Date: Tue, 7 Jan 2003 07:26:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Ruben Mittermayr <ruben_mittermayr@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Poor little rich boy" Part 4

DISCLAIMER: Please note that although some items may reflect real events,
this story is purely fictional and doesn't imply anything about the people
(or their sexuality) mentioned in the story. I would also like to point out
that all trademarks are property of their respective owners.


As the sun peaked through the closed curtains Ruben slowly opened his eyes
and found out that it was almost 11 am but since it was a Saturday he could
stay in bed for as long as he wanted.  After five minutes his wondering
mind was brought back to earth as his phone rang, after three rings he
picked it up.  "Hello" Ruben said

"Good morning sweetie", his favorite grandmother said cheerfully, "Hope you
had a good nights sleep"

"Thanks granny, so why are you calling me this early in the morning?' Ruben
said, knowing that whenever granny called before lunch he could expect that
she wanted something.

"We were wondering if you could do your grandfather and me a small favor."

"Of course grandmother, what did you want me to do?"

"As you know the company of grandfather supports a couple of charities, one
of them has invited your grandfather to come and see what the money is
being used for and as you know your grandfather doesn't like to be in the
spotlight and wondered if you wouldn't mind flying to Los Angeles on Sunday
and replace him."

"It isn't my fav thing to do during the weekend but I'll guess I could do
it." Ruben said sounding a lil disappointed as his plans for the weekend
were completely fucked up now.

"Thanks Ruben, I knew you wouldn't let us down and don't worry we'll send
the corporate Airbus to fly you to the States and to make up for your lost
weekend we got you two tickets for Wimbledon in the Royal Box. Albert and
Paola invited us to go with them but I'm sure you'll have more pleasure."

"Thanks granny, but you shouldn't spoil me like this" Ruben said smiling at
the thought of fucking Prince William in the royal box at Wimbledon.

"Try to have a great time in Los Angeles, grandfather already told the
charity that they should expect you and they said they would take good care
of you", Granny said "Bye Ruben"

"Goodbye grandmother" Ruben said as he put the phone back on the bedside
table.

'Ok since I'm awake now I'll better get out of bed' Ruben thought as he
pushed back the duvet covers and got out of his king size bed and made his
way to the pool. After his usual stretches he dived into the warm water and
did a couple of laps after which he put on his bathrobe and made his way to
the outside terrace where breakfast was waiting for him.

While he drank his fresh orange juice and had a couple of toasts with royal
Belgian caviar which has a subtle flavor of hazelnuts he picked up the
newspaper, the weekend was the only time he could relax and read the paper
which in his case consisted of checking the real estate ads.

After breaking off a piece of his chocolate croissant he returned to his
bedroom and picked out something to wear for the day and what he wanted to
take with him to LA. After a quick shower and putting on the casual zegna
suit he told Rosa, one of the housekeepers, what he needed to take to LA
and asked her if she could pack his suitcase.

"Hey partner!" Isabelle yelled to Ruben as she made her entrance into his
bedroom waving a Versace bikini in one hand and sun lotion in the other,
"Hope you didn't forgot you promised we could go to the beach today"

"How could I forget such a thing honey" Ruben said as he remembered he
might have promised it to her last week when he tried getting out of going
clubbing with her.

"So are you ready? Don't forget those swim trunks I got you for your
birthday sexy."

"I was just about to get those out of the wardrobe" Ruben said while he
walked to his walk in closet and after 15 seconds found the pair Isabelle
bought him, which were a pair of vintage swim trunks that didn't cover too
much.

"So which car are we going to take?" Isabelle asked as both of them went
down the stairs.

"We're certainly not taking that bmw of yours, why don't we use the bent
azure my grandparents got me for my 18th birthday."

"You're such a brag Ruben and what's wrong with my beemer?" Isabelle asked

"Don't get me started on what's wrong with your z3 or we'll be here all day
and if you're good girl and also choose the Bentley I'll let you drive"

"Let me drive??? Mister 'no-license' thinks he can drive himself?"

"Ok you got me there" Ruben while he flashed his killer smile at Isabelle.

Both got into the car and with a lil discusion they also decided on some
driving music, Isabelle has a more popsy flavor when it comes to music but
Ruben managed to convince her to put on the 70s cd he put in the cd changer
with the profound argument that it was cool and went well with his flashy
swimtrunks.

After one hour of cruising down the highway with an average speed of 100
miles an hour they made it to the seaside town, called Knokke. They parked
the car in the Knokke-Zoute parking lot which is located 100 meters from
the beach and right next to the designer stores where Bart, Raphael and
Caroline were waiting for them.

Bart and Raphael were two old highschool friends of Ruben, Bart is the kind
of guy that's so cute that he has to be straight, he has deep blue eyes,
short brown hair and a killer smile besides the usual 8 pack and the cutest
virgin ass.

Raphael on the other side has half long blond hair which he always wairs in
his usual preppy style... he also got blue eyes, a perfect body and is
mostly known for the fact that he told his highschool art teacher that he
wanted to be a pornstar, to which she replied that from what she could see
he should be able to become one...

Caroline also is 'supermodel' beautiful but just a litle bit too stuck up
for Rubens taste as she really believes that having to go to the public
toilet in Cannes is the worst thing in life.

"Looks who's there, aren't it the Mittermayrs?" Raphael said smiling.

"You're lucky you're so cute Raph or I would have to kick your ass for that
one" Ruben said with a fake angry look on his face which quickly turned
into a smile, "So I see we're the last one, so where does everyone wants to
go for lunch, you all know my favorite restaurant."

"That's fine with me, as I remember there was a cute waiter the last time
we went there" Caroline said while she adjusted her large Dior glasses and
tossed her half long blond hair backwards.

"Everything's fine with me as long as we get going, I'm starving here" Bart
said.

After five minutes of walking they reached the restaurant which overlooked
the ocean and were greeted by the friendly owner of the restaurant who
directed them to a corner table with a view of the ocean. After everyone
ordered the season's three course menu and Ruben chose out a bottle of
Cristal to start followed by his fav wine, a 2000 'Chateauneuf du Pape'
they started discussing what to do in the afternoon and who's fucking who.

After lunch they made their way to the beach and after changing all 5
friends were having fun in the sand, they looked just like the fold out
pages in the versace summer catalogue.  As the North Sea wasn't the ideal
place to go for a swim they mostly stayed on the dry side, after an hour of
laying in the sun the guys got a bit bored and suggested a game of beach
volley at which Raphael, Isabelle and Caroline crushed Ruben and Bart, to
celebrate they all went down for some icecream, everyone chose Belgian
chocolate and passionfruit sorbet except for Bart who decided to try the
lemon, which wasn't the ideal thing to do.

After everyone had finished their icecream they went back to the cabins and
changed back into their clothes before they went back to the parking lot to
drive back home, after waving goodbye to everyone Ruben and Isabelle headed
back to Rubens place since he needed to catch his plane to LA at 7pm this
evening. As trafic wasn't that bad they made it back just being a lil bit
late.

"Don't forget to get me a pair of Oliver Peoples sunglasses from LA"
Isabelle said as he got into her own car "And have a safe flight sexy"

"Thanks Isabelle and I'll try to remember." Ruben said.

It was almost 6.30 pm and he still needed to grab his bags and make it to
the airport and through customs. Good thing Rosa was waiting for him and
handed him his suitcase and gave him his travel documents.

"Thanks Rosa you're a life saver" Ruben said smiling. He then rushed to the
garage where his benz and trusted driver where waiting for him. "Good
evening Steven we'll better hurry."

"Good evening Sir"

After a 15 minute ride the car made it to the airport and five seconds
later Ruben was welcomed to the corporate hub by a vipmanager who guided
him professionally through customs and into the shuttle which would take
him to the private plane which was waiting for him.

After taking his bags from the vip-manager he said thanks to the overly
friendly guy and greeted the two pilots that were going to fly him to Los
Angeles and told them they could start the engines after which he greeted
Ingrid with his usual silly smile.

"Good evening and again welcome on board of flight RM001, non stop to Los
Angeles Sir Mittermayr, would you like me to take your bags?" asked Ingrid.

"Nah I'll put them away myself, as you know my bags tend to be a bit heavy.
But I would like a light dinner if that's possible?" Ruben said.

"That's no problem, would you like the usual chicken with paprika sauce and
three color pasta?"

"Hehehe how come you still remember that?"

"Certain things you don't forget Sir, I'll serve dinner as soon as we're in
the air, but would you like a drink first?"

"A glass of fresh OJ would be nice" Ruben said as he put his trunk in the
bedroom closet and tested the bed before returning to the sitting room and
getting ready for take off...

After a wonderful dinner and a blueberry muffin for dessert Ruben went to
his bedroom for some sleep and was woken up by Ingrid a half hour before
their scheduled landing time which was 9 pm local time so he could have a
quick shower and change his clothes.

It was a smooth landing as usual and five minutes later the plane had
taxied to the corporate hub, after saying goodbye to the staff and thanking
them for a comfortable flight he made his way down the stairs where he was
greeted by an incredibly cute guy that introduced himself as Chad Michael
Murray and told that he was asked by the charity to welcome him and show
him around.


Any suggestions about the story and if I should continue are more than
welcome, my addy is ruben_mittermayr@yahoo.com