Date: Tue, 08 Feb 2005 15:08:36 +1100 From: Adam Saunders Subject: The Rich Life - Part 6 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 6 Adam was sitting in his bed, his back resting up against a large amount of pillows. In his lap was a book with a leather case that he was writing in. It was late at night, and his parents had gone to bed a few minutes ago. His bedside lamp was turned on and was the only source of illumination in the room. His pen scribbled his thoughts into his journal, which he had just started. Stewart had suggested it to him, the idea being that writing his thoughts in his journal would put things into perspective and make his life a little easier to handle. Adam had been against the idea at first, thinking it would be somewhat "girly", but when he saw the book with the leather case he changed his mind. Besides, the leather case looks cool, he had thought to himself. He brought his pen to his mouth for a moment, rolling the end in his lips. He pulled the pen out of his mouth and continued writing: "I saw Simon (the captain) again today. He seemed even eager to be friends with me. This is the third time I've seen him around the school (the third time in THREE days), and I'm starting to wish he wouldn't come up to me. Stewart said that I should blackmail him (threaten to tell everyone about what I saw him doing with the vice captain) but I can't bring myself to demand anything of him. Although I thought I might ask him how he became captain, maybe get some tips. My Dad is always talking to me about public speaking and being an SRC (Student Representative Council) representative. It would be interesting to be the school captain, although that's a long way off. Stewart hinted that he wanted me to give him his IOU hand job today. I think he wants me to do it tomorrow. I just hope I can be as good with him as he was with me. It feels amazing when he does it to me. I'm getting hard just thinking about it..." Adam closed the book, keeping a finger in between the pages so he wouldn't lose his place, and put his pen his lips. He lifted the book off his lap and adjusted his hard dick in his boxer shorts. He pushed it to the side, letting out a tiny gasp as the silky material of the boxer shorts slipped over the head of his cock. He moved his dick again, enjoying the feeling of rubbing the head against fabric. After a few moments he stopped and put his journal on his lap, opening it to the page he was at before. He retrieved the pen from his mouth and continued writing: "Stewart told me his brother begged him to give him another hand job yesterday. Apparently he had another date that didn't go well. All Stewart's brother seems to be concerned with his sexual pleasure, the horny idiot! Although, apparently I'm going to be like that in a few years, according to my puberty book. Well that's about all I can think of at the moment. Well, actually, I've decided to sleep naked tonight. Stewart told me he started doing it a week ago and it feels really good. I've done pretty much everything else Stewart has told me, so I may as well try this. Who knows, I might even like it." Adam closed the journal and clicked a large leather strap to keep it shut. He placed the journal and the pen next to his bedside lamp. He threw the blankets off his legs and scrambled out of his bed, finding getting away from the masses of pillows he had behind him to support his back quite hard. He stood up and yawned while he moved most of the pillows off his bed and onto the floor next to it. Yawning again, he massaged his now soft dick before pulling his boxer shorts off. He caught a glimpse of himself in one of the mirrors he had in his room and smiled. The scant light from the bedside lamp and the shadows created a nice effect, making his abdominal muscles look even better than he remembered them. "Although they can't get much better," he thought, knowing full well that he had a great six-pack. "That's something I haven't done in a while," he thought. "I haven't gone rock climbing. I'll have to do that sometime soon." He rubbed his hands down his abs and to the base of his dick. He noticed a shift between the smooth surface of his stomach and the sandpaper like texture of his groin. Smiling to himself, he tried to see if he had grown any more hair over the last day. He thought he might have, but he couldn't be sure. Yawning again, he climbed back into his bed and pulled the blankets up to his neck before reaching over and turning the bedside lamp off. A few minutes later, he was sound asleep. ---------- Adam was awoken by the music on his radio and the sunlight streaming in through the windows of his room. He had his usual morning wood that was demanding his attention, so he slipped his hand down and stroked his dick a few times. He moved his hand back and stretched both his hands and arms above his head. Suddenly he remembered that he was naked. "Well, what do you know?" he thought to himself. "Stewart was right. Sleeping naked does feel better." The radio alarm played softly in the background. He reached over and turned the volume up slightly, listening to the morning presenters babble about the latest things happening in the world and their lives. He laughed at a few of the jokes, which put him in a good mood. He had read somewhere the year before that laughing released endorphins into your body. "Was it endorphins? Or was it endolphins? Who knows what it was!" he thought. "It was probably only Year 6 science anyway." He slipped out of his bed and bounced to the bathroom, his dick bouncing with him as he made his way to the toilet. His penis had softened enough to allow him to empty his full bladder into the toilet. When he had finished he flushed the toilet and turned around to walk into the shower. "Hmm, that's another advantage of sleeping naked," he thought. "I don't have to undress in the morning to get into the shower." He smiled to himself. Life was starting to feel good. In fact, life was starting to feel great! ---------- Meanwhile, Stewart was trying to get his shower to work. The cold water worked fine, but there didn't seem to be any hot water coming through. Determined that he was going to have a nice, hot shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and carefully walked out of his room and down the hallway. When he reached his brother's door, he knocked and, hearing no response, slowly pushed the door open. The door creaked slightly as it moved further and further ajar. Stewart poked his head through, looking around the empty room. "Hello?" he called. "Jake?" Satisfied that Jake wasn't in the room, he opened the door fully and walked in. Closing the door behind him he noticed that he could hear water running. "He's in the shower, of course!" he muttered to himself. He could even see steam coming out of the en suite. He walked to his brother's bed and sat on the side of it, adjusting the unmade blankets underneath him. He looked around the room and at the posters of very scantily clad women. He laughed quietly to himself. "No wonder my brother is so horny all the time," he thought. Leaning towards his brother's bedside table, he turned the radio on. Coincidentally, the radio was set to the same station that Adam was listening to, although he didn't know that at the time. After listening for a few minutes, he turned it off and walked towards the en suite door, sticking his ear to it to try and figure at why his brother was taking so long. He could only hear the water flowing in the shower. As he strained to try and hear anything else, he noticed that he could feel the warmth of the steam coming from under the door touch his foot momentarily before readjusting its temperature to the cooler atmosphere in the bedroom. Stewart noticed that his brother had the air conditioner turned on and shivered. "How desperate am I for a hot shower?" he thought to himself. "Here I am, standing in a towel and freezing my butt off, while Jake's in the shower enjoying himself." He stood by the door rubbing himself vigorously to try and warm up, although he wasn't having much success. He started to hate his brother. "What's he doing, taking so long?" he thought. "Doesn't he know that I want a shower as well?" Stewart started to get more and more frustrated. "Then again, how could he know that I'm out here, freezing!" he thought. "That's it, I'm going in there!" He burst into the room and was immediately confronted with a wall of steam. The whole room was filled with a humid mist. He had trouble orienting himself; even though this en suite was almost the same as his. He peered through the mist and saw the shower recess. He could hear the hissing sound of the water. Walking up he knocked on the glass that was fogged up from all the steam. "Jake!" he shouted above the noise of the water. "It's Stewart!" "What?" was the muffled response. "Shit, can't a guy get some privacy?" Stewart suddenly realised that he had to be at school soon. He was running out of time. "My hot water isn't working. I'm coming in," he said confidently, stripping his towel off and throwing it onto a rail near him. "No! Wait! Don't come in..." Jake said, too late. Stewart hastily opened the shower door and stepped inside, only letting a few drops of water escape from the confines of the shower recess. He moved a bit closer and felt the hot water hit his body, as well as his brother's slippery body. Jake grunted when their bodies touched. "Uhh, Stewart, this isn't really a good time." "I don't care," said Stewart, pushing his body into his brother's so he could get some more water. He felt his body slide against his brother's, mainly because of the soap that was lathered on Jake's skin. "Stewart, this really isn't a good time!" his brother insisted. "I don't care," Stewart said, still slipping against Jake's body as he tried in vain to push his brother away from the stream of water. Suddenly, he felt something hard pressing against his body. "What could that be," he thought. "Oh," he said, realising what it was that was prodding into his back. "You wouldn't listen, would you?" said Jake, annoyance evident in his voice. Stewart playfully rubbed his back against his brother's erect cock, causing Jake to jerk slightly. "I see you've got a hard problem," Stewart teased. He turned around and faced his brother. "Why don't I see if I can fix it?" he said as he slipped his hand down his brother's chest and grabbed hold of his dick. Jake smiled and leant against the shower well, making sure to plant his feet on the rubber mat so he didn't slip. He groaned as Stewart teased the head of his cock. It felt great but somehow different to the other times Stewart had given him a hand job, he noted. "Must be the soap," he thought. Stewart noted the difference as well, his hands sliding over his brother's member much easier than normal. He stopped teasing the head of his brother's dick and started to stroke up and down the shaft. About thirty seconds later his brother groaned and shot his load onto the glass wall opposite him, then onto the floor. As Stewart continued stroking a few more drops of cum dribbled out the top of Jake's dick. Stewart stuck his hand under the stream of hot water to clean it. "Well, that was quick," he said. Jake was still leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and his chest heaving up and down as he recovered from his orgasm. A few seconds later he opened his eyes and looked at his brother. "Well, I'd already done most of it." "By the way, you don't owe me for this one," Stewart said as he positioned himself under the showerhead. Jake smiled. "Thanks, bro," he said as he slid past Stewart to get out of the shower recess, his tight buttocks sliding across Stewart's stomach. Stewart closed his eyes and let the water hit his face, happy that he could finally have a hot shower. ---------- What happens next? Stay tuned for part seven of THE RICH LIFE. 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