Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2000 22:50:00 GMT
From: Tel R O'Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rich Kid part 13

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 13

	In the cold grey light of morning, I realised that Mike's and my
secret could possibly be on the verge of becoming public. I was slightly
nervous about it, but what the hell. It was going to come out sooner or
later.
	Mike stirred and opened his eyes. He looked so beautiful lying
there half-awake.  A muscular arm crept out from beneath the covers. It
wrapped itself around my shoulders and drew me down until our lips met. The
moment his tongue touched my lip my thoughts vanished with the wind and my
mind was filled with my love and adoration for this hunk of male beauty
lying just beneath me. Needless to say, it wasn't long before our embrace
was sending us both off the top of the passion scale. A small cough brought
us back to reality with a bump. Mark was awake.
	"Don't you two ever stop for a break?" He said with a grin on his
face.
	"Not very often." I replied with a grin as I rolled onto my back
and looked at him.
	"That's what I thought." There was a knock on the door, father
opened it and came into the room.
	"Come on boys. We have church this morning and I want us all to go
as one family." It was then that he noticed that Mark was in the bed next
to Mike and I. He glared at Mike and I, cleared his throat in a
disapproving manner and left the room. I don't know why, but all three of
us just burst out laughing.
	We all showered and after putting on our Sunday best clothes headed
down to breakfast. It was a quiet meal; but then again it always was on a
Sunday at home. We left for Church in Grandfather's Rolls. What an
entrance! It was as though the whole village had come to see us.
Unfortunately this made it a bit embarrassing too.
	Once the service was over we three boys decided to walk back to the
house.  Mike had also come to realise the potential predicament we were in
now that Mark knew all about us now. Why hadn't we been more careful last
night?
	On the walk home, Mark was the one to raise the subject. He was
mainly interested in how and what we felt for each other. It was a real
soul searching time for both my lover and I; we tried to keep things back,
but failed miserably.  Mark now knew all there was to know about us. He did
however promise not to tell anyone about us. For some reason I felt he
could be trusted, but Mike wasn't so sure and took a lot more convincing.
By the time we reached the house Mike was as certain as we could make him.
	After lunch, Mark and grandfather left. After all the pain and
suffering we had all been through we were all now on much friendlier
terms. Mike spent the afternoon and evening with his family and I spent my
time with father. It took me quite a while to convince him that we, Mike
and I, hadn't brought Mark into our world, but broadened his outlook
slightly by being honest with him. I think father appreciated this, but was
uncertain about the trust we had placed in him.
	Mike returned later that night, but there was a cloud on the
horizon. His parents had quite naturally brought him back. The worrying
part started when they and father shut themselves away in the library. All
the time they were in the library, Mike was like a cat on a hot tin
roof. He was continually fidgeting and seemed really nervous. I tried
talking to him, but couldn't get any real sense out of him.
	We were called in to join them. Mr and Mrs Jones, Mike's parents,
wanted to see more of their son. I suppose they had a point. I had
monopolised him a great deal since we first met last summer. It was then
the real bombshell landed. They wanted him to live at home when he wasn't
at school. What made it worse was the fact that there wasn't a damn thing
any of us could do about it. All father could do was agree with them. My
heart dropped all the way down to my boots. The one thing I didn't know was
that father and Mr Jones had become firm friends over the past months and
it was this that eventually showed just a glimmer of light at the end of
the tunnel.
	Mike and I also found out that we were heading back to school in a
week, so our parting would only be for several days and we could be
together again as soon as we went back to school. In the mean time, Mike
was going to be a day boy for our lessons here, so I could take a little
consolation from that. Mike picked up some of his things and went home with
his parents that night.
	My heart didn't rise much above my knees all week. We didn't get
any chances to be alone together and were under strict orders not to show
our passion for each other during class. Just to make things worse, our
separation made me more and more bad tempered as the week went on which
didn't help my case for Mike and I to be allowed to see each other any
stronger. It reached a peak on the Saturday evening before I was due to go
back to school when father for the first time in my life took discipline
into his own hands. I spent the evening in my room feeling very sorry for
myself and found little consolation that I would be seeing Mike the
following evening at school.
	I am ashamed to admit that father had a very frosty farewell on the
Sunday afternoon when he returned me to school. Mike, on the other hand had
exactly the opposite when he arrived. My heart shot through the roof when
his parents left and we were alone together for the first time in a week.
But it wasn't to last. Tom burst through the door and we were caught in a
compromising position, our lips were sealed and hands wandering freely all
over each other's bodies. Tom wasn't the real problem; it was the house
master standing right behind him.
	From then on, our fates were sealed. With this combined with our
records at school, neither of us stood a chance. The only good thing was
that the House Master had no say where we were to sleep despite his efforts
to separate us. I think this may have been due to father telling the Master
about our relationship before we started there in the first place.
	The next few days were hell! What with Mike wrecking the third form
sitting room and my reputation as being a bully's cousin life couldn't have
got much worse. We had very few real friends left. Our plaster casts didn't
make life any easier either. On thing did become apparent though and that
was that Mark hadn't said anything about us being gay. So far, he was as
good as his promise. As the week wore on, things settled down a bit when it
became apparent that neither Mike nor I were the thugs and vandals that
everyone else seemed to think we were.
	Mike received some interesting news on the Saturday evening. His
parents were moving house. This made him a little agitated because that was
all they told him.  Unfortunately, father told me more about it when I
phoned him. I was sworn to secrecy.  Father knew I hated keeping secrets
from Mike and it would have been better he hadn't told me, but it was too
late for that. There was something Mike had totally overlooked with all
that had happened of late and it wasn't until we went down for dinner that
his memory was jogged. Quite violently as it happened.
	Mike opened the door to the dining room and as it swung back he was
grabbed by some of the sixth formers from our house and physically carried
to the centre of the dining room. Tom saw my reaction and held on to me
saying "don't worry". In the mean time Mike had been laid down on a large
blanket in the middle of the dining room and every so often I saw him fly
up into the air as the boys all counted.  Someone yelled "and one for the
house" followed by "and one for the school".
	Mike walked back to me with a beaming smile and wrapped his arms
around me.  It was his birthday! The family celebrations would take place
during the holidays. This is the one day in our lives that we all try to
remember, unless we are old of course. Mike was lead up onto the raised
platform and was joined by the House Captain and one or two other senior
boys from our house along with the House Master. We all enjoyed a special
birthday dinner. It was a meal to remember. I know Mike won't forget it in
a hurry especially when the whole house sung Happy Birthday to him. I have
never seen him so red in the face.
	After the meal was finished, the tables were moved to the sides of
the room and a rock band provided by one of the other houses started up. It
wasn't a party as such, but it was as close as it could get. It was one
tradition the school had that everyone wanted to preserve. Later in the
evening the Master joined us and as the evening was drawn to a close the
Mike was presented a small gift from the house and school.
	Now it occurred to me why so many questions were asked of me about
Mike and his likes and dislikes. Why hadn't I seen it sooner? Mike stood by
the dining room door.  He thanked guests for coming and shook them all by
the hand as they left. I was the last to leave. He was about to shake my
hand when I saw Mark nudge Mike with his elbow as he turned and spoke to
the Master. Mark needed no further encouragement as he wrapped his arms
around my neck and hugged me tight.
	We returned to our room and as we approached we saw what appeared
to be a small figure sitting on the floor leaning against our door with his
knees tucked up tight against his chest. It appeared to be crying. We
dashed forward and found a lad crying his heart out. The trouble was he
wasn't in our house and appeared to be from a lower form too. Which put all
three of us in a risky position after the changes I had initiated some time
ago. Never the less, we couldn't send him away.
	We sat the lad down on the chair by my desk and tried to discover
what was wrong. He was much taller than he first appeared to be. Older
too. It took quite some doing I can tell you. Not only was he upset, but he
was very frightened too.  We eventually found out that his name was Jarvis
and he was in another form. I was kneeling in front of him as I reminded
him about the new rules when he lurched forwards and wrapped his arms tight
around me. I was shocked to say the least. But this lad hung on to me
tightly. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight in
return.
	It was now that he started to tell me the full story. He started
off by telling me he couldn't talk to any of the student counsellors in his
own house. This started to ring alarm bells in my head. I let him continue.
As his story unfolded it became clear he had feelings for another lad. He
didn't say who this other lad was though. He continued to tell me in quite
some detail about his feelings for the other boy, but still refused to name
him. I did discover that the other boy was a little younger than he was and
not in his house.
	Mike distracted us both as he made coffee for all three of us. He
had been listening to all that had been said and was considering all the
possible candidates. With coffee in hand Jarvis was now much calmer and
talked more freely. He had decided to speak to me because he felt I
wouldn't blab or take the piss out of him. I felt proud that someone I
hadn't met previously could turn to me and felt I could be trusted. Mike
just sat there listening and thinking.
	It was getting close to lights out by now and we all knew that if
he was found absent at bed check or roaming around another house all hell
would be let lose. I phoned a student counsellor friend in Jarvis's house
and told him Jarvis was with Mike and I and we had been doing our stuff. He
was a little upset that Jarvis hadn't gone to him, but also appreciated
that I couldn't discuss the why's and wherefore's. Mike and I walked him
back to his house and were met at the door by my friend and their House
Master who gave us a pass allowing us to be around after bed check. Jarvis
wouldn't have got away with it if he had gone back on his own.
	We reported to our House Master on our return and handed in the
pass before heading up to our room and bed. Despite our damned plaster
casts Mike and I snuggled down together. It had been an exciting evening in
more ways than one. Mike let his hand wander and soon he found what he was
looking for. It wasn't that he didn't know where it was, but wanted to make
me feel special. Something he did by just being near me.
	My body responded to his touch and pretty soon I was nearing the
point of no return. It was quite an achievement really because his plaster
kept getting in the way. In the end I rolled onto my side with Mike behind
me. This made things easier for Mike, but left me totally out of it. I
couldn't return his loving embrace or anything because of my plaster. I
heard a sort of popping sound and then felt a hand gently glide across my
behind. Suddenly I was writhing with pleasure as his finger did its stuff.
My head span as my lover sent me off on a trip towards euphoria. Before
long his finger was replaced and we became one. With a slow and gentle
movement Mike made me feel even better, if that was possible and soon we
arrived in euphoria together. Luckily I had a sock handy or it would have
meant cleaning the sheets again. As Mike started that long steady decline
back to reality we fell asleep exactly as we were, one.
	Part of the following morning was spent washing the sheets, but
what the hell!  We were both very happy and didn't really care. It gave us
the chance to tidy the room too. Being a Sunday, breakfast was more of a
brunch and we ate late. Whilst I sorted our plates, Mike went to see his
contact in the kitchen for some milk for our coffee. I waited for what
seemed like ages and in the end got fed-up and went to find him.  Peering
through the window in the door to the kitchen I saw Mike chatting with a
man of about 35 dressed in kitchen whites. I thought nothing of it; Mike
was after all getting our supplies. What did surprise me was the apparently
playful slap the man gave Mike's behind as he was heading towards the
door. I ducked back from the window. My mind filled with all sorts of wild
theories.
	"Are you coming?" Mike called out.
	"Yeah." I replied suspiciously as we headed back to our room. All
the way back I was thinking about the man slapping Mike's behind. It
bothered me. I opened the door and let Mike go in first. As he entered I
slapped his behind as I had seen the man do.  Mike was startled and nearly
dropped the milk and then blushed.
	"Hey! Cut that out. Oh it's you." Mike said and smiled at me.
	"Who did you think it was?" I asked.
	"That plonker in the kitchen."
	"Why does he do it too?" I asked getting more and more scared of
the possible reply.
	"Yeah. He lectures me every time I asking him for milk and things
about how he's not supposed to give things to us boys. Then he gives me
pretty well what I asked for and slaps my arse as I turn to leave."
	"He does it every time?"
	"Almost. I was too quick for him once and he yelled at me to get
out of the kitchen. Miserable shit!"
	"Oh. You don't think he's queer or anything do you?" I asked
seriously.
	"Dunno." Mike answered just as seriously.
	"I'll come with you next time. We'll soon suss him out if he is."
We both laughed.  After Mike had put our supplies away in the cupboard, we
settled back on his bed with an arm draped around each other's shoulders
and just lay there listing to the radio. Suddenly, the door burst open. It
was Jarvis! He rushed in, saw Mike and I lying on the bed, turned and
rushed out again. It looked like he was about to start to bawl his eyes
out. Mike's theory was proven correct, but I didn't know anything about it.
	Mike had listened very carefully to Jarvis during his last visit
and realised fairly early on that Jarvis was talking about his love for
me. I didn't have the faintest idea of this and was walking straight into
Jarvis's trap.
	We both sprang off the bed and chased after Jarvis. We caught him
on the main stairs, down near the Porter's Lodge. Besides getting moaned at
for running, the Porter eyed us suspiciously. We led Jarvis back to our
room via the back stairs and sat him on the bed. He wouldn't talk or look
at me and Mike fared no better. In the end I threatened to phone the
student counsellor I knew in his house. His silence was broken as he
started to plea for me not to call him. I knew the answer to his problem
was staring me in the face, but I couldn't see it.
	We calmed Jarvis down, but got nothing more out of him. He left us
a little while later. I needed some time to think and I did that best
whilst walking.  Luckily the school had extensive grounds and I was able to
walk for what was left of the afternoon without seeing another soul. It
didn't help me much. I guess I couldn't see the wood for the trees.
	Mike and I met up at dinner and sat chatting with some of our pals
from our form.  None of us noticed, but we were being watched quite closely
from another table by a boy.  We dumped our plates at the plate wash and
headed to the form dorm, chatted and generally messed around with our class
mates who, by now had come to realise that neither of us had changed. We
were still the same people we always were, but our classmates had also
learned a little more about us.
	We went to bed as usual that night and slept well, too well. I was
awoken by a sudden thud. I couldn't see anything in the near darkness apart
from a dim glow directly above me. There was another thud and I knew no
more.

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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 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.