Date: Wed, 06 Oct 1999 00:37:16 GMT
From: TellerOf Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rich Kid part 4

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 4 The Tyrant

	I scurried under the bedclothes as fast as I could as the maid started
walking into the bedroom. Mike tried to make it look as though there was
only him in the bed. We only just made it too. I could hear the muffled
sounds of Mike and the maid talking, but that was about all. Suddenly Mike's
temperature rocketed. What had happened?
	The blankets lifted and I could quite clearly see a red faced Mike staring
back at me. I couldn't help but laugh. Try as I did to hold it back; it
burst from me like an express train from a tunnel. Moments later, Mike burst
out laughing too. When we eventually stopped laughing I managed to ask Mike
what made him go red.
	"It was your feet sticking out of the bottom of the bed and the maid
commented about how I had grown since she last saw me." We both started
laughing again. There was an ominous knock at my bedroom door now. I slid
out of bed quickly and into the bathroom. Luckily the door was closed so I
claimed to be having a pee or something. There was one huge flaw in my plan,
my bed hadn't been slept in. This dawned on me when I returned to my room to
find father sitting on my bed.
	"Don't worry." He said. "I know boys like to experiment." He continued, but
added "with all kinds of things" as an after thought.
	"Thanks father." I replied as I sat beside him and hugged him tight. Thank
heaven he didn't know how I really felt.
	"You know son, it's quite natural especially as you don't have any brothers
and sisters of your own." Mike came out through the bathroom door dressed in
a robe. I guessed he wasn't wearing anything underneath and a lump appeared
in the front of my towel. I saw father glance down and then look at me
straight in the eye. Mike saw him too and went red as he turned away.
	"Just a minute young man." Father said. It wasn't a stern tone, but it
wasn't familiar either. I felt a sense of foreboding and I didn't like it.
"Sit by me Mike." Father continued as he patted the bed on the other side of
him. Mike sat like an obedient dog.
	"As I have just told Edward, I don't mind you lads experimenting, but let's
keep things in proportion shall we." He looked at me first and then Mike. We
both went very red. Father's reaction really caught me by surprise. He
simply wrapped his arms around both of us and pulled us into a hug. Then he
kissed us both on the forehead.
	"Last one in the pool is a sissy!" He whispered to us. Mike darted back to
his room and father and I shot out of my bedroom door. Needless to say, Mike
was last. He had grabbed his swimming shorts and had to ask directions to
the indoor pool. He felt a right twit when he arrived and saw that we were
skinny dipping. Before he realised what was happening to him, father and I
had pulled him into the pool and whipped his shorts off. He got his own back
on me by ducking me under a couple of times, but try as hard as he did, he
couldn't get one over on my father. I never did either, so there was no
reason why he should.
	We played around in the pool for about an hour. Father really was making an
effort to spend time with me. The fact that Mike was there too didn't make
any difference. I did how ever notice that he was treating us both the same.
I guess it was just his way of being fair.
	Father left us and Mike and I took five minutes out just lounging around on
the pool side. It was great to be able to relax with a very dear friend and
be yourself without having to worry about the servants blundering in. Father
saw to it that the subtle "do not disturb" style marker was on the door
handle. Needless to say, Mike took advantage of the situation and grasped me
with a firm grip and pretty soon, I filled his whole fist. I think it was
the thrill of being alone with Mike and knowing that father knew pretty well
what we had been doing gave me such a powerful erection. Mike hated waste
and pretty soon he was working me in to such a pleasure-haze that we had
some cleaning up to do. I didn't get the chance to return the favour because
he dumped me in the deep end and the sudden sinking feeling it caused in me
brought me crashing back to earth with a violent bump as I hit the bottom.
In the mean time, Mike had left and returned to his room.
	By the time I got upstairs, Mike was fully dressed and surfing the net on
my computer. I crept up behind him with the intention of making him jump,
but no. I forgot about the reflection on the screen.
	"Let's go in to town and have a look around the shops." Mike suggested.
	"Certainly. I'll get a driver to take us in." I replied.
	"I've got a better idea. We can cycle to my place and get the bus from the
village."
	"Bus?" I asked.
	"Sure, why not?"
	"I've never been on the bus before." I was slightly scared by this new
adventure Mike was suggesting. "You'll have to show me what to do." I
continued.
	"Sure. No problem. The trouble is, I don't have my bike with me."
	"I'll give you a backey on mine."
	"A what?" Mike asked.
	"You sit on my saddle and I will stand up and peddle." I explained.
	"Great!" With that I dressed and we headed off to the garage and got my
bike out. I had seen it done several times, but had never done it myself and
consequently Mike ended up peddling me. We had some near misses and some
great laughs especially when he sat on my lap and the inevitable happened.
	Eventually we arrived at Mike's house. Carefully he locked my mountain bike
up in their shed and we headed off to the bus stop. We had to run the last
bit as the bus came around the distant bend as we came around the near bend
in the road. I slipped Mike some money and he bought our tickets. The back
seat was empty so we sat there. It was great. No one could see what we were
doing and I took the opportunity to get my own back on him. I took hold of
his pride and joy and squeezed it gently. It only took a moment for me to
generate a huge lump in the front of his jeans. The bus juddered to a halt
and some more boys got on.
	"Hi Mike!" One of them shouted. Mike instantly turned red and slapped my
hand away.
	"Hi guys. How's it hangin'?" He shouted back, then he realised what he had
said and turned red again. The boys all came and sat at the back with us and
Mike did the introductions. He told them my name was Eddy. I was about to
say something when he nudged my leg. I kept quiet hoping they would like me.
The one thing that caught me unawares was when I noticed just how cute one
of his friends was, not as good looking as Mike, but cute enough. We spent
best part of the afternoon in town and when we got back to Mike's he got our
bikes out and we cycled back home.
	As we went in through the front door, the butler asked us to go into the
parlour. We did and much to our surprise, Mike's parents and my father were
sat talking. Mike gave his mum a hug as I gave father one. It turned out
that that they were discussing Mike's schooling. Virtually everything had
been decided except for my father insisting on hearing Mike's views on the
subject. It was something that Mike and I hadn't discussed and I was nervous
about what he would say.
	"Well," Mike began, "for me to get a into university on the courses I need,
I have to get excellent results. So I need the best schooling I can get. So
I am definitely in favour of having a home tutor." Somehow, I think Mike
missed the point. The home tutor was only an interim measure until we could
get into school.
	"Mike, the home tutor isn't a permanent thing." Father began. "It is to
keep your education going until we can get you into a boarding school."
Mike's expression dropped. "If what I have been told is correct and you want
to become an architect, I agree you need a damn good education and that is
only available at boarding school."
	"But that would mean leaving everyone behind." Mike said emotionally.
	"You would be at the same school as Edward, so you wouldn't be alone."
Father replied.
	"Yes Mike. We would be together almost all the time." I added
enthusiastically. Looking around, I could see that Mike's father was keen on
the idea, but his mother looked uncertain. I think she was afraid of loosing
her little boy.
	"We still have a little while before we have to decide about boarding
school, but the tutor stars on Tuesday when the boys would have been
starting back at school." Father stated.
	"Father." I interrupted. "As a sort of trial, if Mike were to stop here
with us it would give him a taste of what boarding school is like. I have
seen the program for the weeks lessons and combine that with living away
from home for him and it would be a fairly similar experience."
	"That's a good idea." Mike's mother said. "At least he wouldn't be too far
from him if it didn't work out."
	"Well Mike. What do you think?" Mike's father asked.
	"I'll give it a try." Mike said looking at me and smiling.
	"Good that's settled." Father concluded.
	"Boarders report on Monday afternoon." Came a voice from the back of the
room. Neither Mike nor I had seen the tutor sitting by the window. With that
more coffee was served.
	"Father, may Mike and I be excused?" I asked.
	"Yes. Both of you go with Mr Samuels. He has a job for you."
	"Yes father." I was trying to accept that Mike and I weren't going to get
the freedom we had expected. It was turning into a boarding school already.
	Mr Samuels lead us up to the family floor where Mike and I had out rooms.
Instead of turning towards my room, he opened a door opposite and we
entered. It looked just like a classroom, but only had three desks. I
assumed it was one each. The shelves on the walls were currently empty, but
boxes of books were ready to be placed on the shelves. As it turned out,
this was our job and Mr Samuels kept us at it for over an hour. We had a
look at our desks. They were similar to those found in offices, but these
had a sloping part set in to them for the PC screen and chairs that spun and
were fully adjustable. Father had really gone to town when he bought all of
the study room furniture.
	I fired up my computer whilst Mr Samuels helped Mike. He wasn't as familiar
with them as I and I soon discovered that they were linked into the network
with Internet access. There was hope yet. I watched Mr Samuels walk to his
desk and start tapping away on his keyboard.
	"Michael. Use your mouse and left click on the OK button. Edward, surfing
during class time isn't allowed." I got that dreaded explorer error. It was
then that I realised he could see exactly what we were doing on our screens
from his screen. My heart sank. There was a knock at the door and the maid
entered, spoke to Mr Samuels and left.
	"Right boys, you need to shower before dinner which will be served at seven
sharp. Don't be late." Mr Samuels stated in his school master voice.
	"Thank you sir." Mike said as he stood up and started to leave. I stood up.
	"Edward. Haven't you forgotten something?" Mr Samuels said to me.
	"Thank you sir." I said mockingly.
	"Come here boy!" He responded. I ambled across the room to his desk and
stood by the side of it. "Stand in front! Get your hands out of your pockets
and stand up straight." I did as I was told reluctantly.
	"When you are in here, you maintain the standards I set. You are no longer
the spoiled rich kid, just another pupil. Do I make myself clear?" Mr
Samuels asked me.
	"Yes sir." I said reluctantly.
	"Good. Now go and get ready for dinner." I turned and left. "Shut the door
behind you!" He yelled after me. I closed it as my heart sank still further.
I met Mike in my room. He was sitting on my bed waiting for me.
	"He seems ok." Mike said.
	"He's a bloody tyrant!" I replied.
	"I heard that!" Came a voice from outside in the hall. I ignored it.
	"Well he is. He looked so sheepish when we met him last time." I added.
	"He was trying to get a job last time. He's got it now so he can drop the
facade and get on with his job."
	"Whose side are you on?" I asked. Mike's attitude towards the tyrant
annoyed me.
	"Mine. I have always wanted to be an architect and I will do whatever I
have to to achieve my aim." It was Mike's turn to get annoyed.
	"Half past six." I said changing the subject. "Do you want to shower first
or second?" I asked.
	"Second." Mike replied gesturing that the door was still open.
	"Ok." I said as I caught his meaning, stood up and closed the door. By the
time I had turned my back to Mike, he had started undressing. In no time at
all, we were both naked and in the shower together. Despite our little
verbal altercation, we were still as close as ever. Mike proved that when he
started massaging my back in that truly sensual way of his. Before long we
were both sporting scaffold poles that were jousting as we soaped and
massaged each others body's. We both jumped. There was a loud banging on the
bathroom door.
	"Get a move on you two delinquents. It's five to seven!" It was Mr Samuels
voice.
	"Sir!" I yelled in acknowledgement. We both dashed around like loonies for
the next couple of minutes, but made it down to dinner with a minute to
spare. As we entered the dining room, I noticed the layout of the room had
been changed. The main dining table had been moved closer to the door and
there were three places set. At the other end of the room there was a
smaller dining table which also had three places set.
	"Go down to the far end and stand by your place." Mr Samuels stated. We
stood for a few moments while father and Mike's parents came in and sat at
the main dining table.
	"Sit." Samuels ordered. I guessed this was how he wanted it to be. I was
determined that this dictator wasn't going to ruin my home life as well as
rule my school life while we were studying here.
	Throughout dinner, Samuels seemed to keep picking on Mike. "Use this fork
for this and that knife for that." Jesus, doesn't he ever give up, I
thought. The maid started clearing away the plates from the first course. I
handed her a small note addressed to father.
	"Show me that." Samuels said quietly to her. She looked at me and handed
him the note.
	"You will see me after dinner." He said sternly to me.
	"No I will not." I replied a little louder.
	"Whilst you are in this house, you will maintain the minimum standards of
manners and etiquette!"
	I paused to regain my composure as my anger threatened to reduce me to what
I would describe as "HIS" level. "This house has certain rules and
procedures that need to be adhered to by ALL OF US!" I stated.
	"Is there a problem MR Samuels?" Father asked.
	"Yes Father." I replied before Samuels had a chance.
	"We will meet in my office after dinner." Father answered and gave me a
stern look. I knew I was in trouble for disturbing the meal, but if I had my
way, Samuels would get his marching orders! I had set a collision course
with Samuels and I was damn sure he was going to come off worst.
	I met father in his office after dinner. I got a sound telling off for
disrupting dinner before I had the opportunity to talk to father about
Samuels. I stated my case calmly and succinctly. I knew too well how father
did business. All father said was "I'll have a word with him." That didn't
sound to encouraging to me. The one thing that really annoyed, no, angered
me during my discussion with father was his statement that "Mr Samuels is to
be obeyed." Unfortunately, I am too much like my father and used to getting
my own way and laid my cards on the table when I stated that "Samuels will
leave this house one way or another". As a consequence, I have to see father
tomorrow morning to continue the discussion.
	Samuels was waiting for me as I left father's office. He started trying to
order me about. I totally ignored him. That jumped up, over grown tyrant
wasn't due to start work until Monday morning, this was Saturday evening.
	A hand grabbed me by the arm and spun me around. "Don't ever do that to me
again!" Samuels shouted at me. I kept my composure.
	"Pass. Show me your pass!" I demanded. He couldn't, so I hit the button
discretely placed on the wall. Within seconds, security was swarming all
over the place. The duty manager turned to me.
	"What's the problem Master Edward?"
	"This person doesn't have his pass on him." I stated. That was enough for
them. Samuels was dragged off forcefully to the security office. He had
broken the golden rule of the house.
	I found Mike in the family room, took him upstairs to change and filled him
in with what had been going on before calling the driver's room and ordering
a car. Mike was astonished. The car took us to the local bowling alley. Even
the driver joined in after I had instructed him to do so. It was a great
night. I did however take the precaution of switching the mobile phone off
whilst in the car.
	I found out from Mike that he was distinctly disturbed about how I had
dealt with Samuels. It took a little wheedling out of him, but he was scared
that I would do the same to him if I didn't get my own way despite my
assurances to the contrary. In the end, I gave him a quick kiss in the
toilets at the alley which took his mind off of the subject. He was a little
embarrassed, but got one hell of a thrill out of it the same as I did.
	When we got home, all hell had broken loose. All anyone knew was that I had
ordered a car and we had gone out. With the mobile switched off, which was a
no-no any way, they had no way of checking we were alright. Consequently I
was grounded, which meant a total loss of privileges in this case, until
father saw fit to restore them. Samuels was totally ignoring me, yipee! At
least I had got something right. Unfortunately, Mike went home that night at
father's insistence.
	I was totally alone. No one to talk to, I felt really dejected so I turned
to the Internet to see if I could find someone to chat to. Shit! Even that
had been disabled. I tried to phone Mike, but my outside line had been
switched off. I grabbed a coat and a personal locator as I left the house. I
wandered the grounds for over an hour before I finished up at the beech. The
same beech I had met Mike at. I sat down on a log and cried my heart out.
Despite all that had happened, the thing that hurt me most was being away
from Mike.
	The personal locator beeped which showed that it was being interrogated.
Someone wanted to know where I was. I flicked it in to what I called "piss
off" mode. Really it was labelled as "do not disturb", but my definition was
more appropriate just at that moment. Suddenly I had a thought. To my father
it would cause great annoyance, but what the hell, he was never there for me
except when I was in trouble. I slipped the locator out of my pocket and set
it down on the log, stood up and walked away from it along the track that
Mike had used when he came in for a swim that first day.
	 I scaled the wall and was free. Free of the bonds of my world even if it
was only for a short while. I eventually found myself at Mike's. I knew it
would be amongst the first places they would look for me so I hid in his
garden shed. The key was hidden, but Mike showed me where to find it. It
also gave me a good view of his front door, so I could see when security
came to check and see if I was there. Sure enough, 10 minutes later there
they were. Mike's dad let them in and they left five minutes later.
	I let myself out of the shed and locked it up again. I crept around the
side of the house only to be startled by Mike as he climbed out of his
bedroom window. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. Quickly
he explained what had been said to his family. Apparently, some animal
rights group had threatened father about kidnapping me in an attempt to get
his company to stop using animals to test their drugs and things. I didn't
know that or my actions might have been different. Mike led me off to where
he and some of his friends had made a camp. On the way, we passed a phone
box and I insisted that I phone the house and let them know I was ok. I
remembered to dial the numbers that would withhold the number I was calling
from so they couldn't tell where I was.
	Mike showed me his camp and we climbed inside. It was really great. It was
dry and warm and well hidden. I pulled Mike down onto the leaf covered floor
and hugged him for all I was worth. He agreed with why I had left the house,
but not with how I had done it. That didn't make any difference to me
though. All that was important was that I was with Mike.
	Before long our embrace became very passionate and our clothes were slowly
but surely discarded. Our hands explored every inch of each others bodies
and our boyhoods prepared for action. Knowing the risk that Mike was taking
by just being with me at the moment, I decided to try something I had only
ever seen done before. I kissed my way down his chest and as I reached my
primary target, slid the skin back and took him in my mouth. I did my best
for him and pretty soon he rewarded me with all he had to offer.
	Mike just lay there totally exhausted as I kissed my way back up and lay
beside him hugging him tightly. He wasn't ready yet to do the same for me so
using his hand, he lead me to an earth shattering climax. We just lay there
again for a few minutes before we decided it was too risky for him to get
caught with me. We arranged for him to meet me the following morning before
I went to face the music. All I told him was that he would meet me as he
cycled over to my place. We dressed and he left. What he didn't know was
that I followed him almost all the way home and slept in his shed for the
rest of the night.
	My plan to keep him out of trouble worked a treat. His father found me
asleep in their shed as I had planned and both him and Mike drove me home.
The one thing I didn't find out until later that Mike too had been missed
while we were out together, but he convinced them that he thought he knew
where I might be and went to look for me there.
	When I returned from father's office, Mike was sat on my bed waiting for
me. He could see I had been crying and tried desperately hard to find out
why. I didn't want to tell him because I was so ashamed and embarrassed. It
wasn't until he put his hand on my behind that he found out what had
happened. Father wasn't usually a violent man. He preferred to use the law
rather than risk his reputation, but with me it was now different.
Reluctantly I showed Mike my very red behind.
	"That's what happens to unruly boys who don't respect their elders." Came a
voice through the now open door.
	"GET OUT!" I yelled as I threw my alarm clock at Samuels. I tried to run
over and close the door on him, but insult was added to injury when I
tripped over my trousers that were now around my ankles and fell headlong
across the floor. I burst into tears again. I saw a shape move across the
room towards the door, but my tears kept the real world in a blur. There was
a loud smacking sound and a dull thud followed by the door slamming.
	Mike picked me up, finished undressing me and put me to bed. He lay on the
bed with me as I fell into the land of nod. I awoke what felt like several
hours later, Mike was fast asleep in the chair that was now by the bed.
Everything was quiet apart from the gently sound of him breathing. He
stirred and realised I was now awake. He moved over and sat on the side of
the bed brushing my hair out of my eyes and whispering gently to me how he
loved me and how we wouldn't have any more trouble with Mr Samuels. He
picked up the phone and shortly afterwards a breakfast tray appeared with
food for two.
	"Master Michael. Most of the staff thought what you did to that horrid
Samuels man was really great! He'd been nothing but a nuisance ever since he
arrived. Good on you sir." The maid said before turning and leaving us.
	"What have you been up to?" I asked Mike.
	"Nothing much, but Samuels has left the house." Mike replied. He looked
embarrassed too.
	"So what did you do?" I asked with a mouth full of food.
	"When he barged in yesterday morning, you told him where to get off, but he
just stood in the doorway laughing, so I smacked him one in the guts and put
him on his arse in the hall before locking the door on him." I sat straight
up sending the cereal everywhere as I wrapped my arms around Mike and
hugging him long and hard. "He complained to your dad who came and asked me
what had happened. Any way, to cut a long story short, he was paid off and
has now left the house. So now we are stuck without a tutor."
	"No problems there. Pass me the phone please." I replied with a beaming
smile all over my face.
	Quickly I dialed the switchboard and asked for a number. I was connected
and spoke to an old headmaster of mine. He had retired recently, but hinted
hat if I ever needed a tutor or extra lessons I was to give him a call. The
best bit was that he had already been cleared to work with me. I explained
the situation to him and gave him father's direct line number, not that he
needed it.
	About an hour later, father came in, after knocking now that I had my
personal body guard with me, and told me I was a chip off the old block, a
right little schemer and a real monkey. He told us both that school would
start on Wednesday morning after a slight hick-up.
	Mike went on to tell me that it was now Monday lunch time and that he had
moved his things in ready for his tutoring to start. I had totally forgotten
that father was there too when I hugged Mike tight and kissed him on the
lips. It was only father clearing his throat and a red faced Mike that
reminded me. Father looked serious.
	"You're going to tell me that you're not just experimenting aren't you?" He
said nervously. It was the first time I could ever remember father being
nervous about anything.
	"Sorry father, do you mind about us?" I had totally forgotten about Mike's
feelings until he put his arm around my shoulders and squeezed me tight.
	"I don't like it. However, there is nothing I can do to change nature. All
I hope is that it is a passing phase." He paused and took a deep breath.
"Does Mr Jones know about the two of you yet?" Mike blanched.
	"I don't know sir." Mike said his fear was obvious in his voice.
	"Very well. Let's leave it like that for the time being." Father said using
his business voice. He usually did when he wanted to hide his feelings.
	"He's caught us kissing though." Mike added now that his self-confidence
was starting to return.
	"What did he say?" Father still asked using his business voice.
	"Nothing. He just turned and left us." Mike replied.
	"Sorry lads. I must talk to him about this situation." Father turned and
left us.
	"What's he likely to do Mike?" I asked urgently.
	"I don't know. He's always been making jokes about me not bringing girls
home though. He may have known for while. On the other hand, he may not have
even guessed until the other weekend. He hasn't said anything to me at all."
	During the next couple of days, Mr Jones said nothing to either of us apart
from being polite that is. Before we knew what was happening it was 8:30am
on Wednesday morning and Mr Steven Grey Ph D, M Ed and a whole host of other
letters was stood behind his desk talking to us. He had also re-arranged the
classroom too. It was much less formal and more conducive to working in. At
10, when we stopped for our first break, both Mike and I agreed that his
approach was far superior to the dictator's despite his standards being just
as high. Learning was going to be fun!
	Lunch was far less formal and all three sat at the small dining table
having served ourselves off of a hostess trolley. For a tutor, he was almost
human in the classroom and jovial and friendly out of it. What neither of us
had realised was that there was an entrance exam to prepare for in about
three weeks time. The school Mike and I were put up for doesn't usually
accept borders mid-year, but father's company was a major sponsor of the
school and they had made that one exception.
	All in all, Mr Grey's first day as our tutor was brilliant. Both Mike and I
really worked for him, not because he made us, but because we wanted to. To
me this was the sign of a great leader! The one thing Mike found hard was
Prep. It meant studying from 6 until 7:15 every night, but I didn't doubt he
would get used to it.
	The rest of that week went well apart from our trip to the local
comprehensive school for our Phys Ed lesson. Being the Autumn term meant
rugby! A game I hated. Mike loved it and really excelled especially when he
found he was indeed in with his old classmates. Showering after the lesson
was a little strange to me too. I couldn't get used to showering with 30 –
35 other boys. At my old school, we went back to our dorm showers and this
meant there were no more than five or six of you showering in the same
place. Mind you, it did give me a chance to eye-up the cutie I had met on
the bus. That is until Mike flicked my bear bum with the end of his towel. I
discovered later that he was jealous.
	Mr Grey was no where as intrusive as the tyrant and pretty much left us
alone although he did develop the knack of appearing when it was most
inconvenient. Like just after you had stepped out of the shower.
Fortunately, he hadn't caught us both in the same shower at the same time,
yet. Mike and I had agreed to separate beds during the week as we both had
our aims in life to achieve, Mike's to be an architect and mine to take over
the business from father in the same way he had from his father.
	Friday nights developed into a wrestling match in more ways than one. You
see, Mike's character had benefited from being with me and was now much
stronger and rather than fight for supremacy all the time, we used verbal
sparing to start with then a kind of wrestling. The wrestling was great fun.
Three falls and you were the under-dog, the naked under-dog for the night.
This meant the other was your master so to speak and you basically had to do
as you were told.
	As it was, I was beaten tonight and Mike had plans for us, but first he
insisted that we go out for a jog around the ground before using the
multi-gym down in the fitness room. I was not allowed underwear and jogging
soon had my motor running, shall we say. We only ran around three miles, but
it was enough for me. By the time we got to the fitness room I had an idea
what Mike was planning. He made me run up to my room and get the digital
camera. With MTV on in the background, we started our workout. Or rather I
started mine while Mike took pictures.
	The pictures started out quite harmlessly, but as the training session
progressed, so the pictures got more adventurous. By the end of the session,
Mike had nearly 60 pictures of me. Quite a few were peering up the leg of my
shorts and in some cases my shorts were off altogether. It was quite
exciting, but quite risky too.
	When we got back to our rooms, Mike made me undress then undress him. He
wanted a massage. This was my chance to even the score with him for the
photos earlier. I got a towel from the bathroom and laid in on the floor in
the middle of the room, Mike lay down on it and I started massaging the back
of his shoulders. Something didn't feel right, so I fetched the bottle of
baby oil from the bathroom and everything was perfect after that. Within a
few minutes he was like putty in my hands.	I oiled his skin as I massaged my
way down his back. In front of me now where to large white muscles begging
for me to work on them. I did, and what a great job I made of them even if I
do have to say it myself. They were not only the easiest muscles to work on,
but the most enjoyable. All Mike could do was groan with pleasure as I
relieved his aching body of its stress and replace it with a yearning to be
handled. Talking of which, there was one part of my body that longed to be
handled too, but at the moment, it would prove to be too dangerous to even
touch it let alone give it a massage like Mike was getting.
	"I see you haven't lost your touch Edward." Mr Grey said as he came in to
my room. "Mr Walters did a good job teaching you. He never did say though,
who you practised on."
	"No Sir. I used anyone that would let me." I lied, Mr Walters was young
slim and muscular and his body responded well to a good massage. The one
thing I never did understand was why I always had to practice naked.
	"The only improvement I would suggest is that you wear shorts next time. It
will stop people getting the wrong idea. Good night boys." Mr Grey said.
	"Goodnight sir." We both replied in unison.
	I started to laugh. Mike had gone red. Not only his face, but his neck too.
The funny thing was that it seemed to be spreading down his back, but might
just have been where I had massaged him. I finished off by massaging his
legs and feet. With a slap on his beautiful white behind, he turned over and
I repeated the process starting at the top of his chest and working down. I
skipped the best bit and left it until last because I knew it would need far
more attention than the rest of him.
	I started on the best bit. Slowly and gently I worked his flesh up and down
revealing the taught shiny skin with each downward movement of my hands.
Mike was really starting to groan now as his pleasure levels rocketed. I
changed my position and sat on his chest after oiling my behind and as I
worked his flesh up and down, I slid backward and forward on his chest. This
was really making me run hot, but Mike was nearing boiling point when he
begged me to stop. Time and again he begged me, time and again I ignored his
pleas until the geyser erupted spewing forth all over us both. What a sight!
It was magnificent!
	I let Mike rest on the floor for a while before I half led, half carried
him into the shower. He stood there like a rag doll. If I hadn't propped him
up he would have slumped down into the bottom of the shower. I really felt
good knowing that I had given my very, very best friend the best massage I
could give him.
	That  momentary burst of cold water from the shower revived him instantly
before the hot ran through when he started his own massage technique on me.
Just at that moment, I couldn't think of any one I would rather be with.
God, how I loved him.
	We went to bed early that night. Mike slept right through until nine the
next morning. I, on the other hand, got up at about 11:30 and saw Mr Grey's
light on. After slipping on my shorts, I spoke to him and he told me he
couldn't sleep. I told him that a massage would help relax him and he
accepted my offer. It was really hard work as Mr Grey was always fidgeting
and moving around. Nothing happened between us apart from him wanting the
"full works" which meant almost all of his body. It only excluded the area
covered by his white baggy underpants. When I had finished, he felt much
more relaxed, so I went back to bed showering first though. Giving someone a
massage is really hard work when you're my age.
	Mike awoke first the following morning and greeted me with breakfast in
bed. He had caused quite a stir wearing his bathrobe down to the kitchen
especially as I had hidden the belt several nights earlier so he couldn't
tie me to the chair again.
	We were both sitting there eating breakfast in bed when father came in. It
appeared that Mike had inadvertently given one of the maids a glimpse of he
future shall we say and she was disgruntled because he didn't want to follow
up her suggestion. Father took this quite well, but reminded us both that we
must be very careful what the staff saw. After finishing my coffee, he
kissed us both on the forehead and left for his game of golf.
	It was my turn to decide what we were going to do today as Mike had decided
last Saturday. I phoned the driver's room and ordered a car. When we were
dressed, we headed out to the car and headed off to London for the day. It
meant we had to keep the chauffeur with us, but that didn't matter. If I
dropped him a tenner, we would have a great report go back to father and
some fun in the process.
	We prowled around Oxford Street for most of the morning including visiting
Gamleys. Mike's eyes nearly popped out of his head! After a shopping spree
in Harrod's, we had a late lunch in the Hard Rock Café before heading home.
It was an expensive day, but all three of us thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
The driver was gob-smacked when we took him to lunch with us.
	After our day in London, Saturday night was much quieter and we slept like
logs. Even the maid took the tray away untouched Sunday morning. We surfaced
around lunch time and after some lunch headed out to the quad bikes. It was
more fun for me now that Mike was getting really quite proficient on the
bike and we flew around the advanced course before heading out into the
woodland. We spent literally hours riding around ducking under low branches
and splashing through puddles. We eventually stopped at the beach. We looked
longingly at each other, but it was too cold for a swim today so we headed
back to the indoor pool. The little marker was on the door handle and so
that idea was completely squashed as father was using the pool with some
business colleagues.
	"Bath time!" Mike announced. It wasn't quite a pool, but it was better than
nothing. Mike headed for our room.
	"No. We'll use this one instead." I said as I dragged Mike off toward one
of the larger guest rooms. It was a much bigger bath than ours and had the
additional benefits of doubling as a Jacuzzi. Those bubbles got every where!
It was the best fun we had had together, excluding sex that is, since I
could remember. It was then that Mike got me. With one hand encasing my gems
he gently pulled me to him and kissed me full on the lips. I responded with
all the passion I could muster.
	"Can I try something new?" Mike asked.
	"Go for it!" I replied with all the enthusiasm of a soccer fan going to
support his team. Very carefully, Mike turned me over onto my back and with
his arms wrapped around my thighs, took all I had to offer into his mouth. I
knew that if I waited patiently he would want to try this especially after
how I made him feel the other night. My mind spun as he worked on me, it was
absolutely brilliant, awesome, oh hell I can't describe exactly how I felt.
I eventually worked my way round and did the same to Mike as he was doing to
me and before too long we were both extremely satisfied with our effort and
both tired out.
	Dinner was a long and drawn out affair that night as we had to eat with
father and his guests. Mike was mistaken for my brother more than once and
neither father nor I made any effort to correct the mistake. It was much
easier that way. Again, we both slept soundly that night and were up in good
time for our lessons to start on the Monday morning.
	Little did we know that our parents were taking us to see a school on the
Wednesday morning and we'd be spending the whole afternoon in class with our
potential peers.

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 Lord Vader for his help
proof reading the story and Trey and Lord Vader for stirring my grey matter
when it needed it. Thanks both of you.