Date: Wed, 02 Feb 2000 22:01:05 GMT
From: Tel R O'Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rich Kid part 16

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.
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had been placed in the Nifty Archive. Do not distribute it
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			The Rich Kid
			Part 16

	Our parents seemed to be up to something. I knew that Mike's
parents were moving home, so did he, but I also knew where they were moving
to. That still didn't account for all the secretive talking that was going
on. Mike had noticed it too. I found it very difficult not to tell him
where his mum and dad were moving to and hated every minute I had to keep
it secret.
	We both became really suspicious and more than a little surprised
when we were packed off back to school. After all that had happened, father
insisted we go back.  Certainly there would be some changes. There had
bloody better be after all that Mike and I had been through. But why send
us straight back?
	When we arrived, there were workmen all over the place. There were
also lots of cables hanging down from various places as we headed back to
our room.  Neither of us wanted to go in, too many bad memories. In the
end, Mike plucked up the courage and opened the door.
	What a surprise! The entire room had been renovated! Instead of
being the old fashioned drab interior it was now modern and had a good lock
on the door. I was about to open the bathroom door when it opened suddenly!
	"Surprise!" Tom shouted as all of our friends poured out. There was
a party atmosphere that night through out our house. Even Mark was there,
enjoying his new hero status after "rescuing" me. Tom shared a similar
status for "saving Mike's life".  As the evening drew to a close the Master
made a speech. We listened respectfully, but only because if we didn't we
would have to sit through it all again tomorrow. As it turned out,
grandfather and Mark's father had paid for all of the renovations to the
6th form annex, as it was now known. Jarvis's father was paying for the new
security system by way of an apology and an attempt to make sure nothing
like that happened again.
	Despite the merry making, Mike and I still had reservations about
sleeping in that room. To be honest, I was shit scared and I expect Mike
was too, but neither of us would admit it to the other. In the end, Tom
took our bedding and us back to his room and we slept in the spare bed.
	The following morning at breakfast, we faced a barrage of questions
from the other boys. There were all sorts of nasty rumours going round
about what happened to me and Mike nearly bleeding to death. Ok, so the
ones about my "adventure" weren't too far from the truth. Class went
reasonably well and by lunchtime the school was beginning to settle down to
it's old routine. Mike and I both had to play football for the house in the
afternoon. By the time we got back to the room, the first phase of the
video surveillance system was up and running.
	After tea, we were busy doing our prep when there was a knock on
the door.  The Master and House Master had come to see us. We talked about
all sorts of things including how we thought procedures could be changed to
enhance the security of the other boys and ourselves. We had several ideas,
which we put forward. Mike also took the opportunity to ask for a room
change. It wasn't the right way to go about it, but under the circumstances
the House Master and the Master would "see what they could do".  Needless
to say, Tom had two visitors again that night and thanks to the new cameras
the House Master knew exactly where to find us at bed check.
	Once Tom had completed his rounds 30 minutes after lights out, he
smiled at us and told us that he would be in our room if we wanted
him. With a wink he turned and left closing the door behind him. We thanked
him in the morning, but now we had other matters on our minds.
	It didn't take me long to find where Tom kept his Vaseline and
pretty soon Mike and I were a tangle of arms and legs, alone with little or
no chance of interruption. I knew exactly what Mike loved as I slipped
beneath the quilt and lifted his knees.  With skilful precision I swiped my
tongue up one thigh, teased him in the middle and down the other.  By the
time I made it back to the middle Mike was a squirming mass of flesh and
bone. I was intent on one thing, to make him feel the better that I had
ever made him feel before.  Using my tongue and lips, I kissed and teased
him to the point where he begged me to stop. I did and very soon the
doctors advice about unprotected sex had gone out the window as I gave my
lover all that I could.
	After Mike had recovered sufficiently he started on me. He really
knew how to use his hands and soon at least one finger was deep inside me
working on that magical spot in such a way that only Mike knew how. What a
mess we made, but that didn't stop us as Mike replaced his fingers with
something more appropriate for lovers and he rode me into the next morning.
	Poor old Tom took ages to wake us up by banging on the door. He had
locked himself out last night and need a shower and to dress for
breakfast. He wasn't surprised at the state of us either. Well it was why
he left us alone after all. After a quick dash down the corridor and into
our room Mike and I showered and walked to breakfast with Tom and Mark who,
by now, had moved back into the annex.
	We had been given the green light to change rooms by lunchtime the
next day and started the move that night. Unfortunately, it did mean we had
to get the phone moved too. Oh well, father's paying. By the end of the
week, we had finished moving and were settling in nicely. The new room was
sandwiched between Tom on our right and Mark on the left. Who could ask for
a better location. Needless to say, we had to have a room warming party as
it was called in school and all of our friends were invited. It was quite a
night until a 6th former brought in some booze. A disaster in some ways,
but great in others.
	Mark got a little bit drunk. But contrary to expectations he didn't
get punchy. Far from it, he wanted to dance with everyone and ended up
showing off his tattoo. You remember the one the girl made him have. Boy
did we all have a good laugh at that.  Especially when he showed us what it
looked like when he was hard. Isn't it strange the things some people get
tattooed on their body?
	Mike and I were just a little merry and I don't think anyone
noticed when I kissed his cheek and said what a good lover he was. I know
the others just laughed at me and said I was drunk. After the party, we
cleaned up the room and literally fell in to bed. We both slept well and
didn't suffer too much the following morning. Well not until Tom came in
and reminded us what had gone on. Oh dear, Mike wasn't too pleased with me.
	With Easter getting closer we had the inter-house soccer matches to
play.  It was a long hard day and just my luck; our team made it through to
the finals. It was yet another match for Mike and I to play in. Mind you,
it's a great feeling when your team wins the competition! The whole team
ended up in the 4th Form showers. What fun that was as none of us had
brought a towel with us so there were 13 naked bodies dashing around
desperate to dry off before we got cold. Luckily the House Master was in a
good mood too. So we all got away with it.
	By the end of term, Mark, Mike and I were firm friends and looking
forward to seeing each other during the holidays. Mark knew what I was
planning for Mike's birthday celebrations and was ready for it. Poor Mike
had no idea that anything was being planned at all apart from the low-key
discussions we had between us some time ago.
	The term finished on the Thursday and on the Friday morning we were
waiting to be collected from school when something strange occurred. Mike's
dad turned up for him alone. This puzzled us both especially me as I was
left on my own until someone came to collect me. Over an hour I waited
before one of the drivers came.
	I tried questioning the driver on the way home, but got nothing out
of him.  By the time we arrived at the house, I was extremely suspicious
and knew something was afoot.  The big question was what? I went straight
up to father's study and gave him a big hug.  We spent a few minutes
talking about what had been going on at school and how Mike was before he
said he had a meeting with someone and asked me along. This suggested that
it had something to do with me.
	Father led me down to the family door and we went out into the
courtyard.  It was obvious there had been some building work going on, but
that was quite normal around a house that was as old as this. I heard a
yell and turned to look and see what was going on.  It was Mike running as
fast as he could towards me. His parents followed him at a more respectable
speed. Mike wrapped his arms around my father and hugged him. He even
kissed his cheek! What the hell was going on? I looked at father.
	"What is this? What's going on father?" I asked.
	"Oh, nothing much." Father replied.
	"He's let my parents have the cottage just the other side of the
garages that's all!"  Mike said excitedly.
	"I know." I said calmly. I had managed to keep it secret for weeks
now.
	"What!" Mike said. "You sneaky little devil!" With that he turned
and pounced on me pinning me to the ground. "You're gonna pay for this." He
said grinning as he pressed his lips against mine and gave me a full on
kiss right in front of our parents.
	"Ok guys that'll do." Father said sounding a little
uncomfortable. Mike released me and father helped us both up.
	"Welcome to the Estate Mr and Mrs Jones. I hope you'll be happy
here." I said.
	"Thank you Edward." Replied Mike's mother.
	"Oh, but what about your beautiful roses?" I was quite concerned
because I knew Mrs Jones loved her roses very much.
	"Why don't you go and see Edward." Father said grinning broadly. Oh
no, he was up to something else! I thought. Mike led me round to the
cottage. There in what was now a low walled front garden to the cottage
were more roses were now growing than I had ever seen in one place
before. I was so happy I hugged Mike. I couldn't wait until the summer when
all of the roses would be in bloom! Ok, so I have a soft spot for them too.
	The adults walked round to join us, but Mike had dragged me inside
the cottage to see his new room. It was very spacious and had all the
fittings in ready for his computer to be moved down from our study. We went
back out into the rose garden and all three adults were grinning at us. I
guess we were too. I know I was so happy to have Mike living so close
especially as his parents wanted him to stay with them during the holidays.
	"Boys. I have something to show you." Father said. We all followed
him as he led us back towards the house. He stopped outside the old garage
and looked at it.
	"What do you think boys?" He asked looking at us each in turn.
	"It looks good now that it has been renovated." I replied.
	"Yeah, it does." Mike concurred.
	"Let's go in and have a look shall we?" Father led the way, but the
door was locked. "That's strange. This door never used to be locked."
	"May be it's just stuck or something father." I suggested as I too
tried the handle and rattled the door.
	"Mr Jones. Do you know anything about this?" Father asked.
	"Sorry sir. I think these may help." Mr Jones said handing me a
sealed envelope. I flipped it over and glanced at the front before ripping
it open. A credit card style key slid out into my hand. I looked at the
card to make sure it was the right way round when I noticed my picture on
the front of it. I looked at father and Mr Jones. They both smiled and
father handed Mike a similar envelope. He ripped his open and found the
same thing with his picture on it. We looked at each other as it dawned on
us what our parents had been up to.
	I wrapped my arms around Mike and he me and we hugged and
hugged. We were both so happy and we hadn't even been inside yet. I
gestured Mike to open the door. He stepped forward and swiped his
card. There was a click and the door pushed open. We were hit by the smell
of fresh paint as we stepped into a nice gleaming new flat. We slipped our
shoes off by the door before going in and looking round. We were both
speechless!
	Mr Jones showed us round. It had everything almost. There were
three rooms, two bedrooms and a spare bedroom. I looked at father with a
puzzled expression.
	"Just in case you have someone to sleep over." He said with a
smile.
	Mr Jones continued his tour. There was a fully fitted shower room
and toilet, a study room and surprisingly a kitchenette. The only things
that seemed to be missing were the cooker and washing machine. The cooker
would have been nice, but the washing machine would have been a little
superfluous. Both of us turned to face Mr Jones who turned and ran for the
door. We caught him just outside and nearly hugged him to death. Father
too. Mike and I were so happy it was unbelievable. This obviously showed
they approved of Mike and I being together and that they trusted us.  All
four of us went back into our flat, apartment, what ever you want to call
it and sat down.
	There was a gentle tapping on the door and Mike and I looked at out
fathers. They looked back at us. Normally one of the fathers would have
called for the visitor to come in, but here it was now up to Mike and I. We
called together for the first time and in came some of the servants bearing
trays loaded with lunch for us all. I hadn't realised it, but I was so
happy I had tears rolling down my cheeks. Father hugged me tight as did
Mike's parents him. All of us were so very happy.
	After lunch Mr Jones took our old cards off of us as the new ones
would do the same things as the old and gave us the security brief. He also
told us that three other cards would access our new home. Father's, his and
Mrs Jones's so we still had to behave ourselves. We all laughed, but knew
exactly what he meant. Our families left Mike and I alone for a while. I
had one thing on my mind, but it wasn't on Mike's. He was more interested
in checking our "pad" out more closely. Everything was precisely as it
should be. The only things that hadn't been brought over were the
odds-and-ends from our desk drawers in the old study.
	We spent the whole afternoon getting comfortable with our new
pad. We rearranged the furniture several times before we got it just so. We
had just sat down when the phone rang. Mike answered it. It was father, we
had to dress for dinner tonight and be ready at 7 for 7:30. Oh hell! It was
now 5:30! It was obviously going to be a formal dinner, which meant
tie-it-yourself bow ties for us. I never did get the hang of those damn
things, but it was expected of me, or should I now say us. By 6:45 there
were two very handsome young men complete with dinner jackets ready to
leave apart from a limp looking piece of black material hanging round their
necks.
	We went to dinner via the kitchen and spoke to the butler who
sorted our bow ties out for us and agreed to teach us how to tie them.  We
entered the Library to be greeted by father and Mr Jones. There was one or
two other guests there too that I didn't recognise, but Mike did, they were
his cousins. Both were around 18 years old and looked very smart in their
DJs. Sat over in the corner was a military looking figure. I recognised him
immediately and led Mike by the hand over to meet him. I introduced my
grandfather and Mark popped up from behind us making us both jump with
surprise.  WOW! He looked really dishy in his DJ. I left Mike chatting with
grandfather and Mark whilst I slipped off to see father.
	Several of our friends from school had also been invited, but there
was one very special guest that father asked us to take special care
of. Just at that moment he arrived.  There walking down the hall looking a
little bemused was Freckles! I was puzzled!  Freckles was dead! How could
this be? Father introduced me to Master James Freeborn, Freckle's twin
brother. Identical twin brother! It was like standing next to a ghost.
	I immediately shook his hand and guided him around introducing him
to the other guest. I left Mike and our school friends until last. I wanted
to see their faces. So did James. He had the same sense of humour as his
brother, which was absolutely great!
	Mark was chatting to Mike and the others, but stopped mid-sentence
when he saw James. Mike went white and our other friends from school went
very quiet.  James played his part in the joke superbly, but he wasn't
Freckle's and it wouldn't have been right to try and make him so. We all
had a good laugh when I introduced him. This was another of those rare
occasions where father allowed me a glass of sherry before the meal, the
others we allowed too.
	As we were called to dinner, Mike was placed at the head of the
table with his parents either side of him. He looked magnificent! He
carried himself perfectly. When I think how out of place and uncomfortable
he looked when I first brought him home and how he is now. I am sure I did
the right thing getting him involved with my family. It was now that I
realised what was going on. It was Mike's family birthday tomorrow, so
tonight father was making the start to his birthday as special as he could.
His real birthday was when we were at school.
	The meal went very well and all of us lads were allowed wine too!
Now there's a surprise, but when the champagne was brought round and we all
toasted Mike I was so proud of him and loved him so much! His face when he
was called upon to make a speech. It was really funny. Mind you, he did it
and did it well. Mark replied for the guests and grandfather gave the
toasts. It was a really good dinner followed by what grandfather called
"Mess Games". These are Games that have very few rules and tend to be
boisterous. I'll not go into detail as that isn't the done thing, but I
will mention Mike having to stand on the table and sing to us. He did his
parents proud!
	The evening started to wind down around mid-night as the guests
that weren't stopping started to leave. By 1:00 a.m., there was only James,
Mark, Mike and I left, grandfather retired earlier on. Mark was in the room
next to grandfather and James was stopping with Mike and I.
	We sat down on the settee and relaxed for a while. Our DJs and the
like were all hanging up and we sat there basically in underwear drinking
coffee and talking quietly. It quickly became evident that James was
missing his brother badly. They had been very close and confided in each
other. It soon appeared that Mike and I were rapidly taking Freckle's
place, not as replacements for his brother, but certainly as
confidantes. We talked and talked, learning more about our friend and his
brother all the time. Eventually all three of us fell asleep siting there
our heads on one shoulder or other.
	Mike woke me up the following morning and with a gentle nod of his
head indicated for me to look down at James's lap. His morning erection was
creating quite a respectable lump in his briefs. Mike slipped away and got
a blanket to cover him with.  Neither of us wanted to embarrass our new
friend.
	By the time we had showered and dressed, James was awake and
interested in some breakfast. After getting him to shower we all headed
over to the kitchen to see what was happening. We met up with grandfather
in the dining room and chatted to him as we ate. He was interested in what
was happening at school since our little bit of "excitement" as he called
it. We brought him up to date and he seemed pleased that the money had been
well spent. James added that he was hoping to go to our school too in
September.  This struck me as funny. I could remember his parents saying
that he couldn't or didn't want to go to our school. I didn't ask any
questions though.
	The butler came in and asked Mike if he could visit his
parents. Naturally Mike agreed. I suggested we all go, but he said he would
rather go alone. I told him we would go out on the quads and he could join
us later. This seemed to please everyone except James. He was a little
scared, but I didn't say anything. I suggested he come on the back of
mine. That suited him better.
	About 20 minutes later, we were out in the garage dressed and ready
to go.  There was a large sheet over something in the corner and one quad
left. I told the driver to hide the other quad. He gave me a puzzled look,
but did it all the same.
	"Why did you do that Ed'?" James asked.
	"It's Mike's birthday today and I want him to use his present." I
replied pointing to the sheet-covered lump in the corner.
	"What the hell is it?" Mark asked.
	"You'll see when Mike comes out." I had to suppress a laugh. We
stayed near the garages to start with whilst we waited for Mike to come
out. When he did he was carrying a bundle. He looked so disappointed when
he saw there weren't any quads left. I told him to take the cover off the
other one. His face lit up when he saw a bright orange two-seater
hovercraft with "Mike's Machine" written down one side.
	A couple of minutes later he had it started and was slowly edging
his way out of the garage. Once he was clear of the buildings, he spun it
around and all sorts as he got the hang of driving it. Soon we were off
exploring, us on the quads and Mike in his hovercraft. He shot across the
lake like a rocket whilst we had to go around. We met up on "our" beach. He
was sitting there deep in thought when we arrived.
	"Eddie. Do you fancy a swim?" Mike asked.
	"Why not?" I replied with a loving smile as I looked at Mike.
	"We don't have any swim wear." Mark pointed out.
	"You don't need it here." I replied as my trousers and underwear
slid down my legs. Mark just shrugged his shoulders, stripped off and ran
into the water with James hot on his heels. We spent best part of an hour
clowning around and swimming and generally acting the fool. It was great
fun. It also gave Mike and I a more subtle way of getting to know our new
friend and his body a little better.
	Well, why not? Mike and I were committed to each other, but that
didn't stop us from browsing the other players. Especially one as good
looking as James. He was quite literally an identical twin. Right down to
his appendix scar.
	We sat and chatted on the beach for a while before drying off and
heading back for lunch. James travelled back with Mike. It was a great time
for us all.  We were all young enough not to have to worry too much about
the worries in life, but old enough to appreciate the beauty of the things
we saw around us.
	Mark made the streakers dash up to his room from the family door
whilst we took a more leisurely stroll from our door to our shower. Much to
our surprise, James came in with us and there were a number of "accidental"
contacts both in and with intimate places. It was quite erotic really and
when I asked why Mike was swooning a bit he gave me a shocked look. My
hands were washing me. I too realised who was starting to encroach on
restricted space.
	I wasn't sure how I felt about James getting "too close" to my
Mike, but he seemed to be horrified. I calmed him down with a kiss. This
caught him off guard. We shuffled around in the shower and decided to give
James a little of his own back. Oh boy.  Did we ever. After a little bit of
discrete manoeuvring James was in between us when we started tickling
him. Was his laugh infectious or what? By the time we had finished we were
fully conversant with his firm young body. Unfortunately, our plan failed
and we didn't embarrass him one iota. If anything it made him worse. He
became blatant when he grabbed my bum with one hand and Mikes with the
other.
	In the end we had to sit down with him and explain the
situation. Ok, so Freckles had already told him most of it, but we had to
get control of his hands somehow or he could end up getting us all in
trouble. He was very quiet over lunch as he thought about what was said to
him and as soon as we were alone he apologised for his behaviour. He also
asked if he could go home.
	I was shocked by his question. Mike explained to him that he could
leave pretty well when ever he wanted to, but he also asked why? The answer
stunned both of us.
	"My brother told me that you two would share everything you had and
on the whole I think he was right. The trouble is he also told me about the
fun that you had together, all three of you. You see we used to like that
sort of fun too, but it's not the same with your brother. Ok he was the
"funny" one, the one liking the guys and that.  That didn't bother me until
I saw how happy you two are together and I needed to be a part of that
happiness. Do you understand?" Both Mike and I nodded. "I miss my brother
so badly at times I wish I had gone with him when he did it." James broke
down and threatened to flood the place with his tears.
	Both Mike and I felt really badly now. Not about telling him to
stop mauling us, but the way we had not bothered to consider his
feelings. He was after all, our friend's brother and almost a friend in his
own right. We comforted him together and persuaded him to stay until
tomorrow evening when his parents would be there to collect him.
	We spent the afternoon playing games and watching videos in the
family room until it was time for Mike to leave us. I kissed him goodbye in
front of the others before he left to see his parents. I felt alone for
what was left of the afternoon and evening. Mark and James were there, but
they weren't the same as my Mike. It also took a lot of self- control not
to get over friendly with James when the occasion arose. Dinner and the
evening dragged, seeming to last forever. As I lay in bed waiting for Mike
to come home I started thinking about what really attracted me to Mike. To
be honest, I was amazed at the number of delightful and scrummy points I
found. It also confirmed that if I lost my Mike, I had lost my life. For
what is life without love? I went to sleep and dreamed of my Mike!
	I felt the bed move during the night and assumed that Mike had
returned before snuggling up to him and drifting off back to sleep. I awoke
the following morning and being still half-asleep snuggled closer to the
body beside me. Something didn't feel right.  Mike had not only lost a
little weight, but was also a little shorter where it matters. What really
clinched it though was finding body hair where I new there wasn't any.
	I was wide-awake by now. There on the pillow next to me was James's
head. I pulled away from him. Ok, I admit it. I had thought about Freckles
a lot since he left us and lying next to me was the next best thing. The
temptation was there, but thankfully I had enough will power to resist. It
was just as well too as Mike walked in a few moments later. Oh boy, that
could have been awkward, but we trusted each other and he was happy I
hadn't "sampled the goods" as he put it. He also said he wouldn't have
blamed me if I had. The thought made me shiver. No. Mike and I are a pair,
a partnership, a couple!
	I slipped out of bed and into the shower. Mike followed me in and
before too long our bodies were sliding across each other. Our hands gently
stroked and massaged as they roamed wildly across each other's body. It was
great! Mike gently turned me around and with a gentle thrust entered me. I
felt so good I could have screamed!  Gently he worked himself in and out
until with one final push and a scream he came to an earth-shattering ear
splitting climax. Needless to say he had disturbed James and we had to
share the shower once more. What amazed Mike was the calm way I turned him
around and returned the pleasure he had just given me. James just stood
there and watched us, erection in hand. It felt really strange to have
someone watching us this closely whilst we made love. As I came in Mike so
a stream of semen flew across the shower hitting the wall at the
back. James slumped to his knees as Mike and I stepped out.
	By the time we had dried off, James had recovered and after
dressing we sat him down on the sofa and talked to him, seriously this time
about Mike and I and how we were together as a couple. James looked a
little upset until Mike explained he would make a great brother, but not a
sex partner. James's spirit really picked up after that. He became less
intrusive, but also knew he could talk to us if he needed to. By the time
his parents collected him that evening he was a changed boy. It was as if
he had lost his sorrow and grieving for his brother and started to live
again. His parents also confirmed that he might well be starting at School
in September providing he passes the entrance exams.
	James and his parents left much happier than when they had first
come. As I found out from father later that evening, this was their
intention, the reason he was invited to Mike's party in the first place.

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	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 Chris, Trey and Marc
for stirring my grey matter when it needs it.  Thanks all of you.