Date: Tue, 01 Feb 2005 12:27:41 +1100 From: Adam Saunders Subject: The Rich Life - Part 4 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. Any questions, comments or feedback should be directed to: adamsaunders5@hotmail.com THE RICH LIFE - Part 4 Adam jostled through the mass of students in one of the school's corridors. After almost being knocked over by a group of seniors, he finally made it to his locker. He shoved his right hand into his right pants pocket, pulled out his wallet, and, after retrieving the locker key from inside his wallet, unlocked his locker. At the locker next to him was Rowan, the boy who had burst in on Stewart and Adam in the change room, although he hadn't seen anything. It had been over two weeks since that had happened. "Hey, Adam," Rowan said as he placed the key in the lock of the locker and turned it. "Haven't seen you around for awhile." "Well, I've been really busy lately," said Adam, pulling some textbooks out of his locker. "I've been trying to tell you for about a week that you should join the soccer team." He slammed the locker door shut, having gotten what he needed. "Really? Me, play soccer in a team?" Rowan nodded eagerly. "A few of us saw you play in PE the other week, and we thought you were good enough to join. It's kind of lucky as well, because one of the other kids in our team dropped out." "Sure, I'd be happy to," said Adam somewhat nervously. "Cool," Rowan responded. "Is it okay to meet with us for practice this afternoon at the end of school?" "It should be. I'll ring my parents at lunch so they know not to pick me up until later." "See you there, then," said Rowan, before walking away and merging into the throng of students. "Me on the soccer team," thought Adam. "I wonder if I'll be good enough. Great, now I'm going to be nervous for the rest of the day. ---------- Adam found himself in the one of the school's change rooms with the rest of the Year 7 soccer team. Rowan was next to him, half naked. Rowan lifted his arms up to put his soccer shirt on, revealing a few small hairs under each armpit. He was the most "mature" player in the team, although no one really cared. Adam watched Rowan position is shin guards and tried to copy what he did, although Rowan had to adjust a few of the straps. "You don't want them that tight, otherwise they'll dig in when you're running around," Rowan said as he loosened Adam's straps. The training session passed without event. Adam was able to hold his own against most of the players in the team, although it took him a few minutes to settle his nerves. At the end of the training session, the coach called Adam over to him and sent the rest of the team off to change. Just before he left, Rowan ran up to Adam. "You did great today," he said before running to the change room. Adam walked up to the coach and waited for him to talk. The coach was crouching on the ground and stuffing a few soccer balls into a large bag. He stood up and faced Adam. "You seemed a bit nervous at the start," he said. "Yes, I was," replied Adam. "That's completely normal, nothing to worry about," said the coach with a smile. "I can see that you have some talent. If you train hard, you should do well." Adam nodded. "Alright then, go get changed and then you can go home." "Thanks, coach," said Adam as he ran towards the change room. ---------- Adam was urinating into the bowl of one of the change room's adjoining toilets when he heard the two seniors walk in. Because of his conversation with his coach, the other boys had already left. Adam listened to the conversation that the two seniors were having with each other. "See, I told you that there would be nobody here," said the first voice. "But what if the cleaner comes?" the second voice asked. "The cleaner never does the change room's after school's finished." "Well, okay, then." Adam opened the door of the cubicle slightly and almost cried out at what he saw. One of the seniors had his back against the wall with his hands being pressed to the sides by the other senior. They were locked in what seemed to be a very passionate kiss to Adam. Dreading what they might do to him if they found out that someone was in the change room with them, Adam stayed in the cubicle and kept as quiet as he could while watching the two seniors embrace each other. They started to undo each other's ties, and after throwing the ties on the floor, started to undo each other's shirts. Still kissing each other, they awkwardly took the shirts off and rubbed each other's body. Adam watched as the senior against the wall moaned while his nipples were being slowly sucked and massaged by the other. Suddenly, Adam realised that the senior who was sucking the nipple was the school captain. He watched in horror as the school captain made his way slowly down the body of the other senior. He recognised the other senior as the vice captain. The vice captain's chest fell up and down as the captain slowly kissed his way further down his body. When he reached the pants of his friend, he undid the belt buckle and ever so slowly slipped his pants down beyond his friend's knees, revealing the boxer shorts that his friend was wearing and the tent that his friend's hard dick was forming. "Please, suck it," the vice captain begged. The captain did just that and, after sliding his friend's boxer shorts off his waist, took the warm head of the cock into his mouth. The vice captain moaned in ecstasy as the captain started to take more and more of his cock into his mouth. He placed his hands behind the back of the captain's head and pushed his cock further into the captain's mouth. "Fuck, that feels good," said the vice captain. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" The vice captain's body jerked as he squirted his load into the captain's mouth. The captain let the cum drip out onto his chin and into his hand. When the vice captain had finished shooting his load, he watched his friend rub his cum over his hard cock. Realising what this meant, the vice captain turned around and knelt on all fours on the ground, exposing his hole to the captain. The captain, having already spread most of the cum on his own cock, licked his fingers and spread saliva around his friend's hole. He slowly inserted one finger in, eliciting a gasp from the vice captain. He pulled his finger out and pushed the head of his dick against the outside of his friend's hole. He slowly moved his cock head up and down the hole. "I need you inside me," said the vice captain. "Sure thing," said the captain with a smile. He pushed his cock all the way into his friend's hole and started to move back and forth. He grabbed the vice captain's thighs and used them as leverage to help his in and out movements. After a few minutes, the captain moaned with pleasure and shot his load into the vice captain's ass. The two of them laid on the ground and slowly kissed each other until the captain's cock softened and left the vice captain's ass. It was then that Adam sneezed. He cringed as the noise echoed through the almost empty change room. "What the fuck was that?" said the vice captain, hastily pulling his pants up and buckling his belt. The captain was trying to put his clothes on as well. "It came from the cubicles." The vice captain walked over to the cubicle door and thrust it open, exposing Adam. "What the fuck are you doing here?" "I-I was just going to the toilet," Adam stuttered. "What did you see?" "E-everything. I-I saw everything." The vice captain was about to shout something when the captain interrupted. The captain, fully clothed again, walked up to Adam and spoke to him. "Now, then, you're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?" Adam looked at the calm face of the captain and the angry face of the vice captain. Weighing his options, he quickly shook his head. "N-no, I won't tell anybody." "That's a good kid, now run along then," said the captain, guiding Adam to the door of the change room. Adam ran out of the change room and didn't stop running until he reached the front of his school, where his mother was waiting in her car. "Are you okay?" Adam's mother asked. "I'm fine," Adam said. "I'm fine..." ---------- Stewart's brother, Jake, had just come home from a disappointing date with his girlfriend. He ran up the stairs and knocked on Stewart's door. "Who is it?" came Stewart's voice from inside. "It's Jake." "Come on in, then." Jake opened the door and saw his brother playing a video game. He turned around and closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it. Satisfied that the door was locked, he spoke to Stewart. "I need a favour." Stewart paused his game. "What?" "I was hoping to get laid tonight, but the date didn't go to well, and I need someone to give me a hand job." Stewart laughed. "You've got hands, why can't you do it yourself." "Because it doesn't feel anywhere near as good," Jake pleaded. "Please, Stewart, I'm desperate." Stewart sighed. "Okay, fine, whatever," he said as he placed the controller on the floor. "Great," said Jake, visibly happier. He hurried to the bed, undoing his pants and pulling down his boxer shorts on the way. Stewart noticed that his brother was already hard, possibly from the anticipation or possibly because he hadn't been satisfied on his date. Or maybe it was because of both reasons, Stewart mused. He waited until his brother had taken his shirt off then took his brother's cock in his hand and started to massage the head, as he had done to Adam in the change room a few weeks ago. Jake moaned in ecstasy as his sexual tensions were about to be released. He had been saving himself for his date earlier that night, so he could have the maximum pleasure possible. The week of no masturbation had been hard, no pun intended, but he thought the reward would be worth it. However, his girlfriend had shunned all his advances. He continued to moan softly as Stewart started to stroke his shaft. Stewart could see the pleasures that he was giving his brother and was pleased with himself. He had only started giving hand jobs to his brother a few weeks ago, but he seemed to get better every time he tried. He massaged his brother's balls, which caused his brother to moan slightly louder and squirm his body a bit. "I'm definitely getting better," Stewart thought. "It's almost like I'm increasing my skills in an Role Playing Game." He giggled for a few seconds, amused by his thoughts. Jake didn't hear his brother giggling because he was too absorbed in his own world of pleasure. He could feel that he was getting nearer to achieving orgasm, and he started to thrust his hips slightly into Stewart's hands. Stewart could see that his brother was about to cum, because his balls were tightening and he was moaning even louder than before, although still relatively quiet. He timed his strokes with his brother's thrusting movements and continued to massage his balls. "Oh, Stewart, I'm cumming!" said Jake as his dick pulsed and shots of cum spewed over his chest. The cum continued to flow from his dick for about ten seconds, until finally Jake relaxed, enjoying the sensations still travelling through his body. "Stewart, you're getting better." Stewart grinned as he wiped his hands on a towel he had next to the bed for moments like these. "I take pride in my work." "That felt great," Jake said, taking the towel off Stewart and wiping his chest, stomach and dick clean. "I'll pay you back sometime soon." "Cool," said Stewart. "It will be like an IOU hand job." "Sure thing," said Jake, pulling his boxer shorts and pants back up to his waist. He put his shirt back on, covering his tanned torso. "Thanks, Stewart," he said, messing his brothers hair with his hand. He unlocked the door and walked out of the bedroom. Stewart picked up the video game controller and started to play his game again, happy with the thought that he would get a hand job sometime in the near future. A few minutes later, his mobile phone started vibrating on his desk. Stewart paused the game, picked up his mobile and, seeing that he had received a text message, proceeded to read the contents. The text message was from Adam. It read: We need 2 talk Stewart stood there for a moment, wondering what to do. "What could he possibly want to talk about that's so urgent it can't wait until tomorrow?" he thought. ---------- What happens next? Stay tuned for part five 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