Date: Sun, 12 Dec 1999 23:24:34 GMT
From: Tel R O'Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rich Kid part 10

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
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without permission from the author.

        I don't plan on posting anything more now until after the New Year.
I hope you all have a very happy Christmas and New Year.

Teller


The Rich Kid
Part 10 The Aftermath

	No one said anything to me about what was loosely called the
fight. It was probably just as well. Despite having got the initial anger
out of my system, I was still angry, but desperately ashamed of myself
too. How could I let that have happened. It was so unlike me. Despite
numerous attempts to apologise to Tom, he wouldn't even look at me, never
mind listen. I did however discover that I hadn't broken his nose.  Thank
heaven for small mercies!
	Mike, on the other hand, was doing a little better. Tom would talk
to him, but would immediately turn and walk away if he mentioned my name. I
was truly sorry and needed to make it clear to him despite his childish
behaviour. Things were never quite the same after that. The other prefects
started listening a lot more to what they were told by the younger boys
particularly if it involved an older boy. So as it turned out, Freckle's
life wasn't entirely wasted!
	Setting Tom and I apart, school life settled down considerably
after the "fight" as we all tried to return to some semblance of
normality. Needless to say, our form was allowed to attend the funeral,
which meant no lessons that morning. It was the one time I really needed
Mike to hold me, but he daren't, not in public. He was scared of the talk
it might cause. I didn't blame him too much. I guess I was being a little
selfish too. That afternoon was very subdued. No one really had the heart
for playing sport, but still we had to play.
	It was that night when my grief finally started to really affect
me.  Luckily, Mike was now able to hold me and really support me through
it. We lay in bed, hugging and holding each other tight. It's funny how we
take things so much for granted, like life itself. How we can be happy and
smiling one day and gone the next.  Ok, Freckles had his problems, but deep
down he was a really happy, huggable guy and I am going to miss him dearly.
	As I lay next to Mike, the tears gently ran down across my cheek
and on to my pillow. I couldn't help but remember the fun we had all had
with our friend, but no more. That night I slept fitfully and wasn't much
use for anything the following morning.
	The new day brought about some changes that to my mind were long
over- due. It was in chapel that my lack of sleep caught up with me and
Mike had to keep nudging me to wake me up. That is until the changes were
announced. The first change was that each form had it's own designated
shower area and no one from another form was allowed to use it. As a
consequence, the bathroom off of Mike's and my room was unlocked. The
second to my mind was already happening, but the Master announced that some
prefects were going to be trained as student councillors and volunteers
were asked for. I would have liked it to be taken one stage further. I
wanted to see the call for volunteers extended across the whole school
population, not just the prefects. They tended to stick together and if you
complained about one to another, the first was almost guaranteed to hear
about it. So it would be self defeating to a large extent.
	During morning break, I spoke to our house master about the
suggestion I had concerning the student councillors. I'll give him his due,
he listened to what I had to say but kept trying to put the idea down. In
the end he agreed he would pass my idea on, but only if I volunteered. I
did - much to his surprise. Needless to say, by the end of the week there
was a mixture of prefects and student being considered for councillor
training. At least now there would be some guarding of the guardians.
	That week passed very slowly and when Friday night came, Mike, a
couple of fourth formers and I headed out to the local cinema. As action
films go, it was quite good, but the change from the normal routine really
made a difference. It was as though we had been on holiday for a couple of
weeks. By the time we returned to school, all four of us were very
happy. Being a Friday, Mike and I did more than just snuggle, lots more.
	We showered together which is where the fun started. As the water
ran over us we hugged each other tight. Armed only with a single barrelled
pee shooter (you know what I mean, the one all us chaps are born with) and
a bar of soap we worked up a good lather. As our lips connected our tongues
started to dance. With our pee shooters trapped between to well soaped up
bodies, our trip to euphoria started. I hope it was going to be a long slow
trip. My hands took the scenic route all over Mike's broad back and
shoulders gliding over his skin. Mike's hands were looking for somewhere a
little more personal. With a loving sigh from me at least two fingers found
what they were looking for.
	Our tummies glided softly across each other sending those wonderful
tingly messages to our brains that caused our passion to rise still
further. It wasn't long before we were both groaning with the delight of
each other's touch. I knew it wouldn't be long before the first part of my
journey would be over and as my self- control was fading, I flipped the
water control on with my finger. I should have been more careful as the
proverbial bucket of cold water hit us. We left the shower in such a hurry
we fell over the small step and landed in a heap on the floor. Apart from
me cursing as we squashed my injured hand and a couple of grunts from Mike,
we continued relentless. Our passion was slightly cooled and some of the
soap suds had gone otherwise nothing had changed.
	With me on top now pinning Mike to the floor, I slowed us down and
the demonstration of our love for each other carried on at a much gentler
pace enabling me to reduce the risk of blowing it. After a while, the hard
floor proved too much for Mike and after resetting the water temperature we
rinsed off. Our passion wasn't to be denied though and before we even
reached the bed, Mike had my pee shooter in a firm grasp and I was
rocketing towards an explosive climax. Mike released me and as I hit the
bed he consumed me like a hungry child wolfs a hot dog down whole.  It was
no good. With a warning grunt I gave Mike all I had and still my body
wanted to give him more.
	As I lay there exhausted from my first trip to euphoria, Mike moved
me round on the bed like a crane moves a heavy load around a construction
site.  Gently he lay me in the middle with my head on the pillow. Slowly he
started kissing his way down my exhausted body lingering in the places
where he knew he could send me crazy with desire for him. He was right
too. Just a few seconds on each of my nipples and I was back on that
journey to euphoria. A raspberry on my belly button set us both rocking
with hysteria. Thankfully it didn't last long and with just a little
persuasion my pee shooter was ready for action, but was it loaded? Mike
didn't stop to find out and as he teased my two reservoirs, I knew what I
wanted next and knew too it was what he was hoping for.
	I lifted my knees and he put them over his shoulders, one either
side of his head. I was expecting him to work his way back up and kiss me
on the lips.  He didn't.  With an expert swipe of his tongue across the
entrance to my tunnel of love, my body shook as all my muscles spasmed at
the same time. It was too late, my pee shooter had gone off again. It was
loaded. Mike continued with his tongue as he explored the regions further
in and before too long his tongue disappeared from view as it entered the
tunnel where I had never expected it to. God he was good! All I had left
now was the moans and sighs as he pushed my pleasure levels to their limits
and beyond.
	In my now totally exhausted and awesomely euphoric state, I could
do nothing to resist Mike as he tried to make me feel even better. Not that
I wanted to stop him, it's just that with my damn hand I found it hard to
make him feel as good as I wanted to. It wasn't long before I felt his
tongue being replaced by something much longer and thicker. I felt his body
gently come into full contact with mine as he leaned forwards and teased my
ears and neck with his nose and tongue. All I could do was lay there
wriggling and squirming as I reached yet another climax. This time there
was no cleaning up to do though despite me trying my best.
	Mike really took his time and I tried to ensure that he felt as
good as possible.  It felt like a lifetime before he really started
pounding into me. Then came a prolonged sigh as he gave me all he had to
offer. He collapsed on top of me, completely exhausted. All I could do was
hold him tight. Well almost. A couple of quick spanks on his behind caused
me to shudder to one final orgasm that put me out of the game. We rolled
over and slept peacefully for the rest of the night.
	Someone banging on the door woke us up the next morning. There were
a few moments of panic as I messed my bed up before walking over to the
door and opening it. There was Greg, one of the guys from our form. He was
wearing his white gym shorts and not a lot else. I saw him in a different
light after that.
	"You guys better get down to the dorm and quick!" He panted.
	"Why? What's going on?" I asked as my interest was aroused.
	"It's TOM!" He replied uncertainly and dashed off.
	That was it! If that bastard had done anything to any of my friends
he would pay even more dearly this time than the last! Mike tossed me some
shorts and we dashed down to investigate.
	The door to the dorm opened with a bang as I crashed though
it. Everyone in the dorm was startled by my entrance. Ok, so it was a bit
melodramatic, but I wanted them all to think it was a teacher or
someone. What I saw hit me as hard as I hit the door. Curled up on what was
Freckles bed was a boy. Obviously he was older than the rest of us, but
until I got up close to him I couldn't see who it was.
	As I knelt down by the bed, the boy turned and faced me. There, not
more than six inches away from me, was the face I took great pleasure
breaking my knuckles on only days before. Tom! We both froze. He had tears
streaming down his face, his eyes were all red and puffy. My heart was
thumping, but my brain was confused. I reached out and gently wrapped my
arms around him in much the same way a parent does their baby. He lurched
forward and wrapped his arms around me.
	"I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry." He said mingled in with more than a
generous handful of sobs. I hugged him tighter and very gently started
massaging his back and shoulders as my shoulder got wetter and wetter. From
what I could make out, he blamed himself for Freckles accident. Well, that
was how we tried to think of it. It looked as though I had my first case as
a student councillor.
	It was strange, but as Tom cried onto my shoulder all I could
really think about was the pain in my hand. His proximity seemed to magnify
it somehow.  It was now that my guilt hit me about how unfair I had been to
Tom and slowly tears fell from my eyes too. Despite all that had happened,
I now felt a real need to help and look after the boy in my arms.
	"Come on you two. Let's go back to our room." Mike said softly,
almost fatherly to us. We followed in our own time. Neither Tom nor I
wanted to let go of the comfort that by now was holding us tightly
together. When we got back to our room, Tom and I sat on my bed and cried
and cried. For over an hour, Mike simply supported us both while letting us
get our sorrow out of our systems. He was absolutely brilliant. He was
there for both of us and seemed to know exactly how we felt too.
	By lunch time, Tom and I were on very good talking terms and all
three of us went to lunch together. We turned quite a few heads as we
entered the dining room, but what the hell. We had sorted out our
differences and healed a common wound together. The only thing we both
regretted, but didn't admit to each other, was that Freckles wasn't there
with us.
	It was then that the idea came to us. Freckles was a popular
boy. Not only amongst our form, but with quite a large number of other
forms too. Why not hold a memorial dinner for him. A full-blown formal
dinner, right here in the school dining room. Mike was not much better than
luke warm to the idea, but we could count on his support. It would give all
his friends the chance to express how they felt about him in a way that was
in keeping with school tradition and also fitted in with parts of the
curriculum.  When we had finished lunch, Tom and I had a quiet word with
the catering supervisor to check that it would be feasible as far as the
kitchen was concerned. We had no problems there, we could even use our
normal rations to help reduce any extra costs that it might create. We
sorted out some sample menus. Our next stop was the house master. He was
interested in the idea, but wanted to know more about what we had in mind.
	Mike, Tom and I spent the afternoon working out how best to tackle
the project and get as many key staff on our side as possible. By the time
we had finished, it seemed as if the whole project fitted in to the
curriculum very neatly.  The house master came up to visit us after tea and
we put our case forward. He was suitably impressed and agreed to pass it on
to the Master. In fact, he even managed to wangle himself an invite should
our plan proceed.
	After this, Tom invited Mike and I to his room for a coffee. A
sixth form privilege that both Mike and I wished for as we were both avid
coffee drinkers. As we drank, Tom and I talked more about Freckles and at
one point I asked a question that really made us all quite tense. "How did
he honestly feel about Freckles?"  There was very tense pauses as Tom
considered his answer which, when it came, really caught me off guard.
	"I loved him dearly. Far more than I can express or could ever tell
him."  Mike and I were stunned. "The biggest problem was could I trust any
of you. We all know what happens officially to gays in this place."
	"Why didn't you say something to him?" I asked. I knew that that
was all Freckles wanted to hear from Tom. The trouble was I also knew
exactly what Tom was afraid of. I glanced at Mike. 'Dare we risk telling
him about us?' was my question.  He certainly knew we fooled around
together, but I didn't for one minute imagine he knew how we really felt
about each other. He had just been open and honest with us.  Mike gave me a
subtle nod. It was as if he knew what I was thinking. For some reason I had
a feeling of deja-vu. Hadn't we all been through this before.
	"Jesus Tom. You can trust us with your life. Especially as Mike and
I are lovers." I stopped to see how he would react. A look of shock flashed
across his face.
	"You two? Never. I know you like messing about, but lovers?
Never. You're just trying to make me feel better. Besides I didn't love him
like that."  Tom replied.  There was that feeling of deja-vu again.
	"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Mike said stopping me from
pushing the point further.
	"Freckles was great to be with and knew what he wanted in life, if
(you know what I mean, but all I ever wanted was to find out what it was
like. How it felt." Tom stopped and looked at us both. I think he was
looking for some reassurance that we weren't going to take the piss out of
him.
	I had made a major misjudgement of the situation which could have
possible serious consequences for both Mike and I. How could I have been so
stupid?  Tom was looking at us both alternately, he was unsure whether to
continue or not.
	"I still don't understand why you didn't tell him all of this. He'd
have been disappointed, who wouldn't, but he'd also have understood." I
said calmly.
	"I couldn't. It was embarrassing enough having him tell me he." Tom
lowered his voice, "telling me he loved me. Do you really know what it is
like when another boy tells you that? Do you know how it makes you feel?"
Tom asked.  "Especially when you can't return that love."
	"Yes. I do." I replied.
	"I bet you do." Tom said sarcastically.
	"You haven't been listening to a word either of us have said, have
you?  Otherwise you would know that I," I paused, "that Mike and I ARE in
love!" I let what I had said sink in and waited for a reaction from Tom.
	"Bollocks!" Was his reply. "Prove it!" He challenged.
	"How the hell do you prove that you love someone?" Mike butted in.
	"Kiss him. A proper kiss mind you, not one that you might give your
mum or your sister." Tom said in an almost challenging way. I wasn't sure
what he was now trying to prove. I had that uncomfortable feeling in the
pit of my stomach.
	"That wouldn't prove anything, besides how do you prove a feeling?
You can do it with a kiss, but that would only tell the person being
kissed. Even then it wouldn't be conclusive." Mike replied.
	Our conversation was stopped by a commotion outside. A car had
screeched to a halt in the car park below our window. Mike looked out, only
because he was the first there. We were clamouring to see, but couldn't.
	"It's the cops!" Mike said excitedly. "And there's Thorne with
them. He got out of their car."
	"What's he been up to?" I asked.
	"How the hell should I know." Mike answered sharply. Well, it was a
bit of a stupid question.
	"You should see the state of him. He's obviously picked on someone
that wasn't quite the push-over he thought they were." Mike added. We all
burst out laughing. Thorne was lead towards the Porter's lodge and we all
returned to what we were doing. We all wanted to shake the other guys
hand. Well, I mean, Thorne was one of the biggest bullies in school. If we
had watched a little longer we would have even more to talk about. All of
us missed the Master being escorted from the premises.
	Gossip was rife the following morning. At breakfast there were all
sorts of rumours going around. In chapel, the address was given by the
Deputy Master.  He was one of those people that sounded soft, but was
really as hard as nails.  None of us wanted to get on the wrong side of
him. Morning classes got off to their usual Monday morning start, but
things soon changed as first me, then Mike and a few other boys were called
out of class and sent to the library.
	Once there, I was shown to one of the small study desks and a
police officer started asking me questions. I answered as best as I
could. He wouldn't answer any of my questions though. What the hell was
going on? I was asked all about my dealings with the Master and then about
Thorne and his cronies. I knew he was tangled up in this some how. The
question was, how? And who beat him up?

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	I would like to point out too that all of the events in the story
are entirely fictitious and although there may be the occasional sexual
encounter in British public schools, they are on the whole rare. I would
also like to say that no matter how bad the problem, suicide is NOT the
answer. There is always someone who can and will help.
	If you have any comments please e-mail me at
teller_of_tales@hotmail.com as usual flames will be ignored. I would like
to thank Marc for his help proof reading the story and both Marc and Trey
for stirring my grey matter when it needed it.  Thanks both of you.