Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2000 20:42:16 GMT
From: Tel R O'Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rich Kid part 17

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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			The Rich Kid
			Part 17

	Whilst I was talking to father, Mr Jones came in. We sat chatting
for a while and I happened to mention my personal present for Mike. Mr
Jones seemed a little unsure, maybe even reticent. I assured him it was
what I wanted and that I was sure Mike would love it. It was now Mr Jones
revealed that he didn't feel comfortable with everything we, father and I,
were doing for his son. For some reason he felt beholding to us. This
confused me. Why should he be beholding to us? After all, he was more or
less a member of the family now.
	Father explained that Mr & Mrs Jones were used to providing for
Mike themselves and since Mike and I had become friends we had taken over
that role. I was starting to understand. The way I saw it was that Mike was
more than my brother, he was my lover, my life! Unfortunately, in legal
terms, he was really just a friend that I spent a lot of time with. Now I
understood how the Joneses felt. It didn't change my plans any. I was still
going to give Mike my other present. Mr Jones too was happier now that I
understood.
	As we lay in bed talking that night, I mentioned my conversation
with his father earlier. All he said was 'oh'. With a little enticing I
discovered Mike wasn't entirely happy either. He too didn't like receiving
expensive present that he couldn't reciprocate.  It took me a while to
convince him that I gave him presents because I wanted to, not because I
expected something equally expensive or indeed anything in return.
	It was now that we made a deal, no more expensive presents and
things. I had to move fast now as I still had one present left for him. He
agreed that this was the last one.  Gently I lifted his hands above the
covers and held them. I asked him to close his eyes, and no peeking. He did
so and carefully I got the small box that I had hidden under my pillow and
slipped the ring it contained onto his finger.
	When Mike opened his eyes his eyes beamed before he said it was too
expensive and he couldn't accept it. I told him that I couldn't take it
back to the shop and that if he looked inside the ring he would see why.
	Slowly he slipped the ring off of his finger and adjusting it in
the light read:
		"I love you Mike.
			"Ed."
	His eyes immediately filled with tears and he hugged me tight. He
was really happy. I think this one present made him happier than all of the
rest. He slipped the ring back on his finger. I pointed out that it was on
the wrong finger and he looked puzzled. I slipped it back onto his
engagement finger and it was as though a light suddenly came on in his head
when he realised what I was actually saying was "I love you for ever and
will you stay with me?" With his arms wrapped around my neck he kissed me
time and again.  When he whispered "I will always be yours till death us do
part," it hit me how poignant it was that he used part of the marriage vows
as his answer to my question.  We were so happy that we cried ourselves to
sleep locked in an embrace that would take a lifetime to break.
	The rest of the Easter holiday went very well and we both spent
time with out parents collectively and individually. By the end of the
holidays we had a much better understanding of not only each other and our
immediate families, but also our friends and how a simple action can cause
great pleasure or antagonism.
	We arrived back at school on the Sunday afternoon and quickly
settled in.  We spent quite a bit of time catching up with what our friends
had done during the holiday and helping them settle in too. Dinner was a
much noisier affair than we were used to and I left with a bad
headache. When Mike came up to our room, he found me lying on the bed with
a towel over my eyes. He had invited some of our friends up, but diverted
them leaving me in peace and quiet.
	Monday morning landed with a bang and we both struggled to get up
and get going. So much so, that we almost missed breakfast completely. Our
classes were hard too to start with, but we soon settled back into the
routine. The afternoon sports session had changed to athletics from
soccer. Thank heaven for small mercies.
	By the end of the week the evening clubs were all back up and
running and Mike went off to his art club and I was back into Cadets. I was
busy training with the Cadets for a forthcoming exercise against another
school's cadets. The pressure was really on as we had won this particular
exercise for the past seven years in a row and no one wanted to be
responsible for letting the school down. Mike on the other hand was
starting to draw real life subjects now and I guessed what he would be
after later in the term.
	The weekend of the exercise came round fairly quickly and
reluctantly I kissed Mike goodbye in our room. He saw us off and as we
drove away my spirits sank. It was going to take a lot of guts and
determination to get through this weekend without fouling up. Some how I
made it and met Mike on the Sunday night.
	The first thing he did was to push me into the shower. After a
weekend of running around playing soldiers and generally getting wet and
muddy I was very smelly. Mike didn't join me in the shower this time. He
chose to stand outside and wash me at arm's length. Even the extractor fan
had a job shifting that smell.
	By nine o'clock I was tucked up in bed and sleeping like a baby. I
really wanted to spend some time with Mike, but my brain didn't let me. The
result of the exercise was announced officially in chapel on Monday morning
along with a few presentations. We all sat on the pews listening to the
Master rabbiting on about the exercise when he called my name out. I was
stunned and rapidly tried to work out what I had done wrong. I needn't have
worried. I had been awarded Cadet of the exercise and promoted to Lance
Corporal too. What a surprise! I returned to my pew and shortly afterwards
the service finished. I liked chapel on Monday mornings, it started the
week off nice and gently.
	The rest of the week was fairly mundane until Mike and I was asked
to see the House Master. Another round of "what the hell have we done now"
started. I don't know why we bothered. We were told that during the next
week or so possible new entrants to the school would be visiting for their
entry tests and generally looking around. We were asked to act as hosts for
a group of eight boys one of which we may recognise. Both Mike and I
eagerly agreed. It would mean we would loose most of our free time, but it
would be worth it.
	That weekend, Mike asked the question I was expecting. Would I pose
for him and a couple of the others, not nude or anything like that, PE
shorts were ok. I don't know why, but I was a bit embarrassed posing for
these guys even in shorts.  Thank heaven Mike didn't want me to pose
naked. What made it worse was the fact that we had all been in the shower
together at one time or another and they had already seen me naked. The
posing session went well despite me not being able to keep completely still
and all of them showed me their drawings afterwards. They were quite good.
It wasn't until we got back to the room that Mike asked me to pose nude for
him. I did so willingly. Strange isn't it?
	That night Mike and I chatted for ages as we lay in bed. We talked
about human nature generally and how we all felt differently about doing
the same things. Eventually sleep crept up on us and with a final kiss
goodnight we were gone.
	Saturday morning brought with it more sport. This term though we
had other sports available to us. I signed up for rock climbing and
canoeing. The canoeing wasn't due to start until next Saturday afternoon,
but the climbing started now in the school's sports centre. It was
brilliant fun once we had got past he safety brief.  Whilst I was paired up
with another lad from our form, Mike spent his time playing basketball.  He
was a team player where as I was more of an individual given the chance.
	After lunch Mike and I walked into the local town and had a look
around the shops. We stopped at a jeweller and Mike bought a fine gold
chain. He said it was to keep his ring on when he was playing sport. I
thought it looked a bit too fine for that, but he wouldn't listen to me. We
looked around the record and clothes shops, but nothing really took our
fancy, so we walked back.
	We spent the rest of the afternoon with some of the guys riding
bikes round a sort of scramble track in the woods. It wasn't like the quads
at all. This was far more tiring and not quite as muddy, but fun all the
same. We just made dinner, but that meant missing out on a shower which we
made up for it after dinner though.
	With the door securely locked and the bathroom door closed no one
could tell if we were in or not and that was exactly what we wanted. As we
stepped into the shower Mike put his hand firmly on my behind and pulled me
to him. He was so masterful at times. Our lips met and our tongues started
their dance. Our hands were exploring each others body as we concentrated
on seeing how long we could last before either of us went over the edge.
	Mike's touch was really feather-light and was sending me wild. I
wasn't anywhere near as successful; but then again my lips could do things
his couldn't. I worked my way down his neck and around his shoulder kissing
as I went.  Every time I kissed his hands would waver. The trouble was,
every time his hands wavered my body tingled. We kept this up for over 15
minutes before Mike's hands grasped my steel like erection and he started
to make me suffer with pure pleasure. In return, I started to tease his
behind. I slowly massaged my way round the outside of his bum working my
way slowly to the centre. With the help of a little soap my fingers worked
their magic within my lover.
	He was so horny now I really wanted him inside me, but he wanted to
hold off a bit longer. I took things into my own hands and plunged into his
hidden depths. After only a few seconds my body tensed as my muscles
spasmed time and again. I needed to keep going and try as I did; I simply
shrivelled and fell out. Mike gloated for a moment before I fell to my
knees and blew him until his toes curled up. The only trouble was I had to
catch him as his knees buckled. I did my best, but we both ended up in a
heap on the shower floor.
	With Mike now on the same level of pleasure as me, I started to
kiss his chest and tease his nipples cruelly. He barely had the strength to
lift his arms as I took him up to new heights of pleasure before his
muscles went into spasm again. All he could do was groan and sigh as his
orgasm swept over him. I decided that "if you can't beat them, join them"
and with a little help from Mrs Palm and her five daughters I sent myself
into the land of orgasms.
	The shower had automatically shut off when we awoke a couple of
hours later to the sound of someone banging on the door to our room. My
heart raced as I hit the button for the shower and filled the room up with
steam. With our excuse in place I answered the door. Tom and the House
Master stood there. Neither was very pleased about being kept waiting. I
explained about the shower and as Mike came out the steam reinforced my
explanation. Tom gave me a subtle knowing smile without the House Master
seeing it. It was past lights out by now and both Mike and I had earned a
DT for our failure to keep to the rules.
	The trouble with DT's, detentions you might call them is that they
always seem to happen at the most inopportune times. Ours was set for
Monday evening. We were both supposed to be attending a briefing regarding
the visitors that we would be looking after for the rest of the week. We
had to seek the compromise. We both had the same idea at the same
time. Tom! He knew the House Master better than anyone else, except may be
his wife. He'd know how to get round him.
	We talked to Tom at breakfast and pretty soon the House Master
changed it to lunchtime DT. These were usually reserved for daisies, day
pupils that is.  The morning went just like any other and after grabbing a
quick bit of lunch we headed off to DT. It wasn't too bad. We sat there for
an hour writing a synopsis of Act 1 of A Mid-Summer Nights Dream. It was
done now and we were allowed to leave.
	We dashed off to change for sport and soon found ourselves out on
the athletics track. At last, I had my chance to outshine Mike in a
sport. He thrashed me over 100 and 200 metres, but his distance running was
crap. I not only thrashed him; I got picked for the School team too! Why
can't I learn to be more careful? We headed back to the room and grabbed
our shower kit and clothes. We had no water due to the refurbishment and we
had to use the main third form showers.
	We got undressed and Mike took his ring off, leaving it with his
clothes.  There wasn't a problem with that. No one would dare touch
it. Thieves weren't tolerated by anyone and as a consequence no one dared
to even be suspected. Anyway, when we came out of the shower one of the
fourth formers was looking at Mike's ring.  Again, no problem until he read
the inscription out loud. That caused a stir, I can tell you. A lot of the
guys in there didn't know us very well and a bit of piss taking started.  I
could see Mike was starting to boil over. I was getting scared of what he
might do. As it was, he grabbed his clothes, snatched his ring back and
bolted for the door!
	It was then that a lad from our form really tore in to the older
guy from another form. I was really shocked! I never expected anyone to
stand up for us like he did. He was magnificent!
	"You lot are a bunch of homophobic hypocrites!" The lad yelled. "I
bet everyone in here has had some sort of sexual contact with another guy!
If only you had the guts to admit it!" The lad stopped to let this sink
in. "Who gives a shit what they get up to? They both know what they want
and where to find it!" The lad turned to face the third formers.
	"As for you lot. You're nothing but a bunch of cowards! You stand
there and let those, those homophobes insult one of your friend to the
point where he is forced to run out crying! Not one of you tried to defend
him or even help him. Call yourselves his friends? I am glad you're not my
FRIENDS!" The lad was calming down a bit now and sat on the bench looking
around at everyone. They stared back at him speechless and in some case
looked ashamed of themselves.
	"It's up to us to help our friends, not let them down when they
need us. I don't know these two guys very well, but I do know that they
aren't out to screw everything in trousers. They keep themselves and their
relationship to themselves. What's more, I'll lay odd that it's not because
they are ashamed of who and what they are, but because they are afraid of
what you lot will do and say." The lad looked at me and I simply nodded in
agreement with what he had said. He was right! I must remember to talk to
this guy sometime. I could learn a thing or two from him, but my priority
now was Mike.
	I dressed quickly and ran back to our room. It defeated the point
of showering really. When I got there, it was obvious that Mike had been
there, his kit was literally flung all over the place and he was gone. I
looked everywhere for him, not a sign. I tried the chapel out of
desperation and there he was. Sitting right at the front with his head in
his hands, sobbing.
	I sat down beside Mike and pulled him to me. He had tear streaks
running down his face. The whole situation had really got to him. What
worried me was the comments weren't really that bad. Had this been
bothering him for a while? Why hadn't he said something?
	"Oh Ed." Mike said as he hugged me tighter. "I love you so much
that I couldn't talk to you about this. I just couldn't."
	"We are one! Your problems are mine too." I told Mike.
	"How's that?"
	"Well, you are obviously worried about something and by not talking
to me I am now worried about you. You nearly exploded back there and then
ran off.  Why?"
	"When that kid read out your inscription I realised that we were
now out, in public and the world would know about us. Then those other
donkeys started to take the piss. If I hadn't left, I'd have killed
someone."
	"Ok, but why wait until things got too much? You should have said
something before about what you were feeling. I'd have understood."
	"I know, but what could you have done about the way other people
see us, about how they act around us, how they treat us? Nothing."
	"I could have been more careful about how I acted, about how open I
was about our relationship. My problem is I love you so much that I want
the world to know how I feel about you."
	"Yes, but that wouldn't have stopped what happened just now would
it?"
	"No. I could have prevented it though by not having had such an
obvious inscription put inside your ring." I rested my head on Mike's
shoulder. He was breathing fast and was obviously still frightened.
	"Look Mike, I may not be able to put the world to rights, but I can
help make our little bit of it better, but you have to talk to me or how
can I even start?"
	"I know Ed. I'm sorry, but I didn't want to burden you. After all
you have been through so much recently."
	"That's no excuse. You have also been through a lot too. Now tell
me all about it love."
	Mike started to pour his heart out to me. He told me about his
worries and fears about when we came out to our friends and about how the
other guys at school would react when they found out. I shared some of
these worries too and told him so. He only responded that I would hide
behind "daddies money". This shocked me too the core. I grabbed him by the
shoulders and shook him.
	"Don't you ever say that to me again Mike! I have done my best to
share everything I have with you and you throw that at me!" Tears started
to creep down my face. Why was he saying these things to me? Was he trying
to hurt me?
	"I love you Ed, but you get everything you ever wanted and more
besides.  What do I have? Nothing! I am just a kid from the gutter of
life. Let's face it.  I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for your father. He
even got me into the same form as you, the same room even. My dad could
never have done that."
	"No! Don't say that! It's true that I have been given almost
everything I have ever asked for, but it was to fill the gap left by my
mother when she died. Not because I am some sort of spoiled brat! The only
thing I ever really wanted was to be loved and money can't buy that. You
give it freely to me and I to you. It doesn't make any difference whether
you are the richest or the poorest man in the world. I would love you the
same."  Mike put his hands on the ends of my shoulders and pulled me to
him. We both cried freely and unashamedly now as we hugged each other
tight.
	"Sorry Ed. I didn't want to disappoint you."
	I was horrified that he had bottled up so much so that he wouldn't
disappoint me!  Disappoint me? How the hell could he do that? We are a
couple I reminded him. We help each other and look after each other. I took
a few breaths and calmed down a bit.
	"You haven't Mike. But you can do me one big favour. In future talk
to me.  Don't bottle it up. Unless of course you are going to sell it."
	The chapel door creaked and I glanced over my shoulder. It was some
of the lads from our form. They didn't say anything at first, but sat close
to us. It was like a show of solidarity.
	"We guessed that you would come here. We don't know what the
problem is, but I think it's to do with who you are and how you feel about
each other. That doesn't matter to any of us! All we care about is that our
friends are ok. We're sorry for not standing up for you just now, but we
weren't sure how you wanted to handle it. As it was, that third former
really made us feel very small after the way we let you down. Will you
forgive us?" Said one of the group whilst the others nodded their agreement
with what he was saying. "Let's face it. All of us have been doing pretty
much the same thing for years. It's only the reasons that are different.
	"Ok." I said without releasing my hug with Mike.
	This cheered Mike up sufficiently to almost bring a smile to his
lips. I wanted to kiss him then and there, but decided it might not be such
a good idea. Mike took this decision away from me and right in front of our
friends gave me kiss on the lips that said he was sorry too. I replied in
the same way.
	We all left the chapel together and went for dinner. During dinner,
Mike let the guys have a look at his ring. He seemed proud now that our
friends were taking an active interest in us. Nothing nasty or clandestine,
but a genuine interest.
	"You know guys, that explains why Mike and Edward always act funny
around each other and even more so when they're apart." Said one of our
friends. A point I agreed with after our last separation at school.

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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.