Date: Sat, 06 Nov 1999 22:04:21 GMT
From: TellerOf Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rich Kid part 7

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
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The Rich Kid
Part 7 Reunited

	To leave Mike's house, I crossed back through the gardens I had come
through earlier and carefully crossed the road into the woods. It took me a
while to find the camp again as I hadn't a torch and things look so much
different in the dark. But my memory was good and I found it after a bit of
searching. It looked much as I remembered it. I crawled inside and stumbled
over something. I heard a groan then I was grabbed by the  wrist. My heart
was racing and I lashed out with my free hand. Whoever it was felt my fist
land somewhere on their face. Suddenly the camp was lit up by a powerful
light.
	"Edward!" Came a familiar voice. I was dazzled by the light and couldn't
see who it was for a few seconds. "It's me, Mike."
	"Mike!" I yelled totally forgetting how I had got there or why. I wrapped
my arms around him and squeezed the living daylights out of him. Tears of
joy ran down my cheeks and his judging by the feeling of water running down
the side of my neck he was crying too. It wasn't long before our lips met
and we kissed like never before. Mike broke the kiss.
	"Your e-mail made it sound like you were going to do yourself in, but I
soon realised that the Edward I knew would never leave me that easily. Thank
God you're ok. Your father has half the country out looking for you. Do you
know that?"
	"Good!" I replied remorselessly! "Serves the old bastard right!"
	"Hey! Your dad has given you everything you've ever wanted and that is all
you can say."
	"Yes! That bastard pulled God knows how many strings to get into that place
and away from you. It was sheer Hell! Mike. For God sake, don't pass that
entrance exam! Don't please."
	"Was it really that bad?"
	"Yes. On my first night those bastards had me stripped naked and covered me
with paint. I had to wear what was left of the paint for days afterwards!
Look at these." I said pulling the jacket and my shirt up showing Mike what
was left of the bruises.
	"Fucking hell!" Mike wrapped his arms around me and we cried again. He
really felt the pain I was suffering both from school and being away from
him. We sat there and kissed and cuddled for best part of an hour. Slowly
but surely our passion grew as our clothes were shed. The night wasn't very
warm, but our closeness made up for that.
	I started kissing down Mike's chest pausing just long enough on each of his
nipples to make them hard. I continued to kiss down his body until I felt
the now familiar tickle of hair on my lips. As I drew his skin back, my
tongue swirled causing Mike to groan uncontrollably. God, please don't take
us apart again. Please. I wished as I started to consume the whole length of
my lover's favourite toy.
	Mike's hands were stroking my head and shoulders as I worked on him. Slowly
he turned me round and soon I was receiving the same treatment. My pleasure
soared as did his. We were rapidly approaching the point of no return when I
felt a wet finger start exploring my behind. It found it's target and as it
entered me, my whole life force passed from me and into Mike's mouth and
beyond. My body was rigid and I lay there shaking as my orgasm washed over
me time and again. Before I had time to start recovering, it was Mike's turn
and I swallowed everything he offered me.
	I rolled off of Mike as we both bask in the after glow of our long awaited
orgasms. I was totally warn out as I lay next to Mike and the cold draft
from the night breeze made me shiver. I turned round again and snuggled up
with Mike. He was damp with a light sweat like me, but our mutual warmth
made us both feel better.
	"I love you Mike!" I said nuzzling into his shoulder.
	"I love you too Ed'."
We gently drifted off to sleep. It was only a few hours later that Mike woke
up and realised I was shaking and shivering like crazy. He put his hand on
my forehead and I was freezing! He woke me up. "Get dressed Ed', we're going
to see your father. You're dying out here. Plus, someone has to do something
about your bruises!" Mike said angrily as he ushered me gently out of the
camp and back towards the main gate to the house.
	By now, I was dressed in the clothes from the scarecrow again. They were
cold and damp. I was still shivering uncontrollably. I was desperately tired
too. Mike had to drag me the last few hundred yards. I knew how upset father
would be and that my life was going to be hell for the next few days.
	"Open the gate!" Mike ordered. A guard strolled out of the gate house. His
eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw me. "Get a move on. The boy's
freezing!" The guard opened the gate and Mike led me into the gate house.
	Mike calmly picked up the phone and dialled father's study number. There
was a pause whilst we waited for father to answer.
	"He's here with me at the gate house." Mike said before putting the phone
down. Moments later we were heading for the house in the back of the roving
patrols jeep.
	As I walked in through the front door father burst into tears. He wrapped
his arms around me and nearly squeezed me to death. I felt nothing for him.
He WAS the one that put me in that hell hole and I was the one that
suffered!
	Mike asked the butler to run a hot bath for me before leading me up to our
room. Father was in no state to do anything. He hadn't slept since I was
reported missing and had spent all his time either looking for or
co-ordinating the search for me.
	Mike took control of the situation and made damn sure I wasn't left alone
for one second. He dumped me in the bath fully clothed and as I warmed up,
he slowly started removing my clothes. In no time at all, we were both naked
in the bath together. It felt so good, so right to be with Mike. I think he
realised it too. After having a small bite to eat, he tucked us both up in
bed together and I slept solidly for nearly 29 hours which was very unusual
for me, but then again, I was hypothermic and hadn't slept much in close to
three days. Also, it was the first proper sleep I had had since starting at
that damn school. Mike was still there when I woke up - he had stayed with
the whole time, just quietly watching TV and cuddling up to me.
	We ate breakfast before he took me to see father and show him my "battle
scars". He was initially horrified at the extent of my bruises and phoned
the head master of the school. An hour later the head master turned up on
the door step. He too was shocked, but tried to say they had happened during
my time away from the school despite my assurances they had not.
	The single biggest problem was that I would not name who had inflicted them
on me. I was going to have the pleasure of sorting them out personally. Not
even Mike was going to share in that. The headmaster was scared shitless
that he would have to repay some of the money father had already invested in
the school and was naturally relieved when I stated that I would go back
under certain conditions. Mike was horrified!
	The conditions were simple. Mike had to be allowed to go back with me
immediately when I returned, no entry exam. Mike liked that one. The other
conditions were all associated with life at the school for the boys and were
mainly concerned with "initiation" of new starters. The master listened
intently to these and agreed with everyone. I had to negotiate over Mike
though, but eventually we agreed. Mike and I were to start back at school on
the following Monday. The master stayed for dinner that evening before
returning to the school to put our agreement, as it was to be known as, in
to practice.
	Father came up to see Mike and I in our room later on. He hadn't tried to
see me earlier because he knew just how tenuous our relationship had been
just before I left for school. When he came in to our room, Mike and I was
seated talking about just how bad life was for me at school. He found it
hard to believe what had happened to me and if he hadn't seen the bruises, I
doubt he would have believed me at all! I think that if our roles had been
reversed, I would have found it just as hard to believe too.
	"You know son, despite all the recent problems we have had you made me very
proud this evening. Every thing you asked for tonight was for the good and
benefit of others. I am only sorry that I didn't listen to you when you
phoned me." Father said to me. I looked at him. He was no where near as
imposing as he used to be. His expression had softened and his manner was
much more relaxed.
	"Sorry I was so nasty and spiteful dad." I let my last word sink in before
continuing. "I was convinced you were trying to split Mike and I up after
you pulled so many strings to get me in to school mid-term. It was very
wrong of me and I won't do it again." I meant every word I said to him too!
I stood up and wrapped my arms around him hugging him tight. I hoped as did
he that that episode in our lives was now closed and would never be repeated
again. Mike stood up and started to leave us.
	"And where do you think you are going young man? You're as much a part of
this as we are." Father said with a smile. Yes. A real smile! Mike joined us
and it became a three way hug.
	"Now, on a more serious note boys. I was testing your love for each other.
You see when I was your age, I had an experience that I hoped no other young
person would ever have to go through." Father's expression was now one of
pain and sorrow. "You see, " father swallowed, "a man forced himself on me
and it was not only very painful for me physically, but emotionally too. I
had virtually forgotten about it until I first saw you two boys in bed
together. I was hoping you were just cold or something and until the other
week when we discussed the situation as two families, I wasn't sure you were
being totally honest with each other or us. But after this, I know that you
are both willing partners in the life you are making for yourselves."
	Mike and I both looked at father. I certainly had no idea about the
incident in his past. If I had, I would have certainly been more careful
when Mike and I were together so as not to cause my father any more pain.
Knowing how I had behaved recently made me feel even worse than I did
already. I didn't know what Mike was thinking, but he was certainly deep in
thought.
	Father released us from the hug and kissed us both good-night on the
forehead as had now become his custom. As I watched him leave, I realised
just how much older father looked since I had last seen him, with the result
of my thoughtlessness in mind I curled up on my bed and cried. How could I
have been so callus to the one person that might just love me more than Mike
ever could. I think Mike realised what I was thinking and left me to get it
out of my system. Something I thanked him for later.
	At about 8:30 the next morning I was rudely woken up by a slap on my
behind. I rolled over quickly to find Mike standing there smiling at me. I
put my arms up to hug him and he lay down on top of me and we hugged for a
few minutes. I tried to kiss him, but he shook his head.
	"Teeth then shower. After that I might just think about it." He said
seriously. He had a point. Ok, I had a shower prior to going down to dinner
last night, but I had forgotten about my teeth. Yuck! They felt like they
were covered in mould or something equally unpleasant. I released Mike,
rolled over to the other side of my bed and hurried off to the bathroom.
	By the time I had given my teeth a good brushing, Mike was already in the
shower. I slipped off the clothes from last night and slid in behind him.
God it felt good to be close to him. His skin was just as I remembered. Once
we were wet, I turned off the water and we soaped every inch of each others
body. Needless to say, there were also two rather strong scaffold poles
crying out for attention and getting it. How I had missed the fun and love
we shared.
	"Mike. Can you make love to me?" I asked as I tried to turn us around. My
question went unanswered as he gently let his finger disappear up in to me.
I shuddered with expectation as my excitement grew, I suddenly saw a picture
of Tom in my mind. My enthusiasm dwindled as my conscience grew. I turned
the water back on and wriggled free of Mike. I couldn't go through with it.
Not with Mike. Not until I had told him about Tom and how he had washed the
remaining paint off of me and the small amount of pleasure he had given me
afterwards.
	"What is it? What's wrong?" Mike asked.
	"I need to talk to you, but not in the shower. Please Mike. It's
important." I said feeling very guilty. We dried off and sat in the two arm
chairs in our room wearing only our towels.
	"After the paint incident," I began nervously, "One of the Prefects, Tom,
took me to his room and helped me get what was left of the paint off with
some jelly stuff he had. We showered together." I stopped to gauge Mike's
reaction. There was none. "After he had removed the paint from most of my
body there was only a small area left to do." I looked down into my lap.
	"You let him rub this stuff on your dick." Mike said without emotion.
	"Yes, but there was a little more to it though. He used to his hand to make
me shoot. I was thinking about you though all the time we were in the
shower. You do believe me Mike don't you?" I was greeted by silence. "His
touch was so like yours, so soft and erotic, that I just closed my eyes and
thought of you. Please Mike, believe me. Please."
	"So what you are telling me is that you let this older kid wank you off!"
Mike said. There was a hint of jealousy in his voice.
	"Yes." I said ashamedly. " I needed someone to be close to. Some one to
hold me. Christ I was alone and being bullied. I tried to phone you, but you
weren't here, you weren't at home. What else was I supposed to do?" I was
getting sacred and a little angry now.
	"So it was just for someone to hold you and comfort you after your ordeal?"
	"Yes. That's all it was."
	"What will he tell me when I meet him?" Mike asked.
	"Pretty much the same. It's exactly what happened." I felt my lover
slipping away from me and there was nothing I could do about it. "Please
Mike believe me." Mike said nothing. He was obviously deep in thought then
suddenly stood up and dropped his towel before grabbing me by the arm and
dragging me in to the shower.
	We wetted down before soaping each other all over. I was great to feel our
young bodies sliding sensuously across each other. My hands gently massaged
his buttocks before one of my fingers disappeared from sight. Mike groaned
almost continually as I explored his hidden depths.
	"Wait Ed' please." Mike said with a note of desperation in his voice. I
guessed he was getting close and didn't want to blow it! I kept my finger
still and ground my hips into his instead. He spun me around and gently
eased first his finger, then another and finally his boyhood in to me. My
groans turned to gasps as my pleasure rocketed skywards. I felt a throb from
behind me then a strong swelling before he buried himself totally as his
love poured out of him and in to me. He held me tight for what felt like
hours although I guess minutes would be close. Gently he eased himself out
and I turned and kissed him on the lips, our tongues danced as only true
lovers tongues can.
	Mike sunk to his knees as exhaustion overcame his muscles. Gently I lay him
back and brought his knees up before continuing with my fingers and
ultimately burying my love pump as far into him as I could. With a very slow
and gentle back and forth rocking motion I brought myself to a body shaking
climax before collapsing on top of Mike and kissing him to death.
	That horrible feeling of loosing someone you love receded more and more as
the day went on. It was great to have my Mike back and know that I had been
totally honest with him. Who knows, he might even need Tom to help him
remove the paint too? With my help of course!
	Just after lunch, father invited us to go out with him. I nearly died with
shock when we went in to town shopping! This was yet another first in a week
full of firsts. I mean father spending a whole afternoon with us. What ever
next? We had a great afternoon. We even met up with Mike's parents and had
tea in McDonalds with them. The only down side was that Mike wanted to spend
his last night with his parents before going off to boarding school. I could
understand his feelings, but I still wished that he was with me. Despite
longing to be with Mike, I now had a new need to be with my father. I waved
goodbye to my lover wishing we could all stay together, but he needed to be
with his parents as much as I needed to be with my father.
	Father and I went to the cinema after Mike had left us. The film wasn't up
to much, but the company was great! When we got home, both father and I
curled up in front of the TV in the family room. Despite the recent bitter
experiences I had put us all through, I think we all learnt something -
particularly me, but more noticeably my father. We spent all evening
together and didn't separate until bed time. God how I love that man!
	Mike returned early on Sunday morning. Well, it was early for me, around
9:30. He woke me up by bouncing the bed. I was nearly sick! He let me shower
and dress before bogging me down with "Do I need this?" or "Will I need
that?" I also noticed a familiar red tub in his hold-all. It was the same
stuff Tom had used on me! Was this guy world-wise or what? He saw me looking
at it.
	"That's for us if we get the chance to use it." Mike said with a wide and
cheeky grin. I knew what he meant, but couldn't see when we would get the
chance to use it. I hoped too that he wouldn't need it to remove any paint
either.
	We arrived at school just after lunch and father came with us when I showed
Mike up to our room. He seemed a little disappointed that we weren't in a
dorm with the other guys. I guess he wanted to see if some of the stories I
had told him about school were true.
	Father left us at about three and I started the guided tour. We started at
the secretary's office and cleared the bulk of the paperwork before I took
him for his "cough and drop". The Doc' led him in whilst I had to wait
outside. I hadn't told him about this bit. I smiled and wondered how he was
doing? I heard them talking and then an instruction to cough. I smiled
broadly. The next thing I heard had me laughing my socks off. "Don't worry.
It happens to lots of boys." The Doc' told Mike. I guess he did the same as
me.
	Mike appeared at the door, red faced, a few moments later. I told him the
same thing happened to me, but he just walked off. I guess it affected him
in much the same way as it had me too. At tea we met the girl again.
	"I hope you friend isn't such a cry baby as you are!" The girl sneered at
me.
	"You'll see if you're lucky!" I retorted angrily.
	"Hey Edward! There's no need to be rude." Mike said to me. If only he knew
the half of it.
	After tea, we finished settling Mike into our room. It was quite snug
really, but I didn't care. At least Mike was here with me. Just to see him
laying on his bed reading made me feel, well, sort of mushy inside. Our
peace was shattered by a knock on the door. It was Tom. He came to make sure
I was ok, but seemed a little put out when he saw I had someone bunking with
me now. I don't know why, but I got the impression he was jealous.
	I introduced Mike and we sat talking for a while. The longer we talked, the
more I began to wonder about Tom. There was something about him, the way he
talked, his sense of humour, it made me wonder was he like Mike and I? Mike
seemed more relaxed with Tom now any way. The yell of "Lights out" from down
the corridor stopped our chat and Tom sauntered off to his own room. Mike
and I went to bed ready for what ever was going to happen, both of us
dressed in PE shorts and underwear. I rearranged the furniture as before and
we waited.
	About an hour later, just as Mike and I were drifting off to sleep, I was
woken up by someone pinning me down as I lay in bed. I tried to struggle but
my arms were trapped beneath the quilt and a hand was pressing across my
mouth. I could here Mike as he tried to struggle free of whoever was holding
him, but the sounds were getting further away. They kept me pined down for
nearly an hour before a head peered round the door and simply said "OK". The
person pinning me down sprang off the bed and was gone.
	"Mike." I called. "Mike, where are you?" I got no answer. I turned the
bedside light on and looked around the room. He was no where to be seen. I
slipped my trainers and fleece jacket on and went down the corridor. I
checked the showers, but no Mike. I turned the corner at the end of the
corridor and peered through the window of the fire door.
	"Mike!" I cried. Just the other side of the door there was Mike. I pushed
the door and all hell broke loose as the fire alarm sounded and the lights
came on. I didn't give a damn about that. The bastards had stripped him
naked, painted a pair of underpants on him and left him tied to the steel
railings that ran down the fire escape stairs.
	Quickly I untied Mike, but he yelped as I started to get him inside. Boys
were hurrying past us as they walked out the fire exit and down the steel
staircase. The house master tried to turn us around, but I pushed past him
as I carried him back to our room. Mike was still in pain. His tear streaked
face was pressed firmly into my shoulder. Apart from the continual wail of
the fire alarm, the corridor was quiet.
	"Mike, where does it hurt?" I asked.
	"My…My arse." He said tears still streaming down his face. Gently I turned
him round. Sticking out of his bum were the leaves from a carrot!
	"BASTARTDS!" I yelled at the top of my voice. Gently I tried to ease the
carrot out, but it was causing Mike too much pain. I couldn't bear it. I put
my fleece jacket on him and wrapped him up in a towel before starting to
carry him down to the porters lodge. It wasn't far, but Mike was heavy and
there were loads of stairs to walk down which added to my problems.
	When we reached the porters lodge we met up with the Master. He was livid
that someone had disrupted his entire school by setting the fire alarm off.
I walked past him and without putting Mike down yelled at the porters.
	"Take us to the Sanatorium NOW!" The master stepped back at the level of my
anger and the commanding tone I had used with the porters.
	"What's wrong boy?" The Master asked.
	"We had an agreement! You were going to put a stop to this initiation shit!
Well, they have gone too far this time. My friend has been painted with
aerosol paint and has had a carrot stuffed up his arse!" The Master was
astounded. No boy had ever spoken to him like that before. I turned back to
the porters.
	"Stuff you lot! I'll take him myself!" I turned and started to leave the
lodge.
	"Wait boy." The Master said to me. "Get a vehicle here now." The Master
ordered the porter behind the desk.
	"You will report to my office first thing after breakfast boy. No one
speaks to me or my staff like that!" The Master instructed me. He tried to
take Mike from me, but there was no way he was going to separate my Mike and
me.
	Carefully, I climbed into the back of the Range Rover trying my best not to
put any pressure on Mike's behind. I wasn't entirely successful though. The
doctor took Mike from me. I had no choice. While the Master and I waited
outside the exam room we talked.
	"Well Sommerton-Thorne, what exactly happened tonight?" The Master asked.
	"They came in to our room about an hour and a half ago, pinned me down and
took Mike out. I was pinned down in bed for about an hour. I tried to get
free, but I couldn't. He was too strong." My anger had abated and I was now
getting worried about Mike. "When I was released, I started looking for Mike
and eventually found him tied to the railings outside the fire exit. Sir."
	"So you opened the door to help your friend."
	"Yes Sir. I didn't know it was wired in." My fears for Mike were growing
fast now and tears started to slide slowly down over my cheeks.
	"Didn't you see the warning sign on the door?"
	"What sign? There wasn't one. Sir."
	"There are signs on all the fire exit doors warning people that the alarm
will activate if the door is opened."
	"Not on this one Sir."
	"You're very close to Jones aren't you?" The Master asked switching
subjects.
	"Yes Sir. He's my only real friend." I replied not getting caught out by
his sudden change in topic. "We're almost as close as father and I are." The
door to the exam room opened and the doctor came out.
	"Master, Jones will be alright, but we had to remove this." The doctor
lifted the cover that was over a tray he was holding."
	"Jesus! That was inside the boy?" The Master asked.
	"Yes. There was only the leaves showing." The Master went red with anger. I
lifted the cover myself and looked in. In the tray was a huge carrot. It
must have been around six inches long and nearly two in diameter. Suddenly I
felt nauseous and it went dark. The next thing I could remember was waking
up lying on the second couch in the exam room. A curtain separated me from
the other couch. I felt ill and dizzy. I rolled over onto my side and
vomited!
	The nurse came in and started to clean my face for me as I vomited again.
Luckily I missed her. It wasn't long before I was tucked up in a bed beside
Mike. He was very quiet and still, his eyes closed. I struggled out of bed
and sat on the edge of his bed. Carefully I brushed his hair back from his
face. He didn't stir.
	"Mike. Mike." I said softly. There was no answer. I glanced around. There
was no one else about so I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. He was cold
to the touch. Still no sign of a reaction. A crazy though entered my head.
`He was dead!'
	"Mike!" I yelled at the top of my voice as I lay over him hugging him and
trying to wake him up. The doctor, the nurse and the Master all came running
in. By this time I was crying my eyes out. I felt as though someone had
taken my lover from me.
	I was lifted back to my own bed. The doctor said something to the nurse and
she left us for a few moments. I felt something sharp in my arm and I
relaxed totally before drifting into an unwanted sleep.
	I woke up some time the next morning. Mike was laying in the next bed
looking at me. He smiled, but I knew him well enough to see he was in some
pain.
	"How are you Mike?" I asked.
	"Ok I guess."
	"Come on, I know you better than that." I replied.
	"My arse hurts like hell!" Mike said dropping the pretence and letting the
pain show on his face.
	"It's not surprising after what they did."
	"What are you doing here?"
	"You didn't think I was going to let you get a way from me that easily did
you?" I smiled at him. There was no way I was going to tell him about me
thinking he was dead last night and having to be sedated.
	"Have you seen my underpants?" Mike asked me.
	"You weren't wearing any when I brought you in." I replied.
	"No silly. The spray on ones they gave me last night." Mike sounded quite
amused by that part of what they did to him.
	"Yes!" I snapped back. My anger was starting to boil up again. "Those
bastards won't get away with it!"
	"And which bastards are they?" The Master asked. He was just coming in as I
made my last statement. I was startled by his voice.
	"The ones that got Mike last night Sir." I replied as I watched the Master
walk across the room and sit in the chair between our beds.
	"You will do nothing Jones, Sommerton-Thorne. Leave that up to me. Is that
clear boys?" The Master said looking at each of us in turn.
	"Sir." We answered almost in unison.
	"So who were they?" The Master asked.
	"I don't know Sir. It was too dark." Mike replied.
	"Me either Sir." I added.
	"You realise, Sommerton-Thorne, that activating the fire alarm when there
is no fire is usually punished by expulsion don't you?"
	"No Sir. I didn't know that, but it was an emergency." I replied.
	"Granted. Which is why you will be gated for the rest of term with no TV
room privileges. As for that outburst in the porter's lodge, I'm going to
over look that this time, but you will go and apologise to them. Is that
clear?"
	"Yes Sir. As soon as I leave here."
	"Now do either of you know anything about this?" The Master asked unfolding
a piece of paper that he had taken from his pocket. Both Mike and I looked
at it. It was a photo of me tied to the hockey posts with an erection. Below
it was one of Mike with the carrot half up his bum. Mike and I both blushed
profusely. I looked at Mike and he looked at me. I was trying to decide
whether to tell him about his daughter or not.
	"I can remember hearing a girls voice." Mike said calmly. "But I never saw
her." The Master looked shocked.
	"What do you mean Jones?"
	"Amongst the laughing and jeering that was going on was a girls voice Sir."
	"Are you absolutely sure? Could it have been a boy's voice that hasn't
broken yet?" The Master asked.
	"No Sir. It was definitely a girls voice." Mike replied.
	"It was a girl Sir. She was there when the top photo was taken. I saw her.
She was also the one that… the one that made me hard." I looked down into
the pillow as I went red again.
	"Are you telling me it was my daughter?"
	"I don't know about that Sir, but it was the same one that had tea with me
on my first night and again with Mike and I last night. Sir."
	"You realise what you are saying Sommerton-Thorne?"
	"Yes Sir." I replied looking the Master straight in the eyes.
	"Thank you boys." The Master stood up and left.
	"What did you have to say that for you dumb arse?" I asked Mike.
	"She was the one with the carrot." Mike went a deep shade or red. I slipped
out of my bed and in with Mike. I cuddled right up close with him and for
the first time since we started at the school, we hugged and kissed.
	"You know we will cop it now from everyone else, don't you?" I asked Mike.
	"Why? All we did was tell the truth."
	"In these places there is an unwritten rule amongst the boys that NO-ONE
grasses on another boy." I informed him.
	"Firstly, SHE is not a boy. Secondly, SHE deserves all she gets! So why
should we cop it?" Mike's anger was starting to show. It was the first time
it had surfaced since the incident.
	"It's the way it works. She has been accepted as one of the boys otherwise
she wouldn't be part of the initiation thing at all." I told Mike. The door
opened again and before I had a chance to do anything Tom walked in.
	"Hi guys." He said with a smile which dropped when he saw both of us in the
same bed.
	"Hi Tom." Mike replied.
	"Edward, I wouldn't get caught in there if I were you. It would mean
expulsion. They take a dim view of boys sleeping together here." I got back
into my own bed.
	"So let's see the skiddies they gave you last night." Tom said smiling.
	"Yea. Go on Mike. Let's see them." Nervously Mike climbed out of bed and
dropped his PJ trousers that the nurse had put on him last night. Tom let
out a whistle.
	"Snazzy design." Tom said as Mike did a twirl. Tom seemed to be staring at
Mike rather than just looking. It wasn't until we saw his behind that I had
my first inclination of exactly how much they had hurt him last night. Mike
had some sort of dressing sticking over the middle of his bum that was
starting to show signs of bleeding from somewhere within.
	"Mike!" I said diving out of bed. "Those bastards, I'll get them for this."
Mike quickly pulled his PJ bottoms up and retied the cord at the top.
	"No! Let the Master handle it."
	"You've told the Master?" Tom asked with a note of surprise in his voice.
"Jesus that means trouble all round."
	"I tried to tell him, but he wouldn't listen to me." I told Tom. Tom left
us shortly afterwards.
	I rejoined my classes after lunch when we had sport. Just my luck! I hated
all physical contact sports. Not only because I was no good at them, but
they were just to damn violent for me. Now don't get me wrong. I am no wimp,
I just hate getting flattened and kicked and all the other ways you get
hurt.
	After showering I went back to the sanatorium to see Mike. He was bored
stiff and eager to get to class. The trouble was, he would be in here for at
least a couple more days until his injuries had healed. That night all was
quiet and I had almost a full nights sleep. I still woke up at every creak
of the floor boards or sound of foot steps out in the corridor, but I guess
it will take me a while to relax after all that Mike and I had been through.
And of course, Mike was missing.
	Mike was released from the sanatorium on Thursday morning, and started
classes with me. It was great! We were together almost all the time. The
only time we were apart now was during hobbies when Mike went to his art and
design sessions and I went to cadets. Yes, cadets! Can you imagine me in a
soldiers uniform and carrying a gun. The funny thing is it really suited me
as an activity.
	With the week's classes almost over and not having had any incidents during
the remainder of the week, Mike and I decided to spend some real quality
time together, if you know what I mean. We couldn't go anywhere because I
was gated, but we did find some quiet corners to meet up in. Thanks mainly
to Tom, who by now I was convinced was gay too, but I had to prove it to
myself before I would tackle him with it. The trouble was Tom had become a
really good friend to both Mike and I and I didn't want to hurt him or
damage our friendship.
	Anyway, Friday evening, Mike and I planned to "get together" and have some
real fun. We started off in our room just cuddling and kissing. Tom nearly
caught us and gave us a funny knowing look as he came in. Almost all of the
others were down watching TV, which of course I wasn't allowed to do. I
spent my time surfing the net with Mike instead.
	I think Tom knew about us because he dropped the latch on the door when he
came in rather than just sitting down on the bed the way he usually did. He
stood by the door and looked at us both, a grin developed on his face.
	"You two are lovers aren't you?" He asked seriously.
	"I…I don't know what you mean?" I replied hesitantly.
	"Come on. I'm not stupid! Just looking at the way you two are together now.
It's obvious that you are more than just friends." Tom said.
	"Why?" Mike asked. "Are you jealous because we have something you don't?" I
was incensed! How could Mike say that here of all places!
	"Well yes. I am actually." Tom had gone red by now, but it did prove my
suspicions. "I was actually hoping Edward would have been my close friend,
but seeing as how you two are together I'll leave you alone." Tom started to
turn towards the door.
	"No. Wait." I said. I couldn't believe I was about to do this. "Come over
here and sit with us." I wrapped my right arm around Mike and held my left
out for ready for Tom. He flushed again before sitting on the bed beside me.
I curled my arm around his shoulders and hugged both of them tight. Before I
really knew what was going on I was also being hugged by both of them and
had a head resting on each of my shoulders.
	I felt really happy. I had my lover in one arm and was comforting another
guy in the other. Wow! Did I feel happy or what? My main worry now was Mike.
There was no way I was going to be unfaithful to him, but I also had to
think about Tom too. There was a sudden banging on the door. All three of us
were startled.
	"Jones! Open this door!" The voice from the other side sounded angry, very
angry in deed! Tom looked at me and I nodded towards the door. Tom stood up
slowly and walked towards the door whilst Mike and I moved apart so that we
could fight if necessary.
	The door caught Tom on the shoulder sending him flying to the floor. I was
quite literally thrown across the bed banging my head against the wall in
the process. The House Captain grabbed Mike by the front of his shirt and
was shaking him like a rag doll.
	"You can't keep your gob shut, so I will shut it for you!" The House
Captain bellowed.
	"What's he said?" I asked. I was damn scared.
	"He grassed on my girlfriend! That's what!" He was about to hit Mike when
he landed on the floor like a ton of bricks! Tom had kidney punched him,
hard.
	"What the hell is going on here?" Bellowed the house master.
	"He was picking on my friends and I tried to stop him, before he hurt any
one." Tom stated. He was a little nervous about the consequences he would
have to face. Being a Prefect any punishment would be far greater for him
tan either Mike or I.
	The house master spent best part of thirty minutes sorting out exactly what
had happened and confined us to our rooms until a decision had been made
about responsibility for the fracas and of course the punishment. Even the
Prefect was confined to his room. Tom took a severe grilling from the house
master that night, but it was due mainly his word that decided the final
outcome.
	With the door locked, Mike and I snuggled for a while before our love and
passion over took our self-control. We spent a long time kissing and
cuddling that night before I asked Mike to make love to me. He was very
nervous at first, but I calmed him down enough to try. What a night! We both
showered the following morning and met up with Tom whilst there. It was now
that Mike started to appreciate the Tom I had met combined with the
revelations of the previous night I thought we could all be very close
friends.

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.