Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 23:20:43 +1100 From: Adam Saunders Subject: The Rich Life - Part 2 THE RICH LIFE By: Adam Saunders DISCLAIMER: This contains sexually explicit scenes; so if that offends you don't read it. The author and/or Nifty are not responsible for those under eighteen (18) years of age reading this. This story is completely fictional, and any similarities to real life are purely coincidental. THE RICH LIFE is property of the author and should not be used without the author's permission. I sincerely hope you will enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is the first part of a series of stories. Any questions, comments or feedback should be directed to: adamsaunders5@hotmail.com THE RICH LIFE - Part 2 "You'll never guess what happened last night!" Stewart repeated as Adam climbed into the car. Adam, the events of the night before still in his mind, panicked. "How could Stewart know?" he thought. "There's no way he could possibly know that. He must be talking about something else." Stewart waited impatiently for his friend to respond, and receiving no answer, continued to question him. "Don't you want to know what happened?" "What? Oh, yes, what happened?" said Adam, desperately trying not to show any outside emotions that might betray his panicked state. "I finished Pacman!" said Stewart with a big grin on his boyish face. Adam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. I know for a fact," said Adam, prodding Stewart's chest with his index finger to emphasise the word "fact", "that Pacman cannot be finished, it just goes on forever." "Oh, fine then, I didn't finish it," said Stewart, abandoning his ruse. "But I did beat my old high score." He took a piece of paper off the leather seat behind him and handed it to Adam. "That's a screenshot that I took of the high score, if you don't believe me." Adam studied the printout, starting from the bottom of the high score board, seeing his and Stewart's names taking up different spots between positions two and ten. At the top of the high score table, however, was Stewart's latest achievement, an extra number longer than anything else on the board. "Wow," Adam said, carefully handing the piece of paper back to Stewart. "I'll have to come over to your house and get a new high score." "Or," Stewart said immediately after Adam finished, "you could have a look at this new game I found. Well, an old game that I recently stumbled upon." He unzipped a black leather bag on the luxurious seat next to him and pulled out a sleek laptop computer. After opening it up and turning it on, he slid directly next to Adam so he could get a better view. "May I present," he said in a showy voice, "Space Invaders! A slightly newer version, though." Adam watched the three dimensional graphics dance across the screen of the laptop. He kept watching it until Stewart gently folded the laptop and put it back into the black bag at his feet. "I'd play it now, but I want the laptop battery to last me through class. I forgot to charge it last night. Probably because I was..." said Stewart, his words drifting off. He gazed out the window at nothing, his eyes unfocused. "Probably because you were what?" Adam urged. Stewart snapped out of his trance. "Because I was...playing too much Pacman." He smiled weakly and turned to the limousine's television. Adam did the same, and they both watched the television until they reached the school. Adam kept getting distracted from the television because of all the things he was thinking of. "Will I tell Stewart?" he thought. "And what was that just now when he obviously meant to say something else? What could he be hiding?" ---------- The two boys went to an all boys private school located in Sydney. It was a school filled with the sons of the rich and powerful: politicians, media moguls and other people who were extremely well off. Adam and Stewart were both in Year 7, having just graduated from primary school. They had another six years of schooling ahead of them, because although a student could leave school at the end of Year 10, the boys at this school were expected to stay to the end of Year 12. Then, university courses or working for their parent's businesses awaited them. Because it was such a rich school, all the students and teachers were equipped with the best teaching aids that money could buy. Whiteboards that you could write on then print out a copy of what you wrote. The latest in projectors integrated into every room for when a video needed to be viewed. Every student had his own personal laptop, and not a week went by that at least one student would upgrade to the newest and best laptop on the market at that particular point in time. The period before lunch there was a mathematics lesson. Adam looked over at Stewart, who was trying to work out a problem with algebra. Stewart looked back up and grinned before continuing his problem. Adam studied Stewart, trying to find any clue as to what he was going to say in the limousine before. He had noticed that his friend, usually cocky and one of the more outspoken people in the school, was distracted and quiet. He saw that Stewart had bleached his hair again, noticing the absence of brown roots. "I wonder if I should bleach my hair," Adam thought, then immediately discarded the idea, preferring to stay with his natural black colour. "Adam," said his teacher from the front of the room. Adam turned to the front and saw his teacher standing with a whiteboard marker in his hand. "Yes, Mr. Miles?" "Would you come up to the whiteboard and do problem twelve, please?" said Mr. Miles, handing the whiteboard marker to Adam as he walked past. Taking the cap off the whiteboard marker and turning to the board, Adam started to write the solution. Behind him, a few of the boys in the class started to giggle, and he felt his face burn up. "Why are they laughing?" he thought. "Am I doing the question wrong?" He finished writing and handed the marker back to his teacher. Walking to his seat he heard a few more giggles. Sitting down, he suddenly realised why some of his classmates were sniggering at him. He hadn't noticed it before because he was so caught up in working out the solution to the problem on the board, but now that he had sat down, he could feel his erect penis pressing up against his briefs. His face flushed red as he pulled a book off his desk and positioned it in his lap, to hide the small tent that had been formed by his cock pressing hard against the fabric of his briefs, and in turn, his pants. "Well done, that's correct," the teacher said. Adam smiled and tried to avoid the looks he was getting from the other boys. He glanced over towards Stewart, who seemed even more involved in his work than he had been before. "Can't he hear everyone sniggering?" he thought. At lunch, Stewart used his mobile phone (the latest and greatest mobile phone) to organise for Adam to come to his house directly from school in the afternoon. He organised for the limousine to pick them up again as his father didn't have any use for it that day. ---------- Adam waited patiently for his turn to play Stewart's new version of Space Invaders. They had taken the limousine from the school to his friend's house and had rushed him to his room to play. Stewart was hunched over the laptop's keyboard, almost bashing the keys as he tried to destroy the hordes of aliens. The laptop was plugged into its charger, so its' battery life was infinite. "Damn!" shouted Stewart as he lost the game. "Your turn," he said, vacating the chair in front of the laptop for Adam to use. As Adam was settling down into the chair, Stewart said: "That was a bit of an embarrassment that you had in Maths today." "What do you mean?" Adam said nervously. Stewart looked at Adam as if to say, "You know exactly what I mean." He didn't say anything, instead choosing to wait for Adam to break the silence. Adam blushed. "I don't know why it happened. It's never happened before." Stewart raised an eyebrow. "Never?" "Well, never at school," Adam said, getting more and more uncomfortable by the second. Shrugging his shoulders, Stewart tried to console his friend. "It's nothing to worry about." "How do you know?" "My parents gave me "The Talk" ages ago," he said, twitching his fingers to indicate the quotation marks. "Have your parents talked to you about...you know." "They gave me a book." "And have you read that book?" "Sort of. Only part of it." "Well then, I strongly suggest that you read it." Suddenly Adam remembered the debates that he had had in his head over whether he should tell Stewart about the night before. He tried to steer the conversation to a point where he could comfortably tell him. "Have you ever had it go hard before?" "Once or twice," Stewart said, shrugging his shoulders. "I've never had it go hard in front of the whole class, though." He grinned, and then tapped the laptop. "Now hurry up and lose, I'm not going to wait for my turn forever." Adam decided not to continue their conversation and started to play the game. Throughout the afternoon he tried to build up the courage to bring up the sensitive topic again, but he failed to do so. At around six o'clock he left Stewart's house disappointed. ---------- Later that night Adam was examining his penis in the privacy of his bedroom. To his surprise, he noticed a small hair near the base of his shaft. He had finished reading the book on puberty, and was well versed and at the same time scared of what was happening to him. He longed to tell someone about his experiences, but could not find the courage to do so. Brimming with anger and frustration he threw himself onto his bed and buried his head in his pillow. He started to sob, and continued to do so until he fell asleep. ---------- At the same time, unbeknownst to Adam, Stewart was laying in his bed, softly fondling his penis. He let out a soft moan, almost inaudible, as the pleasures increased. He had discovered how much fun his dick could be a few weeks ago, and ever since then had played with it before he went to sleep. So far his cock (which had a few visible hairs at the base) had emitted no semen when he reached climax, but he enjoyed the intense feelings that rippled throughout his body when he had an orgasm. When he felt that he was close to climaxing, he got up and walked to the toilet in his en suite, preparing for a stream of semen to spurt out of his dick. He kept stroking, getting faster and faster until all the muscles in his body seemed to tense up and pulse. He watched the head of his penis intently, and with immense joy saw a few drops of semen ooze out. He waited for half a minute while the intense feelings dissipated then grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper and wiped the semen off the top of his dick. Satisfied with a job well done, he walked back into his bedroom and snuggled under the blankets on his bed. He started to make plans as to how to tell Adam about what had happened. "After all," he thought, "Adam is obviously having erections. There's a good chance that it's happened to him already. Tomorrow I'll tell him." Having decided upon his plan, he closed his eyes and waited for sleep to come, which it did a few minutes later. ---------- Will Adam find the courage to speak of his experience? Or will Stewart speak to him first? Stay tuned for part three of THE RICH LIFE. There's nothing better for an author than encouragement. So any questions, comments or feedback should be directed to: adamsaunders5@hotmail.com