Date: Tue, 28 Sep 1999 22:18:13 GMT
From: TellerOf Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rich Kid part 3

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
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The Rich Kid
Part 3 - School

	If nothing else, father was always true to his word, but he kept me waiting
nearly a week before he told me his decision. In the mean time, father
interviewed five or six potential tutors for me. I didn't really like the
look of any of them, but then again why should I? They were after all going
to be there to make me work!
	I was called in to father's office late on Friday afternoon. Mr Jones was
there too along with Mike and another man. Father introduced him as Mr
Samuels. He looked ok, but you can never judge a book by its cover. Mr
Samuels shook my hand. He had one of those voices that sounded calm, but had
just a slight note of uncertainty to it. Father suggested Mike and I show Mr
Samuels my study. That was ominous for a start.
	The study was clean and tidy as usual. Not that I had to do the cleaning,
but if I didn't tidy up, I lost things to the bin!
	"This looks very well equipped." Mr Samuels started, "But isn't it supposed
to be for two of you?"
	"What?" Mike asked with a look of surprise on his face which changed to a
smile as his brain caught up with what was going on.
	"That's correct. The additional equipment is being delivered shortly." I
bluffed.
	"So what levels are you at at the moment?" Mr Samuels asked. I was lucky, I
had a copy of my end of year report in my desk. Poor Mike had to spend ages
explaining it all to him. We spent the next ten to fifteen minutes asking
and having questions answered. It was most enlightening to say the least.
After returning Mr Samuels to father's study, Mike and I returned to what
was now going to be our study. Well, that's what we guessed.
	"Did you know about all this?" Mike asked.
	"Well, actually, I suggested it." I replied.
	"That's brilliant! Just think, no more school!!"
	"Hang on a minute. You have never had a home tutor before have you?"
	"Well, no."
	"You thought they made you work at school, well this is twice as bad. You
spend most of the day in the same room with all of your favourite things
around you knowing full well, you can't use any of them until after prep.
You call that brilliant?" Oh boy, did Mike have a lot to learn.
	"Now that you put it that way, it will be hard. Can't we rearrange things
so that they aren't so tempting?"
	"Hang on Mike. This is my study." I said indignantly.
	"You mean it was." My father said as he came in through the door.
	"Aren't I supposed to be consulted about what happens in my rooms father."
I asked remembering our long standing agreement.
	"Yes, but education was one of the exclusions if you remember." Damn! He
was right!
	"So where will we put Mike's desk and computer and things?" I replied
thinking of Mike now and the additional goodies I thought he may like.
	"Well, you boys can discuss that tonight. I assume Mike is staying over?"
Father had a wry, almost knowing grin.
	"Can he?" I asked as I turned to look at Mike.
	"Too late mate. My stuff is in the car." Mike laughed. I guess he was
getting a little of his own back after me not telling him about the tutor.
This was the best news I had heard all week. Father left us still wearing
the same grin. I grabbed Mike and wrapped my arms around him. I was so glad
to see him after our time apart. We shared a hug before he wanted to talk.
	"Edward, I am not sure about what is going on here. I mean we have a lot of
fun together." He said with a wink. "But I am not sure I really understand
what is happening to me."
	"Don't worry about it. You are going to get a damn good education. That's
all you need worry about."
	"I don't mean that. I was talking about us and some of the stuff we do
together."
	"Oh." I said. My heart sank. I could feel some bad news was coming my way.
	"No, don't get me wrong. I love the fun we have been having, it's just
that, well, it's not normal is it." I think my expression said more than I
meant it to judging by what Mike just said.
	"That depends on what you mean by normal. I have seen far worse things done
by prefects at my last school. And the boys didn't want it to happen. We, on
the other hand, have both enjoyed what we were doing, no one forced us."
	"That's not what I mean either. Jesus Edward, I LOVE YOU!" Mike said in
desperation as he turned away. I think he was a little embarrassed too.
	"I am glad about that." I said coolly. "Because if not, I would have killed
myself."
	"Eh?" Mike said as he turned back to face me.
	"You heard. You see, this last week has been absolute torture for me
without you.  I love you more than I have ever loved anyone in my life." I
was being honest too.
	You see, my father was always working or away on trips, mother died not
long after I was born and the only home I ever knew was my last boarding
school. Right now, I needed someone to love me, hold me and even take care
of me.
	Mike took me in his arms and hugged me tight. I could feel his tears as
they fell on to my shoulder. I could only guess how he was feeling just
then. I was really happy just to have him there. His hand moved on to the
back of my head and gently he turned it so I was now facing him. Slowly he
pulled my lips to his and they opened as they touched. My heart was so full
of joy and love that it flowed out of my eyes and mingled with his.
	We both stood there, our lips sealed, for what seemed like hours, but was
probably only two or three minutes. We had just parted when the driver
brought Mike's bag up.
	"In here, Master Edward, or the other room?" The driver asked. There was a
note of sarcasm in his voice.
	"The other room please." I replied. It wasn't what I wanted though, but I
had to keep up appearances. The driver turned and left. I was so happy to
see Mike I was lost for words. Calmly, I was lifted off my feet and carried
like a baby over to the bed. Now I would have dropped him, but no. He gently
lay me down in the centre and then jumped on me. It took only a few seconds
and our lips were sealed together again. Our hands were caressing and
stoking every part of each other's body that was in reach. Then it happened.
Mike squeezed me. My body suddenly went very stiff as a monumental orgasm
shot through me. I lay there totally helpless. I was at his mercy and loving
every minute of it! All Mike did was smile and kiss me again.
	I had recovered enough to help Mike by the time he was ready to start
unpacking his clothes for the weekend. It was then I discovered that
orgasms, when you are fully clothed and trapped inside a pair of underpants,
isn't the most comfortable of feelings, but I guessed that there was a pair
or willing hands near-by to help sort my problem out. I wasn't wrong either.
No sooner had I stepped in to the shower than a second body slipped in
behind me wrapping their strong arms around me and kissing the back of my
neck. We passed the soap between us as we worked up a good lather and it
didn't take me too long to take Mike over the edge with me.
	For once, father had dinner with us. The meal was pretty average for us,
father and I, but I think it may have been too much for Mike. He didn't seem
to be very hungry. After dinner father left us. What a surprise! We sat and
watched the television for a while, but I got the feeling something was
bothering Mike. It got to the point where I just turned the TV off and
looked at him. All he did was grin. You know, one of those deep-in-thought
grins.
	"What is up with you tonight?" I asked Mike.
	"Nothin'." He answered back. He sounded a bit sulky to me.
	"Don't be an ass. It's obvious something is bothering you, now what is it?"
I persisted.
	"I have been thinking about this tutor business. I know it'll be much the
same as school is now, but I am not sure it is really what I want. I mean, I
won't see my mates from school much. Will I?"
	"I think you may see more of them than you realise. We have to do PE (Phys.
Ed.) as part of our studies and the tutor can't teach us that. I think
father may be sending us to your old school for those lessons. Who knows, we
may even be with your old class?" I replied trying hard to persuade him that
the tutor was the better option.
	"I can see you going down well at my old school. It's a bit rough."
	"So what makes you think I can't handle myself?"
	"Well, they don't exactly follow the Marquis of Queensbury rules there for
starters."
	"Bloody hell Mike. We will only be there for the PE lessons then back here
for the rest of the time. It's not like I would be there all day or
something." I replied feeling a little insulted.
	"You don't understand. You have always been surrounded by rich kids that
have everything they wanted. These kids have nothing in many cases. They
have to fight for everything. To them you are a target for anything and
everything they want to throw at you simply because you have money." I took
Mike's point, but I was determined that I was going to prove him wrong.
	We settled back down on the sofa together and I turned the TV back on. It
wasn't long before I felt an arm slip around my neck and shoulders with a
hand hanging softly on my chest. It felt so good not only to have some one
to really love, but someone who loved me back. Gently I turned his head so
that he was looking at me. His blue eyes sparkled in the light from the TV.
They were almost mesmerising. Slowly I placed my lips on his and my tongue
slipped through and into his mouth. I almost giggled as his tongue traced
around the end of mine creating a sort of tickling feeling. Mike's hand
pressed against the back of my head and held us together. My heart was
racing and there was a stirring in the front of my trousers. I broke the
kiss.
	"Let's go up." I suggested. Mike nodded tweaking the now almost painful
lump in the front of my trousers. With the TV and the lights turned off, we
almost sprinted up the stairs and straight in to Mike's room. Within
seconds, I was flat on my back on the bed with Mike half on top of me and
half by the side, our lips sealed and our hands started exploring each
others bodies. I felt like I was heaven with an angel beside me.
	Slowly Mike undressed me. He stopped when he had reduced me to my boxers.
Shit! He did it again by grabbing the front of my shorts, I was shaking and
shuddering all over as I lost total control of my body. Mike stood up and
undressed completely before lifting me off the bed and physically carrying
me into the shower. With the door shut he turned the tap on. With a gasp, I
was back on earth and fighting to get out of the shower. It was cold! Mike
kept hold of me with one hand as he adjusted the temperature. He eased his
hold and I shed my shorts.
	As we stroked and caressed each others body I knew beyond all doubt that we
were meant to be together. I slid my soapy hand down his chest and very
gently started to tease his pride and joy. It wasn't long before he
discovered just how good my hands could make him feel given the chance.
	"Edward, can we try something new?" Mike asked. I nodded yes. At that
moment, I would have given him my life willingly. Slowly he slid his soapy
hands down my back and started teasing my behind working closer and closer
to the middle. I gasped as his finger entered me in a place where not even I
had been before. I clamped down tight on him.
	"Whoa! Loosen up! Loosen up." Mike asked. I tried to relax, but it took me
several seconds to achieve it. It felt really weird to have his finger in
me. It wasn't painful, well not in an unpleasant way, but felt really good
too. It's hard to explain. Then he moved it! What a feeling!
	We would have carried on like this for ages if there hadn't been a loud
knocking on the door and my father calling me. Mild panic set in. I told my
father I'd be out in a minute. Mike slipped quietly into his room as I
grabbed a robe and left by the door to my room.
	"Hello son." Father started. "You really like Mike don't you?" He asked. I
felt awkward. What I hadn't realised was he had seen the second set of foot
prints leading from the bathroom to Mike's room.
	"I do father an he really likes me." I replied.
	"You know you need to be more careful when you meet. There is a lot of
gossip down stairs about the two of you."
	"What are they saying father?"
	"Don't you worry about that. Just be careful. I know boys like to
experiment, but sometimes things get out of hand and people get hurt."
	"Thanks father." He hugged me tight before leaving.
	"What was all that about?" Mike asked opening the door to the bathroom.
	"I'm not sure, but I think he was saying it's ok for us to have fun
together, but we need to be more discrete about it."
	"Good!" Mike replied as he bowled me over backward onto the bed and pounced
on top of me. For the next few minutes all that could be see was a tangle of
arms and legs as we both tried to find new areas of each others body to
caress. Needless to say neither of us retained our robes for very long.
	I ceased the initiative or rather Mike's favourite toy and it only took me
a few seconds to reduce him to a gibbering shuddering wreck. He lay there
totally passive with his eyes closed as I gently played with the newly
formed puddles on his chest and belly. An idea struck me. Since we were both
in the mood for experimenting, I brought one of my fingers to his lips and
gently drew it across them. His tongue darted out trying to get at my
finger. He succeeded and instantly his eyes opened.
	"What's that on your finger?" Mike asked.
	"Guess?" I replied with a mischievous smile. He tried to grab me, but I was
too fast for him and with two swift movements he was pinned to the bed with
me sat squarely on his chest.
	"Want some more?" I asked.
	"Dunno." Mike answered. I dabbled my finger in the puddles again and held
it up in front of him.
	"Lick it clean." I ordered. Mike looked shocked. It had dawned on him what
it was. "Lick it clean!" I repeated before holding his head firmly with one
hand and wiping my finger over his lips. His tongue shot out again, but he
totally ignored it and licked his lips time and again.
	He seemed to like the new flavour, but what did it taste like. I dabbled my
finger again. I took my finger near Mike's face but kept it just out of
reach of his tongue before slipping it into my own mouth. I wasn't sure what
it reminded me of. All I really knew was that I didn't dislike it. I moved
off of Mike and sat on the edge of the bed. What a mistake to make!
	As fast as lightening, Mike had me in a headlock with one arm and my nuts
were firmly held in his other hand. He walked me backward into the study and
made me kneel on the chair. Damn! I wish he had forgotten about that chair.
Before long, I was at his mercy with my lower legs held firm by the cushion
of the chair. He was a little more organised than I was the previous
weekend. The belts from the bath robes were already behind the chair, so I
didn't get the few seconds it would take me to pop the cushion and release
myself.
	Before long, my wrists were tied behind my back. They weren't so tight that
it was uncomfortable, but I couldn't get them free either. It was really
thrilling to know that Mike could do whatever he wanted to me and there was
nothing I could do about it. Mind you I did have total trust in him. He
started to tickle me. I tried hard to resist, but my restrained smile soon
burst into fits of uncontrollable laughter. Well, it didn't take long for my
sides to start to ache and pretty soon I was in dire need of a rest. Mike
recognised this and started to work on my favourite toy. It didn't take long
for his hand to do its stuff and soon everything I had to offer was in the
palm of his hand.
	"Now it's your turn." Mike said as he dipped his finger into the small
puddle and ran it across my lips. I kept my lips firmly shut as I shook my
head. I was only joking as I didn't want to seem to be a push-over. He
started tickling again with his free hand. My determination collapsed and he
fed me my own sampling the occasional drop himself. What he did next pleased
me more than anything.
	Mike knelt on the chair with his knees between mine wrapping his arms
around me and pulling me tight against himself. The two steel like poles
sandwiched between us were soon being ground between our bellies. Mike
started kissing me on the lips just moments before we both experienced wave
after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure. Naturally, we were now both
plastered with the results of our own orgasms. Our stomachs slipped and slid
as Mike continued to grind our bellies together. It was just then that I
realised Mike's finger was exploring inside me and when it hit a certain
spot, that was it. I experienced even more waves of pleasure. Mike looked
satisfied as he stood up. Gently he released me from the chair and unbound
my wrists before carrying me to the shower. The shower was uneventful and
after drying us both off, he carried me to his bed and lay me down. There we
slept wrapped up in each others arms until the knock of the maid on the door
in the morning woke us.

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 Lord Vader for his help
proof reading the story and both Lord Vader and Trey for stirring my grey
matter when it needs it. Thanks both of you.