Date: Fri, 07 Jan 2000 23:00:31 GMT
From: Tel R O'Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rich Kid part 12

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 12

	Mike's display of emotion had surprised us all, particularly me. He
had always been the calm levelheaded one out of the two of us. Needless to
say, father covered the bill for the damage Mike had caused much to the
relief of Mr Jones. It also meant that Mike had to be taken out of school
until his problems had been resolved.
	As it turned out, he had effectively taken on my little bit of the
world.  Somehow word had leaked out that Mark Thorne was related to me and
so I was tarred with the same brush as he. Mile fought my corner and was
doing well until Thorne refused to help him put the record straight. This
was the last straw for Mike and he exploded! His initial yelling and
screaming sent everyone running from the third form sitting room before his
anger became violent. It was at this point I had arrived and the situation
began to diffuse.  I found all this out in an email from Mark Thorne of all
people. What's more, he wanted to come and visit us next weekend to talk
and explain why he hadn't helped Mike.
	This last little surprise appealed to me in several ways. Firstly I
could find out more about what had happened and why. It would also give me
the chance to try and start to build bridges to my mother's side of the
family. My biggest problem would be getting father and the ever-present
shrink to agree. As it was, the shrink proved to be quite in favour of the
idea. Father though, well that was an entirely different kettle of
fish. Father was still not on talking terms with my mother's family and
this made things difficult.  There were questions that I needed
answering. In the end the shrink helped out and father agreed albeit
reluctantly. This now only left me with one high priority job and for that,
I would have to talk to the shrink.
	At bedtime, the ever-present shrink was ready to dose Mike and I up
with whatever he thought necessary. It was now that I tried talking to
him. I knew he was staying in the house and it was this fact that finally
convinced him to forego the drugs tonight. This left the way clear for my
lover and I spend some really "high quality" time together. We settled down
and the lights were switched out. The door closed quietly sometime
later. That was my cue to slip out of my bed and in to Mike's.
	Now came the good bit. With my hand and Mike's forearm both in
plaster, getting us close was going to be fun, but where there is a will,
there's a way as they say. For the first time in ages we were able to be
together and alone. With my plaster lying gently across his chest and his
across my side we kissed. It was as though we were long lost lovers that
had spent a lifetime searching for each other. The feeling I got as our
lips met was really awesome! My lips parted as his tongue softly entered my
mouth.  Damn this cast! Our passion grew and grew, but with out current
bodily states we stood no chance of going much further than just kissing. I
could feel Mike's excitement against the inside of my thigh; mine was
sandwiched between Mike's hip and me. Our bodies writhed as we kissed. It
wasn't long before our bodies took over and we shared the very special
presents we had for each other with a body shuddering almost simultaneous
climax.
	We slept, as we were that night, wrapped in each other's arms doing
our best to hug each other. Neither of us doubted that the shrink would
have something to say about this in the morning, but what the hell. Much to
our surprise the shrink said nothing about what had happened. I guess he
had known about us all along.
	This performance was repeated almost nightly as the days
passed. The days were spent with lessons and counselling, but now that Mike
and I were back together, we were almost back to normal, so the counselling
sessions not only changed, but were also becoming less frequent. The other
task that we accomplished was getting mother's family and father together
again. Father had agreed to let Mark come over for the weekend, but he too
wasn't going to be alone. My grandfather was coming with him. I guess this
weekend was going to be tense and revealing.
	I emailed Mark my outline plan and his reply was really
encouraging. I think we were actually getting closer. He suggested that
there was something he wanted to talk to us about too. All I could do was
guess what he was referring to.
	Friday night came and the tension was building. It was most
noticeable in father, but Mike was also incapable of sitting still for more
than a few moments at a time. There was the sound of a car pulling up on
the gravel outside. The door opened and Mike and I were ready to greet our
guests with father standing in the background. The butler opened the door
and Mark and grandfather entered. Mike and I greeted them formally.  So
far, so good, father stepped forward and both grandfather and he stood
there face to face. The air was electric.
	"Grandfather." Mark said looking firmly at the old man.
	"Father." I said in much the same way. I think the fact that the
youngsters were putting the two adults under pressure forced them into
shaking hands. This was an act they hadn't done for a long, long time. We
retired to the drawing room and sat in a circle around the coffee
table. Drinks were served and Mark and I started talking.  Mike joined in
at the appropriate point and very soon we, the youngsters opened up
questions that ultimately drew in the adults.
	The discussions were very revealing. I found out that my
grandparents on my mother's side didn't consider my father worthy of their
daughter because he didn't show any promise in business. A point that had
well and truly been disproved by my father's success. It also explained why
he worked so hard and for such long hours.
	I also found out why my father's parents didn't like his choice of
bride.  Hmm.  This one took some thinking about. In brief, it boiled down
to my mother's parents having money and I mean real money. The sort you
would find it hard to spend in a lifetime, whereas my father's parents had
started small and hard to work for every penny they had. I think it could
be summarised as "the great class divide".
	It was really great to have the whole affair out in the open. It
also cleared the way for both families to resume normal relations. I knew
it was going to take time for old wounds to heal, but at least they could
now start to heal. It was getting late and we all agreed we needed some
time to think about what had been said. We agreed that Mark was to have the
room next to Mike's and mine, but grandfather still wasn't ready to stay in
the same house as father. They both decided to meet up again the following
afternoon, here. With Mark's bags up in his room, we all said farewell to
Grandfather as he left.
	Needless to say, we three boys talked a lot that night and slept
late the following morning. After breakfast, Mike and I took Mark out on
the quads. Damn, he was good and pretty soon we were off around the
grounds. It was great! But not easy to drive with Mike and me having casts!
By the time we got back we were covered in mud, but were extremely
happy. Mike also found out why Mark hadn't helped him on the day he freaked
out. It was down to his grandfather's attempts to turn him against
me. Luckily he decided for himself how he felt about me. What is more, he
even apologised for our initiations being much tougher that the others.
	We entered the house by the family door leaving our clothes in a
heap and making a mad dash for the shower. Needless to say Mark ended up in
the bath with Mike and I in our recently enlarged shower. There wasn't time
for any "fun and games" even if Mark had been interested. Besides plaster
casts and water don't mix well and we both had to be careful not to get
water into our polythene bags. Although he did pass comment about Mike and
I showering together, but that was soon cleared up when Mike pointed out it
was a twin shower and the shout for lunch helped too.
	Lunch was relaxed and Mark and father talked quite freely. It was
as if father found it easier to talk to Mark than he did the old man. I
suppose I can understand that.  Mark showed little if none of the prejudice
the old man had, but even that was starting to soften in the old man.
	Grandfather arrived after lunch and disappeared into the library
with father. Mark, Mike and I headed to the family room and played table
hockey. You know that game where the puck floats on air and you push it
around. We had a really great time just being kids. But like all great
times there has to be an end to them and in this case, it was Mark.
	"So how much truth is there in the scuttle-but going round school
that you two are gay?" Mark asked quite bluntly. Mike and I were
gob-smacked. We had expected to face this sooner or later, but later would
have been our preference.
	"We.er.what are they saying?" I asked.
	"Nothing much, just that you two are screwing each other most
nights.  That's all."  Mark replied watching me closely.
	"Would it make any difference to you if we were gay?" Mike asked
coolly. I was still in shock.
	"Nah. I don't give a shit. I just like to know where I stand with
people.  Like when we showered before lunch. You were both eyeing me up
like crazy." Mark sat on the edge of the hockey table and looked at us both
intently. "So there is some truth in the rumour then." He added looking me
in the eye.
	"Do you know what monogamous means?" Mike asked.
	"Yep. Having only one partner."
	"Well that's the way we are. We have each other, but that doesn't
stop us reading the menu. Does it? We just can't buy from it." Mike
replied. I trust Mike's judgement and sat there in silence.
	"What do you mean reading the menu?" Mark asked.
	"Looking around, seeing what might be available. That sort of
thing." I answered.
	"Fine. Just next time, if you wanna see my bits, ask first. Ok?"
Mark said.
	"Mark." I fumbled my words a little. "Can I see it now?" I asked
unsure whether I was calling his bluff or just plain interested. His
reaction was amazing. He eased his behind off the table and casually
dropped his trousers and underwear and stood there like a peacock
displaying his feathers. Ok, so he was Mr average in the equipment stakes,
but his nerve was to be admired. So did the tattoo the Head's daughter made
him get done.
	"Now it's your turn 'Eddy'." He said coolly, but in such a way as
to put me on the spot. Nervously I stood up, unfastened my jeans and let
them drop to the floor. I was visibly shaking as I tried to pull my
underwear down.
	"Mark please. Is there any need for this?" Mike asked.
	"It's called 'tit-for-tat'." Mark replied. By now my underwear was
around my knees and I was lifting the front of my shirt up. "Now that
wasn't so hard.  Was it 'Eddy'?" I shook my head. "You too Mike!"
	"What?" Mike said in surprise.
	"You too."
	"Why?"
	"You're still eyeballing me!"
	Mike simply dropped his trousers and underwear in one smooth
movement revealing himself in all his hairless glory. Yes, since I had
originally shaved him for a laugh, he had kept it up. He was also
appreciably bigger than Mark was.
	"What no pubes yet?" Mark asked with a snigger.
	"Nope. Feels great!" Mike replied cockily. "Wanna touch?" Much to
the surprise of both Mike and I, Mark waddled forwards and gently stroked
Mike's smooth belly with the back of his hand.
	"Ah. Soft as a baby's bottom." Mark replied. Unfortunately for him
though he was now in the early throws of an erection that was building
rapidly. A deep red face soon accompanied his realisation of this. Mike and
I both suppressed a laugh as we too developed erections. Before long there
were three virile teenagers admiring each other's displays of manhood.
	It was Mike who took things a step further when he wrapped his hand
around Mark causing him to let out a series of involuntary groans of
pleasure.  Needless to say Mark was soon lying on his back on the hockey
table whilst Mike and I made him feel good. Unfortunately we had forgotten
about the resulting fountain of life and soon had a messy table to clean
up. Mark though was astounded and admitted that no guy had ever touched him
before let alone taken him to and beyond ejaculation. We gave Mark a chance
to recover before heading up to the library and the adults.
	I knocked on the library door and we were told to "come in". I was
astounded to see tears running down my father's cheeks and dashed across to
him. Gently I wrapped my arms around him. Tears were starting to form in my
eyes too. I looked over my shoulder and was shocked to see grandfather too
had tears running down his cheeks.  Mark stood beside him with his hand on
the old man's shoulder. Some comforter he was.
	During the next 20 minutes both of the adults explained to us lads
the finer points of what had happened in the past relating to both my
mother and our families. How my mother's family had disowned her and my
father's family had left him to his own devices. Fortunately, my paternal
grandfather didn't remove him from his will and my father was able to
demonstrate just how good at business he was to his mother before she too
followed my grandfather to a better place. It was now that my mother's
father told Mark that the feud between the two families was officially over
and that he was to make friends with me.
	Mark stepped forward proudly and held out his hand. I reciprocated
and we stood before the adults and shook hands. Mike was to bear witness to
this and was then included in the embrace that followed. For us lads, it
was all show, but never the less had to be done to formalise things. It was
now that Mark was eventually able to tell Mike and I what really happened
just before the Police took the Head away.
	Under the stern gaze of our grandfather he explained that after
what had happened between him and Mike and I, he was summoned to see our
grandfather who beat him repeatedly with his walking cane. Despite Mark's
pleas and subsequent remorse grandfather continued to beat him until he was
nearly unconscious. It was only my request to the Head that kept him in
school where his family forced him to stay and live through his total
degradation. It was the Head that contacted the Police and was subsequently
questioned because they thought he was trying to hide the fact that he had
done this cruel and inhumane thing himself and was trying to divert
attention from himself.
	We lads left the library deep in thought and didn't see the adults
until dinner that evening. This time though we were all sat around the same
end of the table and the meal was much more relaxed and light-hearted. You
could even describe it as a family meal.  We all retired that night much
happier and for the first time in many years under the same roof.
	Mike and I were lying in bed talking quietly about the day's events
and revelations when there was a gently knock on the bathroom door. We just
lay there, snuggled down together as Mark came in. He didn't seem bothered
by us so we stayed as we were.
	"There's one thing that has been puzzling me for ages." Mark
began. "Why did you bother trying to be nice to me after all I had done to
you?"
	"I had a feeling there was something between us, not love or
anything like that, but a sort of likeness if you know what I mean?" I
replied.
	"No not really."
	"Me neither." Mike added.
	"I think I sensed we were family and that you weren't really the
way you portrayed yourself to me. My father's email confirmed it. It was
then I knew you were like me, but in your own way." I explained. Mark's
response took both Mike and I by surprise. He fell to his knees by the side
of the bed and cried like a baby into the covers.  In my surprise I just
lay there until a sharp dig in my ribs brought me back to my senses.
Quickly I climbed out of bed, knelt beside Mark and wrapped my arm around
his shoulders. He was clothed in PJ bottoms and his strong muscular back
and arms felt good as he turned and returned my embrace whilst crying onto
my shoulder.
	When he had calmed down I put him into my bed before climbing back
into bed with Mike. Mark fell asleep quickly as Mike and I snuggled up to
each other.  It was just as well that Mark was a sound sleeper or rather we
hoped he was. Mike pulled me on top of himself and I noticed that he was
ready for lovemaking. I was a little uncertain about it with Mark in the
room, but Mike soon persuaded me by gently massaging my behind.
	Very soon our bed covers were off and the KY was being put to good
use as I knelt astride his body and slid slowly down on to him. My
discomfort was soon replaced by the feelings only true lovers can generate
in each other as I bobbed up and down on him. It was sheer pleasure! By now
I was also becoming a little noisy, so Mike pulled my head down to his and
our lips met. Our tongues were darting back and forth as nature took over
and Mike started to meet me with upward thrusts of his hips as I slid
downward on to him. I felt my insides being pressed further outwards as he
let go of an enormous present he had been saving up for me.
	Mike collapsed back on to the bed and we just lay there as we
continued kissing.  After a while, I rolled off and lay beside him. Words
can never express just how much I love this hunk of male beauty by my
side. If all else was taken away from me, I know I would be happy with my
lover. However, I was now determined to make him feel as happy as I
was. With a little manoeuvring around the bed I had the backs of his knees
over my shoulders and was about to get him ready for me when I had an idea.
	Gently I slid down and now holding his knees in my hands buried my
face between those two wonderfully formed muscles and teased the entrance
to his tunnel of love with my tongue. I sent him wild with pleasure, so
much so that I noticed him pulling a pillow down over his face to muffle
the sound of his screams and groans.  By the time I had finished, there was
no need for KY or anything else for that matter and I gently eased all of
me into him. I started a gentle rocking motion as I massaged his prostate
to the best of my ability. It had the inevitable consequences, but sod the
mess, my Mike was in total euphoria and I was nearly there with him. A few
moments later I buried myself deep inside him and we lay there as I gave
him my all.
	As we returned to reality we both jumped out of our skins as a deep
voice beside us said, "that was really beautiful". Mark had witnessed me
making love to Mike and possibly more.
	"I only wish that I can make which ever girl I fall in love with as
happy as you two make each other." Mark added after a few seconds. Mike and
I smiled. It was about all we had the energy left to do. After showering
Mike and I went back to bed and fell asleep to the sound of slow, deep
breathing from the bed besides ours.

			* * * * * * * * *

	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 email 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 Chris and Marc
for stirring my grey matter when it needed it.  Thanks both of you.