Date: Sat, 23 Nov 2002 08:40:29 -0800 (PST) From: Ian Boldt <lightningman02@yahoo.com> Subject: Life Of Luxury Part 6 Well i finally got around to writing part six and i promise more is on the way. If you are no of the legal viewing age in your area or do not wish to read anything that has homosexual sex in it then I suggest you leave. If it doesn't bother you and you like reading something that has homosexual sex in it then I suggest you continue and enjoy. Part 6 "Boys come on now. It's time to wake up," said Miss Barclay as she came into the bedroom and woke us up. Thank God we somehow managed to get under the covers during the night because even Miss Barclay would've been shocked to see us in that position. I tried to push Brendan off of me but he was on top of me like a deadweight. So I started to tickle him. Slowly he started to stir, so I put my hand on his dick. I began to massage the morning hard-on and almost instantly his eyes flew open. He gave me one of his sexy grins and said, "Morning babe." "Morning babe yourself," I said, "We only have and hour until school starts." "Shit!" he said getting up off of me. I got out of bed and walked into my closet and grabbed two terry-cloth robes. I put one on and gave Brendan the other one. "How long do take in the shower?" I asked. "Well if I'm alone about five to ten minutes, but if I have a 6'2", 190 lbs. of solid muscle, brown hair with blond highlights, and green eyed hottie with me, well, it could take forever," he said smiling. "Well since we don't have forever I suggest we take separate showers," I said. "Oh come on," he said, "I promise to be a good boy." "Nope. Get your hot ass in there and take your shower. You'll find clothes on the dressing table when you get out. Now get," I commanded. He walked into the bathroom and began his shower. I went in to the closet to get him some clothes. I chose some Abercrombie & Fitch khaki cargo shorts and a white Versace wife beater, and a Hawaiian print shirt also from Abercrombie & Fitch. Since we were almost the same size shoes, mine were a half size bigger, I got him a pair of orange Polo Ralph Lauren slides to match his shirt. Then I started to pick out my outfit. Mine was the same except the shirt and slides were a different color, yellow. I also picked out a necklace for him and for me. As I was putting it on his pile he came out and said, "Damn, man you have good taste." "I know," I answered walking into the bathroom. I was just stepping into the shower when he came in and said, "I don't have any underwear." "You don't have to wear any," I said as I started washing my hair, "But if you really want some they're in the top drawer of the left dresser." He walked out and I finished my shower. I dried my self off and shaved my face, brushed my teeth, cleaned my ears, and gelled my hair. I walked out into the dressing room my deodorant on, and then got dressed. I put on some Abercrombie Woods and walked out into the kitchen where Brendan and Miss Barclay were talking. "Good morning Master Alex," said Miss Barclay putting a plate of eggs, bacon, toast, and a glass of orange juice in front of me, "Master Brendan and I have been talking and it turns out my aunt is Master Brendan's mother's personal secretary. Is that not extraordinary?" "Really?" I asked. "Fuck!" I said, "Come on Bren we have to be at school in fifteen minutes!" I gulped down my OJ and grabbed the keys to the X5. "Come on," I said, "I'll drive." We got into the SUV and as soon as the door was open I was speeding towards the gate. As the gate opened I pulled out into the busy morning traffic on Sunset. We made our way to the school and when we pulled up to the gate it opened. We drove up to the porte-cochere and the valet came and opened my door. I stepped out and waited for Brendan. "Take good care of it," I said tipping him a hundred bucks. "Yes, sir," said the valet. Brendan was just standing there. "Hey Bren," I said, "What's the big deal?" "Whaddya mean?" he asked. "Don't treat me like I'm an idiot. Why was Eric so upset about it?" "Alex we have got to stop talking about Eric, but the whole valet thing is only reserved for those kids whose parents either donate heavily or are on the board of directors. When Eric heard this I guess he thought it meant he had to be nice to you." "Oh, so what class do we have first?" "We are office aides first hour." "What's an office aide?" "Basically you sit in the office and yuk it up with the secretaries and the teachers that don't have a class." "Oh." We were walking to the office when Colleen came up to us, she glared at me. "Good morning Brendan. I hope Eric didn't scare you last night, it was only a joke," she said. Then turning to me, "As for you, I suggest you lay low and don't piss me off or else you are gonna wake up with the whole state on your ass." "Whatever bitch," I said, "You fuck with me and I'll get this whole god-damn country on your ass." "Really?" she said laughing, "And just whom do you know?" "Well let's see, my family gives a million dollars to each Republican who runs for Congress, governor, or President, and if they win we give them five million, so I pretty much have them in my back pocket. Oh wait, the governor of this great state, he isn't, why yes he is...he's a Republican. Five million is an awful lot to lose. So don't mess with me. Let's go Brendan," I said, "Bye Colleen." "This is so not even fucking close to being done bitch-boy!" she screamed after us. "Man you fucking dated a bitch," I said. "Don't I know it," said Brendan, "So Alex, does your family really do all that?" "Brendan I don't say something unless I mean it. Of course if I add a `just joking' to the end of it then its not true," I answered. "Man that's an awful lot of money," said Brendan. "My parents use it as a tax write-off," I answered. The morning went by peacefully enough. When we went to lunch that's when the shit started. Brendan went to get us lunch while I went to the table to sit down. "Hey honey," said Camille as I walked up. "What up babe?" I asked. "Not much," she said laughing, "Take a seat." "Yes ma'am," I replied. Colleen came up and sat next to me and said, "Alex, I'm sorry for the way I acted this morning. It's just that I'm under a lot of stress, and Eric can be a bit of a fuck up." "Yeah I'm sorry for the way I acted," said Eric coming up and sitting on the opposite side of me. I shot a questioning glance at Camille and she shrugged. Colleen was asking me a question and I turned my head to answer her. When I turned back around, Brendan was back and he wasn't happy. "Alex, we need to talk." "Okay," I said getting up and following him. "What did you do to Eric?" he asked. "What do you mean?" I asked dumbfounded. "He told me you were feeling him up," said Brendan trying to control his anger. "Oh my God! He's lying. I didn't touch him," I said almost crying. "Then how did he get this?" asked Brendan showing me a piece of paper that had something written on it. It said, "Eric call me sometime and we'll fuck. 512-3939. Alex." "What? I don't know. Hey that's not even my handwriting," I said looking for Brendan, but he was gone. I ran back into the lunchroom but it was empty. "Shit," I said and almost started crying. I walked outside to the valet stand and asked them to get my car. "Which one is it?" asked the valet. "The black BMW X5," I answered. He brought my car back and I drove home. As I was pulling up I noticed that there was a baby blue Porsche Boxster under the porte-cochere. I parked in the garage and walked into the house. "Miss Barclay who's here?" I asked. "Me," said Camille coming into the kitchen. "Hey what's up?" I asked, "How did you know where I'd be and where I live?" "You know you're new around here. When this house sold your parents paid nearly five times the market value. It was all in the papers. They even did a story on you. Anyways the reason why I'm here is because when I heard Colleen and Eric talking after he had walked through the cafeteria I knew you had to be told," she said. "Told what?" I asked. "That they forged the note," she answered. "I know," I said, "I tried to tell Brendan but he was gone when I realized it." "That's why you have to go and talk to him," she said. "I can't. He doesn't believe me," I protested. "If he loves you he'll believe you," she said. "How do you know?" I asked. "When he had just broken up with Colleen he said if you love someone then you believe in them as well," she said, "And he always means what he says." "Why are you so interested in this?" I asked. "Well if you must know," she began, "Brendan and I grew up together. I always had a huge crush on him but he always seemed to like Colleen better. She put on a good act and when she finally bagged him, she became queen bitch. She did a complete one-eighty; started acting like she was better than everyone else. When in reality her family is on of the poorest in the group. Well, anyways when he broke up with her I thought I had finally gotten my chance, I mean I was gonna tell him how I felt and everything. But then I started hearing rumors about his preferences, so one night I was on my way over to ask him about it when he comes flying out of his gate, so I put my car into low and followed him. He drove down to San Diego and parked in front of a club called `The Rainbow Lounge.' I waited for him to come out and when he did he kissed this guy and was rubbing his crotch. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was devastated. I turned my car on and drove by him really slowly then sped off. Not more then ten seconds later his black 911 pulled up next to me and my phone began ringing. I answered it and Brendan wanted to know what I was doing following him. I told him that I was on my way to his house to talk to him but when he flew out of his driveway, I followed him because I was curious. He asked me not to tell anyone and I promised I wouldn't but I knew I didn't have a chance after that. But when I met you I thought that there was somebody that would be mine, but then I noticed how you always seemed to be around Brendan. So I put two and two together and made a bet with the other girls of the Fashion Trio. Then an idea hit me. Why not try to hook you two up. Well, you didn't give me a chance to do that. But whenever I would catch Brendan looking at you and I saw the happiness and the obvious attraction, I knew you two should be together. That's why I was so pissed when Eric pulled his little spoiled brat bullshit. But I wish you would have pressed charges then he could have been some huge black man's bitch." "So basically you love Brendan so much that you only want for him what makes him happy?" I asked and she nodded. "And you think I make him happy?" I asked. "I don't think, I know," she answered, "Which is all the more reason for you to go and see him." "Alright, I'll go and talk to him," I said. "Good," she said, "Oh and Alex, take a car that he hasn't seen you drive." feedback is always welcome you can get in touch with me at lightningman02@yahoo.com.