Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2013 13:49:51 -0400
From: Chuck S <ascouter4@gmail.com>
Subject: A Life of Privilege - Chapter 1

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real places or persons
is simply a coincidence. The following story will contain gay relationships
and sex. If it is illegal for you to view this, or you are not of age,
please stop here. This story is mine and mine alone, and therefore I retain
all rights. This story is not to be copied or published without my express
permission.

A Life of Privilege – By Chuck S

Chapter 1 – Money can only buy so much

      In the rolling green hills of North Carolina there exists a home, if
it could be called a home. The place in question can't be seen from the
main road, but what can be seen is a wrought iron gate with elegant stone
walls blocking a curving path lined with ornamental trees and shrubbery,
the grass perfectly kept. A passerby may not have been able to see what lie
at the end of the drive, but there was no question that someone of wealth
owned the property.

      If you were privileged enough to be allowed through the gates, you
would follow the path nearly half a mile before coming to the main
house. The house itself was nothing short of a mansion, but was designed to
look like a colonial plantation home with large white columns in the
front. The driveway formed a circle in front of the house, in the center of
which was a large multi tiered fountain surrounded by beautiful flowers.

      It was the fountain that Jonathan was staring out the window at,
watching the water cascade down the tiers of the fountain, reflecting the
rays of the sun in all directions. He wished that he could be outside, but
instead he was stuck sitting at his desk, listening to his personal tutor
lecture on only god knows what. Jonathan couldn't help but think back
through the years all the time he spent in this very room learning about
economics and business practices, learning the skills he would need to take
over the family business.

      Jonathan you see, was the son of wealthy business entrepreneur
Jonathan Wells Sr. who had started his own company and grown it to a
multibillion dollar enterprise that bought and sold various commodities
across the globe. From the time he could read and write, Jonathan had been
molded to be a successful businessman. He didn't have much of a childhood
per say, and had no real friends. The only people close to his age he knew
were merely acquaintances through associates of his father.

      "Maybe that is enough for today. What do you say Jonathan," Ms. Adams
his personal tutor asked. She had been watching as over the past half hour
Jonathan had become distant and distracted. She watched as he turned to
face her, his curly ear length fair hair illuminated by the sunlight
streaming in through the window. She could even see reflections off the
water in the fountain on his face as his emerald green eyes made contact
with hers.

      "My apologies Ms. Adams, I was lost in thought," Jonathan
answered. "Shall I see you tomorrow?"

      "Yes, I will see you then," Ms. Adams answered. She watched as he
stood up. She had to admit that he was attractive at six feet tall with a
slim lithe build, but she truly felt sorry for him. She thought back to
when she was sixteen, without a care in the world, obsessed with boys,
hardly concerned with going to college, let alone thinking about running a
company as large as Mr. Wells'. What sixteen year old would say `My
apologies' instead of some snide remark or an insincere sorry.

      While Jonathan was brilliant when it came to book knowledge, polite
as can be, he was lacking social skills that could only be acquired by
interacting with other people. Ms. Adams knew that to be successful
Jonathan needed to be more personable and would speak to Mr. Wells about a
way to help him acquire said skills and maybe, just maybe make some friends
along the way.









      After being dismissed from tutoring, Jonathan decided he needed to
relax and escape. For him, that meant swimming a few laps in the large
swimming pool behind the house. When he was in the water, he felt at ease
and could really think about things. He thought of his relationship with
his father who more often than not was away on business, and who as a way
to keep him happy had bought him just about anything he wanted, but he
wasn't sure how money could fix the loneliness he was feeling. He rarely
had the opportunity to watch tv, but when he did, he couldn't help but
notice how people interacted with each other: smiling, laughing, joking. He
couldn't remember the last time he had really laughed at something instead
of politely pretending to be amused at one of his father's dinner parties
where some other rich businessman had told a joke he didn't remotely
understand.

      He wasn't sure how long he had been swimming, but felt himself
getting tired and decided he was through for the day. He climbed out of the
pool where one of the hired staff was waiting with a folded towel as was
routine for his life, maids to clean up after him, a butler who helped him
arrange his clothes, a chauffeur to drive him everywhere, though he had
convinced his father to allow him to get his driver's license and buy him a
few nice cars that he rarely drove.

      After a quick shower, Jonathan placed an order with the chef and read
the day's edition of the Wall Street Journal while he waited for his dinner
which arrived on a sterling silver platter and was placed in front of him
by his butler. After dinner he headed for the media room where there was a
large projection screen and a projector that had 3-D capability, where he
played video games for a short while before heading to bed.

      Once in his room, Jonathan stripped down to his boxers before
climbing into his luxuriously soft king sized four poster bed. As he lay in
bed, he once again thought of how lonely he was. Sure he wanted friends,
but he wanted more than that. He wanted someone to be close to, someone to
love who loved him back and wanted to spend every waking moment with
him. He tried to imagine what kind of person he'd want to potentially spend
the rest of his life with, and the image that entered his mind surprised
him a bit.

      All teenage boys are horny, and have someone or something they
fantasize about, but for Jonathan it was different. Certainly he had
studied biology and anatomy, and had noticed the changes in his body over
the past few years. He had discovered masturbation by accident around the
age of ten, and didn't know what it was even called until sometime later,
but enjoyed it none the less. That aside, Jonathan had never truly been
around peers his age, had never developed a crush on someone, had never
been in a relationship. Eventually curiosity got the better of him and he
had searched the internet and found pornography. What he found aroused him,
and he would routinely stroke himself while watching various scenes.

      Jonathan knew that love was meant to be between a man and a woman,
but as he was thinking of whom he would want to spend the rest of his life
with, he was surprised to find that he thought of not a girl, but another
boy his age. Thinking back, he had always paid more attention to the men in
the scenes he watched. It was with this imaginary teenager in his head that
Jonathan slid his hand into his boxers and wrapped his fingers around his
semi-hard erection and began slowly stroking up and down his shaft with a
soft moan.

      He wasn't quite sure what two males would do together sexually, but
he knew he was attracted to other men more than women. He continued
stroking himself, now at full mast and picking up speed, and all too soon
he felt himself ready to climax. He threw back the covers and quickly
grabbed some tissue from his bedside table and held them over the end of
his dick as it began shooting large spurts of his semen while he let out
another moan, this one not as soft as his earlier moan. After cleaning
himself up, he turned over and tried to go to sleep. He was confused about
his feelings and wasn't sure what they meant, but he would have to work
them out in time as sleep overtook him.



      Jonathan woke as his butler drew back the curtains in his room,
allowing the bright sun to shine into the room. He squinted his eyes and
turned away from the bright light which he felt had come too soon.

      "Good morning young master Wells," the butler said. "Breakfast shall
be served in the dining room in twenty minutes time. I have laid out a few
selections of clothing for you to choose from for the day. May I do
anything else for you sir?"

      "Richard, must we do this every single morning? I'm certain you are
aware I do not like being addressed as the Young Master Wells, as I have
told you time and time again. You do after all spend more time with me than
my own father, so please just Jonathan."

      "Forgive me Sir. I will try to break the habit, but may require
reminding in the future." Richard answered.

      Jonathan's eyes had adjusted to the light in the room and he was able
to see his long time butler Richard standing at the foot of his bed,
dressed as he always was, in a simple black suit and tie. It was true that
Richard had been his butler since the time he was born, and was likely the
closest thing to a friend he had. Quickly stretching with a yawn, Jonathan
drew back the covers and climbed out of bed, sliding his feet into his
bedroom slippers before walking into his bathroom. Looking into the mirror
he couldn't help but laugh at himself standing there in just his
boxers. His long curly blonde hair was always a disaster in the mornings,
it reminded him of the Amazonian rainforests, thick with interwoven vines
that had no particular order and required a machete to navigate through,
but he liked his hair. He quickly drained his bladder washed his hands and
walked back into his bedroom to see the outfits that Richard had laid out
for him.

      Richard knew him well. Walking into his large walk in closet, he
found three outfits for the day. The first was a jogging suit because every
morning after a light breakfast he would go for a jog around the grounds of
the estate. Second was his suit for the day, which today was a Navy blue
blazer, light blue dress shirt, and khaki slacks with a blue and gold
striped tie. The third outfit was a pair of black slacks and a darker blue
dress shirt that he would likely wear to dinner after the rest of the day's
business had been completed. Each outfit had all of the matching
accessories with it such as shoes, belts, watches.

      Jonathan quickly pulled on his jogging suit and running shoes and
headed out the door of his bedroom without bothering to fix the jungle on
his head at this point in the day. A couple minutes later, he sat down at
the dining room table at which point a different butler brought out his
breakfast: a bowl of granola cereal, a banana, an apple, and some apple
juice to drink, and set it out in front of him, along with his IPad which
had this morning's edition of the New York Times open on the
screen. Jonathan perused the newspaper for interesting articles as he ate
and read a couple of them before wiping his mouth and leaving everything on
the table to be cleaned up.

      Running through the grounds always seemed to wake his body up, and he
enjoyed the sights and scents of nature. He could smell the grass that was
trimmed almost every other day, the pine trees. He could feel the moisture
in the air and see the dew on the grass in front of him. He could even see
an occasional squirrel, and sometimes a deer. After running for a while he
stopped for some water, which was handed to him by Richard who had been
following him in a golf cart. Before long he had completed his run and
returned to his bedroom to shower and get ready for the day.

      The shower was custom marble with a full glass enclosure. There were
several shower heads to choose from, all controlled with an electronic
screen in the shower. The shower even had built in LED lighting that could
change color to suit his mood. He began soaping himself up and loved the
scent of his soap. After all, he had chosen it out of several hundred
varieties from all over the globe. He loved this one because to him, it
embodied the freshness of spring and left him feeling completely
refreshed. Of course he had the matching shampoo and conditioner to go with
it.

      After climbing out of the shower and drying off, Jonathan brushed his
teeth and put a small amount of gel into his hair to give it a bit of shine
and to create some form of order. He walked into his closet once more and
donned his suit for the day before heading to spend the day with Ms. Adams.

      "Good morning Ms. Adams." Jonathan said as he walked in to the room
to find his tutor sitting behind her desk. Ms. Adams was fairly young, and
had only graduated from a prestigious college about a year prior. She
wasn't unattractive, with wavy auburn hair, a curvy yet slim build, and a
beautiful white smile.

      "Good morning Jonathan. I trust you slept well?" She asked.

      "Very well thank you."

      "Good. Well, I spoke with your father yesterday afternoon about
changing the curriculum a bit, and I know tomorrow is Saturday, but we will
be taking a field trip so that you may gain some invaluable knowledge. For
today, we will start with you showing me to your bedroom."

      "Okay, follow me I suppose." Jonathan said before leading her to his
bedroom. Ms. Adams had only been around Jonathan during class time, and had
never seen him out of one of his suits. She had also never truly explored
the house and was surprised just how large it was. Jonathan led her up the
curved stairway in the foyer of the house to the second floor and down the
hall to his bedroom. His bedroom was easily bigger than her entire
apartment.

      "Okay Jonathan, I want you to change into something casual so I can
see what you will be wearing tomorrow." Ms. Adams said, with no idea of
what his idea of casual would be. She watched as Jonathan walked into his
closet. She could see his reflection in one of the mirrors in the closet,
and watched as he removed his blazer, tie, shirt, and undershirt. She was
truly surprised by the sight in front of her. She had always thought of
Jonathan as more of a nerdy type, but she couldn't have been more wrong. He
had a great body. He had a hairless chest with nicely defined pecs and
small pinkish brown nipples. As she continued to scan his body she saw a
decent six pack and a v cut that disappeared into the waistband of his
designer boxers that was just visible above his pants.

      She felt herself flush at the sight of his body, and couldn't help
but to continue watching as he unfastened his belt and unbuttoned and
unzipped his slacks before carefully removing them. She couldn't help but
to think that he looked amazing, which would make what Mr. Wells had asked
of her easier to do. She walked into the closet as Jonathan was pulling out
the third outfit that Richard had put together for him.

      "If that is your idea of casual, we have a lot of work to do."
Ms. Adams said, causing Jonathan to jump as she startled him. "Wow, I never
knew you had all of that under those suits of yours."

      "Umm, well I like to swim, and run every morning." Jonathan said
somewhat embarrassed. "This is the most causal clothing I have."

      "Hmm, let me see." Ms. Adams said as she walked past him, making sure
to brush against him as he stood in just his boxers. After seeing that he
in fact had nothing but business casual she sighed. She would have her work
cut out for her, but for now she had to do what the boss said, and as she
walked past Jonathan, she pushed him up against the wall of the closet and
pressed her lips to his and began kissing him. He wasn't really resisting,
but wasn't exactly kissing her back either. She slid her hand down to the
crotch of his boxers and began fondling his teenage cock which was rapidly
growing under her touch, so she pulled it out through the fly of his boxers
and began stroking him gently. She was surprised at his size, which was
just under seven inches with a nice girth.

      "Oh that feels really good," Jonathan said with a slight moan,
enjoying the first time someone had touched his boner. "but I can't do
this. It isn't you. You are really pretty, but I'm just confused right
now."



      Thanks for reading the first chapter.  This is still a work in
progress, so feel free to send any comments or suggestions to me at
Ascouter4@gmail.com. Also, check out my other story The Academy in the
Forest, which is also listed in the high school section here on Nifty.



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