Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2002 08:41:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ian Boldt <lightningman02@yahoo.com>
Subject: High School: Life of Luxury Part 1

This is a work of fiction.  All people, places and names bear no meaning on
anyone of the same. If homosexual sex is not your thing then turn around
and head out.  If you are under the age of legal viewing status in your
state or country then turn around and leave.  Other than that enjoy!!!



"I can't fucking believe this!" I thought as I read the note my parents had
left along withe usual wad of cash they had put into a separate envelope.
Moving to California! I still couldn't believe it. Here I was just about to
start my senior year at New York's most prestigious school, Manchester
Academy. Now in the course of five minutes my whole life has been totally
and completely fucked.

A little about myself, my name is Alexander Ignatius Maxfield, but everyone
calls me Alex. I'm about 6'2", about 175 lbs., brown hair with blonde
highlights, deep emerald green eyes, a nice tan (no tan line, I hate
that!), and a fabulous body. And it better be pretty damn fabulous, I pay
my personal trainer $500.00 an hour, but I think I got the better end of
the deal. My pecs are firm, angular, and well deveoped, not the nasty
bulging over developed but developed just right, my abs look like a
washboard, my biceps are the size of cannon balls, great legs if I do say
so myself, and a dick that is seven inches limp and eleven and a half when
hard, also my balls are about the size of Granny Smith apples. Oh by the
way, did I mention that I'm gay, well I am. But you wouldn't think that to
look at me.

Well anyways back to my now royally fucked life. I have lived here in
Manhattan ever since I can remember, in a huge city mansion right across
from Central Park on Fifth Avenue. My parents William Alexander Maxfield
and Kathryn Anastasia Maxfield are never home and when they are it is
usually for about a week and then they treat me more like a friend than a
son. Miss Barclay, the housekeeper, has been more of a mother to me than my
own mother. I find myself often wondering if she loves me and if I love her
(my mother I mean). My father, well he has never had to work a day in his
life, and he and my mother are never home. I could understand if it was
work that kept them always gone, but they are always at one of our many
houses all over the world, while they keep up with the rest just like
them. I believe that their group was once called the International Set, but
now are simply called the Jet Set just because they jet from one playground
of the world to another. Frankly, I think that it would get somewhat
boring, but hey that's just me. Don't get me wrong I enjoy being the son of
one of the richest men in the world but money doesn't buy everything. I
would trade it all just to have a normal family.

I picked up the letter and read it again this time looking for details.
What the hell, I'll just read it to you.

"Dear Alex~

Hi son! How are you? Fine we hope. Your mother and I have decided to move
you out to California. In two weeks you'll need to go to La Guardia and get
on your jet. Everything is already out there. Your mother and I took the
time to buy you a house and furnish it for you. We've decided to keep the
apartment here in New York, but since you're so set on going to Stanford
we've decided it would be in your best intresets to move you out there so
you can get a feel for the environment. We have also decided to send you to
Westwood Academy. It's a private school that happens to be one of the best
in the state. You won't have to board there, so you can drive yourself home
everynight after school and you won't have to wear a uniform either. We
will visit you before school starts to make sure that you're okay. When you
fly out, there will be a limo waiting for you, but after that you can drive
yourself. By the way Miss Barclay will be going as well. Remind her she'll
need to hire a new staff. We think you'll enjoy this decision. We love you
always,

Mom and Dad."

Well there it is, with that simple little note my life just got fucked.
Well, I guess I should have one of the maids pack my shit up so I can be
ready to move. I can't believe my parents did this to me one month before
school starts. I decided to go visit my best friend Samantha De Vere at her
family's summer house in the Hampton's. I walked down to the garage and
surveyed the line of cars there. I chose the Lexus SC430. I took the top
off then jumped in and drove off. As I made my way up the Long Island
coast, I put my LeAnne Rimes CD in and blared "Can't Fight the Moonlight"
singing along as I drove.

I pulled up to the gate and pressed the call button.

"How may I help you?" asked the voice.

"Hi, is Sam here?" I asked.

"Who would like to know?" the voice asked.

"Alex Maxfield," I answered.

"You can enter," replied the voice after a minute.

"The gate slowly opened and an armed guard, who was really hot, approached
me.

"Can I see some I.D.?" he asked with a sexy voice.

"Sure here you go," I said as I ran my eyes all over the guards hunky body
as he compared the picture to me.

"OK," said the guard, "There are two more checkpoints. One more on the way
the house and another once you get to the house. Make sure you go to the
front door and drive slow."

"Sure thing," I said as I slowly drove along the mile long driveway. Once
inside the house and in Sam's room, I asked,

"What's with all the security this time?"

"My mother got another death threat. The price she pays for being an
actress," laughed Sam. Sam has been my friend since we started Manchester
Academy back in preschool. She's tall and slender with blonde hair just
past her shoulder blades and deep blue eyes. She's got a nice tan and an
uncanny intuition. She's the one that informed me I was gay. She just came
out and said that I was gay, and then I admitted it. But if I was straight
she would definitely be the girl I would go after.

"Oh I wish mine would get one so she would be forced to stay home with me,"
I said.

"What do you mean stay home with you? You just got back from Costa Rica,"
she said throwing a pillow at me.

"Here read this," I said and handed her my parents letter. She read it,
looked at me and screamed at the top of her lungs,

"CALIFORNIA!!!!!"

"Yeah, I know. Sucks doesn't it?" I replied.

"That's so not fair!!! We are going to be seniors next year. What are we
going to do?" whined Sam.

"I don't know but you're going to have to come and visit me as often as
possible, even if I have to send you my jet," I answered.

"Well does Jacob know?" asked Sam. She always had a knack of going straight
to the subject I wanted to avoid.

"Not yet," I said as I turned away to hide the tears that were welling up
in my eyes. You see Jacob was my boyfriend. We'd been together since the
beginning of our Junior year at Manchester.

I remember it well, the first time we actually talked. We were both part of
the in-crowd but we never actually to know one another, at least not until
that night. Rebecca Chesterman was having a back to school party since her
parents were in Europe on vacation. I was in the drawing room because I was
tired and getting ready to leave, when in waked Jacob Groves, the hottest
guy in school and captain of the lacrosse team at Manchester. He walked
over to an armchair across from where I was sitting. He looked at me for a
few minutes until I said,

"Hey Jacob, what up?"

I guess he was doing some serious thinking because he jumped when I said
his name.

"Huh? Oh hey Alex. What up?" he asked in his sexy voice. Okay everything
about him is sexy, the way he walks, laughs, even the way he looks at you
with those steel gray eyes, oh man, it makes me want to melt.

Jacob is about my height, tan, ripped like a Greek god, blonde hair, blue
eyes, and perfect.

"Not much man," I said in response to his question trying to hide my
obvious excitement that we finally would get to talk, at least.

"Ya know, Alex, we've been hanging out together ever since we started
Manchester and I feel like I still don't know you. Let's see if we can
change that," he said looking into my eyes.

"You know I've often felt the same way," I replied. We talked about our
likes, dislikes, hobbies, school, and the usual bullshit for about an
hour. Then he walked over to the sofa I was sitting on and sat down facing
me with his back up against the armrest. I turned to face him and he said,

"Now maybe I can hear you a little better. The noise out there is way too
much ."

I got up and shut the drawing room doors and returned to my seat and we
continued to talk for another hour or so. All of a sudden he leaned over
and kissed me with all his pent-up passion. I was too stunned to move and
when he sensed this he immediately backed off and said,

"Oh shit Alex. I didn't mean to, I mean I meant to, just not like that.
I've wanted to do that for so long now. I just couldn't help myself. I'm
sorry."

"For what?" I asked trying not to smile and make it appear that I was
pissed.

He just looked at me all confused and then I leaned over and kissed him
square on the mouth with all of my own passion. He responded and we kissed
for a full five minutes. When we broke our kiss I managed to pant out,

"Now its my turn to be sorry."

He smiled at me and kissed again. Slowly he laid his body on top of mine
and as kissed, my hands began to take off his black Armani ribbed t-shirt.
We broke our kiss as I slipped the shirt off his body. Then he began to
unbutton my Versace oxford shirt kissing his way down until he reached my
belt. I sat up and undid his belt as he did the same to me. Soon we were
both naked on the couch with our hard-ons rubbing up against one another. I
looked at him and said,

"I want to feel you deep inside of me."

He just gave me this blank look, so I said,

"Fuck me, Jacob."

He grunted his approval and spit on his hands which he then rubbed all over
his dick until it was dripping with his saliva. He put my legs over his
shoulders and positioned his wet dickhead at my waiting hole. I relaxed as
he pushed into me and I felt a sharp pain as his dick slid into me. Once he
was all the way in he stopped to let me get used to it. Slowly the pain
went away and I was filled with this of intense pleasure. Slowly he slid
almost all the way out of me and then back in, increasing the rhythm as he
thrusted. He groped for my cock and began to jerk it in rhythm with his
thrusts. Suddenly he tensed and began jerking me faster until I cried,

"I'm cumming!!!!!"

"So...am...I!!!!" he grunted. My cum splashed all over our chests while I
felt him filling up my hole with his sweet man juice. After he stopped
squirting in me he collapsed in top of me and we fell asleep.

Yea that's how I started my relationship with Jacob. After that night we
were absolutely inseparable. I was brought back to by Sam saying,

"So how are you going to tell him and when?"

"I don't know. I'll probably leave him a voicemail telling him. He can call
me if he wants too," I answered, unwisely.

She just stared at me.

"LEAVE HIM A FUCKING VOICEMAIL!?!?!?!" Sam screamed at me, "No! You'll
drive your happy ass over to his apartment and tell him, and when I call
him he better be with you or at least know about your move. Do you
understand me?"

"Yes ma'am!" I said as if I was addressing a drill sergeant at basic
training.

"Now, Alex," she commanded, "You two need some time together."

"Okay. I'll see you before I leave right?" I asked.

"Of course. Now leave!" she said.

As I was driving back to Manhattan, I thought about how much this was going
to hurt Jacob. I decided to call him to make sure that we could talk.

"Hello?" answered Jacob.

"Hey sexy man! What are you doing around three-thirty today?" I asked.

"I don't know, but I have a feeling you're gonna tell me," he said with a
chuckle.

"Jacob, seriously, we need to talk," I replied.

"Okay, okay, babe. Chill out. Where do you wanna meet?"

"How about at your apartment?"

"Sure. I'll be expecting you."

"Bye. I love you."

"I love you too, Alex."

I hung up my cell phone and wondered just how he would take the news. We'll
probably have to break up because I don't like the whole long distance
bullshit.

Well at 3:30 I pulled into the underground parking garage. Five minutes
later I was knocking on his apartment door. I gasped when he opened his
door. Don't ask me why, but always do that whenever I see him. Maybe it's
because he's such a fuckin hottie that I just can't help myself.

"Hey babe! Come here!" said Jacob grabbing me and pulling me into his
apartment kissing me at the same time. When we finally broke our kiss I
sort of pushed him away and he looked at me with a puzzled look on his cute
face.

"What's wrong, hon?" he asked.

I didn't answer him. Instead I handed him the letter. He took it, his hands
shaking slightly. He quietly read the letter and then pulled me into a big
hug.

"I don't want to leave you," I sobbed.

"I know you don't but it seems like you have to," he answered trying to
hide his emotions from me. He was never really good at that.

"It's just so unfair," I cried.

"Hey let's not think about it. Remember we still have two weeks together,"
he said.

* * * * * *

Those two weeks flew by so fast. I spent every night at Jacob's, but was
back at my house by ten o'clock every morning to see to the supervision of
the servants packing, much to Miss Barclay's annoyance.

Well the day of my departure rolled around, Thursday, August 18, 2001. I
had Louie, the chauffeur drive me to the airport since nobody would be
going with me that wasn't moving. When I got to the terminal I found Jacob
and Sam waiting for me. After a tearful good bye to both of them and some
other friends who showed up, Miss Barclay told me it was time to go.

We hurried down the stairs to the tarmac. As I was entering the jet I
turned and waved to all of them. They were standing at the windows waving
good bye. I saw Jacob wipe the tears from his eyes and Samantha gave him a
big hug. I waved again then turned and got in the jet.

You know most kids get a car on their sixteenth birthday. Well I got five
and a brand-new Gulfstream IV jet. Excessive, maybe, but it comes in handy.

The flight to Los Angeles was uneventful. Miss Barclay tried to cheer me up
but I told her it was no use. Finally she stopped talking and I fell
asleep. I woke up to Miss Barclay gently shaking me and telling me that we
were in L.A.

"Oh joy," I said sarastically, and Miss Barclay just looked at me.

Well that's the end of part one tell me what you think of it at
lightningman02@yahoo.com


Ian