Date: Mon, 01 May 2000 22:56:46 GMT From: Tel R O'Tales Subject: Rich Kid part 21 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. Sorry for the delay in posting this part of the story. I was preoccupied with off-net commitments. Enjoy. The Rich Kid Part 21 "The Smoothies" splashed and clowned around for what was left of the morning before rumbling stomachs reminded them of the time. Mike's insistence on cleaning the quads down led to wet clothes, but this time there was no streaking up the back stairs only a pile of wet clothes outside the flat. Lunch was chaotic as we discussed what we wanted to in the afternoon. It was then that Mike pointed out he had his first lesson for his hovercraft pilots license which pretty well split us up. I wasn't going to be far from Mike and the others wanted to go into town and so it was settled. Mark, Tom and James headed off with one of the chauffeurs and I sat down with my feet up. I was looking at Mike's picture, the one he had drawn of me when an idea came to me. It was a real flash of inspiration. I knew father had left on business earlier and with a very special anniversary coming up, I needed to do something special. I walked across to the kitchen. "Hello cook. How are you today?" I asked jovially. She looked at me suspiciously. "Well thank you Mater Edward. What can I do for you?" Cook always was to the point. "I'd like to plan a special dinner party for Mike." I said. "When do you want to hold it?" "Late August, ideally a Saturday or Sunday." I told her. "That's no problem Master Edward. It's nice to get plenty of notice. What had you in mind as we'll need to order in anything special." "I think you may misunderstand me cook." "Oh and how's that?" She asked looking at me in a funny way. "Well, I was hoping to cook it myself." "Oh. And I assume you would like me to help you. Is that it?" Cook asked. "Well sort of. I'd like you to teach me how to cook. We don't get the chance at school." I said excitedly. "Ok. Master Edward, but I'll have to clear it with the Butler first." "I don't think you will have any problems there, but it is most important that Mike doesn't find out." "Don't worry. Just one thing though Master Edward. What's this special dinner for?" Cook asked. "It'll be Mike's and my first anniversary." I replied happily. "Hmm." Cook said with a note of disapproval. "I don't like such things. It isn't natural for boys to be in love with boys. But then again it's none of my business." I left the kitchen not quite as happy as I had been. Cook was entitled to her point of view. I just wished she hadn't said anything. As I came outside the kitchen door, I could hear the engine of Mike's hovercraft. I knew he was having fun and wondered how I used to manage before we met. My surprise dinner came back to mind and I headed back to the flat. There was only one major hurdle left now. What was I going to cook dinner on? There was still a gap where the cooker used to be and I had no idea how to go about filling it. I was going to have to trust someone else with my secret, Mike's father. I picked up the phone and dialled his number. "Hello. Mr Jones?" I said. "Speaking. How can I help you Master Edward?" He replied. I knew immediately he had someone with him. "Can I come over and talk to you? I need some advice." "Certainly." I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was proud that I felt I could talk to him. "Do you want me to come over?" He asked over the phone. "It's ok. I'll come to you." "Can you give me 10 minutes? I have something to finish here first." "Certainly. Thanks. Bye." I said before returning the phone to its charger. I looked at Mike's picture once more and realised that there were no pictures of Mike on the walls of our flat. The one's I had with the real him, all of him, but not really suitable for public viewing. I felt a stirring in the front of my trousers. You see, in most of my pictures of Mike, he was naked and displaying his beautiful body to the full. As I stood up, I adjusted the uncomfortable lump my thoughts of Mike had caused before leaving the flat. I walked slowly over to Mr Jones's office and he was waiting for me when I arrived. "You look serious Ed'." He said as he closed the door. "It's nothing. Mike's having his first pilots lesson and the others are in town." I replied. "Don't worry. He won't be too much longer." I looked at my watch. "One hour 35 minutes." I said without thinking. "So how can I help you Ed'." Mr Jones asked. "Oh. Yes." I said returning from a short daydream about Mike (who else?). "How do I get a cooker for our flat?" I asked bluntly. "Well, firstly I would need to know why you want one? You are both a little young to be messing around with cookers and things. Besides, you have a perfectly good kitchen just across the yard from you." Mr Jones replied. "Well.I.I wanted to cook something special at the end of next month for Mike. It's our first anniversary, but please don't tell him, please." I said. "Don't worry. We don't discuss estate business at home. So what had you in mind?" "I haven't decided what I am going to cook yet." "No silly. What sort of cooker did you have in mind?" "Do they come in different sorts?" I asked and immediately felt very stupid. "Come on. Grab your coat and I'll meet you by the flat. We are going to look at cookers." "Thank you." I said as my heart leapt for joy. I was worried he wouldn't approve of my idea. We met outside the flat a few minutes later, but before we got into the car Mr Jones and I measured the space that the cooker had to fit into. We spent quite a while looking at cookers and eventually we found one that was almost perfect. The trouble was it was also very expensive and I had to get father's approval first. I made a careful note of the details and we returned home. Father wasn't due back for several more days yet, so I e-mailed him and explained my plans fully to him including the details of the cooker. All I could do now was wait. "Hi Ed'!" Mike said gleefully. I shut the laptop lid quickly. "Hi Mike. How'd it go?" I asked excitedly. I was so happy he was back before the others. "Fine. It was really great fun!" He said eyeing the laptop carefully. "What've you been doing this afternoon?" "Nothing much." I replied as I stood up and hugged him tight. My answer was cut short as he kissed me. "So what about that?" Mike asked nodding towards the laptop. "Not more secrets I hope?" "Just one, but it is a very special secret. One I know you will enjoy!" I replied. "It hadn't better be another present. You know how I feel about them." "It is, but not the sort that costs lots of money. You can repay this one with nothing in your pockets at all and it would still be very special." I tried to convince him. "Are you sure?" He asked fingering the ring on his finger. "Yes!" I replied fondling the ingot hanging around my neck. "There is no way I want either of us to go through that again. I love you too much Mike." "Ok love." He replied. "Now get those soggy clothes off of our carpet!" I told him. "Get yourself into the bath and I'll be through in a minute." "Oops! Sorry." Mike said as he almost ran through into the bathroom. I heard the shower start as I put on some romantic music and stripped down to my underwear. As I entered the bathroom there was a pleasant smell in the air. Mike had lit a candle and it was giving off a most intoxicating aroma. It was a shame most of it would be drawn out by the fan along with the steam. The shower door opened and a strong arm grabbed me and pulled me in. A passionate kiss and a surprised look met me. "What the hell have you got those on for?" Mike asked. "I was going to give you a massage. Something we haven't done properly in months. Not since we started at school together." "Oh sorry love. I was hoping you were going to give me something else." "I will if you behave yourself." I couldn't help but grin widely. After cleaning Mike and fending off his attempts at removing my underwear I led him out of the shower and dried him off. When I was ready I lay him down on the towels that I had arranged on the sitting room floor and made him lay face down on them. With my hands now covered in oils I started on his neck and shoulders. He purred like a kitten. It felt so good to be able to get really inside him without entering his body. It was as though I really knew what made him feel good, besides sex that is. I spent ages giving him a really deep massage on both his back and front. Even his treasure took all that I had to offer with my hands before Mike fell asleep. I covered him with another towel and let him sleep. Luckily I was able to shut the others up before they disturbed him. "Ed'. What did you do to him that made him sleep like that?" James asked. "Get showered and I'll show you." I said with a grin. "Your not gonna.gonna 'DO' me are you?" "No way James. If you think I would seduce you whilst Mike and I are in love you are in a fantasy world." James headed off for a shower and I lay out another set of towels. He came out dripping wet. My conscience kicked-in. "Hey! Dry off first!" I said. He did and came out and lay down on the towels. "Do they have to watch?" James asked. "Not if you don't want them to." I replied and the other two took the hint and headed off to their room leaving the door open. Within a few minutes James too was so relaxed he didn't care what I wanted to do with him. It would have been ok. One thing I did for Mike, but not James, was to massage his 'personal equipment'. By the time I had finished, he too was fast asleep and covered with a towel. By now, my arms too were aching and I just flopped down in one of the armchairs and dozed off. Mark woke me gently at around 6 and I woke Mike. I wanted to give him the chance of a shower without our young voyeur watching his every move. Once Mike had finished, I woke James and we kept telling him to get a move on or we'd miss dinner. We weren't too far short of the truth as the phone rang just as we were leaving for dinner in the breakfast room. Well, it was much less formal and definitely not so imposing. Besides, the table wasn't so highly polished. After dinner Mike spent some time with his parents. He wanted me to go along, but I didn't think it would be right. It was him they wanted to see after all. I settled down in front of the big television with the others and we watched a video that Tom had bought. It was "Men in Black". It was great! And we son realised that Tom was a secret sci-fi boffin. As we found out later, he was also quite an author too. Naturally, they were all science fiction stories. All except one that is, and he agreed to read us that story once we were all together again in the flat. Tom cleared his throat and began his story. It was a true love story and as it progressed he took us from fits of laughter to the depths of despair. Parts of the story sounded familiar, but it wasn't until the end that we realised he was reading the story of two young male lovers and those lovers were Mike and I. We talked for ages afterwards about the story and Tom's perception of what we had been through. The most accurate parts of the story was where he had interacted directly with Mike and I. All the way back from last year and my painted on underwear through to his "involvement" with James. It was a truly touching and well-interpreted story that made us all feel very special. Both Mike and I took full advantage of the situation to not only discover how our friends saw us, but to let them know how we saw them too. Briefly, we saw Mark as a ladies man that was looking for other experiences too. Tom, well, Tom was a bit of a mystery. He was interested in boys; but it appeared that he was only really interested in self-satisfaction and wasn't bothered if the boy felt good or not. James was a true voyeur and into watching anything sexual. He was even man enough to admit it. Now that must say something for his courage and inner strength. They saw Mike and I as two guys that were madly and deeply in love with each other to the point of near suicidal behaviour when we were separated for long periods of time or were forced apart. I suppose this was a fair assumption given our track record. The one thing that really impressed us though was how loyal they saw us, not only to each other, but also to our friends. The room went quiet and we reached a mutual decision that come what may, we were going to remain good and loyal friends. It was on this high note that Mike and I decided to retire. A stern look at James dissuaded him from partaking in his favourite hobby. The flat was very quiet and all you could hear was the sound of slow rhythmic breathing as we slept. For us, the night passed very quickly and early the next morning we were out on the lake sailing and canoeing. Our instructors arrived mid-morning and wasted no time in joining us out on the water. Apart from a break at lunchtime, we stayed out until we had no choice but come in and get ready for dinner. The pattern for summer was set, on the water during the day and working on our money-making holiday project in the evenings. The math was a piece of cake after one of father's accountants showed us what we had to do and very soon Mike had decided that this side of the business would be far easier than actually running the activity side. Ok, so this was only a trial run and pretty soon Tom, Mark, James and I started behaving more like real clients and giving Mike a hard time. All in all he coped very well even when Mark got really balshy and threatened to punch his lights out. We knew he was kidding, but if a real client got that upset we knew that we would need some adult help to run the enterprise. By the end of the fourth week we were ready for a change and this gave us the ideal opportunity. Our instructors were going on holiday in the next couple of days, so we made plans for a canoeing and camping trip. We did our homework well and father gave us the ok. All we had to do now was convince the other parents. From here on things went down hill rapidly. Mark had to go with his parents to the South of France for three weeks and Tom was off to Orlando for two weeks. That left three of us, which was a good number. James had to go home for a few days, which meant that Mike and I could spend some time without having to watch the shadows for James. He wasn't as bad as he used to be, but still had a little way to go. On the Monday, Mike had another hovercraft pilot lesson and I was back in the kitchen with cook. She was amazed how quickly I was learning my new skills and we decided it was time to test them out. Poor father, if only he knew he was one of the richest guinea pigs in the world. We all ate well that night, but it wasn't quite up to cook's standard, yet! By the end of the week, Mike was approaching his first set of exams and was as nervous as hell. We spent the evenings going over the theory and when he went in for his exams, I was left outside pacing for over two hours. Well, I couldn't let him face them on his own, besides it was nearing the time for the cooker to be delivered and fitted and I wanted to make sure he was out of the way when it came. Mike emerged from the study followed by his examiner. He had a really strange expression on his face. He looked constipated or something. But it didn't last for long as he let out a loud "whoop!" He had passed the first set with flying colours. This left the way clear for our trip and a big celebratory meal I had planned. No, I wasn't cooking this one. Instead we were going out to the local Chinese restaurant with his parents, my treat. Unfortunately, my father was away on business and missed a brilliant night. It was just as well that we weren't in our best togs, because chopstick in the hands of novice's made a frightful mess. That night we snuggled up as usual when a funny beeping sound came from the kitchenette. Shit! I had been tinkering with the cooker earlier and had forgotten to cancel the time. Up until now Mike hadn't noticed the cooker, but that was about to change. He rolled over and ambled off into the kitchenette. "When was this put in?" He called. "Oh, the other afternoon. Do you like it?" I replied trying to make it sound as it if it had been planned all along. "What do we need a cooker for? We have a full kitchen and staff just across the way?" Mike asked. "We will have to learn to fend for ourselves sometime. I mean, what about when we go to university?" "I guess you are right. But I can't be bothered with it yet." Mike said as he climbed back into bed. With that, a long muscular and increasingly hairy arm wrapped itself around me and hugged me tight. A head lightly placed itself on my shoulder and the gentle warm breath from it sent goose bumps all over my chest. With a gentle turn of my head I kissed a button nose. A giggle escaped from my lover as I teased it with my tongue. Only the very tip of his nose mind you. A deep guttural sigh escaped my lips as he slid his hand down my chest and after teasing my belly button found something a lot more interesting to play with. Before too long, his hand was working wonders on me as he sent shivers and tingles all over my body. I let my hand slide down Mike's flank and drew feathery circles on his bum cheek. He too soon became as excited as I and I gently circled up to the small of his back causing him to arch it quite violently. "You know Mike." I said between gasps, "I really love you with all my heart and soul." "I love you too Ed'. Nothing else in the world matters to me any more now that I have you." With that our lips sealed and our tongues danced. I made a couple of involuntary grunts and Mike dived beneath the covers engulfing my pride and joy just in the nick of time as my body stiffened and my private firework display erupted inside my head. With that, my eyes closed my muscles relaxed and I fell asleep. I awoke around five-thirty the next morning. Mike was still snuggled up close to me, but my left arm was all tingly and I couldn't feel my hand. Gently I reached over Mike and took hold of my left hand with my right. It was cold and totally devoid of feeling. Carefully I eased it up and placed it against Mike's back. There was a sudden convulsion and he was lying on top of me trying to escape my cold hand. I let out a scream as sudden pain shot down my left arm. Mike rolled off of me back onto my arm. He was wide awake now and groping for the switch on the bedside light. He found it as I wrenched my arm out from under him. He rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a thud. If it hadn't been for my arm, the whole situation would have been incredibly funny, as it was I was nearly in tears as Mike's head appeared over the side of the bed looking at me in dismay. I was sitting there rubbing my arm as he climbed back in to bed and took over from me. He had guessed what had happened. A few minutes later everything was back to normal apart from the fact that we were both wide-awake now. There was a bang on the door and two security guards came in. "Sorry to intrude lads. We heard a scream!" The younger of the two guards said. "It's ok. My arm was numb from me laying on it and when I moved, it hurt like hell!" I replied not telling him the whole truth. Gently he took my hand and started rubbing my arm. "Thanks, thanks very much. It's much better now." I said. The trouble was his touch was really great and seemed to be having more of an effect further down my body than on my arm. Mike coughed subtly as he noticed my growing problem. "Oh.Ok Master Edward. We're glad to have been able to help. Good night." The other guard said. "Good night." We said together and the guards left. "So what is this for?" Mike asked pulling the covers back and grabbing my now fully erect penis. "I'll show you, if you'll let go of it." I replied with a wicked grin. He let go all right and as he rolled over to turn the light out I pounced on him pinning him to the bed. A few moments later I was giving him my all and to the best of my ability. I must have been getting it right too as Mike was already starting to purr unlike me. I was starting to pant. I eased off a bit and pretty soon I was purring away too. Mike decided it was time for a change and we swapped roles as I lay in his favourite position, on my back with my knees up. His probe docked with me in a manoeuvre even NASA would be proud of. As he started his gentle rocking motion I eased his head down to mine and gently nibbled his earlobe and kissed his neck. I could feel his body shivering with excitement before a sudden hard thrust and that wonderful full feeling peaked in me. Mike collapsed in a heap on top of me. I hadn't realised until know just how much he was filling out. With a gentle slap on his behind he climbed off and lay face down by my side. I guess I was a little selfish as I took this as my cue to climb aboard. I slipped in easily and took my time before I too collapsed after a mind-blowing orgasm. We just lay there for an hour or so as life outside our window started a new day. By 7:30 we were showered and eating breakfast. We had to meet James at the station at 9 before organising our kit and heading off to our first nights camp by the river. The train pulled in on time. Now that was a surprise in itself, but where was James? The mobile rang and the driver answered it. "Master James is at the house Master Edward." The driver said sounding a little put out. I didn't blame him either. "Thanks." I said as we returned to the car and headed for home. Did we get a shock as we pulled in behind the house. There sitting on top of James's father's car was a bright blue Canadian canoe! Not only that, it was brand new too! There were hugs all round as we greeted each other and the adults wandered off for coffee. I was more interested in the boat. It was great! All 16 feet of it and it would easily accommodate all three of us. The trouble was we now had three boats, the two I had arranged and James's. * * * * * * * * * 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.