Date: Sun, 17 Oct 1999 22:44:21 GMT From: TellerOf Tales Subject: ST: Rich Kid part 5 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 5 Wednesday morning arrived and our lessons started as usual. At about 9:30 Mr Grey, released us for the rest of the day and we headed down to the car. One of the good things about being wealthy is that on visits like this we can all travel in the same car. Mike and I sat right in the back whilst our parents sat nearer the front. It was great, but something was making Mike nervous. I tried to get him to talk to me about it, but failed miserably. We went up a long drive towards what looked like a large country house. Certainly the buildings looked impressive, but what was the school really like. We parked up in the visitors car park and almost before we had reached the imposing front door to the school a man dressed in a long flowing black robe and mortar board was walking towards us. He introduced himself as the head master, known as the Master to the students. My father introduced us all and we were invited into the Masters office. It looked a little like a Georgian drawing room with lots of polished woodwork and pictures hanging on the wall. After the Master had welcomed us he almost drowned us with facts and figures about the school and how well it was doing both academically and in sport. I had to suppress a yawn once or twice. Then we started the guided tour. He did his best to show us all the good points, but Mike and I managed to find questions that he found a little harder to answer. We spent ages looking at the new gymnasium and sports centre and the IT wing of the maths and science block. As mid-day approached we met up with two boys about the same age as Mike and I. They were to be our hosts for the afternoon. The boys introduced themselves as Davis and Horncastle. I introduced Mike and I as they led us off to lunch. The meal itself was quite civilised, well as civilised as it could be with close on 150 boys sitting down at the same time. After lunch Davis took us up to his dorm. Compared to my old school it was much better. There were only 4 to a room and the upper years had single or double rooms, but it would be a while before we could have a room like that. We headed off to the posh Maths and Science block. We had to pick a day to visit that would leave us tackling maths problems. As it turned out I was quite good and put a few of the boys in the class to shame, but Mike had a few problems. Mind you he shone like the sun in the Sahara in physics, unlike me, I was only a dim star in the night sky. So I guess we were evens at the end of the day. On our way home we faced the third degree. What did we think of the school? What was the food like? You know the sort of questions parents ask. Personally I thought it was an 85% school. I didn't like the idea of having to play sport almost every afternoon though. Mike on the other hand, loved that idea, but realised he still had a way to go before he was up to their standard in some subjects, particularly maths. Mike's parents were very impressed. When we got back home, Mr Grey met us and set us prep! Can you believe it? We both had to write an essay about the damn school we had visited. The irony is, he was smiling as he set it. The rest of the week was pretty routine except for the twice weekly visit to the local comprehensive for our PE lessons. It rapidly became clear that I was a target for them. When ever they had the opportunity to have a go physically or verbally, they grasped it with both hands. Mike's acceptance by them was also dwindling and he too was becoming a target for them. It was blatantly clear by the end of the second week that we were the outsiders. This was particularly hard for Mike. The boys that kept hurling abuse at us were mainly his ex-friends and this made him loose his temper more than once on the rugby pitch. At one point, I had to physically stop him before he got himself into real trouble. I spent our mid-afternoon break packing a small bag that would hold just enough stuff for two days. It was Mike's fathers weekend off and they were heading down to the coast and they had very kindly asked me along. Ok, so September isn't the best month to visit the coast weather wise, but it would certainly be quieter than in August. We left straight after out lessons finished on the Friday afternoon. Mr Grey hadn't set prep or any thing because he was planning a weekend away too. After driving to Mike's to pick up his mother we were off. My going on the trip had been kept very quiet for obvious security reasons, but all I could think about was the fun Mike and I would have together. The journey was not very far, but extremely boring because we got caught in all the Friday evening traffic. However we made it in one piece and checked into the hotel. Trust Mr Jones, he had booked a family room. He and his wife had the main room whilst Mike and I shared a twin room off of theirs. Never mind though, at least I was going to be with Mike. The first thing we did was to push the beds together before going off to explore the hotel complex. We found the dining room and bar very quickly, but these didn't interest us much. What we were looking for was the pool and spa area. We seemed to traipse around a lot of identical corridors before finding it. Our only problem now was how to get back to our room. A smart looking man came towards us wearing a well tailored grey flannel suit and a hotel name badge. I explained our problem and the man very kindly lead us back to reception and told us at which floor to get out of the lift. We eventually made it back to the room and met up with Mike's parents. We had dinner in the hotel restaurant that night. It was very swish. The problem came when I asked to settle the bill as father had asked me. Unfortunately, Mr Jones didn't appreciate it. I eventually relented and just kept quiet. I never meant to insult him, I was only trying to carry out my father's wishes. You see Mr Jones wouldn't accept anything from father to help cover the extra cost of taking me with them and I think what I had just done tipped the balance. I made myself scarce after that. I didn't want to cause any more problems and resorted to phoning father. He told me not to worry, he'd sort something out. Mike and I headed off back to the pool and spar. The staff there, were very friendly. Especially one young man. He was about 18 or 19 and was slim with well defined muscles. He insisted that because we were under 18 he had to supervise us. I was glad about that. In many ways, he resembled what I thought Mike would look like in a few years. Originally we were going for a swim, but when he asked how long ago we had eaten, well that put an end that idea, so we went on the fitness bikes instead. He was very attentive toward me and after I had been cycling for a while knelt down in front of my bike and adjusted the friction control. He watched my legs as they pumped up and down. I am sure he was also looking at something else too until another member of staff came over and distracted him by asked for his help. "He fancies you Edward." Mike said in a strange tone. "No way!" I replied. "Why would he be interested in a kid like me? Besides, I have you." I said as I slapped his bum cheek playfully. Before I really appreciated what was happening, Mike had slapped my bum and a game of slap started. "Hey! You two! What do you think you are doing?" Came a shout. It was the guy that had been looking after us. "You're not supposed to be in here unsupervised you know." "Sorry." I said trying to sound remorseful, but failing. Mike came to the rescue. "This is a bit easy to peddle. How do you adjust it?" He asked the young man. "Like this." He replied as he knelt down in front of Mike. A big smile appeared on the mans face and when I glanced across at Mike, it wasn't the only think that had appeared. There was a sizeable bulge in the front of Mike's swimming shorts too! "Do you need some help as well?" The young man asked me as he glanced across at the developing bulge in the front of my bathers. "Why? Do you want to help us with these?" I asked playfully as I rubbed my bulge. "You'll have to hang around until after we close for that." He answered with a grin. "It's my turn to lock up tonight." He replied with an even bigger smile as he stood up. Well, as you can guess, that was it. Both Mike's and my bulges almost doubled in size. "Try the bench press. A couple of fit young guys like you two should be able to manage it." We left the bikes and followed the young man across to the gym equipment. As he lay down on his back I caught Mike checking out the front of this guys shorts before I did the same. We looked at each other and smiled broadly. "Ok. It's your turn." The young guy said to Mike. Mike lay down and the young guy went to great lengths to ensure that Mike's feet were in the right place before setting the weight up. Mike pumped away at the bar with ease stopping to adjust the weight himself every so often. Mike and I changed over after a few minutes and it was my turn to have my feet positioned. I knew damn well by now that he was looking up the leg of my bathers. I don't know why exactly, but this gave me a thrill. Judging by Mike's expression he was getting a good look of the mans backside as he knelt to adjust my feet. A bell gave a couple of single dings and the young man left saying "I'll be back in a couple of minutes." I stated to push the bar up and down. It wasn't easy, but Mike was a bit stronger than I. Some of the lights started to go out around the gym equipment and after a few moments the young guy came back. "That's better. Now that we are closed, we can have some fun. By the way, my name is Roger." "I'm Mike and the one with the lump down there is Edward." "It's nice to meet you boys." Roger replied. "How about a sauna?" "Sure." I replied. My arms were beginning to hurt and I didn't want to loose face with this good looking guy. We went over to the sauna and when we got there Roger opened the door for us. We went in. Boy was it hot! Roger came in with us and before sitting down on the bench slipped his shorts and shirt off. This was the cause of the hardest erection I have ever had. He was huge! And that was when he was soft! Mike was the first to dump his shorts. Roger couldn't take his eyes off of him and when Roger started stroking his own rapidly stiffening, what I can only describe it as a fire hose, it was that long, Mike developed his own scaffold pole. I felt my first pangs of jealousy. Why was he more interested in Mike than me? I had to do something. "Roger, I can't get the knot undone in my shorts. Can you help me?" I asked. I was desperate to get him away from MY Mike. Sure enough he came over and not only undid the knot, but slipped my shorts down too gently running his hands over the curvature of my buttocks. His touch was even more erotic than Mike's! I had a hard time holding back. Heaven knows how I did, but thankfully that was the case. "I take it you guys are friends?" Roger asked. "Friends? We're more than that." I replied as I sat by Mike and started to massage his thighs and scaffold pole. "I see." Roger replied. "More like an item?" He asked. "That's right." Mike replied. I don't know why, but Roger put us both at ease. It was after that Roger started asking all sorts of questions about what we did together. His hand kept sliding slowly up and down his pole as we talked. It was then that he asked the 64 million dollar question. "Have you guys fucked yet?" I was gob smacked. No one had ever been that blunt with us. Mike blushed. I didn't know whether to laugh of cry. "Well, er . . . not yet." I eventually replied. "You wanna try it. It's great!" Roger stated with a funny tone in his voice. I was busy trying to see where this was leading us. I didn't mind the thought of having Mike in me. Well I loved the idea really, but that bloody great thing Roger was playing with NO WAY! "Let's go into the massage room. It's not so hot and there is a good couch." I knew straight away what Roger was after. He lead around the complex avoiding places where we could be seen from outside. He had obviously done this before. "Nah. I've had enough for one night." I replied. "Don't panic Eddie." Roger relied. "I'm not going to do any thing with this." He said waving his dick around. I couldn't help but follow it with my eyes. "This would split you wide open. All I was going to do was help you guys get it together." I breathed an audible sigh if relief. Mike burst out laughing and Roger just stared at me. Mike stood up and walked over to me. As he sat on my lap he kissed me long and hard on the lips. I knew then that he wanted to make love to me. He damn near had me in him as he sat on my lap. I broke the kiss. "Sorry Mike." I said softly and nervously. "You know I love you very, very much, but I am not ready for that yet." I felt sorry for Mike. I could see the disappointment in his eyes. But I just wasn't ready. "Don't worry Edward. I know you love me and you will want to make love when the time is right." Mike hugged me and kissed me again. "We can do the finger thing though. If you want to that is?" I said to Mike trying to repair the damage I had done to the developing situation. I was trying to make him feel better too. Why I didn't know, but I guessed he really wanted me then and there. "No. It's OK." Mike said as he slipped his bathers on and headed towards the door. Roger glared at me as though I had deprived him of something he wanted. If it was one of us, then I am glad! After Roger let us out of the sports complex, I followed Mike back to our room. He looked unhappy to me. He showered alone, by choice I might add. I now knew that it was something I had done that had upset him, but what? I slipped into my bed after having a shower and turned the lights out. I felt so alone despite Mike being less than six feet away. I lay there, quieter than a church mouse, unable to sleep. I thought I heard a noise, there it was again, a sort of sniffing sound. As I sat up, I realised Mike was crying. I slipped out of my bed and in to Mike's. At first he tried to push me away, but after a few unsuccessful attempts I was grabbed and wrapped up in his arms as he squeezed me tight, crying on my shoulder in the process. Slowly but surely, I discovered that he really did want me, but I had refused. After calming him down I tried my best to explain that I wanted him to have me, but down in the gym wasn't how I wanted it to happen. It wasn't him at all, but the location and the spectator although I wasn't sure for how long Roger would have remained a spectator. Mike eased his hug and allowed me to turn into a more comfortable position before kissing me good night. I was so happy that we had sorted our difference of opinion out that I wanted to play, but it was too late. Mike was already in the land of dreams. Shortly after this, I was to join him. We both overslept the next morning and unbeknown to us Mike's mother looked in on us. "Don't the boys look so cute when they are asleep?" Mrs Jones commented to her husband. "They do." Mr Jones said unsure how to tell his wife all that he knew. "Why do you think they slept together?" Mrs Jones asked. "I don't know." Came the reply. Although Mr Jones could have made a good guess, on this occasion he wasn't entirely convinced he would have been right. "It might just be that they have grown together since Mike was caught in the house grounds." "It's funny. Most people in their position would have called the police, but they didn't. I wonder why?" Mrs Jones asked. "From what I have been told, it was Edward that spoke up for him and made good after the guard dog scared Mike half to death." "Mike never has liked dogs much. Wasn't it kind of Edward to make sure he was alright?" "Yes love. He's not a bad lad as rich kids go. I think he did it more for the want of company than anything else. Apparently, he spent most of the summer stuck in that big house with no one to play with and then Mike came along. Since then they have been very close, may be even too close." My Jones responded. "You don't think Edward is . . . using our son do you?" "How do you mean using love?" Mr Jones asked. "You know, all that boarding school education. You know what boys are like when they are in large groups. All those stories you hear about them doing things together." "I think Mike is old enough to know what is right and what is wrong. Don't you?" "Well yes, but " She was cut short by a bump in the other room. A head poked around the door. "Morning mum, dad." Called Mike before walking across the room dressed only in coloured y-fronts. "Morning sleepy head. You look like it was a hard night last night." Mrs Jones said finishing off with a grin. "Nah. We slept all night." Mike stopped suddenly realising that his mother was discretely sounding him out. "That's good son." She replied. After hugging both of his parents, Mike returned to our room with the distinct impression he had put his foot in it so to speak. Very gently Mike woke me and I greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Mike returned the kiss and soon I was emerging from under the covers. We showered together before heading down to breakfast with Mike's parents. This was followed by a walk along the sea front to the amusement park. Mike and I spent most of the morning going on the rides and trying out some of the other amusements that were there. After a simple fish and chip lunch we explored the town centre together. Unfortunately, Mr and Mrs Jones wouldn't let us boys out of their sight which cramped our style a bit, but in light of the recent threats I don't blame Mr Jones for not risking it. We all went to the theatre that evening and saw a review. It wasn't one of the great West End plays, more of a review by local talent with the occasional well known name thrown in for good measure. When we returned to the hotel later that evening a fax was waiting for Mr Jones. It was from my father. A small incendiary device had been intercepted in the post addressed to him and rather than have them return home straight away, he had booked them into another hotel and they were to move there as soon as they could. By way of compensation, our stay had been extended by two nights. The hotel manager was lurking close to Mr Jones as he sent his wife and us boys up to pack. Quickly the manager gave Mr Jones a run down on what arrangements had been made and that our bags had already been sent over to the new hotel. It was part of the same chain of hotels, but in the next class up. Mrs Jones, Mike and I returned empty handed and Mr Jones explained that our bags had already been sent on. Soon afterwards Mr Jones explained most of what was going on as we drove to the new hotel. Naturally he left out the part about the small bomb. When we arrived at the new hotel, the Jones's felt a little out of place. Although they were reasonably smartly dressed, this hotel was considerably more classy than they were used to. After freshening up and changing, we all met up in the bar for a late snack and a talk. We talked late into the night, Mr Jones did his best to answer all of our questions without causing alarm. We boys continued talking when we got back to our room. It was then we discovered the mini-bar. This was something new to Mike and temptation proved too much for him. Although he didn't get carried away he did help himself to a couple of beers too many. Something Mike was to regret the next morning. I had a hard time that night trying to keep a very giggly Mike quiet, but succeeded some how. My major disappointment was that Mike was in no state to have any fun with now that we had a twin room of our own, even if it was next door to Mike's parents. Bright and early the next morning I slipped down to reception and cleared the mini-bar bill so that it wouldn't show up on the main bill. I had a good idea that Mr Jones would go mad when he saw the prices of the drinks! When I got back t the room Mike was up, but well and truly hung over, so I set about making Mike look better by plying him with coffee and a couple of headache pills I had picked up whilst out. The only thing I couldn't cover up was his bloodshot eyes. Unfortunately neither of us had brought any shades with us. We, Mike and I that is, spent part of the morning looking at what little talent was on the beach before heading back to the amusement arcade again. But after everything that had happened, we weren't left alone for a moment! It was as though we were a couple of prize-winning show dogs being taken out for a walk on our leads! We had a simple sea food lunch and looked around town for the rest of the day. Dinner that evening was a little more entertaining. If I said Mr & Mrs Jones were a little out of their depth in the hotel restaurant, it would be an understatement! For the first time they looked to me for guidance when it came to using the correct cutlery and glasses. It was an ideal opportunity for Mike to show off his new knowledge. I casually suggested that they ask Mike. Sure enough, he shone. Not only did he get the cutlery right, he also helped them out with the wine glasses and tipping at the end of the meal. After the meal both Mike and I were feeling quite tipsy. I hoped that all that wine wouldn't impair Mike's performance later. We returned to the bar and although Mike and I were now only allowed soft, non-alcoholic drinks, we had a great time. Both Mr and Mrs Jones relaxed a great deal as the evening progressed. When Mr Jones announced that Mike had been put forward for the school we visited a real celebration started. I used the excuse of needing the toilet to get a waiter to bring over a bottle of the hotels best champagne. It wasn't until I gave him the money in advance and a hefty tip that he took me seriously and agreed to bring it to our table. Needless to say, both of the adults went to bed extremely happy, if you know what I mean leaving, Mike and I some time off the lead. Something be both took great advantage of. We were both laying in bed when Mike asked me how he could thank me for letting him help his parents earlier. He said he would do anything I wanted. You should have seen his face when I produced a tube of K-Y. At first he thought I wanted to do him, but I really felt bad about the other night and wanted to make it up to him so I suggested that he do me first. He was absolutely stunned! We hit our first snag. We knew what we wanted to happen and we both knew too that if we did it wrong it would hurt like hell. It was now I really regretted not allowing Roger to advise us the other night. We slid back the covers on the bed and I knelt doggy style while Mike knelt behind me. His first attempt at making love to me was a down right failure. It felt as though he was parking a bus in a garage built for a car. God it hurt. I decided to get him to try his finger first. Well, this wasn't as painful, in fact it didn't even feel uncomfortable. Slowly Mike worked on me with his finger, then two. It was a strange feeling having something go in where stuff usually comes out, but it felt good too. Especially when Mike found a spot that really set my head reeling with a very intense feeling of pleasure. Unfortunately, it caused me to make a mess of the sheets with most of what I was saving for Mike later. Eventually the moment of truth came and Mike made love to me for the first time. He was a tight fit to start with, but as he worked his way in and out, the tightness eased and we both began to experience, for the first time, what love making was really like. With his arms curving under my shoulders and teasing my chest with that sensational touch of his he gently brought himself to a mind blowing climax. God it felt good as the pressure deep inside me suddenly grew and Mike pumped away like a piston. All to soon it was over. Mike slumped onto my back, exhausted. He lay there like a rag doll for several minutes before looking over my shoulder and whispering "Thanks Eddie" in my ear. I simply turned my face towards his and hissed him on the lips letting my tongue explore as much as it wanted. Mike fell off to one side and lay there looking at me with expectant eyes. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. The question was, could I? Mike started to turn over onto his front. I stopped him. On his back seemed better to me. That way I could kiss him whilst making love at the same time. He caught on quickly and brought his knees up revealing my target in all its glory. I squeezed some of the K-Y on to the centre and nervously spread it around making sure I got plenty on my finger too. Carefully I pushed the tip of my finger in. Mike groaned. I wasn't sure if it was pleasure or pain and pulled it back. Mike grabbed my hand and pushed my finger all the way in. I was really inside him! He let go of my hand and I started to work my finger in and out exploring all the while. It was then that I found the "magic spot". Mike released a groan loud enough to wake the devil himself. I eased off and pushed a second finger in. He was getting easier and easier to enter and finally decided to take the plunge. My nerves were at a peak by now, but I was really excited too! Pulling both fingers out, I squirted more K-Y onto him and prepared to make my final act as a virgin. I eased my weight forward and it started to slip in. There was a bit of resistance until suddenly my foreskin slid back making me yelp and I was in. Inch by inch I worked more of me in until his taught buttocks were pressing hard against my thighs. I leant forward and slipped my hands behind his shoulders before sealing my lips on his. Our tongues started to dance as I started to pump in and out of him. I started slowly, the speed built up until I reached a mind blowing, body shaking orgasm! The next thing I knew was waking up with Mike holding me tight. His arms wrapped around me just below my shoulder blades. "Was it so good that you fell asleep on me?" He joked. "I didn't fall asleep on you. I blacked out!" I said indignantly. "That good eh?" Mike responded with a big beaming smile. "Yea!" "Ok then, do it again!" Mike teased. It wasn't until then that I realised I was still rock hard. But a rerun so soon after the main event wasn't as pleasant for me, but I did as he asked taking it much slower this time. I also decided to work on the "Magic Spot" too. Before long Mike had made a mess of both of us and I was completely exhausted having completed his challenge. We showered together and Mike made love to me again. It was as good as the first time, if not better! Needless to say, we both slept heavily that night in my bed instead of his. An unforeseen change in circumstances saw us travelling home the next morning. Father needed to see Mr Jones and there was some important business that required both Mike's and my attention, but father didn't elaborate on it. A car picked me up when we returned to Mike's house and Mike followed on a little later with his father. As soon as Mike arrived, Mr Grey took us both up to the study room. The first thing we noticed was that the desks had been cleared, no screens, nothing except two pens, two pencils an eraser and a rule each. "What's going on sir?" I asked. "Entrance papers!" Was all that Mr Grey said. There was a note of disappointment in his voice. "Entrance papers!" Mike exclaimed. "We haven't had a chance to swat or anything!" "You don't need it. You both know enough to pass the paper to get into Eton! Now sit down please." Mr Grey sounded really serious. He read through the instructions on the front cover and asked us if we had any questions about them. Neither of us answered. I guess we were both in shock at the time. "You have one hour to complete the first paper. You may start writing now." Mr Grey said as he sat down at his desk. The next hour seemed to pass as though it was only a minute or two long. "Put your pens down gentlemen and pass your papers to me." We did so without a word. "I'll see you at two for the next paper. Enjoy your lunch lads." We stood up and left. All the way down to the dining room we discussed the questions and the answers we had given. As general science papers go it was an easy one although I did realise I had made a couple of stupid mistakes. Mike was really confident though. Lunch passed and as we sat in my study watching TV we both knew the next paper wouldn't be so easy. From experience, I knew there would be a total of three papers. We had taken the science paper so that only left mathematics, a real stinker, but I didn't tell Mike that and English. The English paper wasn't usually too bad and normally took the form of an essay that had to include quotes and of course good grammar. Two O'clock came all too soon and Mike and I sat down at our desks. For the next three and a half hours, including a 30 minute break, we calculated and wrote and concentrated as hard as we could. In all honesty the maths paper was the hardest I had ever seen and I knew without asking that Mike had trouble with it, but I felt neither of us would have too much trouble with the English paper. I was right. Mike was depressed, but all we could do was wait. I guessed Mr Grey would unofficially mark them before sending them off to the school. It wasn't until the following morning that Mike and I was asked to go and see father in his office. As we arrived at the door we both stood there like two jellies. We were nervous as hell. Neither of us wanted to be parted from the other. I knocked and we went in. Father told us to sit in the easy chairs with him and Mr Grey. For me the news was good. I had surpassed the required pass mark comfortably. Mike on the other hand, well, he had failed the maths paper, his English was marginal and his general science result was higher than mine. So taking all things into account there weren't any real surprises apart from Mike's English result. It was clear to us both now that we would be separating. Me going to school whilst he remained here with Mr Grey until he could get in. I had no doubt that he would make it, the question was when? We returned to class. Both Mike and I were severely depressed at the thought of being separated and having to go to that damned comprehensive school for our sports lesson didn't help either. Only this time it wasn't Mike that had to be restrained. It was me! During the lesson the teacher got called away and left us on trust to continue the game. When one of the other boys started picking on Mike something snapped inside me. Before I realised what was going on I had punched the other boy. He hit the ground hard and before we knew what was going on Mike and I were being torn apart. Not literally you understand, but the ensuing fight effectively put pay to our twice weekly visits to that dump. At the time, I hadn't realised what effect this would have on Mike, but now I know it cut any ties he had with his old school, his old friends, everything. 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 Trey and Lord Vader for stirring my grey matter when it needed it. Thanks both of you.