Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 12:51:48 -0500
From: Gary <gary_q@hotmail.com>
Subject: England Swings Chapter 07
England Swings
By Gary_Q
Gary_Q@hotmail.com
The below story is a work of fiction, none of the events described
happened, nor do any of the characters exist. This story contains erotic
and/or sexually explicit behavior between consenting males, both adult and
underage minors. If it is illegal for you to, or you find this sort of
work offensive, don't download or read it!
The author reserves all copyrights to this story, it my be printed,
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reproduction or linking to this story by pay web sites is expressly
forbidden.
Author's Note: Although I said I was back-shelving this story to work on
Patient John Doe, I decided to finish this chapter, that I had started on
before beginning PJD. Partly because I needed some time to work on where
to go with PJD, partly as more ideas of where I wanted Brian's England
adventure to go. Please don't expect rapid installments of this story as
my main thrust is still PJD, but I will work on it, so more will be coming.
How soon, I'm not sure.
Gary
Chapter Seven
We had searched the mall for ten minutes or so when Jock spotted
Eric's mom and sister going into a store, another one of those that
couldn't spell Shop correctly. Eric grabbed my arm as I started toward the
store. He was about to begin his third try at talking me out of asking
her, saying we were in enough trouble already, when Anton and Moe rejoined
us. Eric looked at the small sack Anton was carrying for probably ten
seconds before suggesting we wait for her outside the shop.
We were both shocked when she said Eric could again spend the night at
Anton's as soon as I asked, just giving him an abbreviated version of the
'Just Don't Impose' lecture built into all parents. I took a blind try at
getting her to grant me permission with no success, instead she asked if I
had called my dad yet. I'm sure she saw both our faces melt, and tucked
one of us under each arm.
"Come over here, guys. He wont bite, I promise," she said, leading us
to a public telephone. She picked up the handset, but looked down at her
purse saying, "Guard Shack this is Hotel Romeo, say Zulu two's location."
"Hotel Romeo, I show Two to be in his quarters," a soft voice in her
purse answered.
"Roger that." She dropped a coin into the phone and dialed a number.
She said hello to Elaine asking to speak with The Chief. "Just say hi
Dad," she told me, pushing the phone to my face.
After I stuttered through a couple of tries I finally got enough
coherent words out to tell him what I wanted to do. I was so shocked when
he immediately agreed I didn't answer until he called my name through the
handset several times.
After I thanked him I risked, "Ah, I sorta forgot about the guard
thing, ah, I'm sorry sir,"
"I know, but I think your safe, don't worry about it this time. Hold
on. . . Elaine wants to know what clothes she should send over." I was
still digesting his reaction to today as I said I didn't need any. "Well,
if France breaks off diplomatic relations with us tonight I'll know you ate
supper at the D'Frank's! Have fun, I love you Tiger," he said.
"See?" Eric's mom said, hugging both of us. "Now shoo, you better get
out of here before I decide you should go to church or something," she
added, popping us on our butts. "And wear your headgear!" she added as she
disappeared into the crowd.
"Wow, he isn't too pissed? What did he say?" Eric asked as we walked
back toward our friends.
"He was chilled! Grownups are so weird!" I answered. "Oh, I said we
don't need clothes," I added. We both giggled as I brushed his tight round
melons with my hand.
We walked around the mall for a few more minutes before Jock suggested
we cruise around London and then go somewhere for lunch. We stopped at a
little store and Jock went inside and bought some beer for he and Wayne,
and soft drinks for us. I noticed Wayne wasted no time in downing a couple
of bottles, commenting how much better it tasted then US beer.
We had driven several blocks, somehow all the other nut-cases knowing
to exchange lanes with us, when the driver told Jock something in French
that made everyone pale and look out the back glass. From everyone's
expression I could tell they were not sight-seeing.
"Tout est bien, cela est une automobile am‚‚ricaine d'ambassade
. . It's okay, that is Brian's car," * 1 Eric said.
* 1 All is well, that is an American Embassy Auto
I looked out the back glass again, this time snapping that a black
Jaguar was behind us, the outline of a huge man filling most of the front
seat. "Fuck!" I growled.
"Whatever, it's Kevin, that's chilled!" Eric responded, pulling me
against him.
We drove around London for a few minutes, going by several old castles
and buildings. As we rode, just sightseeing our way around town everyone
but Wayne all but forgot about our tail. He made several comments about
not liking to be followed and why they were harassing me, not accepting
even Jock's explanation.
"Well, I don't like being followed," Wayne snapped between swigs of
beer. "Pull over, I'll straighten their asses out!" Jock managed to calm
him down somewhat, but he still wasn't too happy.
When we stopped at one of the castles I remembered seeing on TV,
because of the dudes in bright red suits and funny hats, reminding me so
much of Westshire. "Wow, they're getting ready to change the guard," Eric
announced, pointing at a group of red coated soldiers marching out a huge
iron gate, two foot tall black fur caps perched on their heads. "They
always walk so funny, like the have a huge woody!" he giggled. "Come on,
let's go watch!"
"Those are the dudes that never smile or stuff, ain't they? I bet I
can make one smile!" I responded.
"Yes, I think Schultz trains them!" Anton giggled.
"What are you gonna bet?" Everyone snickered when I slowly licked my
lips before puckering my them and sucking in on my cheeks.
"No, Brain, you can get in trouble for bothering them," Jock called
after us as Moe, Anton, Eric and I darted out of the limo. He told us to
behave and that he and his roommate were going to stay in the car as we ran
toward the ceremony.
When the new guards had taken their positions I looked a couple of
them over, deciding to take on one nearby that looked like an older
teenager more than a soldier. "Your nuts, dude, don't do it!" Eric
exclaimed as I moved in on my prey.
I was almost in front of the guard, trying to decide which silly grin
would work best on him, when a hand grabbed the back of my shirt, jerking
me backwards. "Jock told you to leave them alone!" Wayne growled, his
other hand grasping my other shoulder as his beer breath blasted me.
"Hi little man, I missed you! Come here," A deep voice, boomed from
behind me.
"Kevin!" Eric hooted.
Wayne spun around, fairly aggressively, taking me with him. I could
almost feel the life drain out of him as looked over the giant standing
right next to us. Kevin had his arms crossed over his huge chest, his
right hand inside his suit coat. His eyes and face were frighteningly
similar to Death Eyes from our school van.
"Hello, I am Jock D'Frank, my father is the French Ambassador," Jock
said, slightly stuttering as Eric and I both slipped under Kevin's left
arm.
"Kevin Thompson with the U.S. Embassy, I hope you are taking good care
of my little buddies! It would make me VERY upset if I suspected
otherwise," Kevin replied, pulling both of us against him, his right hand
still inside his coat as he kissed the top of Eric's then my head.
"Yes sir," Wayne almost whimpered.
"Go have fun boys," Kevin whispered to Eric and me before kissing us
again and walking away.
"What the hell was that, some kind of house ape? Good Lord, he was
eight feet tall!" Wayne asked as we walked back toward the limo. It seemed
as if the alcohol slur was gone from his voice.
"It's just Brain's bodyguard," Eric bragged, wrapping his arm around
my waist. "And he's only seven foot tall."
"I thought you said you were going to chew them out," Anton teased
after we were inside the car.
"I think that big man scared him sober," Jock quipped, poking his
roommate in the ribs.
We rode around London for another hour or so before deciding to go
back to Anton's house and swim. As soon as we got back to the house Jock
told us to go ahead down to the pool while he and Wayne put their packages
away.
I hesitated for a few seconds as my classmates quickly stripped out of
their clothes, but after looking at Eric's tight, naked butt as he climbed
out of his shorts wasted no time in joining in, my mast snapping to
attention the instant I released it from the briefs imprisoning it. Eric
put his arms around my waist just as I pulled my shirt over my head,
pulling me into a hug before I could drop the garment.
"Oh yeah, we're going to have fun tonight," he whispered as we locked
into a long kiss. I pulled him against me, his rock hard boyhood almost
stabbing me in my belly button as we explored each other's mouths, him
stroking my back with one hand, my butt cheeks with the other. "Playing
Pirate is gonna be totally bad tonight," he whispered when we broke our
kiss.
"Come guys, Clare made some special treats," Jock announced, carrying
a metal box that looked like an ice chest into the room. Wayne was right
behind carrying a tray. I didn't pay much attention as he sat a package
that looked just like the one Anton had bought at the mall down next to the
tray.
"Eric is going to enjoy these, I brought the Jalapenos from America,"
Jock beamed. "Before we left I carefully instructed Clare on how to make
Nachos!" he bragged, lifting the lid off the tray. (Nachos are corn chips,
covered with melted cheese and small slices of Jalapeno peppers, a very hot
Mexican pepper)
My mouth watered as I thought of getting to enjoy some real American
food, until I looked at the tray. Eric, Jock, Wayne and my mouths' dropped
open at the same time as we looked at the snacks, then each other. The
cook had done a perfect job of spreading two colors of grated cheese over
the two inch or so corn chips, but instead of cutting the hot peppers into
thin slices and placing a couple of slices on each chip, she had placed an
entire pepper on each.
"Yes, I am hungry!" Anton exclaimed. Before anyone could say anything
he and Moe had each grabbed a whole chip from the tray and thrust it into
their mouths.
Pretty well in unison they both turned very pale, then red, then a
strange tint of purple, I almost would have sworn I saw steam coming from
Anton's ears and pixie nose. They began mumbling stuff in their weird
languages as Jock ran behind the bar, the only thing I could make out was
Moe saying something about Allah, like he was talking to whatever an Allah
was. Wayne just caught Anton before he fell backwards onto the pool deck.
A couple of large glasses of water later they seemed to be beginning
to recover, able to take short breaths. After starting to say something in
French Anton stopped and asked, "Do you really eat that shit?"
"It is very good, what is wrong are you still a whimp?" Jock asked,
thrusting a whole chip into his mouth. As I watched him reach down for
another I noticed him brush the pepper off it before picking it up, a
second pepper lying alone on the tray. I decided to risk it and grabbed
one, knocking the flame-throwing fruit off as I did.
"Wow, these are Yumm!" I announced after I downed it. Moe and Anton
gave all of us dirty looks before diving back into the pool.
"You're nuts!" Eric giggled as we walked toward the pool. "I thought
for a minute you ate that damn thing!" We were almost to the edge of the
pool when he pulled me against me and added, "Well, but I have a big pepper
you can suck the juice out of!" Seeing his grin I followed him to the hot
tub.
We started kissing as soon as we climbed into the warm water. I felt
my boyhood pushing almost like trying to stretch its skin as the hot
swirling water massaged my crotch and equipment, Eric's probing tongue and
hands exciting me even more. I grasp his tool and not even realizing it
began stroking it.
"I thought I was gonna get a snack," I whimpered when we broke our
long kiss.
"Soon," he whispered. "Wait a little, I want to get really hot." My
tool began throbbing almost in rhythm as over the next ten minutes or so he
teased it, groaning as I massaged his.
We were so engrossed with each other I don't think either of us
heard a loud, high pitched buzzer until it sounded three times or so. I
had just began wondering what it was when I heard Jock curse, and looked up
to see him running toward the bar, still dripping pool water.
"I am sorry, but Father has summoned us to his study," Jock announced
a few seconds later. "Please dress, he asked us to come promptly"
"Fuck Father, I not going nowhere!" I told Eric. "Well nowhere but
between your legs!"
Eric groaned a full breath. "God, I know. but we have to," he
mumbled. "Shit, why now!"
"I'm afraid we must, please hurry," Jock's voice rang from just above
us. We gave him a couple of dirty looks before climbing out of the tub and
accepting towels from him.
The Ambassador and two other men were waiting for us in his study.
After greeting us, he began, "I am very sorry to interrupt your play, but a
situation is developing in the region. A situation that is causing concern
for, , , for safety reasons. Many Embassies have modified their security
level. Brian, your father wishes to speak with you right away," he
concluded, nodding at one of the men.
I was trying to figure what he was saying when he continued, "I am
very sorry, Prince Moe, but it is necessary that your visit be shortened."
The man said something to the Ambassador in French as he held out a
telephone handset to me. "Hi Tiger!" Dad began. "Something has come up, I
have to leave town for a few days, and I'm afraid you need to come home.
Eric too." Before I could get two words out to protest he interrupted,
"Sorry son, it's not open to negotiation. Your car will be there in about
a half an hour, be ready." The tone of his voice told me not to argue.
Eric wasn't too happy when I told him what dad said, but just shrugged his
shoulders.
"May I call my Embassy?" Moe was asking as I hung up. The Ambassador
nodded at the man again, and Moe spent a minute or so on the phone,
speaking a language no one seemed to understand. "I must stop at my
Embassy before I return to school, a package is there for me," Moe
announced. The Ambassador paled slightly before suggesting Moe have the
package delivered. "It arrived in the Diplomatic pouch and is from my
King," Moe retorted, a hint of authority in his boyish voice. "I will ride
with Brian and Eric, we will retrieve it."
The Ambassador's face reddened. "Of course your Highness, may collect
your package," he almost moaned. "But I suggest you travel in my car."
They stared at each other for a couple of seconds, Moe's royal upbringing
suddenly surfacing.
"Why don't Brian asked his dad!" Eric injected. The Ambassador gave
him a very pointed 'go to hell' look before nodding at the phone man again.
I didn't think to tell dad Moe was a Prince or anything, just asked if we
could take him back to school before we went back to the compound. He
wasn't real happy, but agreed.
We got back into our long pants as we waited for my car to
arrive, mainly because we were going to Moe's embassy. When Moe appeared,
back in his purple school uniform, I guess he saw my curious face and
explained as a boarder he had to wear it to check in or out of school. I
noticed he was carrying what looked like a thick rolled up towel in
addition to his backpack but didn't think too much about it.
We were leaving the Children's wing when Anton held up the little sack
he had gotten at the mall. "Keep it here," Eric said. "We'll be back to
play real soon." Everyone ignored my questions as the guided me down the
long hall.
Eric and I both were a little disappointed that Rob was our escort
again, we both wanted to show Kevin off to everyone some more , but
introduced Moe and Rob to each other before climbing into the back seat.
Rob closed our door and soon the Jaguar was snaking its way across the
hundred or so yard driveway in front of Anton's 'house'. I bit my lip a
couple of times, partly trying to figure out how to ask, and partly hoping
I hadn't gotten in over my head.
After a couple of silent practices I tried, "Ah, my friend Moe has to
stop at his embassy and I told him we would take him, ah sir."
"Which embassy is that?" the driver asked.
I glanced over at Moe, who had unrolled his towel and was lifting it
over his head. He gave some name I couldn't even pronounce as he lowered
the towel, shaping it into an arab headdress like I had seen in the movies.
"Is, I mean, may I ask, ah," Rob stuttered. When I looked at him he
was white as a ghost. "Your Kaffiyeh, is, ah, are you royalty?"
"Yes, my father is the King, I am Crown Prince," Moe answered.
Rob's face melted as his color flashed between white and ashen. His
lips moved as if he was saying something but I wasn't to sure he was
breathing at all, and no sounds came out of his mouth. After a few seconds
he turned back around in his seat and leaned his head against the headrest
for a couple of seconds. Just as I thought his neck was going to rip the
collar of his shirt he leaned forward, picking up the handset of the car's
radio. He talked to someone on the other end for probably two minutes
before replacing the handset into its cradle.
I was still trying to figure out what was going on, what the big deal
was when the car slowed and turned into a driveway, stopping at the
guard-shack in front of a very heavy iron gate. Rob had just started
talking to one of the several men, all clearly Arabic like Moe, that were
guarding the gate when Moe lowered the window next to us. The guard
glanced toward our window as it opened, then his eyes snapped back almost
bugging out of his head. He turned almost as pale a Rob had been earlier
has he yelled something in Arabic and bowed both a the head and hips.
Everyone at the guard-shack joined him in bowing as the gates opened.
"This is my embassy," Moe announced as our car slowly drove toward the
largest of several buildings inside the compound. As I looked around I saw
several people, many of them in arab robes and headdress, standing outside
the other buildings all bowing at my Jaguar. Two men ran out of the
embassy building to a flag pole in front, one of them carrying what looked
like another rolled up towel.
As we stopped in front of the large building I found out the towel was
actually a strange looking flag that they hastily hoisted before turning
and bowing at my car. An older, fairly distinguished, Arab was standing
next to the car when Rob opened our door and let us out. He bowed deeply
and muttered some more strange words. Moe said some more back at him
before turning to us.
"These are my friends, Brian and Eric," he said.
"Good day sirs, I am Ambassador Atta," the man said, bowing again.
I felt my face reddening not having any idea how to respond, as
started to bow back to him. "Hi!" I answered before I realized I had. Oh
God, I just fucked that up! He's a fucking Ambassador! I thought. Before
I could think of a way to fix my fuckup Moe walked toward the building and
the Ambassador stepped to the side. I was still trying to figure out what
to do, wishing I could just jump back in the car and hide, when Eric
wrapped his lanky arm around me and ushered me behind Moe.
Two Arab men held the embassy doors open as we entered, and a dozen or
so more were lined up along a wide, richly decorated hall we walked down.
All of them bowed, and Moe waved and smiled his silver grin at them, sort
of like the Pop or some super Hollywood star would. We entered a small
office where a man bowed and handed Moe a slim, highly polished wooden box
along with a couple of envelopes. Quickly we were back to my car, and
thankfully driving toward the gate, even more people lining the drive and
bowing at the car. I glanced back and noticed the same two men running
back toward the flag pole.
I didn't realize we were near Westshire until Eric pointed at Moe's
towel and asked, "What about your school cap?"
Moe snickered before he replied, "It is fun, I love angering House
Master Royal! When I attend to matters of state he cannot stop me from
wearing my Kaffiyeh. I love to watch him pissed off, as you say!" They
both laughed and high-fived as the car turned into the school's gate.
Elaine greeted us less than three feet inside the door, taking both
our backpacks and informing us Dad was waiting for us in his study. I
noticed Eric's curious look as he watched her disappear toward my bedroom
with both packs, but was much more concerned about what my dad had going
on, or more what he had in store for me, and didn't say anything. Three
men were standing behind Dad as he sat at his desk, all of them passing
papers between them and talking quietly.
"Hi Tiger! Come on in boys," Dad suggested. The other men quickly
grabbed several of the files and papers on Dad's desk before they
disappeared out of the room. "I'm sorry to bring you home early from your
party, but a situation is developing that forced it," he said as he walked
from behind his desk. He kissed me on the forehead and tucked both of us
under his arms, guiding us to a couch nearby.
"There is somewhat of a crisis developing in this region, one that
concerns our country greatly." I think seeing my lost face he tried,
"Something has come up, I have to travel for a few days. Eric's parents
left a few hours ago, and I am going to join them tonight."
"Where are they. . .Sir," Eric whimpered.
"They're, they are on assignment. You know I cant tell you anymore
than that son," Dad responded, pulling Eric more tightly under his arm.
"If you watch the news you are sharp enough to figure out the answer to
that question, aren't you."
"Where's Jennie?"
"Jennifer is at her school, she went there earlier. Your mom asked me
to say how sorry she was she didn't get to talk to you before they left,
but there wasn't time. Are you okay?" Eric nodded.
"So I have to go to Westshire now?" Eric more stated than asked. My
heart sank into my stomach, then my throat tightened as I realized I was
next.
"Yes. Both of you are going to board at school for a few days while
we are gone. Your mom packed for you, your uniforms are already in Brian's
car. There is one in his room for you to change into."
"I'm not gonna go to no boarding. . ." I started to say, but Eric
interrupted.
"Thanks sir," Eric's glare told me to chill.
"Why cant we stay here, Elaine is here!" I begged. Fuck you old man,
I'm swiming for California TONIGHT! I thought. "I don't wanta go to a
boarding school!" I said.
Eric gave me another chill look as Dad explained it was only for a few
days and on and on. I wasn't paying too much attention when he pushed a
credit card into my hand saying, "You know how to use it, you demonstrated
that to me. Buy what you want." He told Eric that he had time to go by
their house and get anything his mother might have forgotten before we
left.
"Dad! I'm NOT going to no fuc. . ."
"Come on, we better go check my room, see if Mom forgot anything!"
Eric almost yelled, drowning out most of the expletives I threw at my dad.
"The school wants you to check in by 1600, , , four o'clock, Tiger.
I'm leaving early in the evening. I have to get back to work, you two go
get ready to leave," Dad instructed. I opened my mouth to issue another
protest, but his facial expression warned me not to.
'Fuck you, you old fart, the next time you see me is in fuckn LA!' I
thought. "Yes sir," I whimpered.
"Oh, you are not suppose to have this much money on campus, so conceal
it well," Dad added as he ushered us to the study's door. He kissed each
of on top of the head and turned back into the room.
Elaine was waiting for us by the front door, offering her infamous
tray out, this time with both our headgears on it. 'I gotta find a map to
California, quick!' I told myself as Eric and I strapped ourselves in,
under her watchful eye.
"Shit, your old man gave me two-hundred pounds sterling! What did he
give you?" Eric whispered after we were outside. I stared at him lost for
a second before he took the funny money from my hand and glanced at the old
lady's picture on each of the notes. "Yeah, you too, and his American
Express! Party time!" he announced as he guided me toward his duplex.
I was trying to decide how to tell him I was NOT going to go live at
Westshire when I noticed Rob start walking away from my car, in the same
direction we were going, toward Eric's house. 'Yeah, maybe enough to buy
swim fins,' I told myself.
Rob stayed close behind us all the way to Eric's duplex, but I was a
little relieved when he stopped on the sidewalk and Eric and I went inside
alone. "I'm NOT gonna get stuck in Westshire!" I told Eric as I followed
him upstairs. "Fuck this, I'm going back to LA! As soon as that fuckhead
guard looks away I'm fuckn gone!"
"It's chilled, dude," Eric responded. "At least we're going to be
together! Running away is stupid, but how are you gonna get back to LA?"
"I'm gonna swim! You got your Geography book here, I just need to
know which way!"
"It's west, sort of southwest," he almost snickered. "But, it's about
6000 miles too!"
"Well, do they sell boards in London? I'm fuckn out of here!"
"Chill, dude, it's okay! Besides, I know I can get Mister Royal to
give us our own room. Hey, I know who I want to sleep with for a few days!"
he answered, pulling me against him. "These dockers suck!" he added as he
stroked my inner thigh. My boyhood sprang to life as he guided me toward
his bed and said, "Want to know what there is to do in boarding school?
Let's practice."
I had just relaxed on his bed and closed my eyes as he began undoing
my belt and fly when Kevin's voice from the bottom of the stairs shocked
both of us back to reality. "Come on boys, hurry up!" he boomed. The
floor vibrating announced he was climbing the stairs. My belt was hanging
loose and my fly still open when the huge man appeared in the doorway to
Eric's room.
My erection began to shrink as I jumped to my feet, but I almost
fainted when Kevin bent down and grabbed my tool through my open fly
saying, "Eric, you know better! How is he going to fit this thing into his
school shorts!" I almost died on the spot when Kevin dropped to his knees
in from of me as he told my friend, "Get your things together, I will
attend to this."
My knees were still a little wobbly as we walked back to my house. I
was still trying to believe I was alive, that how Kevin had taken care of
me was not my entrance to heaven, along with wondering if he had sucked my
little nuts out the end of my dick. I barely noticed Elaine as she greeted
Eric and I at the door, instructing us to bathe and get into our uniforms
quickly.
"We can save some time if we shower together, like after PE class,"
Eric suggested to her. I didn't argue as he led me to my bedroom and
stripped me. As we lathered each other down with soap my mast rose to full
length, as did Eric's. "If you still want to try to swim home, you could
hook a sail to that thing!" he giggled as we washed each other. "We can do
this again at Westshire tonight, no one cares," he whispered to me as he
began scrubbing my back.
"Kindly hurry lads," Elaine's voice loudly echoed through my bathroom.
"Your driver is waiting, please dress very promptly!" she barked,
interrupting our nestle and making my mast shrink into a worm. 'FUCK YOU
BITCH! ! !' I thought as Eric responded with a polite 'Yes Ma'am'
I was still pissed as I squirmed into my dumb looking purple shorts.
'Can Dad's card maybe buy a jet-ski or something?' I asked myself. 'If
it's too far to swim that would work!' I reassured myself as we dressed in
our uniforms.
"I like these a bunch better than those pants," Eric said as he pulled
me tightly against me and began knotting my tie. "Chill babe, we are going
to have a lot of fun," he added as he pulled my waist against his groin
with one hand, cupping my inner thigh with the other as I adjusted my tie.
"I'm NOT going to no fucking boarding school!" I muttered more than
said, his touch calming me more than I wanted. "I'm out of here the first
time I can escape."
"Okay, I'll help you if you want, I promise," he whispered into my
ear. "But not until tomorrow, you might like it more than you think!" he
added before licking my ear with his tongue. "Wanta try, just for
tonight?" I felt my knees give as he gave my ear another lick and gently
cupped my crotch, massaging me.
"Does Westshit know about them?" I asked as we put on our headgear
straps.
"Yes, I'm afraid so," he responded. "Chill dude," he added as he
pushed his facebow into my neck and kissed it.
I was surprised that in addition to my driver, both Kevin and Rob were
waiting by my car for us. "Hope you don't mind if I ride along?" Kevin
asked as he guided us into the back seat, sitting between us. As soon as
Rob climbed into the front passenger seat the car started toward the
compound gate. "Your dad had to leave sooner than he expected, but he said
to tell you he loves you," Kevin said, kissing me on the forehead. "He
asked me to give you that."
'God, this CAN NOT BE HAPPENING!' I told myself as our car turned into
Westshire's gates and stopped next to Royal House. 'Someone, just anyone,
turn their head for a second, and I'm on my way back to California, fuck
all this!'
"You guys be good, I'll see you soon, I promise," Kevin told me more
than Eric as he walked us to the door of Royal House and rang the bell.
"One of us will be very nearby, don't worry."
I didn't have time to respond before Mister Royal opened the door, and
Kevin ushered us inside. My driver was right behind, setting our bags
inside the door. "Welcome to Royal House," the House Master said as I
watched Kevin disappear behind the closing door. "I am surprised to have
you as a resident so soon," he told me.
'Wait till you see how short I'm gonna be here. I'm history by
sunset!' I thought. "Yes sir," I answered.
"I would like you to occupy room twenty-three, Prince Mohamad
suggested you would prefer to share a room and it adjoins his. Prince,
would you show our guests to their quarters?"
"Yes sir," Moe responded as he stepped toward us, now wearing only
Rugby shorts and a tight tee-shirt. "Welcome to Royal House, I am sure you
will enjoy your stay!" he added. From the smirk on his face I was sure he
wasn't talking about enjoying the decor as he showed us into a rather drab
dorm room. "My room is right over there," he said pointing to an interior
door. "You fools like those ties or what! Get out of that shit!" he
added, flicking my collar. "Party time," he grinned.
I ignored Moe and Eric's concerned look as I shed my headgear, tossing
it on one of the desks. Moe started hanging our uniforms in the room's
closets as Eric and I stripped out of our blazers and shirts. I started
digging through my pack trying to decide what to wear when Eric pushed
against me, peering into the sack.
"Here, wear these," he instructed, handing me the pair of Rugby shorts
he had given me when I first arrived. I was trying to find a way to tell
him I wanted to wear something else, that they were not good traveling
cloths, without revealing my plans to runaway, when he added, "If you wear
sports kit you don't have to put your uniform back on for supper."
'Uniforms for supper? On a weekend?' I thought. 'Fuck that shit, I'm
gonna be paddling a surfboard to LA by suppertime,' I decided. He tossed
me a sleeveless fishnet half shirt and pulled his identical one from his
pack, slipping it over his tight, smooth chest. I watched as he squirmed
his wonderfully round bubble butt into his skintight football shorts.
'Fuck it, I got Dad's money card, I'll just buy a wetsuit too!' I decided.
Royal's voice interrupted my concentration as I soaked in Eric's
golden thighs and bare midriff. "I'm sure Prince Mohamad will help you
lads adjust, but I brought you a. . ." he paused in mid-sentence as he
looked at me. "I believe you are suppose to be wearing your appliance,
Master Richardson?" he more ordered than asked. We exchanged dirty looks
briefly before he added, "Your brace, now, please." I gave him one more
nasty glare, but realized I would definitely loose, and jerked my headgear
off the desk, plugging it back into my teeth.
"Here is a house schedule for weekends, and this one is for weekdays,"
he said, handing Eric and I each some papers. "I also brought each of you
a copy of the house rules. I will return in fifteen minuets, I'm sure you
will have your room up to Royal House standards by then. Look alive lads."
'Too bad I wont be here, ASS HOLE!' I silently countered. I managed
to fake a meek smile as the three of us answered Yes Sir almost in unison.
I gave the back of his head a dirty look as he disappeared into the hall.
I waited until Eric and Moe were unloading our backpacks and slipped my
dad's credit card and the money he had given me into the crotch of my
shorts.
"I gotta go to the bathroom," I announced as I started out of the
room, "Be right back." I took a few seconds to enjoy one last look at
Eric's cute body before stepping into the hall.
'Yeah!' I thought as I slipped down the hallway and into the empty
foyer. 'Goodbye Schultz, goodbye Westshit!' I snickered. 'California here
we come! Right back where we started from,' somehow rang into my memory
from one of Dad's old, corny movies as I crept up to the entry door.
'Bye!' I whispered as I grasp the door handle.
I stared at the handle in disbelief when it refused to move. I made a
couple of more gentle tries, not wanting to make any noise, before pushing
on it with all my force, hoping it was just stuck. 'Oh, FUCK!' I groaned
as I remembered the first time I met Royal, and he used his key to let the
prefect giving me my entry tour and I out of the dorm. 'I'm not in
boarding school, I'm in prison!'
To be continued, but not too quickly. . .