Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2000 20:00:25 GMT From: Tel R O'Tales Subject: Rich Kid part 25 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 25 Saturday dawned fresh, clear and very warm. Mike faced one of the major challenges of his young life. The examiner was coming to test him for his pilot's license! We ate breakfast in a calm atmosphere that quickly gave way to sheer panic as his nerves got the better of his self-control. When the examiner arrived, Mike was laid out on the floor of our flat as I gave him the best possible massage I could. It did the trick to. If anything, it worked too well and he left me feeling a little blase. Throughout his test I was nervous enough for the both of us and was told to relax more than once. When Mike and the examiner came into the flat, both of our parents were waiting with me, our nerves were obvious. Mike looked glazed. I showed the examiner where he could clean up as Mike sat down and just stared at the fireplace. He showed no sign of emotion. When the examiner re-entered the room Mike turned and looked at him. For the first time there was an expression of expectancy on his face. They sat down at the table. "Well Michael," the examiner began. "In light of your age, I have rarely seen a performance like that. Your results in the written papers were outstanding and you have obviously worked very hard. Tell me, how long have you wanted to be a hovercraft pilot?" "Since my birthday sir." Mike replied nervously. "This was a birthday present from my lo." Mike stopped short. "From my best friend." "That's right sir. I gave him the hovercraft for his birthday, but father said that it was on the condition that he learned to pilot it correctly." "That was a very sensible and responsible thing to do. The only trouble is your age. You are now 14?" The examiner asked. "15 Sir. I am a little older than Edward." Mike replied. Father nodded in agreement. "Whilst you have qualified for your license, you age prevents you from piloting in a public place without a qualified pilot with you until you are 17." Mike was elated and disappointed too. "Thank you sir. I don't expect to be doing much outside the grounds of the house yet anyway, so the age restriction is largely irrelevant." I could see Mike's disappointment. I guessed he wanted to have a go down at the beach or somewhere more exciting. The sound of popping champagne corks perked us all up as father handed the examiner a glass. Naturally Mike and I were allowed a glass. It was the best present Mike could have had. I was so happy for him that I wanted to kiss him then and there, but present company wouldn't have allowed it. The examiner left us a little while later and all of us had a light lunch brought across from the kitchen. Everything went according to play during the afternoon and by 4:30 I was chained to the cooker preparing our light tea. Mike was astounded when he came in and smelt cooking in the flat. "That smells good!" Mike commented as he came in. "Thanks, but let's wait until we taste it shall we?" I answered. By five past, we were sat at the table eating home made hamburgers with all the trimmings. I was surprised at just how good it tasted, but couldn't pass comment. I had to wait for Mike to do that. He loved it! He was also highly suspicious now as he realised I had changed my plans. What really shocked me was that he rolled his sleeves up and did the washing up! No asking, no prompting he just got stuck in. We had some time together on the sofa before we had to visit his parents and made the most of it too! It seems he preferred home comforts rather than the fancies we usually got in the dining room. I only hoped that he would like the menu I had chosen for tonight. After changing into something more formal, we left to see his parents. No sooner were we out of site of the flat than the household staff started setting up for the surprise dinner later on. All I had to do was keep him away from the flat. We had a couple of close calls when he wanted to pop back for something or other, but with Mike's mum's help he was cunningly dissuaded from doing so. All I could do was hope that all was going to plan. I needn't have worried though. Eight o'clock chimed and I found a new problem to worry about. Mike didn't want to leave his parents. He can be so damned awkward at times. We left 10 minutes late. I let Mike enter the flat first. The look on his face really made all of the effort that had gone in to the meal worth it. It was beautiful! The white tablecloth contrasted nicely with the blue and red candles and napkins. The china and glass wear was set out perfectly. What I hadn't counted on was our fathers serving us sherry before we sat down to dinner. Fortunately that was the last we were to see of our parents. We sat down and a young man dressed formally served the entree. It was a simple salad with a choice of dressings. As I looked at Mike his face beamed. I knew he liked salad a great deal and combined with a formal dinner the stage was set for a really great night. We made small talk as the table was cleared ready for the next course. Much to our surprise, the alcohol free wine I had chosen had been replaced with something more appropriate for both the occasion and the main course. A wine chosen by our fathers. Trout with almonds was served next accompanied by a variety of small continental vegetables. It was superb. Both Mike and I thoroughly enjoyed it. But the real surprise was yet to come. A different young man served the sweet; again he was dressed formally. There was something familiar about this young man though and neither could say what it was until his sombre expression cracked and a beaming smile broke through. "James" We said excitedly together. "Sir." James replied. We discovered later that he was under strict orders to play his role tonight and nothing more. "What are you doing here? Guests don't work. Not in this house." I said. "Here, here!" Mike added. "Tonight sir, I am no guest." James concluded as he served the sweet, a beautiful lemon sorbet with summer fruits before he left. Mike and I chatted about this latest turn of events before the subject returned to the reason for tonight's soiree. It was after all, our first anniversary. We left the table to be confronted by yet another surprise. Our fathers served us port before joining us for a short while. It felt strange for Mike and I to sit there in front of our fathers with an arm draped around the others shoulders. Only a year ago we felt comfortable with our relationship and our fathers looked uncomfortable, now it was our turn to feel uncomfortable whilst our fathers didn't appear to mind at all. "Mike." I said nervously. "I have a small present for you." "What! You know how I feel about presents." Mike replied as I released my hold on him and slipped my hand under the end of the sofa. "Don't worry, it's not expensive." I said handing him the flat package. Mike carefully unwrapped it and as he opened the lid of the box he burst into fits of laughter. I didn't know what to think until he handed me a similar looking package. I unwrapped his present to me and I too burst out laughing. Both of us had bought identical presents! Silk boxer shorts with our names woven on them. Our fathers too started laughing when they realised what had happened. A little while later our fathers left us telling us to "be good and if not, to be careful." I guess they knew what we had in mind and didn't think it appropriate to stay too long. By this time, both Mike and I had removed our jackets and bow ties and our intimacy was increasing steadily. Around midnight, Mike gently took me up in his arms and carried me through to our room where he gently lay me on our bed climbing on along side me. We kissed and cuddled as if there were no tomorrow. As time passed our clothes were slowly, but surely forming a pile on the floor by the bed. As our tongues explored each other's mouths our hands explored each other's bodies with a touch so light it was barely perceivable, but immeasurably erotic. "I love you Mike." I said tenderly. "I love you too Eddie." Mike replied. We both lay there totally naked, enjoying the tender erotic touch of the others hands as our passion and love blossomed. Mike rolled us slightly and I now lay on top of him. His strong muscular arms wrapped around me in a tender loving embrace. God how we love each other! I started to kiss my way down his neck and around the top of his chest. I could feel the skin move as my lips touched him. He let out a groan of pleasure as I started to encircle one of his nipples with soft tender kisses. It was hard and ready for some real lip service by the time I had spiralled in to it. The sweet musky scent of his maturing body sent my mind into a spin, but I cared not. All I cared about was making my Mike happy. I continued kissing my way down over his chest and firm tummy until I reached his belly button. It was a lovely sticky in one and was not small, but petite if you understand me. I felt something press hard into the underside of my chin. I couldn't help but smile. It was after all, the reason I was working my way further down this muscular young man's body. With his recent growth spurt I no longer needed to draw his skin back and so I did my very best to give my lover the most pleasure I could knowing full well that I would get my reward shortly. Oh boy! Did I get my reward! I kissed my way back up Mike's body and planted a long loving kiss on my lover's mouth. He responded not only with a kiss, but also by rolling us over. Mike wasn't usually one to beat about the bush and before I had chance to recover my now scattered senses I was totally consumed by his hot passionate mouth. His tongue really worked wonders and despite my efforts to hold back I gave him his just deserts. For what seemed like ages we just lay there in each other's arms hugging and nuzzling up to each other recovering from what I hoped would be our first bout of passion. I wasn't wrong either as I soon found out. Mike kissed his way gently back down my body and continued past where I expected him to linger, down over my thighs into what for us was previously uncharted territory. He made it to my feet and was soon sucking on my toes. Not only did this make me giggle, but made me feel even more grateful for the love of my life, Mike. He started kissing his way back up and lingered on my thighs which by now were almost singing with excitement from his truly sensual kissing. I didn't know what to do next as he eased my legs up and kissed his way towards my two lily-white bum cheeks. By now my whole body was singing to the tune of his kisses. He found one spot, the right spot, and my head swam like never before. His tongue was receiving no resistance from me by now and he knew I was truly his to do with as we pleased. I closed my eyes and this made my head swim even more. I felt a movement as he started to kiss his way up my chest and neck before our lips met and our tongues danced. Another movement and a slight pressure sent me rocketing up to heaven as Mike's gentle rhythm worked his magic. Before long he was groaning and expressing his passion and love for me far more vocally than I could remember. After a sudden thrust I was starting to feel that filling up and very soon full up feeling as Mike collapsed on top of me panting hard as he struggled to recover. I wrapped my arms around his strong, sweaty body and held him tight. He was softening inside me, but what the heck we can't have everything! After a short while he rolled off onto the bed beside me, my legs landed with a thud and a bounce. I rolled over slightly and partially lay on top of him hugging and holding him wishing that tonight would never end, but like all good things it did as the sun streamed in though the window. Our relationship had seen good times and bad and we had made it through the first year. Neither our love nor our respect for each other had diminished one iota. I hope and prey that it lasts for ever! * * * * * * * * * I have received several requests not to go into so much graphic detail during the love scenes and have decided that I would allow you, the reader to use your imagination a little more. I hope this doesn't spoil your enjoyment of the story. For those of you that are wondering about James, well just after he started at school he got friendly with a nice girl from the Sixth Form and as far as I know, they are still together now in a caring loving relationship. Mike and I hear all the gossip and get the facts from James, but never repeat any of it. We are after all, friends. His interest in boys was short lived, but not until he too had faced some really hard and trying times with his parents and peers. Mark passed his exams with straight "A's" and went on to University. Whilst Mike and I steadily progressed up through school and ultimately into University too, but that may well be another story. Teller 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.