Date: Tue, 07 Sep 1999 20:28:02 GMT
From: TellerOf Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rich Kid part 1

WARNING:

	This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar
ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal in your locality, please
leave now! The story and its associated characters are entirely fictional
and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental.
Some parts of the story have been idealised.
	The author has copyrighted this story.  A single copy had been placed in
the Nifty Archive. Do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or other
web-sites without permission from the author.


The Rich Kid
Part 1 The Meeting

	As I lay on the grassy bank just above the small sandy beach, I wrestled
with the decision. Do I take my shorts off or not? The weather was certainly
hot enough to get away with skinny-dipping and I had never seen any one else
at this beach, my beach. The only exception was the occasional security
guard. The guards around the house knew me, but out here by the far edge of
the lake was another matter. I rarely had contact with these guys, unlike
the guards up at the house.
	What the hell, I decided. I had my family pass in the pocket of my other
shorts and could show that if I needed to. I stood up and had a final look
around. There was no one to be seen. I slipped my hands down the back of my
swim shorts keeping my thumbs outside the waistband and slid them down. They
dropped to the ground after they passed my knees and I stepped out of them.
	This was the first time I had ever been skinny-dipping and it was really
exhilarating! It felt really great to feel the gentle afternoon breeze as it
stroked my entire 13 year-old body. If I had known what the word meant, I
would have said it felt really erotic. As it was, my treasure had made it's
own decision to pop-up and look around for itself. It stood there proud and
erect as I walked down toward the water's edge.
	I slipped into the lake and swam around for a while enjoying the cool
water, but I soon got bored. As I was walking back up the beach, the quick
glint of the sun on something shiny caught my eye. I walked a little faster
and slipped my swimming shorts and trainers on before going to investigate.
	I walked right past the place where the flash of light had come from
observing carefully and subtly for what had caused it. Sure enough, there
was someone hiding in the thick bushes that overlooked my beach. I walked on
and cut around the back and hid near where the grass had been trampled by
whomever was in the bush. I slipped behind a small bush and waited. It was
only a few minutes before a tall, fair-haired lad came creeping out.
	He was about my age and only a couple of inches taller than I. I waited for
the moment and sprang! My shoulder hit him right in the middle of his thy,
my arms wrapped around his legs, a perfect rugby tackle. He hit the ground
with a scream followed by a dull thud. I used my speed and the advantage of
surprise to pin him down.
	I looked straight into his deep blue eyes as they stared up at me.
Something stirred inside me, I didn't realise quite what it meant just at
that moment. His whole body was shaking. What I really noticed most though
was his milky white, spot free face. It looked almost angelic.
	"Who are you? What are you doing here? Don't you know this land is
private?" I shouted in my high pitched voice. He looked back at me. I must
have really scared him because his mouth was moving, but nothing was coming
out.
	"Well? Answer me!" I continued.
	"Sorry. I didn't know." Came the scared voice. I stood up and looked down
at him.
	"What do you mean, you didn't know? You had to scale the high wall that
surrounds my father's property to get here."
	"S--s--s--sorry." He squeaked.
	"What's your name boy?" I asked sounding like my father.
	"Mike . . . Mike Jones." He answered.
	"Well Mike Jones, you had best get up and come with me." I ordered.
Nervously he got up without taking his eyes off of me. My build wasn't much
bigger than his, but I had been told my personality was like my father's:
commanding. So I made good use of it. I took hold of him by his shirt collar
and grabbed the back of his belt as I steered him back to the beach.
	"Sit!" I ordered and he did. "Why were you spying on me boy?" It suddenly
hit me, I sounded too much like my father and I didn't like it. I softened
my tone. "I'm not going to hurt you. All I want to know is what you saw."
The boy blushed closely followed by me. I knew only too well what he saw.
"I've never seen anyone swimmin' naked before. What's it like?" He asked
nervously.
	"Great! Why don't you try it?" I asked.
	"I'm too scared. Besides, they'll set the dogs on me if I get caught in
here." I laughed. He looked at me with a puzzled expression.
	"What are you laughing about? They'll do the same to you if they catch
you." The boy added. I thought for a moment. `Was he trying to catch me out
or what?'
	"Do you think I'd have risked skinny-dipping here if I thought there was
even the remotest possibility of getting caught?" I said, playing along with
his game. "They never come around this part. It's too far from the wall."
	The boy visibly relaxed. Obviously he believed me. I eyed him over
cautiously. In his own way he was quite handsome and how I wished I knew his
secret. I had bloody spots all over my face. "The family curse" my father
called them.
	"Go on Mike. Try it, you'll love it!"
	"Why should I?" He replied.
	"It's the only way you'll find out what it is like." I replied trying to
appeal to what I hoped was an enquiring mind.
	"Only if you do too."
	"Ok. I will!" Cautiously, he slipped his faded tee-shirt off over his head
followed by his trainers and socks. He stood up and started unfastening his
jeans.
	"Come on then, or are you going to stand there staring at me all day?" I
slipped my trainers off and slid my hands down the back of my shorts. There
was something about this boy that drew me too him. I didn't know what it
was, but I was beginning to like him, I mean really like him. He stepped out
of his jeans and stood there poised, ready to remove his faded white
underpants. As I started to push my shorts down, he started slipping his
underpants down. Our final garments hit the sand at about the same time and
we stood there looking at each other as though neither of us had ever seen a
naked body before.
	We must have stood there for several minutes just staring at each other's
bodies, when the breeze blew. It affected me in the same way as last time
and I made a dash for the water. Mike followed me. At last, I had the water
to cover my now very excited treasure.
	"Agh!" I shouted as something hit me hard across the backs of my knees. I
crumpled into the water. I came up again a few seconds later to be greeted
by Mike laughing. I dived at him and grabbed him in a poorly positioned bear
hug. I felt him move before he leaned forwards and put me under again. I
released him and played dirty. I got a good grip of his nuts and squeezed
gently. Sure enough he stood up and I escaped. This fooling around went on
for nearly 20 minutes, all of it good humoured until there was a shout from
the beach.
	"YOU BOYS! GET OUT OF THE WATER NOW!" I looked at the beach. There were two
security men standing there, one had a dog!
	"Shit!" Mike said. "I told you we would get caught."
	"No worries." I replied calmly. We headed towards the beach. I stopped
short.
	"Get that dog off the beach and we'll come out." I shouted to the man with
the dog. "Now!" I added trying to boost my normal authoritative tone. The
man with the dog looked at the other as if asking what he should do.
	"Get out now or we release the dog." The man shouted.
	"Do that and my father will feed you to the ducks one piece at a time." I
replied. Both men paled. I don't know if it was me or what I said, but the
man with the dog backed off. Mike and I left the water and headed for our
clothes. The second guard positioned himself between us and them.
	"Not so fast kid. I give the orders here. Who are you? Don't you know this
is private property?" I had heard that line before.
	"Wrong. I give the orders here. Who the hell do you think you are talking
to?" I was starting to get wound up by now. "Check my ID. It's in my wallet
in the back pocket of my shorts." The man gave me a funny look and then
signalled for the man with the dog to check it out. I knew by the expression
on his face he had found it. He showed it to the other man. His expression
dropped to.
	"Where's the pass for the other boy?" The man with the dog asked.
	"It's in there too. He has already returned it to me." I shouted back at
him. He rummaged through my wallet, then realised the second pass had
dropped out onto the ground at his feet. Unlike most visitors passes, this
one was laminated and had been issued to me for use with school friends and
the like.
	The Security man lifted the microphone for his radio and spoke into it. The
radio crackled a bit before we all heard confirmation of the passes. The
security men were now looking almost scared. You see, my father kept
security as his number one priority especially around the house and grounds
and both of them knew that.
	In the mean time, Mike had gone almost completely white and was fixed
staring at the dog. I looked at Mike.
	"Mike." He said nothing. "Mike. Look at me." I said as I put my hand on his
shoulder and forced him to turn away from the dog. He stood there shaking
like a leaf and was as white as a ghost. I pulled him to me and held him
tight. The two security men were just staring at us.
	"Don't just stand there! Get a 4x4 here quickly so we can get my friend
back to the house." Funnily enough, he did. I sent the dog handler away and
the other man helped me dress my new friend before the 4x4 came. It was one
of the quad bike types, with enough room for two passengers. Before we left,
I reminded the security man about the gossip rules and we sped off.
	We arrived back at the house fifteen minutes later. After settling Mike
down into one of the large arm chairs in the living room, I plucked up as
much courage as I could before reporting to father. I knew it would be
better for me to see him before he summoned me. I reported to him that
security had done a good job up until the point where my identity had been
confirmed. After that they were very slow and allowed my friend to become
scared very badly by the dog. Much to my surprise, he didn't shout or
anything. He just asked what he could do to help my friend.
	"As I see it father, I started, I am partly responsible for this situation
as he was here at my request, so I should be involved with its resolution."
This made sure that I could not only ensure there were no more cock-ups with
security, but also see more of Mike.
	"I think we need to let his parents know what has happened and I'd like to
invite him to dinner tonight." I said. My father looked in amazement at me.
For once, my resolution to a problem involved only minimal expense and was,
to him, not only reasonable, but practical too.
	"Very well son. I will leave you to sort it out." I breathed a sigh of
relief before taking my leave and returning to Mike. When I got back to the
sitting room, Mike was looking much more cheerful and incredibly bewildered.
	"You really are the rich kid from the house aren't you?" Mike said.
	"That is I." I said trying to live up to the part before we both cracked up
in to fits of laughter. When we had both calmed down, I briefed Mike on what
was going to happen and what I had said to my father.
	"There's only one thing I want to know." Mike asked.
	"What's that?"
	"What's your name?" I stepped back. How had I been so remiss. I held my
hand out and stated.
	"Edward Sommerton-Thorne IV, I said formally. Mike stood up and took my
hand.
	"Michael Jones...The First." He replied as he shook my hand and then we
both broke out laughing at his joke. At least he had a grasp of the basic
protocols, and a good sense of humour too. After this, I took him up and we
had a tour of my rooms in the house. I thought his eyes were going to pop
out more than once. He was almost totally speechless when he saw my study.
We sat down in the study and chatted while one of the maids brought us up
some fruit juice and biscuits. I had an idea.
	"What day is it today?" I asked.
	"Friday. Why?" Came Mike's answer.
	"How would you like to be my house guest for the weekend?" I watched his
reaction closely. The look of wonderment on his face made me feel good. It
also meant I wouldn't be stuck in this big house all weekend with no one to
talk to or play with.
	"Do you really mean that?" He asked.
	"When you get to know me better, you'll realise that I don't invite guests
back here to Colditz very often."
	"Colditz? Why do you call it that?"
	"During the Second World War, the Germans put a lot of their POWs that kept
escaping into Colditz Castle. It was an old fortress that was almost
impossible to escape from. The security round here reminds me of the film
about Colditz. What would you call it?"
	"Yea." He replied with a grin.
	"The next thing we need to organise is your parents and some clothes for
you." I picked up the phone and dialled the drivers room. I ordered the
convertible jeep and a driver for 20 minutes time.
	We finished our drinks and headed back down to the family room. We were
playing table hockey when the maid came in.
	"Your car is waiting Master Edward". The maid informed me. Mike smiled and
we headed out to the car. The driver opened the doors for us, we climbed in
and were off. Mike gave the driver directions to his house.
	When he introduced me to his parents, I wasn't sure what there reaction
would be. I did however discover his father was unemployed and decided to
talk to my father about it. We left about 30 minutes later. Mike seemed
reluctant to let the driver take his bag until I said that it was normal.
All the way back in the jeep, our excitement at what the weekend promised
was building. We even waved at the security man that caught us on the beach
as we passed him at the main gates. All he could do was salute. We had a
good laugh at that.
	We were met in the atrium by the duty security manager. He reminded me and
briefed Mike on the routine security measures we had to observe, father's
rules, and gave Mike his badge telling him that "he MUST have it on him at
all times". The usual question came up.
	"Even when I'm in bed?"
	"Put it on the bedside table." The security manager said with a grin.
	One of the maids showed Mike to his room and we met up a few minutes later
in the family room and finished our game of table hockey. Mike couldn't get
over how different it was from his home, but then there was quite a
difference in annual income. The game finished.
	"So what shall we do now?" I asked.
	"I dunno."
	"I know. You liked it on the quad this afternoon, didn't you?"
	"That was ace!" Mike replied excitedly.
	"Leave it to me." I said with a smug grin. I walked over to the phone and
set up a little surprise for him. "Mike, nip up stairs and put on the
tattiest clothes you have. You'll need them."
	"I haven't anything tatty with me."
	"Don't worry then. Come with me." We headed off up to my room and I
rummaged through the chest of drawers. I tossed an old tee-shirt and shorts
to him.
	"Slip into these and put your trainers on. Don't forget your pass!" I
yelled after him before slipping into my old jeans and a sweatshirt. We met
down stairs about five minutes later. The driver led us off to the garage
and handed us some overalls. Mike was really puzzled by now. After fitting
him with a crash helmet we went out the back and jumped onto the quad with
the extra seats.
	"Where to Master Edward?" The driver asked.
	"The grand tour, but miss out the kennels. Use the exciting route."
	"As you wish sir."
	We sped off around the house and down the drive. Both of us were yelling
our heads off as we went. At the end of the drive we turned onto what I knew
as the perimeter track. This is where the fun really started as we bounced
and splashed down the track. We spent about an hour racing around the
grounds before returning to the garage where the driver parked up and guided
Mike to two smaller quads. We had one each. I was able to drive around the
training track quite happily on my own while Mike was given a short lesson
by the driver. It was brilliant fun!
	By 6:30 we were caked in mud and tiring fast. Mike insisted that we help
clean the quads and naturally we both got very wet! Well, boys with hoses
and plenty of water available, is asking for trouble. With the quads
returned to the garage we headed to the rear family door of the house. We
slipped out of our coveralls and shoes and stood there dripping water all
over the place.
	"We can't drip water all over the house." Mike said to me with a grin.
	"Race you!" I replied catching on to his suggestion straight away. "Don't
forget your pass." Within a matter of moments, there were two naked, cold
and wet teenagers standing by the door.
	"Stay close by me as we go up to our rooms."
	"Why?" Mike asked.
	"Cameras!" His face lost some of its colour. "Don't worry. I have done this
loads of times." I reassured him, besides with the mud on us we can hardly
go through the main part of the house can we?"
	"Not really." Mike replied. I swiped my card through the lock and we dashed
inside. We waited for the door to close and I lead the way up the stairs
hugging the walls and dashing across to the other side on the landings. Two
minutes later we were in my room laughing about it. Mike was about to head
to his room when I showed him the connecting door in my bathroom. I opened
it and we were in his room. He looked surprised.
	"What's up?"
	I didn't think your room was so close."
	"If you follow the hall around it isn't, but it backs onto my room. Why do
you think I told them to put you in that particular room?" Mike just
grinned.
	"Bath or shower?" I asked him.
	"What time's tea?" He replied.
	"7:30"
	"Bath." Mike said in a sort of questioning tone.
	"Ok." I started running the bath. The fan started as the steam built up.
"Taps or the other end?"
	"Other end." Mike replied and then realised what I was implying.
	"I've never shared a bath before." He said. He sounded a little embarrassed
to me.
	"Just be careful where you put your feet and we'll be ok." I answered him.
	"Are you sure Eddie?" He asked.
	"Yes, and I am Edward." One of the boys at school insisted on calling me
Eddie and I hated it. The only person who ever got away with it was mother.
	With the bath ready, Mike slid in and immersed himself up to his neck. I
slid in from the side and by mutual agreement he sat up leaving me room
enough to sit at the tap end. We started washing our hands and faces. It
wasn't long before I realised it wasn't the hot water that had made Mike's
face red! He was as stiff as a scaffold pole. Mine came alive and I too went
red.
	"Turn around and kneel down so I can wash your back." I told Mike. Before
long he was purring like a kitten as I washed and massaged his back.
	"You're good at that. Where did you learn how to massage?" Mike asked as I
worked closer  and closer to his pant line.
	"School. I worked with the coach on our sports teams. It's quite easy
really." Suddenly, Mike let out a gasp. Oops, I had passed the point I was
going to stop at and now had two large firm muscles in my hands.
	"Sorry." I said rather shyly. " I didn't mean to go that far."
	"Don't worry." Mike paused. "I was hoping you might." The back of his neck
turned deep read. I said nothing. After re-soaping my hands I continued and
very soon he was purring like a kitten again. I felt very pleased with my
self. I had had the first indications of what I had felt earlier that
afternoon about my new friend.
	"Your turn." Mike said through his sighs. I turned round and knelt down on
all fours, moments later I felt two soapy hands gently stroking my
shoulders. I shivered at his touch. It was very gentle and sensuous, not
much good as a massage though, but I didn't care. My excitement mounted as
his hands past my pant line and he got to grips with me. His hands slid
around softly on those two huge muscles. He stopped, but before I could turn
around I felt him pressing in to me just below the small of my back, then
his stomach against my back and finally his chest.
	He slipped freely up and down my back as his hands grasped my chest and
started working on the muscles there. I sighed as his body started to do
what I had done with my hands. His breath against the back of my neck sent
me wild.
	"Stop please." I tried to say as my breath became short. Suddenly, it was
too late for me. With his hands still on my chest, I closed my eyes and
watched the colours flash before them as my body shuddered. Mike kept going
until he too grabbed hold of me tight with his arms while his body shook
violently for what seemed like ages.
	"Was it good?" Came Mike's soft voice in my ear.
	"Good? It was absolutely splendid!" I replied. "How about you?"
	"I've never felt that good before!" Came his answer. Mike sat up.
	"Oh." Mike said in a concerned voice.
	"Shower!" I replied guessing what the problem was. I pulled the bath plug
and joined him. For a few minutes we stood there staring at each other. I
don't think he really believed what had just happened. I know I didn't. He
turned me around and pulled me back against him. With one hand he leaned my
head back and to one side as his lips came into contact with mine. A tongue
gently touched my lips and I opened my mouth. I knew it was coming, but
still, I wasn't ready for it.
	WOW! What a feeling! I had never been kissed like this before. My head
started to spin and my legs turned to jelly.
	"Breathe." He said gently to me before resuming our kiss. His right hand
grasped me firmly and started to move. I closed my eyes and the colours
returned. This was even better than when I got one of the younger kids at
school to use his mouth. All to soon it was over and I was wobbling my way
to the towel rail. I grabbed it with both hands as Mike dried me off. The
phone in my room rang and I wobbled off to answer it.
	"Dinner's ready Mike." I called out.
	"Ok." He answered and two or three minutes later we were heading down the
main stairs to the family room where Mike and I would be eating. All I could
think about during dinner was my new friend and what he could teach me.