Date: Fri, 07 Jan 2000 23:00:31 GMT From: Tel R O'Tales Subject: Rich Kid part 12 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 12 Mike's display of emotion had surprised us all, particularly me. He had always been the calm levelheaded one out of the two of us. Needless to say, father covered the bill for the damage Mike had caused much to the relief of Mr Jones. It also meant that Mike had to be taken out of school until his problems had been resolved. As it turned out, he had effectively taken on my little bit of the world. Somehow word had leaked out that Mark Thorne was related to me and so I was tarred with the same brush as he. Mile fought my corner and was doing well until Thorne refused to help him put the record straight. This was the last straw for Mike and he exploded! His initial yelling and screaming sent everyone running from the third form sitting room before his anger became violent. It was at this point I had arrived and the situation began to diffuse. I found all this out in an email from Mark Thorne of all people. What's more, he wanted to come and visit us next weekend to talk and explain why he hadn't helped Mike. This last little surprise appealed to me in several ways. Firstly I could find out more about what had happened and why. It would also give me the chance to try and start to build bridges to my mother's side of the family. My biggest problem would be getting father and the ever-present shrink to agree. As it was, the shrink proved to be quite in favour of the idea. Father though, well that was an entirely different kettle of fish. Father was still not on talking terms with my mother's family and this made things difficult. There were questions that I needed answering. In the end the shrink helped out and father agreed albeit reluctantly. This now only left me with one high priority job and for that, I would have to talk to the shrink. At bedtime, the ever-present shrink was ready to dose Mike and I up with whatever he thought necessary. It was now that I tried talking to him. I knew he was staying in the house and it was this fact that finally convinced him to forego the drugs tonight. This left the way clear for my lover and I spend some really "high quality" time together. We settled down and the lights were switched out. The door closed quietly sometime later. That was my cue to slip out of my bed and in to Mike's. Now came the good bit. With my hand and Mike's forearm both in plaster, getting us close was going to be fun, but where there is a will, there's a way as they say. For the first time in ages we were able to be together and alone. With my plaster lying gently across his chest and his across my side we kissed. It was as though we were long lost lovers that had spent a lifetime searching for each other. The feeling I got as our lips met was really awesome! My lips parted as his tongue softly entered my mouth. Damn this cast! Our passion grew and grew, but with out current bodily states we stood no chance of going much further than just kissing. I could feel Mike's excitement against the inside of my thigh; mine was sandwiched between Mike's hip and me. Our bodies writhed as we kissed. It wasn't long before our bodies took over and we shared the very special presents we had for each other with a body shuddering almost simultaneous climax. We slept, as we were that night, wrapped in each other's arms doing our best to hug each other. Neither of us doubted that the shrink would have something to say about this in the morning, but what the hell. Much to our surprise the shrink said nothing about what had happened. I guess he had known about us all along. This performance was repeated almost nightly as the days passed. The days were spent with lessons and counselling, but now that Mike and I were back together, we were almost back to normal, so the counselling sessions not only changed, but were also becoming less frequent. The other task that we accomplished was getting mother's family and father together again. Father had agreed to let Mark come over for the weekend, but he too wasn't going to be alone. My grandfather was coming with him. I guess this weekend was going to be tense and revealing. I emailed Mark my outline plan and his reply was really encouraging. I think we were actually getting closer. He suggested that there was something he wanted to talk to us about too. All I could do was guess what he was referring to. Friday night came and the tension was building. It was most noticeable in father, but Mike was also incapable of sitting still for more than a few moments at a time. There was the sound of a car pulling up on the gravel outside. The door opened and Mike and I were ready to greet our guests with father standing in the background. The butler opened the door and Mark and grandfather entered. Mike and I greeted them formally. So far, so good, father stepped forward and both grandfather and he stood there face to face. The air was electric. "Grandfather." Mark said looking firmly at the old man. "Father." I said in much the same way. I think the fact that the youngsters were putting the two adults under pressure forced them into shaking hands. This was an act they hadn't done for a long, long time. We retired to the drawing room and sat in a circle around the coffee table. Drinks were served and Mark and I started talking. Mike joined in at the appropriate point and very soon we, the youngsters opened up questions that ultimately drew in the adults. The discussions were very revealing. I found out that my grandparents on my mother's side didn't consider my father worthy of their daughter because he didn't show any promise in business. A point that had well and truly been disproved by my father's success. It also explained why he worked so hard and for such long hours. I also found out why my father's parents didn't like his choice of bride. Hmm. This one took some thinking about. In brief, it boiled down to my mother's parents having money and I mean real money. The sort you would find it hard to spend in a lifetime, whereas my father's parents had started small and hard to work for every penny they had. I think it could be summarised as "the great class divide". It was really great to have the whole affair out in the open. It also cleared the way for both families to resume normal relations. I knew it was going to take time for old wounds to heal, but at least they could now start to heal. It was getting late and we all agreed we needed some time to think about what had been said. We agreed that Mark was to have the room next to Mike's and mine, but grandfather still wasn't ready to stay in the same house as father. They both decided to meet up again the following afternoon, here. With Mark's bags up in his room, we all said farewell to Grandfather as he left. Needless to say, we three boys talked a lot that night and slept late the following morning. After breakfast, Mike and I took Mark out on the quads. Damn, he was good and pretty soon we were off around the grounds. It was great! But not easy to drive with Mike and me having casts! By the time we got back we were covered in mud, but were extremely happy. Mike also found out why Mark hadn't helped him on the day he freaked out. It was down to his grandfather's attempts to turn him against me. Luckily he decided for himself how he felt about me. What is more, he even apologised for our initiations being much tougher that the others. We entered the house by the family door leaving our clothes in a heap and making a mad dash for the shower. Needless to say Mark ended up in the bath with Mike and I in our recently enlarged shower. There wasn't time for any "fun and games" even if Mark had been interested. Besides plaster casts and water don't mix well and we both had to be careful not to get water into our polythene bags. Although he did pass comment about Mike and I showering together, but that was soon cleared up when Mike pointed out it was a twin shower and the shout for lunch helped too. Lunch was relaxed and Mark and father talked quite freely. It was as if father found it easier to talk to Mark than he did the old man. I suppose I can understand that. Mark showed little if none of the prejudice the old man had, but even that was starting to soften in the old man. Grandfather arrived after lunch and disappeared into the library with father. Mark, Mike and I headed to the family room and played table hockey. You know that game where the puck floats on air and you push it around. We had a really great time just being kids. But like all great times there has to be an end to them and in this case, it was Mark. "So how much truth is there in the scuttle-but going round school that you two are gay?" Mark asked quite bluntly. Mike and I were gob-smacked. We had expected to face this sooner or later, but later would have been our preference. "We.er.what are they saying?" I asked. "Nothing much, just that you two are screwing each other most nights. That's all." Mark replied watching me closely. "Would it make any difference to you if we were gay?" Mike asked coolly. I was still in shock. "Nah. I don't give a shit. I just like to know where I stand with people. Like when we showered before lunch. You were both eyeing me up like crazy." Mark sat on the edge of the hockey table and looked at us both intently. "So there is some truth in the rumour then." He added looking me in the eye. "Do you know what monogamous means?" Mike asked. "Yep. Having only one partner." "Well that's the way we are. We have each other, but that doesn't stop us reading the menu. Does it? We just can't buy from it." Mike replied. I trust Mike's judgement and sat there in silence. "What do you mean reading the menu?" Mark asked. "Looking around, seeing what might be available. That sort of thing." I answered. "Fine. Just next time, if you wanna see my bits, ask first. Ok?" Mark said. "Mark." I fumbled my words a little. "Can I see it now?" I asked unsure whether I was calling his bluff or just plain interested. His reaction was amazing. He eased his behind off the table and casually dropped his trousers and underwear and stood there like a peacock displaying his feathers. Ok, so he was Mr average in the equipment stakes, but his nerve was to be admired. So did the tattoo the Head's daughter made him get done. "Now it's your turn 'Eddy'." He said coolly, but in such a way as to put me on the spot. Nervously I stood up, unfastened my jeans and let them drop to the floor. I was visibly shaking as I tried to pull my underwear down. "Mark please. Is there any need for this?" Mike asked. "It's called 'tit-for-tat'." Mark replied. By now my underwear was around my knees and I was lifting the front of my shirt up. "Now that wasn't so hard. Was it 'Eddy'?" I shook my head. "You too Mike!" "What?" Mike said in surprise. "You too." "Why?" "You're still eyeballing me!" Mike simply dropped his trousers and underwear in one smooth movement revealing himself in all his hairless glory. Yes, since I had originally shaved him for a laugh, he had kept it up. He was also appreciably bigger than Mark was. "What no pubes yet?" Mark asked with a snigger. "Nope. Feels great!" Mike replied cockily. "Wanna touch?" Much to the surprise of both Mike and I, Mark waddled forwards and gently stroked Mike's smooth belly with the back of his hand. "Ah. Soft as a baby's bottom." Mark replied. Unfortunately for him though he was now in the early throws of an erection that was building rapidly. A deep red face soon accompanied his realisation of this. Mike and I both suppressed a laugh as we too developed erections. Before long there were three virile teenagers admiring each other's displays of manhood. It was Mike who took things a step further when he wrapped his hand around Mark causing him to let out a series of involuntary groans of pleasure. Needless to say Mark was soon lying on his back on the hockey table whilst Mike and I made him feel good. Unfortunately we had forgotten about the resulting fountain of life and soon had a messy table to clean up. Mark though was astounded and admitted that no guy had ever touched him before let alone taken him to and beyond ejaculation. We gave Mark a chance to recover before heading up to the library and the adults. I knocked on the library door and we were told to "come in". I was astounded to see tears running down my father's cheeks and dashed across to him. Gently I wrapped my arms around him. Tears were starting to form in my eyes too. I looked over my shoulder and was shocked to see grandfather too had tears running down his cheeks. Mark stood beside him with his hand on the old man's shoulder. Some comforter he was. During the next 20 minutes both of the adults explained to us lads the finer points of what had happened in the past relating to both my mother and our families. How my mother's family had disowned her and my father's family had left him to his own devices. Fortunately, my paternal grandfather didn't remove him from his will and my father was able to demonstrate just how good at business he was to his mother before she too followed my grandfather to a better place. It was now that my mother's father told Mark that the feud between the two families was officially over and that he was to make friends with me. Mark stepped forward proudly and held out his hand. I reciprocated and we stood before the adults and shook hands. Mike was to bear witness to this and was then included in the embrace that followed. For us lads, it was all show, but never the less had to be done to formalise things. It was now that Mark was eventually able to tell Mike and I what really happened just before the Police took the Head away. Under the stern gaze of our grandfather he explained that after what had happened between him and Mike and I, he was summoned to see our grandfather who beat him repeatedly with his walking cane. Despite Mark's pleas and subsequent remorse grandfather continued to beat him until he was nearly unconscious. It was only my request to the Head that kept him in school where his family forced him to stay and live through his total degradation. It was the Head that contacted the Police and was subsequently questioned because they thought he was trying to hide the fact that he had done this cruel and inhumane thing himself and was trying to divert attention from himself. We lads left the library deep in thought and didn't see the adults until dinner that evening. This time though we were all sat around the same end of the table and the meal was much more relaxed and light-hearted. You could even describe it as a family meal. We all retired that night much happier and for the first time in many years under the same roof. Mike and I were lying in bed talking quietly about the day's events and revelations when there was a gently knock on the bathroom door. We just lay there, snuggled down together as Mark came in. He didn't seem bothered by us so we stayed as we were. "There's one thing that has been puzzling me for ages." Mark began. "Why did you bother trying to be nice to me after all I had done to you?" "I had a feeling there was something between us, not love or anything like that, but a sort of likeness if you know what I mean?" I replied. "No not really." "Me neither." Mike added. "I think I sensed we were family and that you weren't really the way you portrayed yourself to me. My father's email confirmed it. It was then I knew you were like me, but in your own way." I explained. Mark's response took both Mike and I by surprise. He fell to his knees by the side of the bed and cried like a baby into the covers. In my surprise I just lay there until a sharp dig in my ribs brought me back to my senses. Quickly I climbed out of bed, knelt beside Mark and wrapped my arm around his shoulders. He was clothed in PJ bottoms and his strong muscular back and arms felt good as he turned and returned my embrace whilst crying onto my shoulder. When he had calmed down I put him into my bed before climbing back into bed with Mike. Mark fell asleep quickly as Mike and I snuggled up to each other. It was just as well that Mark was a sound sleeper or rather we hoped he was. Mike pulled me on top of himself and I noticed that he was ready for lovemaking. I was a little uncertain about it with Mark in the room, but Mike soon persuaded me by gently massaging my behind. Very soon our bed covers were off and the KY was being put to good use as I knelt astride his body and slid slowly down on to him. My discomfort was soon replaced by the feelings only true lovers can generate in each other as I bobbed up and down on him. It was sheer pleasure! By now I was also becoming a little noisy, so Mike pulled my head down to his and our lips met. Our tongues were darting back and forth as nature took over and Mike started to meet me with upward thrusts of his hips as I slid downward on to him. I felt my insides being pressed further outwards as he let go of an enormous present he had been saving up for me. Mike collapsed back on to the bed and we just lay there as we continued kissing. After a while, I rolled off and lay beside him. Words can never express just how much I love this hunk of male beauty by my side. If all else was taken away from me, I know I would be happy with my lover. However, I was now determined to make him feel as happy as I was. With a little manoeuvring around the bed I had the backs of his knees over my shoulders and was about to get him ready for me when I had an idea. Gently I slid down and now holding his knees in my hands buried my face between those two wonderfully formed muscles and teased the entrance to his tunnel of love with my tongue. I sent him wild with pleasure, so much so that I noticed him pulling a pillow down over his face to muffle the sound of his screams and groans. By the time I had finished, there was no need for KY or anything else for that matter and I gently eased all of me into him. I started a gentle rocking motion as I massaged his prostate to the best of my ability. It had the inevitable consequences, but sod the mess, my Mike was in total euphoria and I was nearly there with him. A few moments later I buried myself deep inside him and we lay there as I gave him my all. As we returned to reality we both jumped out of our skins as a deep voice beside us said, "that was really beautiful". Mark had witnessed me making love to Mike and possibly more. "I only wish that I can make which ever girl I fall in love with as happy as you two make each other." Mark added after a few seconds. Mike and I smiled. It was about all we had the energy left to do. After showering Mike and I went back to bed and fell asleep to the sound of slow, deep breathing from the bed besides ours. * * * * * * * * * I would like to point out too that all of the events in the story are entirely fictitious and although there may be the occasional sexual encounter in British public schools, they are on the whole rare. I would also like to say that no matter how bad the problem, suicide is NOT the answer. There is always someone who can and will help. 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 Marc for his help proof reading the story and both Chris and Marc for stirring my grey matter when it needed it. Thanks both of you.