must have caught them on something as I fell over." My suspicions were on full alert by now. This was a school and great care was taken to avoid things sticking out from the walls and doors especially near the dorms. "Oh." I said making sure James knew I didn't believe him from the tone of my voice. "Are you sure?" "Yeah. Honest!" James said trying to avoid my gaze. "Ok. Sleep well and don't worry about him. I'll sort it out." I said trying to reassure James. He gave me a quick hug before settling down. "Night Ed." "Night James." All the way back to my room, I thought about what James had told me and even more so about what he hadn't! I got the distinct feeling he was holding something back. Something he was ashamed of or that had scared him. I wanted to talk to Tom. I knocked on his door. "Come in." Tom called. I opened the door and went in closing it behind me. "What was all that about Tom?" I asked him trying to sound friendly. "We were chatting that's all." "So why was James on the floor then? How did his PJ's get ripped?" I had too many questions that needed answering. "He was giving me the come-on. You know he really wanted it." Tom said. Now I knew that James wasn't that interested. Voyeurism maybe, but certainly not much more than that and not with a stranger if at all. "So what did you do?" I asked trying to sound interested and excited. "I grabbed his arse. God it's cute. If I get the chance, he'll get a lot more too!" Tom's smile was breaking into a laugh. My stomach churned. I couldn't listen to much more of this. "Tom, do me a favour. Leave him alone." I tried to imply I wanted him, to dissuade Tom for going any further. School code or not, I was now certain that something had to be done! I spoke to Mark about it after leaving Tom. We had past the point where we could deal with it ourselves and Mark insisted the House Master became involved. What a bigot the House Master is! He asked why I was worrying about something that for Mike and I was a way of life! He almost accused me of being "after him" myself. I was really angry at his attitude, but Mike was seething! I had to get Mike away before he did something really stupid. Naturally the House Master had a go at Mike about his lack of personal control too and kept harping back to the last time Mike lost it. He seemed intent on getting Mike to go for him. In the end, Mark helped me literally drag Mike back to our room. Mark stood in front of our door stopping Mike from getting out. I phoned father and appraised him of the situation. When Mike was calmer, Mark phoned his grandfather and did the same thing. Within an hour and a half, the Master was getting a real ear bashing from two of the most influential men involved in the school. Mark, Mike, James, Tom and I were all summonsed to appear before the Master immediately. The shit really flew that night. After listening to what we had to say, we were told to return to our rooms and Mike and I had to come back to his office at 8:30 sharp the next morning. The House Master was conspicuous by his absence when the beds were checked later that night. The senior prefect and the house captain carried this out. They didn't have any idea what was going on either. All they knew was that they had been told to do the checks. The homesick lads struck hard that night and after cleaning up after them Mike and I spent the night in their dorm. Mike cuddled up with one and me with the other. James took on the role of dorm mother and looked after the other small occurrences through the night. When I awoke the following morning, it was hard to move. I was trapped under the covers. It was then that I realised that all ten of us were jammed in or on two beds. The walk to the morning shower looked more like an excerpt from the pied piper than the morning routine in a boarding school. The house captain saw what was happening and quizzed Mike and I closely and was eventually satisfied that nothing clandestine was going on before mucking in and helping us. Breakfast was a little rushed as Mike and I had to report to the Master's office. Mark and the house captain took over from us and looked after the guests. We arrived at the Master's office the customary five minutes early and stood outside waiting. We were called in and greeted by father and grandfather. The House Master was also present. Both Mike and I were shaking like leaves. The Master started the talking off and handed over to the House Master who made the most humble apology I had ever heard. Boy did that feel good! Mike and I were satisfied that the appropriate retribution had been made and were asked to wait outside. As we waited, we could hear the raised voices of the House Master, father and grandfather. The House Master's voice was unmistakable. He was going on about taking the word of "two shirt lifting faggots" over his. Mike's temper started to build. The dominant voice changed. It was the Master's. He was very angry now and told the House Master to pack his belongings and leave the school by dinner time. That kind of attitude was not tolerated here! The Master's voice was now a little calmer as he explained that although the school did not approve of homosexual relationships, it was tolerant of them provided the boys involved were discrete and kept their activities private as Mike and I had done. "The old man is softening." I whispered to Mike. "Yeah. But what is going to happen to us now? That's what I want to know." "Nothing. Why should it? We have done nothing to be ashamed of." I insisted. We were called back in and thanked for having the courage to bring this matter to his attention. He was aware the school code was one of not grassing, but sometimes things had to be acted upon. We were dismissed and returned to class. We decided not to tell everything we knew as that too could be construed as grassing. Needless to say things changed in our house and for the time being the senior prefect and house captain took on a lot more responsibility. Some of the masters treated us differently too. Our guests had completed their entrance exams and now had to wait for the results. There was a party for them all and their hosts that night in the dining room and a good time was had by all. The house captain, Mike and I spoke to our group later on and they were happy about coming to this school despite everything that happened. The Master had also spoken to them about it. All we could do now was hope they had all made the required grade and their parents allowed them to come. Everyone slept well that night including the "homesickies" and after breakfast we made our farewells. It had been a hard few days for us, but very rewarding too. Both Mike and I were looking forward to a rest over the weekend. * * * * * * * * * If you have any comments please email 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 Chris, Trey and Marc for stirring my grey matter when it needs it. Thanks all of you.