Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2000 22:50:29 GMT
From: Tel R O'Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: ST: Rich Kid part 18

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.
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			The Rich Kid
			Part 18

	That night Mike and I chatted for a while before going to sleep. We
were planning a little mischief. Just think of the fun we could have with
an identical twin. The possibilities would usually be endless, but in this
case there was a limit on the time available and the fact that there was
now only one twin. With the depression this last thought created I nodded
off.
	Tuesday dawned and Mike and I were up and about early. We tidied
our room so that it was spotless and headed off to breakfast. It was nice
getting down there early, as it was much quieter and there was no pressure
to eat and escape. There were never enough seats for everyone. Lessons went
well that morning and after lunch with Mike and I looking our smartest we
reported to the Porter's Lodge.
	Our guests started arriving at around 1:30 and by 2:15 we had all
of the lads that we had been assigned. Our first stop was their dorm to
drop off their gear before taking them to the school theatre for a
presentation by The Master. People say women talk, but this guy really
talked the hind legs off a donkey. He went on for ages.
	Our next task was to let the lads settle in and generally be there
for them if they needed us. All in all, they were a good bunch. Unlike most
boarding schools we took lads from the age of 11 instead of the more usual
13 years old and this sometimes caused problems. One lad had never been to
boarding school before and Mike took special care of him, as he knew
exactly how he felt. He was after all in the same position. We tried to
keep James, Freckles' brother hidden, but dinnertime was going to be a
problem. Luckily, there were separate tables for the guests and we kept
James hidden behind the others.
	Our next challenge came when one of the other guys in our group had
an attack of shyness. It was shower time and he had never undressed in
front of others before. We tried talking to him, but in the end, both Mike
and I had to shower with them just to prove that we are all the same. How
embarrassing, all those younger boys staring at you just because you are
much older and more developed than they are. Mind you it made us feel big!
I suppose I got a thrill being eyeballed by the younger lads. James fared
little better, as he was our age too. Apart from James, they were all too
young to be of any interest, so there was no problem with my best friend
popping up for a look.
	That evening we showed them round the school clubs and evening
activities.  Tomorrow night would be more complicated as I had cadets and
it would be unfair on Mike to have to look after all eight of them. We
compromised and let them choose. By bedtime, all of them were familiar with
Mike's and my plans to wind some of the other boys up and James was eager
to get started.
	After bed check, James slipped along to our room and phase I
started. With a little help of some flour scrounged from the kitchen we
made James look very pale almost ghostly. Quietly he crept down the
corridor and into Tom's room. Mike and I stood by our door listening
intently when the quiet was spit with a scream of terror.
	James ran like the wind and came straight into our room and
hid. Mike and I stood in the corridor waiting to see what was going to
happen. Tom came out of his room and ran for us. He was as white as a sheet
and stuttering something about a ghost. Mark poked his head around his door
trying his best to suppress the laughter that was ready to burst out of
him.
	Tom was a gibbering wreck and it took us nearly 20 minutes to calm
him down and dissuade him from sleeping in with us. Our plan worked! From
here James was going down to our form's dorm and spend the night in his
brother's old bed. Mind you, we didn't tell him that. Just before 7
tomorrow morning Mike and I were going to shout ghost which was James's cue
to climb out of bed and walk back to his own dorm scaring as many boys as
he could.
	The first part went ok, but we hadn't allowed for a couple of lads
that were homesick. By the time we had sorted them out it was really late
and we overslept the following morning. James made the best of a bad job
and executed the plan on his own.
	Judging by the talk at breakfast, the school was now alive with
ghosts and when Tom came in and saw James, well that was it. He was a
gibbering wreck for the rest of the day. Unfortunately, we had forgotten
about the cameras. Mike and I got a severe ear bashing from the House
Master. This struck us as much more severe than necessary.  Mind you, he
did admit the temptation might have been too great for him to resist too.
	For the visitors, it was a day of hard work! They started their
entry exams when our lessons started and we wouldn't see any of them until
lunchtime. During lunch, the Master came over and spoke to us all. He
wasn't impressed by the example that Mike and I had set until he saw
James. He had to have a second look when he saw James to convince himself
he wasn't seeing things. Mike introduced James to the Master and all became
clear to him. For the first time, this normally austere man laughed and I
mean really laughed. I guess he too couldn't have resisted the temptation.
	After lunch came sport. We took our entire group with us and some
of them really excelled on the athletics track. Mike had his butt kicked by
one of the younger lads that really flew over 100 and 200 metres and James
gave me a good run for my money over 1500 metres. What we didn't know was
that they were being assessed on their abilities in sport too.
	Showering was a bit less of a problem today until a fourth former
passed a comment about Mike and I. Unfortunately for him, he was standing
just that little bit too close to James who landed him a right hook in one
of his eyes. The punch wasn't hard enough and we had to break the fight up.
	The fourth former was really pissed off. James was really confused
why we had to stop him and the other lads were full of questions for Mike
and I. We did our best to answer the questions and the fourth former kept
his mouth shut about getting a black eye from a smaller boy. So things
pretty well sorted them selves out. Our guests didn't seem to be bothered
by this latest revelation about Mike and I being together.  This seemed to
draw the younger lads into a closer group.
	Dinner was chaotic. What with the ghost rumours and James wandering
around as large as life things, couldn't have got any worse. Unfortunately,
the fourth former with the black eye barged into James and sent his tray
flying. Mike and I were immediately on the attack. No one pushes our
friends around. Things really got quite tense until Mark and Tom stepped
in. The fourth former backed down immediately. He knew Mark's reputation
and didn't want to get his arse kicked.
	Mark didn't see it that way. Neither did Tom. By the time they had
finished with Mike and I, we felt about the same size as a mouse. We
shouldn't have let the situation arise in the first place. Mark also warned
us to keep an eye on Tom. It seemed that his feelings for Freckles had
started to surface and his amorous intentions were now aimed at James.
	After dinner, James and a couple of the others came with me to
cadets and the others went with Mike. It worked out very well. We had a
great time as they learned about rifles and a little drill. When the others
had finished, they showed us their sketches.  I was surprised at one of
them. He was better than Mike and had captured Mike very well as he drew
the intended model.
	All went well that night and Mike and I had a better night's
sleep. We didn't dare do anything in case one of our guests should walk in
on us. Unfortunately, things didn't go so well with the boys. James got up
to use the toilet in the night.
	As James was heading back to bed, he bumped in to Tom. Now that
wasn't too bad. Tom was getting used to seeing James around by now and
stopped to talk to him. It was then that he got over friendly and grabbed
James's behind that things got out of control. Freckles wouldn't have
minded, but James wasn't Freckles and objected to this stranger grabbing
him. Tom could only see Freckles despite it really being James. There was a
bit of a struggle and James's PJ trousers got ripped. Well, James took
exception to this and tried to knee Tom in the balls, but failed. He was
pushed away and fell to the floor.
	It was lucky for James that I had a feeling something was wrong and
checked it out or who knows what might have happened. Tom was holding James
by the PJ jacket when I found them. Fortunately I was able to stop Tom
before things got too bad. I took James back to his bed and Tom went back
to his room. As I went to James's dorm with him we chatted about what had
happened.
	"What happened?" I asked James.
	"I was just coming back from the toilet when I bumped into Tom. We
chatted for a while and then he grabbed me." James was obviously a little
shaken by this.
	"So how did your PJ's get torn?"
	"I . I must have caught them on something as I fell over." My
suspicions were on full alert by now. This was a school and great care was
taken to avoid things sticking out from the walls and doors especially near
the dorms.
	"Oh." I said making sure James knew I didn't believe him from the
tone of my voice. "Are you sure?"
	"Yeah. Honest!" James said trying to avoid my gaze.
	"Ok. Sleep well and don't worry about him. I'll sort it out." I
said trying to reassure James. He gave me a quick hug before settling down.
	"Night Ed."
	"Night James."  All the way back to my room, I thought about what
James had told me and even more so about what he hadn't! I got the distinct
feeling he was holding something back.  Something he was ashamed of or that
had scared him. I wanted to talk to Tom.  I knocked on his door.
	"Come in." Tom called. I opened the door and went in closing it
behind me.
	"What was all that about Tom?" I asked him trying to sound
friendly.
	"We were chatting that's all."
	"So why was James on the floor then? How did his PJ's get ripped?"
I had too many questions that needed answering.
	"He was giving me the come-on. You know he really wanted it." Tom
said. Now I knew that James wasn't that interested. Voyeurism maybe, but
certainly not much more than that and not with a stranger if at all.
	"So what did you do?" I asked trying to sound interested and
excited.
	"I grabbed his arse. God it's cute. If I get the chance, he'll get
a lot more too!"  Tom's smile was breaking into a laugh. My stomach
churned. I couldn't listen to much more of this.
	"Tom, do me a favour. Leave him alone." I tried to imply I wanted
him, to dissuade Tom for going any further. School code or not, I was now
certain that something had to be done! I spoke to Mark about it after
leaving Tom.
	We had past the point where we could deal with it ourselves and
Mark insisted the House Master became involved. What a bigot the House
Master is! He asked why I was worrying about something that for Mike and I
was a way of life! He almost accused me of being "after him" myself. I was
really angry at his attitude, but Mike was seething! I had to get Mike away
before he did something really stupid. Naturally the House Master had a go
at Mike about his lack of personal control too and kept harping back to the
last time Mike lost it. He seemed intent on getting Mike to go for him. In
the end, Mark helped me literally drag Mike back to our room. Mark stood in
front of our door stopping Mike from getting out. I phoned father and
appraised him of the situation.  When Mike was calmer, Mark phoned his
grandfather and did the same thing.
	Within an hour and a half, the Master was getting a real ear
bashing from two of the most influential men involved in the school. Mark,
Mike, James, Tom and I were all summonsed to appear before the Master
immediately. The shit really flew that night.  After listening to what we
had to say, we were told to return to our rooms and Mike and I had to come
back to his office at 8:30 sharp the next morning.
	The House Master was conspicuous by his absence when the beds were
checked later that night. The senior prefect and the house captain carried
this out.  They didn't have any idea what was going on either. All they
knew was that they had been told to do the checks. The homesick lads struck
hard that night and after cleaning up after them Mike and I spent the night
in their dorm. Mike cuddled up with one and me with the other. James took
on the role of dorm mother and looked after the other small occurrences
through the night.
	When I awoke the following morning, it was hard to move. I was
trapped under the covers. It was then that I realised that all ten of us
were jammed in or on two beds.  The walk to the morning shower looked more
like an excerpt from the pied piper than the morning routine in a boarding
school. The house captain saw what was happening and quizzed Mike and I
closely and was eventually satisfied that nothing clandestine was going on
before mucking in and helping us. Breakfast was a little rushed as Mike and
I had to report to the Master's office. Mark and the house captain took
over from us and looked after the guests.
	We arrived at the Master's office the customary five minutes early
and stood outside waiting. We were called in and greeted by father and
grandfather.  The House Master was also present. Both Mike and I were
shaking like leaves. The Master started the talking off and handed over to
the House Master who made the most humble apology I had ever heard. Boy did
that feel good! Mike and I were satisfied that the appropriate retribution
had been made and were asked to wait outside.
	As we waited, we could hear the raised voices of the House Master,
father and grandfather. The House Master's voice was unmistakable. He was
going on about taking the word of "two shirt lifting faggots" over
his. Mike's temper started to build. The dominant voice changed. It was the
Master's. He was very angry now and told the House Master to pack his
belongings and leave the school by dinner time. That kind of attitude was
not tolerated here!
	The Master's voice was now a little calmer as he explained that
although the school did not approve of homosexual relationships, it was
tolerant of them provided the boys involved were discrete and kept their
activities private as Mike and I had done.
	"The old man is softening." I whispered to Mike.
	"Yeah. But what is going to happen to us now? That's what I want to
know."
	"Nothing. Why should it? We have done nothing to be ashamed of." I
insisted.
	We were called back in and thanked for having the courage to bring
this matter to his attention. He was aware the school code was one of not
grassing, but sometimes things had to be acted upon. We were dismissed and
returned to class. We decided not to tell everything we knew as that too
could be construed as grassing. Needless to say things changed in our house
and for the time being the senior prefect and house captain took on a lot
more responsibility. Some of the masters treated us differently too.
	Our guests had completed their entrance exams and now had to wait
for the results. There was a party for them all and their hosts that night
in the dining room and a good time was had by all. The house captain, Mike
and I spoke to our group later on and they were happy about coming to this
school despite everything that happened. The Master had also spoken to them
about it. All we could do now was hope they had all made the required grade
and their parents allowed them to come.
	Everyone slept well that night including the "homesickies" and
after breakfast we made our farewells. It had been a hard few days for us,
but very rewarding too. Both Mike and I were looking forward to a rest over
the weekend.

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	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 Chris, Trey and Marc
for stirring my grey matter when it needs it.  Thanks all of you.