Date: Thu, 23 Sep 1999 22:42:31 GMT
From: TellerOf Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rich Kid Part 2

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
House and home

	We finished dinner, it was a calm relaxed affair and as we lounged around
on the sofas my father came in. Both Mike and I rose to our feet and I did
the introductions. Mike spoke with my father for several minutes. It was as
though I wasn't even there, but that was my father all over. As he left he
bid us both good night and closed the door quietly behind him.
	"Well that's the third degree over and done with." I said to Mike.
	"What was all that about?" Mike was confused. In the short time he was
speaking with my father Mike had more or less told him his entire family
history.
	"He likes to know all about my friends." I said looking in the direction my
father had left in.
	"Oh." Mike said thoughtfully. "How did I do?"
	"I don't know. He never gives much away."
	We settled down on the sofa and watched TV for a while. We started off at a
respectable distance, but as the evening went on we got closer and closer
together without realising it. Subconsciously, I think we were drawn
together by some powerful force. I desperately wanted to put my arm around
his shoulders, but something stopped me. Evening turned in to night and the
Butler came round and made a suggestion that we retire. We looked at each
other, stood up, said goodnight to the Butler and went up stairs. Despite
his position in the household, the Butler was not only respected by my
father, but also listened to by him which meant that my misbehaviour would
be reported back fairly quickly.
	Mike and I entered my room. Neither of us was sleepy so we lounged around
and talked for an hour or so. It gave us both a chance to get to know each
other better. Mike went to the local Comprehensive school and could hold his
own in a fight, so he told me. He was more interested in what went on in the
dorm's at night at my school. I told him that some pretty weird stuff went
on and that he didn't really want to know. Unfortunately, this only aroused
his interest and I had to tell him about some of the things I had seen. I
never told him that I was part of the group that perpetrated some of these
deeds.
	By now, it was getting late and we were both yawning. It was a sort of
mutual decision that we go to bed, but I wasn't really expecting what
happened next. Mike calmly stood up, undressed and slid in to my bed. What a
cheek! No by your leave or anything. It was certainly what I had hoped he
would do, but getting in without asking was too much. He would have to pay
the penalty for that. I undressed in front of the mirror trying my best to
put on a show he would never forget. Judging by what his hand appeared to be
doing, I was succeeding. Eventually I slid under the covers beside him.
	I was nervous. I had never shared a bed with another boy before, there was
never any need. I was laying on my back when he rolled over to face me. His
hand slid under the covers and touched my chest. I jumped with surprise
which surprised him, then the giggles broke out. We calmed down after a
while and he started getting braver and explored my chest. He had the touch
of a feather and was sending superb tingles all over my body from where his
hands were touching my chest. The inevitable happened and I made a tent in
the bed clothes. He seemed satisfied at this and wrapped his arms around me.
	I hadn't realised before quite how strong he was until he hugged me. I had
a job breathing and it took me a few moments to wriggle free of his grip. It
was my turn. I went for the primary targets and held them firmly. His grin
turned to a grimace. I eased my grip slightly and his expression returned to
something approaching normal.
	"Follow me." I said quietly knowing full well that he had no choice. He
followed like a lemming. I led him through into my study and made him stand
in front of my big leather arm chair. I knew it well and what it could do to
the unwary.
	"Kneel on the seat facing this way." I said starting to dominate the
situation. Naturally he complied. I used my left hand and gently tapped him
on the inside of his knees. He opened them. I kept this up until his knees
were touching the arms of the chair.
	"Feet too." I said authoritatively. As his ankles touched the arms of the
chair he dropped about three inches or so. The look of horror on his face
was brilliant. I had to fight hard to suppress a laugh. The chair now had
his legs in a vice like grip the same as it did me when I first had it. He
was stuck fast. All I had to do now was decide what I wanted to do to make
him pay for getting into my bed. I thought for a few moments. His once proud
boyhood landed softly on the back of my hand. I looked down and saw a
picture of it in its former glory in my mind. That was it!
	"Sit back and keep still." I said firmly as I released my hold on him. To
my surprise he did just that. I walked over to the desk and opened the
middle left hand drawer. After rummaging around for a few moments I produced
a small soft leather pouch. I carried it over and showed him it. He looked
at me with a puzzled expression.
	Slowly I unfastened the clasp and slid the contents out. I showed him the
silver grey case and finally turned it over to reveal the lens. His puzzled
expression turned to one of shock.
	"No please don't take any pictures. Please." He begged.
	"Boys who get into my bed without asking have to pay for their impudence.
And this is how you are going to pay." I replied.
	"I'll do anything you want. Just don't take any pictures of me. Please." He
was starting to wriggle, but the chair held him firm. I walked back into my
bedroom and relieved my bath robe of the belt around its waste. I stood
behind Mike now and gently pulled him backward by the shoulders. With my
hand under his chin I tilted his head back and smiled at him.
	"Arms." I said. Nervously, he raised them above his head and I carefully
tied one end to his wrist. It was tight, but not uncomfortably tight.
Pulling gently on the belt I forced him to lean further back before tying
the end off to his other wrist after passing it around both legs on the back
of the chair. He was sat there leaning well back with his arms tied.
	I walked around to the front of him and waved the camera in front of his
face. He pleaded with me not to take any photo's of him. I simply stood
back, framed the shot I wanted of him and pressed the button. There wasn't a
sound from the camera, but a quiet whimper came form Mike.
	I moved over to him and hugged him letting my cheek press gently against
his cheek. "Don't worry. No one will ever see them. They're for me to
remember what you look like when I am at school and need a friend." This
didn't make Mike feel any better. I showed him the screen on the back of the
camera and he smiled widely as he realised it was all electronic and didn't
need to have the film sent away for processing.
	He turned his head slightly and kissed my cheek. I returned his kiss and
gently started returning his pride to its former glory. Mike was enjoying
every second of the attention I was paying him. He even started to play up
to the camera now. I jammed the pillows from the bed behind him and forced
his hips forwards. What a profile this gave him! His well formed chest,
tight stomach and of course, his pride and joy. I took a few more shots
before I left the room. When I returned I had a couple of towels with me. I
carefully draped one over his face and knotted the ends at the back of his
head. The other I lay on the chair beneath him. More pictures, then I
started with my plan. I knelt before him and gently stroked my hand through
his hair. You know, the hair down there. Carefully I took hold of him and
aimed him at the floor. Keeping hold of him I produced the other item I had
brought in with the towels, a razor. He had quite a lot of hair, much more
than me, but what he had was soon restyled and well documented.
	I carried on with the razor until he was as bald as a coot! Mike hadn't a
clue what I had been doing, my left hand had seen to that. I took some more
photos' and it would soon be time to show Mike his new hair style. Keeping
the towel over his head, I retied his hands so that they were now held on
his hips in a sort of poofy position. Forcing my arm up the centre of the
cushion on the underside, it buckled and released his legs. I led him round
the room a couple of times to get the blood circulating again before
standing him in front of the full length mirror in the bathroom.
	I set the camera up and used the timer function. When I heard the warning
beep, I removed the towel from Mike's head. My timing was perfect. I got a
full length shot of him and his expression when he realised that he had less
hair than me and that was saying something. His shocked expression soon
changed to one of pleasure as my hand passed softly over the smooth skin
that had been revealed before I teased him into submission using my hand on
him as he stood proud in front of the mirror.
	I released his hands and to my amazement, he stood there looking at himself
in the mirror. He ran his hands over the area that I had just shaved. He
turned and looked at me in wonder. I got ready to run, but I didn't need to.
He walked across the bathroom to me and hugged me tight. This was the last
thing I expected him to do.
	"Thanks." He whispered softly in my ear. "It's something I have wanted to
try for ages now, but never had the guts to." There was a pause, "Now it's
your turn to try something new."
	Mike led me across to the bed and laid me down on my stomach with my legs
out straight. Carefully he lay on top of me with his weapon resting on the
crack of my bum. He pressed down and started moving his hips. It didn't take
him long to feel the pleasure he was looking for and after he spent a few
moments enjoying the results of his efforts he cleaned us both up. He walked
off to dump the towel and when he returned I was sitting on the bed.
	"My turn." He said with a grin and produced the belt to my bathrobe. I had
no choice and pretty soon my arms were securely tied by my sides. Mike
picked me up and lay me in the bed. After covering me over he slipped in
beside me and turned the lights out.
	It felt strange. I had been fairly dominant all my life and now, now I was
so totally dominated. It was almost a thrill to be under the control of this
lad laying beside me. He slipped his arm under my neck and let his hand rest
on my chest sending tingles all over me as he did so. His other hand started
on my belly and moved slowly down toward my feet. It never got that far. It
stopped when it reached the tops of my legs. Slowly he let it explore my
thighs, inside and out. I was approaching seventh heaven when he stopped.
	With a sudden movement, he had me, right in the palm of his hand. Gently he
played and teased me. I was fit to explode when, with one sharp movement, I
was back on the ground floor and he started all over again. This happened
several times before he released my hands, slipped out of bed and went into
his own room. I felt lonely now after the attention he had been paying me. I
desperately wanted him to continue, but I couldn't go to him. That wouldn't
be playing the game. I had to find a way of getting him to come to me, but
how? I fell asleep trying to work out how I could do this.
	I awoke sometime later. There was someone walking round my room. My first
instinct was to hit the button that would bring security running to my
rescue. Then I remembered I had a house guest. I peered through the gloom
and saw a figure sitting in the chair in front of my dressing table. It was
hard to see, but I am sure Mike was looking at me. He didn't seem to move.
	"What's up?" I asked.
	"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Mike replied.
	"What's wrong?" I asked again.
	"It doesn't matter. It's nothing." He replied. I could tell something was
bothering him.
	"Come on. Out with it." I said. I may not have known Mike for very long,
but I had grown to like him very much, very much in deed! "What is it?" I
persisted.
	"Ok. You asked for it." He replied sharply. "I think I love you." He
paused. "There. Are you happy now?" He asked. I heard a sniff. I wasn't
sure, but I think he may have been crying.
	"Come over here and talk to me." I said. I knew exactly how he felt as I
realised that I didn't like him, but loved him. I felt a lump develop in my
throat. It was an impossible position. For one thing our backgrounds
effectively stopped us from getting close and I didn't think my father
certainly wouldn't permit anything of this nature to occur. He would simply
send me away to school and summer camps and things. I felt the bed move as
Mike sat down.
	"No. Get in so we can talk more easily." I told Mike.
	"No. If I do, we won't do much talking."
	"Suit yourself."
	"Aren't you shocked or something about what I have just told you?" Mike
asked full of concern.
	"Why should I be? I have let you play games with me all evening."
	"You think I am playing? You insensitive little snob!" Mike started to get
up. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. He landed across me with a
thud. As he tried to get up again, I grabbed his head with both hands and
kissed him. Not just a peck on the cheek, but a full blown French kiss on
his lips. It stopped him dead. Before I could react, he had me wrapped in
his arms and we were rolling around on the bed as he returned my kiss with
more passion than I had ever seen before. Our legs, our arms were
desperately trying to find some where new to stroke, to touch as our bodies
rubbed.
	"Are you happy now?" He asked abruptly.
	"No." I replied pulling his lips back to mine. This time the kiss continued
for what seemed like hours. Eventually he slipped under the covers and we
cuddled and kissed. We both fell asleep with tears in our eyes and someone
we cared for in our arms.
	When I awoke the next morning, I was alone. I quickly got out of bed and
ran through to Mike's room. I was starting to panic until I saw him fast
asleep in his bed. I calmed down and headed back to bed. As I lay there,
alone, all I could think about was the handsome young man laying asleep in
the next room. The fun we had had, hell the fun we could have too. All I had
to do now was work out how. The fact that what we were enjoying together was
fundamentally gay hadn't occurred to me. We were just "messing around".
That's the way I thought of it. I dozed off again.
	The next thing I knew, the maid was drawing the curtains back and the room
was full of the smell of fresh coffee and breakfast! I was busting for the
toilet, but couldn't go until she had left. I knew my father would have my
guts for garters if I let her see me naked especially with what I would be
displaying right now, a real stonker of an erection!
	"Has Mike had his breakfast yet?" I asked.
	"Yes Master Edward. He's been down with one of the drivers for a couple of
hours now on the quads." Replied the maid. `Shit!' I thought. Getting out of
bed was even more urgent. Beside my full bladder, I had a sudden jealous
feeling come over me. If I had only thought about it a little longer, I
would have realised this was a totally irrational thought. My father had had
all the staff thoroughly vetted before he took them on.
	I grabbed the quilt and wrapped it around me as I left the bed and dashed
full speed to the bathroom. Pulling the door too behind me, I released an
almighty stream. I heard a giggle from my bedroom as I let out a big sigh of
relief. I returned to my room a little flushed, but my pride was intact.
	The maid finished off what she was doing and left. I tucked into breakfast
as though I hadn't eaten for a week and paid the price later on too. After a
quick wash I slipped on some old clothes before going down to the garage and
donning some overalls. I pulled the dust sheet off of my quad and pushed it
out into the yard. It started first time! I drove off slowly and headed
round to the grass beside the out buildings before opening her up.
	I caught up with Mike and the driver on the advanced track. Mike was really
improving. He was jumping and tackling the harder obstacles. He was really
doing well until he stalled it, right in the middle of the big water
obstacle. I laughed, but then I too had made the same mistake he had by
going in much too fast. What surprised me though was the way he just climbed
off and pushed his quad out of the water that in places must have been
nearly two feet deep. He restarted and carried on around the circuit. When
the driver and he got back to the start they had a quick de-brief before the
driver left us. Mike and I stayed on the course for a while longer before
heading off on as short trip around the estate. We stopped at the main gate
security post and I used the phone. By the time we made it back to the
house, two towels and two pairs of bathers were waiting for us.
	"Well, shall we hit the beach?" I asked Mike. He grinned.
	"Why not? But will we really need these?" He said pointing at the bathers.
I grinned and picked up the phone, told security where we were going and we
headed off. It didn't take us long to get there and did we get a shock when
we arrived. There, lying in all his glory was my father as naked as the day
he was born! He didn't bat an eyelid as we pulled our bikes up and
dismounted.
	"Hello boys. Come for a swim?" He said trying hard not to laugh.
	"Yes father." I replied.
	"Well what are you waiting for?" Mike and I nervously changed into the
bathers.
	"What are you wearing those things for?" Father asked us.
	"We usually do." I replied rather carelessly.
	"That's not what I hear." Father replied. I blushed violently and swallowed
hard. "Go on then. Get them off."
	"But . ." I started to say but was interrupted.
	"Get them off!" Father ordered this time. Mike and I did as we were told
and slipped into the water rather quickly. He followed us in and before I
realised what was going on, I was under the water. Something hit me hard on
the backs of my knees and I had gone down like a ton of bricks. When I
surfaced both Mike and my father were laughing hard at me. That was it! No
one laughs at me and gets away with it!
	I casually floated across to them and before Mike could react I had pulled
his legs from under him and swept my father's legs away too! It was my turn
to laugh as they surfaced looking some what surprised. Before long it was a
pitch battle, all against all. Eventually we all returned and collapsed on
the beach totally exhausted.
	"Boys." My father said. "I don't mind what you do in private," father
smiled knowingly, "but it is important that you keep it in private. Do you
understand?"
	"Yes father." I replied closely followed by Mike's reply of "Yes sir."
	"Good." Father answered back. "Now I have some work to do and you, Edward
have to take Mike into town and get him something suitable to wear for
dinner tonight. I have the VP from the States visiting with his family and
we are all sitting down together tonight." I knew from father's tone that I
hadn't any choice, but it did mean I could have some fun with Mike when we
were shopping.
	Mike and I returned to the water and swam for a while. He might have been a
fish! I was a good swimmer, but he was much better and faster than I. We
were out near the middle of the lake when Mike ask me a strange question.
	"Have you ever pulled your pud' out here?"
	"Eh?" I replied taken aback a little.
	"You know, bashed your bishop?"
	"What are you on about?" Mike span me around and before I knew what was
really going on, my pride was firmly in his grasp and I was enjoying
everything he was doing. He started kicking his feet and his hand broke the
surface of the water complete with me inside it. I shuddered and held my
breath as I experienced a level of pleasure I had never been to before. It
was awesome! Mike kept a firm hold of my head and shoulders as he towed me
back to our beach. I was totally incapable of doing anything. My behind
gently brushed along the beach just before we got to the edge of the water
and he released me.
	"Well, how was it?" Mike asked me. I was speechless. "I knew you would like
it. Now isn't it time we went shopping?"
	"I believe it is." I replied as we headed up the beach. We were about to
dress when Mike pulled another surprise suggestion out of that wonderful
head of his.
	"Dare you to wear nothing but overalls back to the house." He said in a
challenging voice.
	"You too." I replied trying to regain control of the situation.
	"You're on." He replied as he gathered up all of our clothes except shoes
and overalls and dumped them into the bag on the back of his quad. It was
quite a thrill racing around with the breeze blowing through our overalls
and the effect it had on both of our boyhood's was blatantly obvious too!
	After cleaning the bikes down we headed for the back door. After checking
that the coast was clear, we lost our overalls and shoes. As we stood there
naked, Mike rummaged through his trouser pockets looking for his pass.
	"What's wrong Mike? Lost something?" I said as I swiped my card and slipped
in pulling the door to behind me. I could see him searching more franticly
through his trouser pockets.
	"Open up. There's someone coming." His voice had a note of urgency, almost
panic to it. I held his pass up to the small window and laughed. He banged
on the door.
	"Blimey Mike! Don't do that!" I yelled as I opened the door from inside,
but it was too late. Before we had made it half way up the first flight of
stairs we were met by Security coming down. Then more Security men came up
from the door. We were both stuck on the stairs with Security men looking at
us and I knew the shit was about to hit the fan. After having our passes
scrutinised we were taken off to father's study. We stood before him as
naked as the day we were born. All we could do was hide our modesty behind
our hands. Father went ballistic! He even threatened me with summer school.
We eventually left with two cushions each, one for the front and one for the
back and I had strict orders to return them personally. I knew I was going
to get a lecture and prepared myself for the worst.
	Showering together was fun, but my impending ear bashing almost took the
edge off of it completely. I told Mike I would meet him down in the atrium
after I had seen father. He patted me on the back and said "Good luck". We
met down stairs 15 minutes later. My ears were sore from father's talking
and I wasn't exactly feeling on top of the world.
	The driver took us in to town and we stopped outside the family tailors. We
headed in and the manager immediately started measuring Mike up. He knew
exactly what was needed, father had seen to that. A few minutes later Mike
appeared from behind the fitting room curtain.
	"Wow!" I said and was promptly shushed by the manager. Mike looked great!
His crisp white shirt and two tone blue striped tie were contrasted by his
black blazer and charcoal grey trousers. It was only his extremities that
made him look strange now. Tatty trainers at one end and a mop of fair hair
at the other. The driver came in and a little of a restrained snigger
escaped from him.
	"That's what I thought too." I said before reprimanding him. "I think the
barber next followed by the shoe shop."
	"I have strict instructions to take you back home from here when you have
what was ordered Master Edward." The driver replied.
	"Contact father and see what he thinks. You can use the phone in the car."
I replied authoritatively. The driver walked back to the car and returned a
few moments later.
	"Your father agrees, but we are to return straight after that Master
Edward."
	"Very good."
	"Edward. Why is your dad doing this?  I can't even afford the tie never
mind the rest of this stuff." Mike asked.
	"That's what has been puzzling me too. He's not usually this generous, but
then most of my friends already have these clothes already. Hm. I wonder
what he's up to?" Mike changed back into his own clothes and we left. Mike
had a hair cut that fitted in both with father's requirements and was what
he wanted, which was lucky and we bought him some shoes.
	When we returned home, Mike and I were summoned to the study. We both
entered very sheepishly thinking we were in for another ear bashing, but to
Mike's horror his father was standing beside mine.
	"Now we're in for it." Mike whispered to me.
	"Sh." I replied. As we stood before father's desk.
	"No young man, you are not in for it." My father paused for a moment. "Some
time ago, your father applied for a position within my household. Before I
accept any one, I carry out a thorough check on their background. Now I
don't know what Edward has told you, but with my position and what my
company does I need to be sure that my family and home are safe from, shall
we say, intrusion by undesirables. Now your father is precisely the person I
am looking for and has accepted the position offered."
	"Edward, Mr Jones is now the Estate Manager and is responsible not only for
the grounds, but also the house when I am away. He has full authority within
the house and you, young man will abide by his decisions." Father looked up
at Mr Jones.
	"Welcome to the staff Mr Jones." I said holding out my hand. He took it and
the game of knuckle cracking began as we shook hands. Needless to say I
lost, but kept my pride in tact as he stood there rubbing his knuckles. I
tried not to, but couldn't help but rub mine too. Mike just stood there with
a beaming smile. I nudged him and he almost ran around the table and hugged
his dad tight. There was a knock at the door and the head of security walked
in.
	"My Jones, if you would like to go with Mr Stevens, he will show you round
and issue you with your pass." Father looked at us. I whipped my pass out as
fast as lightening, as soon as Mike realised what was going on he got his
out too.
	Mr Stevens looked at Mike's pass, then took it from him. "This one's out of
date!" He said as he took hold of Mike firmly by the wrist. Mike developed
that instant look of panic as he turned his head toward me.
	"May I?" I asked as I held my hand out toward Mr Stevens. He handed me the
pass. I looked at it closely. "Not only that, but it is one of last years
short term visitors passes. It's totally invalid!"
	"Take him away Mr Stevens." Father said keeping a straighter face than
usual. I twigged immediately what was going on. Father wouldn't spend all
that money on Mike then throw him to the lions, our term for legal
proceedings. "Issue him a new one, you know the rest of the information Mr
Stevens." Then father and Mr Jones both burst out laughing. Mr Stevens
released Mike's arm and asked him to "step this way" and he would get his
pass issued formally. Poor Mike was so confused. I also realised that Mike's
father would be a handful. His sense of humour was very similar to my
father's and he was out right trouble when he started.
	When father had finished with Mr Jones and I, I showed Mr Jones to the
security office. Mike looked much happier now, but definitely didn't like
our fathers sense of humour. It made me nervous too. We all had lunch
together in the breakfast room. The four of us, father, Mr Jones, Mike and I
sat around the table and chatted while we ate. It was quite informal, but I
knew it was so that Mike's father could get to know me a little and for Mike
to get to know my father. After lunch we went our separate ways. Mike and I
had to see the Butler and the adults just lost themselves in the house.
	Mike and I spent over an hour learning about the etiquette for a formal
dinner. It was mainly for Mike's benefit, but I had to go along too.
Father's orders. We eventually escaped the house at around three and headed
off to Mike's. He was a little nervous because his house wasn't as grand as
mine. He needn't have worried though. I'd willingly swap his life style for
mine any day. Being able to come and go as you please, not being stuck at
boarding school and never seeing your family are just two of the things I
would have gladly given up.
	Mike's home was in wonderful condition. It was detached house with a super
rose garden in the front and a fair sized lawn out the back. He introduced
me to his mother, the one thing that was missing in my life, and she seemed
warm and welcoming enough. The one thing I couldn't get over was making tea
or what ever for yourself. At home one of the servants made it for you, at
school it was already made all you had to do was pour it out, but filling
the kettle and lighting the gas. It was great! It may sound silly, but those
are things I was never allowed to do at home. I sat and talked with his
mother for a while before Mike insisted I see his room.
	It was much smaller than mine, but had much the same sort of toys and games
in it. The one thing that was missing was a computer. To me it was glaringly
obvious by its absence, but Mike didn't seem to notice it. It was then that
he took me out to the garage and showed me his prize possession, an almost
brand new kayak. We went back to his room and he showed me lots of pictures
of him out on the river or a lake somewhere. It looked very exciting. It
looked like the sort of sport we could share together and then there was the
changing back into dry clothes afterwards.
	When we returned to my home, there was an ominous black limo parked in
front of the house. I knew it was father's guests. I also knew that one of
the guests was a spoiled brat named Rory. He always wore his fathers money
and position on his shoulder as though they were his. He thought he was much
better than everyone else he met. I could have quite happily slept out in
the stable rather than meet him again.
	Mike and I slipped up the back stairs and made it into my room before the
brat spotted us. He just walked into my room without even as much as asking
and started fiddling with my models. I told him several times not to touch
before he eventually broke one. I lost my temper, it wasn't the wisest thing
to do.
	"Leave me alone or I'll get my father's lawyers on you."
	"Oh yea!" I snarled as I threw him to the floor and pinned him down. "And
I'll feed you to the lions too!"
	"My daddy's the vice president and he'll sack your dad on the spot!" He
wined.
	"My father is your father's boss! What is he going to do now?" I snapped
back. He didn't have an answer for that. After telling him he was never to
enter my rooms again, I dragged him up off the floor and virtually threw him
out into the passage slamming the door behind him. I was shaking with anger.
I could have quite happily skinned the little sod.
	I picked up the phone and dialled the study number. Father answered it and
I explained exactly what had happened. I don't know what transpired between
the fathers, but every time I saw Rory after that, except at dinner, he
stayed  well away from me.
	When bed time came, both Mike and I were ready for it. It had been a long
and hectic day. Naturally we practised water conservation and showered
together. At least we could lock both of the bathroom doors and have an
escape route. Mike took great delight in teaching me his sensual massage
techniques. It was great! Both of us spent ages just running our hands all
over each other's bodies. I lost count of the number of cataclysmic orgasms
I had and Mike was pretty much the same. I wished the shower would never
end, but our beds were calling us and neither of us had much will left to
resist.
	After drying each other thoroughly we headed off to Mike's room. I hit the
bed first closely followed by Mike. We made our way under the covers and
just lay there close to each other, but without actually touching.
Eventually I plucked up the nerve and slid closer to Mike. Carefully I slid
my arm under his neck and draped my hand across his chest. I wanted to talk
to him about how I felt, but it was too late. Mike's eyes were closed and
his breathing was slow and rhythmic and before too long so was mine. Neither
of us really cared about the risk we were taking. We were just too damn
tired.
	I awoke with a start the next morning. My father was stood by the bed
shaking me vigorously. As my mind woke up I realised the shit had well and
truly hit the fan. I woke Mike gently. His first reaction was to hide
beneath the covers, but that didn't do any good. The problem was still there
when he poked his head back out a few seconds later. The gravity of another
problem reared its ugly head. I needed the toilet. I quickly slipped out of
bed and dashed into the bathroom. With a sigh of relief I returned to the
bedroom and slid back into the bed.
	"Well Edward. What do you have to say for yourself?" My father asked
seriously.
	"Nothing happened father. Honest!" I replied. My mind was racing, I was
starting to panic too.
	"What do you call nothing?"
	"Mike and I showered and I slipped in here to talk to him and before I knew
what was going on you woke me up."
	"Is this so Michael?" Father asked.
	"Y . . Y . . Yes sir." Mike replied very nervously.
	"I don't mind if you two boys want to experiment, that's only natural, but
you must be careful. Rosie, the maid, was quite distressed when she came and
told me that your bed hadn't been slept in. How do you think I felt? Eh?"
	"Sorry father. It won't happen again."
	"Just make sure it doesn't." With that father left and I breathed a sigh of
relief. Mike bolted for the bathroom. I expected the sound of running water
as he had a pee, but what I heard was someone throwing up, violently. After
handing him a glass of water so he could rinse his mouth, I led him back to
bed.
	"Mike, I need to discuss something seriously with you."
	"Oh yea. As if we aren't in enough trouble already, you climb back into my
bed." He looked sternly at me for a moment. My initial reaction was to get
up and go, but what the hell, it was my house. I grabbed him gently but
firmly by the head and drew our lips together. I expected Mike to struggle
but instead, he wrapped his arms around me, opened his lips and slid his
tongue into my mouth. This kiss lasted some minutes as I remembered to
breathe. He eventually broke the kiss.
	"So what was it you wanted to talk about?" Mike said with a knowing smile.
	"Tell me truthfully. How do you feel about me?" I asked nervously.
	"Well, you're a spoiled brat at times and far too pushy for your own good,
but I love you to pieces and don't ever want you to change." Mike went red
half way through his sentence. I felt all gooey inside. "What about you?"
	"I don't give a shit about what trouble we get in to, I want to spend the
rest of my life with you. You see, I have loved you since the moment you
stepped out of your underpants on the beech last Friday." We sat looking
deep into each others eyes for a few moments before wrapping our arms around
each other kissing again. You see, I was truly in love with this fair haired
hunk of male beauty wrapped up in my arms. We both jumped as we heard
someone clear their throat. There standing at the foot of the bed was Mike's
father.
	"Dad!" Mike said in shock.
	"Well?" He asked expectantly.
	"I love him dad." Was all Mike offered.
	"And I love him too." I added. Mr Jones looked uncomfortable as he turned
and left.
	"We had better get dressed and get to father's study quickly or we'll be in
even more trouble." I told Mike. He nodded and for the next few minutes we
both ran around like loonies finding clothes and dressing before heading off
to father's study.
	Sure enough, he was expecting me, but to have Mike there too showed
solidarity on our part and what ever happened next was going to happen to us
both. Mr Jones followed us in. For the first time in my life, I was actually
afraid of my father. He gestured for us to sit on the leather sofa while he
and Mr Jones had the arm chairs.
	"Well boys, what are we to do with you both?" Father asked. There was
silence. Mike suddenly when white.
	"That door." I said pointing and Mike dashed off. Turning to my father,
"That's the second time this morning. May I go and make sure he's alright
please?" Father nodded and I went after Mike.
	Whilst we were in the bathroom, I could hear our fathers talking about us
and how they felt. My father was surprised and a little shocked when Mr
Jones told him about the kissing, but on the whole I don't think either of
them was angry or anything like that, more disappointed may be. Mike and I
returned and sat down again.
	"Better?" My father asked Mike.
	"Yes thank you sir." Mike replied.
	"Think carefully before you answer my next question." There was a short
pause as though my father was thinking what to say next. "Do I take it that
you two love each other?" Mike looked at me and I looked at him. We nodded
subtlely to each other. I took hold of Mike's hand and turning to father
said.
	"Yes father, we do." And as if to prove a point I kissed Mike on the lips.
He was in shock by now and just sat there like a dummy.
	"Very well. You may go. Breakfast is being served in the breakfast room
this morning." Mike and I stood up nervously and left the study.
	"What the hell did you have to go and do that for?" Mike asked angrily.
	"Father likes positive actions." I replied.
	"So how do you think our fathers feel having just found out they have GAY
sons?" I sat down with a thud on the stairs. That aspect had never entered
my mind before.
	"Us gay?" I said aloud without really meaning to.
	"What else would you call us after beating off together, showering and
bathing together and sleeping together. You even top it off by kissing me in
front of our dads! Jesus Edward, do you have a death wish?" Mike was really
wound up now. He was truly magnificent!
	"If what we have done together makes us gay, then gay we are!" I replied
stubbornly. Mike's expression changed completely. He started to laugh.
	"I guess we are, aren't we." He said as he wrapped his arms around me and
kissed me on the cheek. We started walking again.
	"What worries me now is that we both may get the minimum term for
surprising my father. Four years in the same detention centre."
	"Eh?"
	"Sent to the same boarding school!"
	"He wouldn't do that would he? You're having me on?"
	"Just wait and see."
	Breakfast was a quiet affair as we ploughed through mountains of cereal,
bacon and eggs not forgetting the mushrooms. After leaving the table, we
returned to Mike's room and started packing his belongings. It wouldn't
normally have taken us long, but we were also discussing the events of the
first weekend we had known each other and what a weekend it had been. My
main worry now was when would we see each other again. Neither of us had an
answer for this question.
	At about 11 AM the driver came and collected Mike's bags and we had a
tearful farewell in his room. It would never have done for the servants to
see us. A few minutes later he was gone. I had his phone number and his
father worked here on the estate, but that wasn't the same.
	I walked through the bathroom closing and locking the inter-connecting door
flopped onto my bed and cried myself to sleep. At around 3, father came
looking for me. He was extremely surprised to see me looking like I was. A
tear streaked face under a head of black hair that looked like a bird had
made a nest out of it, my shirt was untucked and wrinkled. I looked a real
mess.
	"I know it's hard son, but you'll get over him. Believe me." Father told me
as he wrapped his arms firmly around me hugging me to his chest. All I could
do was to start crying again. We stayed like this for nearly an hour. When
we left together I felt as though my heart had been ripped out. I didn't
care what happened all I wanted was to see Mike again. I think father
realised this and banned me from leaving the house. He even barred my
outside line. What was I to do?
	Sunday night was just as bad. With only one week before I was due to go to
my new boarding school I should have been packing and generally preparing
myself for the new adventure that lay before me. I just didn't care.
	By Tuesday, my father realised that what I was feeling was real, but
despite his attempts to cheer me up I felt no better. Wednesday morning
brought a little hope though. My father received a letter from my new school
and due to an electrical fault there would be no new intake this term. This
left him with a problem. I had no school to go to.
	Mr Jones met me in the family room that afternoon. We sat and talked for a
while and I found out that Mike was no happier than I. He had already
started back at school and already letters had been sent home about his
behaviour and total lack of attentiveness in class. It was then that the
idea came to me. I excused myself from Mr Jones and headed for father's
study. Normally, during the day it was "office time" and he was to be
considered as not there. However, I ignored this and went in without
knocking. You see, my idea was simple and I had built my hopes up really
high on it.
	"Father, this school problem. Could I have a tutor that lived in? I have
been talking to Mr Jones and it seems Mike is having problems at school too.
This way, he could tutor us both." I was so excited by now I was hopping
around like a cat on a hot tin roof.
	"Calm down Edward. A tutor would certainly resolve your education problem
in the short term, but how does Michael fit in to all of this?" Father
asked.
	"Mike is having all sorts of problems at school and would really benefit
from some tuition right now. Then we would be ready for school next term
under the staff scheme. What do you think? Mr Jones is senior staff even if
he hasn't been with us for very long."
	"Well I don't know. I'll have to think about it and then discuss it with Mr
and Mrs Jones."
	"Thanks father. I love you." I said before leaving the office.

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