Date: Mon, 01 May 2000 22:56:46 GMT
From: Tel R O'Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rich Kid part 21

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.

Sorry for the delay in posting this part of the story. I was preoccupied
with off-net
commitments.

Enjoy.


The Rich Kid
Part 21

	"The Smoothies" splashed and clowned around for what was left of
the morning before rumbling stomachs reminded them of the time. Mike's
insistence on cleaning the quads down led to wet clothes, but this time
there was no streaking up the back stairs only a pile of wet clothes
outside the flat.
	Lunch was chaotic as we discussed what we wanted to in the
afternoon. It was then that Mike pointed out he had his first lesson for
his hovercraft pilots license which pretty well split us up. I wasn't going
to be far from Mike and the others wanted to go into town and so it was
settled.
	Mark, Tom and James headed off with one of the chauffeurs and I sat
down with my feet up. I was looking at Mike's picture, the one he had drawn
of me when an idea came to me. It was a real flash of inspiration. I knew
father had left on business earlier and with a very special anniversary
coming up, I needed to do something special. I walked across to the
kitchen.
	"Hello cook. How are you today?" I asked jovially. She looked at me
suspiciously.
	"Well thank you Mater Edward. What can I do for you?" Cook always
was to the point.
	"I'd like to plan a special dinner party for Mike." I said.
	"When do you want to hold it?"
	"Late August, ideally a Saturday or Sunday." I told her.
	"That's no problem Master Edward. It's nice to get plenty of
notice. What had you in mind as we'll need to order in anything special."
	"I think you may misunderstand me cook."
	"Oh and how's that?" She asked looking at me in a funny way.
	"Well, I was hoping to cook it myself."
	"Oh. And I assume you would like me to help you. Is that it?" Cook
asked.
	"Well sort of. I'd like you to teach me how to cook. We don't get
the chance at school." I said excitedly.
	"Ok. Master Edward, but I'll have to clear it with the Butler
first."
	"I don't think you will have any problems there, but it is most
important that Mike doesn't find out."
	"Don't worry. Just one thing though Master Edward. What's this
special dinner for?" Cook asked.
	"It'll be Mike's and my first anniversary." I replied happily.
	"Hmm." Cook said with a note of disapproval. "I don't like such
things. It isn't natural for boys to be in love with boys. But then again
it's none of my business."
	I left the kitchen not quite as happy as I had been. Cook was
entitled to her point of view. I just wished she hadn't said anything. As I
came outside the kitchen door, I could hear the engine of Mike's
hovercraft. I knew he was having fun and wondered how I used to manage
before we met. My surprise dinner came back to mind and I headed back to
the flat. There was only one major hurdle left now. What was I going to
cook dinner on? There was still a gap where the cooker used to be and I had
no idea how to go about filling it. I was going to have to trust someone
else with my secret, Mike's father. I picked up the phone and dialled his
number.
	"Hello. Mr Jones?" I said.
	"Speaking. How can I help you Master Edward?" He replied. I knew
immediately he had someone with him.
	"Can I come over and talk to you? I need some advice."
	"Certainly." I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was
proud that I felt I could talk to him. "Do you want me to come over?" He
asked over the phone.
	"It's ok. I'll come to you."
	"Can you give me 10 minutes? I have something to finish here
first."
	"Certainly. Thanks. Bye." I said before returning the phone to its
charger.
	I looked at Mike's picture once more and realised that there were
no pictures of Mike on the walls of our flat. The one's I had with the real
him, all of him, but not really suitable for public viewing. I felt a
stirring in the front of my trousers.  You see, in most of my pictures of
Mike, he was naked and displaying his beautiful body to the full.
	As I stood up, I adjusted the uncomfortable lump my thoughts of
Mike had caused before leaving the flat. I walked slowly over to Mr Jones's
office and he was waiting for me when I arrived.
	"You look serious Ed'." He said as he closed the door.
	"It's nothing. Mike's having his first pilots lesson and the others
are in town." I replied.
	"Don't worry. He won't be too much longer." I looked at my watch.
	"One hour 35 minutes." I said without thinking.
	"So how can I help you Ed'." Mr Jones asked.
	"Oh. Yes." I said returning from a short daydream about Mike (who
else?).  "How do I get a cooker for our flat?" I asked bluntly.
	"Well, firstly I would need to know why you want one? You are both
a little young to be messing around with cookers and things. Besides, you
have a perfectly good kitchen just across the yard from you." Mr Jones
replied.
	"Well.I.I wanted to cook something special at the end of next month
for Mike.  It's our first anniversary, but please don't tell him, please."
I said.
	"Don't worry. We don't discuss estate business at home. So what had
you in mind?"
	"I haven't decided what I am going to cook yet."
	"No silly. What sort of cooker did you have in mind?"
	"Do they come in different sorts?" I asked and immediately felt
very stupid.
	"Come on. Grab your coat and I'll meet you by the flat. We are
going to look at cookers."
	"Thank you." I said as my heart leapt for joy. I was worried he
wouldn't approve of my idea.
	We met outside the flat a few minutes later, but before we got into
the car Mr Jones and I measured the space that the cooker had to fit
into. We spent quite a while looking at cookers and eventually we found one
that was almost perfect. The trouble was it was also very expensive and I
had to get father's approval first. I made a careful note of the details
and we returned home. Father wasn't due back for several more days yet, so
I e-mailed him and explained my plans fully to him including the details of
the cooker. All I could do now was wait.
	"Hi Ed'!" Mike said gleefully. I shut the laptop lid quickly.
	"Hi Mike. How'd it go?" I asked excitedly. I was so happy he was
back before the others.
	"Fine. It was really great fun!" He said eyeing the laptop
carefully.  "What've you been doing this afternoon?"
	"Nothing much." I replied as I stood up and hugged him tight. My
answer was cut short as he kissed me.
	"So what about that?" Mike asked nodding towards the laptop. "Not
more secrets I hope?"
	"Just one, but it is a very special secret. One I know you will
enjoy!" I replied.
	"It hadn't better be another present. You know how I feel about
them."
	"It is, but not the sort that costs lots of money. You can repay
this one with nothing in your pockets at all and it would still be very
special." I tried to convince him.
	"Are you sure?" He asked fingering the ring on his finger.
	"Yes!" I replied fondling the ingot hanging around my neck. "There
is no way I want either of us to go through that again. I love you too much
Mike."
	"Ok love." He replied.
	"Now get those soggy clothes off of our carpet!" I told him. "Get
yourself into the bath and I'll be through in a minute."
	"Oops! Sorry." Mike said as he almost ran through into the
bathroom.
	I heard the shower start as I put on some romantic music and
stripped down to my underwear. As I entered the bathroom there was a
pleasant smell in the air.  Mike had lit a candle and it was giving off a
most intoxicating aroma. It was a shame most of it would be drawn out by
the fan along with the steam.
	The shower door opened and a strong arm grabbed me and pulled me
in. A passionate kiss and a surprised look met me.
	"What the hell have you got those on for?" Mike asked.
	"I was going to give you a massage. Something we haven't done
properly in months. Not since we started at school together."
	"Oh sorry love. I was hoping you were going to give me something
else."
	"I will if you behave yourself." I couldn't help but grin widely.
	After cleaning Mike and fending off his attempts at removing my
underwear I led him out of the shower and dried him off. When I was ready I
lay him down on the towels that I had arranged on the sitting room floor
and made him lay face down on them. With my hands now covered in oils I
started on his neck and shoulders. He purred like a kitten.
	It felt so good to be able to get really inside him without
entering his body. It was as though I really knew what made him feel good,
besides sex that is. I spent ages giving him a really deep massage on both
his back and front. Even his treasure took all that I had to offer with my
hands before Mike fell asleep. I covered him with another towel and let him
sleep. Luckily I was able to shut the others up before they disturbed him.
	"Ed'. What did you do to him that made him sleep like that?" James
asked.
	"Get showered and I'll show you." I said with a grin.
	"Your not gonna.gonna 'DO' me are you?"
	"No way James. If you think I would seduce you whilst Mike and I
are in love you are in a fantasy world." James headed off for a shower and
I lay out another set of towels. He came out dripping wet. My conscience
kicked-in.
	"Hey! Dry off first!" I said. He did and came out and lay down on
the towels.
	"Do they have to watch?" James asked.
	"Not if you don't want them to." I replied and the other two took
the hint and headed off to their room leaving the door open. Within a few
minutes James too was so relaxed he didn't care what I wanted to do with
him. It would have been ok.  One thing I did for Mike, but not James, was
to massage his 'personal equipment'. By the time I had finished, he too was
fast asleep and covered with a towel. By now, my arms too were aching and I
just flopped down in one of the armchairs and dozed off.
	Mark woke me gently at around 6 and I woke Mike. I wanted to give
him the chance of a shower without our young voyeur watching his every
move. Once Mike had finished, I woke James and we kept telling him to get a
move on or we'd miss dinner. We weren't too far short of the truth as the
phone rang just as we were leaving for dinner in the breakfast room. Well,
it was much less formal and definitely not so imposing.  Besides, the table
wasn't so highly polished.
	After dinner Mike spent some time with his parents. He wanted me to
go along, but I didn't think it would be right. It was him they wanted to
see after all. I settled down in front of the big television with the
others and we watched a video that Tom had bought. It was "Men in
Black". It was great! And we son realised that Tom was a secret sci-fi
boffin. As we found out later, he was also quite an author too.  Naturally,
they were all science fiction stories. All except one that is, and he
agreed to read us that story once we were all together again in the flat.
	Tom cleared his throat and began his story. It was a true love
story and as it progressed he took us from fits of laughter to the depths
of despair. Parts of the story sounded familiar, but it wasn't until the
end that we realised he was reading the story of two young male lovers and
those lovers were Mike and I.
	We talked for ages afterwards about the story and Tom's perception
of what we had been through. The most accurate parts of the story was where
he had interacted directly with Mike and I. All the way back from last year
and my painted on underwear through to his "involvement" with James. It was
a truly touching and well-interpreted story that made us all feel very
special.
	Both Mike and I took full advantage of the situation to not only
discover how our friends saw us, but to let them know how we saw them
too. Briefly, we saw Mark as a ladies man that was looking for other
experiences too. Tom, well, Tom was a bit of a mystery. He was interested
in boys; but it appeared that he was only really interested in
self-satisfaction and wasn't bothered if the boy felt good or not. James
was a true voyeur and into watching anything sexual. He was even man enough
to admit it. Now that must say something for his courage and inner
strength.
	They saw Mike and I as two guys that were madly and deeply in love
with each other to the point of near suicidal behaviour when we were
separated for long periods of time or were forced apart. I suppose this was
a fair assumption given our track record.  The one thing that really
impressed us though was how loyal they saw us, not only to each other, but
also to our friends. The room went quiet and we reached a mutual decision
that come what may, we were going to remain good and loyal friends.  It was
on this high note that Mike and I decided to retire. A stern look at James
dissuaded him from partaking in his favourite hobby.
	The flat was very quiet and all you could hear was the sound of
slow rhythmic breathing as we slept. For us, the night passed very quickly
and early the next morning we were out on the lake sailing and
canoeing. Our instructors arrived mid-morning and wasted no time in joining
us out on the water. Apart from a break at lunchtime, we stayed out until
we had no choice but come in and get ready for dinner.
	The pattern for summer was set, on the water during the day and
working on our money-making holiday project in the evenings. The math was a
piece of cake after one of father's accountants showed us what we had to do
and very soon Mike had decided that this side of the business would be far
easier than actually running the activity side. Ok, so this was only a
trial run and pretty soon Tom, Mark, James and I started behaving more like
real clients and giving Mike a hard time. All in all he coped very well
even when Mark got really balshy and threatened to punch his lights out. We
knew he was kidding, but if a real client got that upset we knew that we
would need some adult help to run the enterprise.
	By the end of the fourth week we were ready for a change and this
gave us the ideal opportunity. Our instructors were going on holiday in the
next couple of days, so we made plans for a canoeing and camping trip. We
did our homework well and father gave us the ok. All we had to do now was
convince the other parents. From here on things went down hill
rapidly. Mark had to go with his parents to the South of France for three
weeks and Tom was off to Orlando for two weeks. That left three of us,
which was a good number.
	James had to go home for a few days, which meant that Mike and I
could spend some time without having to watch the shadows for James. He
wasn't as bad as he used to be, but still had a little way to go.
	On the Monday, Mike had another hovercraft pilot lesson and I was
back in the kitchen with cook. She was amazed how quickly I was learning my
new skills and we decided it was time to test them out. Poor father, if
only he knew he was one of the richest guinea pigs in the world. We all ate
well that night, but it wasn't quite up to cook's standard, yet!
	By the end of the week, Mike was approaching his first set of exams
and was as nervous as hell. We spent the evenings going over the theory and
when he went in for his exams, I was left outside pacing for over two
hours. Well, I couldn't let him face them on his own, besides it was
nearing the time for the cooker to be delivered and fitted and I wanted to
make sure he was out of the way when it came.
	Mike emerged from the study followed by his examiner. He had a
really strange expression on his face. He looked constipated or
something. But it didn't last for long as he let out a loud "whoop!" He had
passed the first set with flying colours.  This left the way clear for our
trip and a big celebratory meal I had planned. No, I wasn't cooking this
one. Instead we were going out to the local Chinese restaurant with his
parents, my treat.  Unfortunately, my father was away on business and
missed a brilliant night.  It was just as well that we weren't in our best
togs, because chopstick in the hands of novice's made a frightful mess.
	That night we snuggled up as usual when a funny beeping sound came
from the kitchenette. Shit! I had been tinkering with the cooker earlier
and had forgotten to cancel the time. Up until now Mike hadn't noticed the
cooker, but that was about to change. He rolled over and ambled off into
the kitchenette.
	"When was this put in?" He called.
	"Oh, the other afternoon. Do you like it?" I replied trying to make
it sound as it if it had been planned all along.
	"What do we need a cooker for? We have a full kitchen and staff
just across the way?" Mike asked.
	"We will have to learn to fend for ourselves sometime. I mean, what
about when we go to university?"
	"I guess you are right. But I can't be bothered with it yet." Mike
said as he climbed back into bed.
	With that, a long muscular and increasingly hairy arm wrapped
itself around me and hugged me tight. A head lightly placed itself on my
shoulder and the gentle warm breath from it sent goose bumps all over my
chest. With a gentle turn of my head I kissed a button nose. A giggle
escaped from my lover as I teased it with my tongue.  Only the very tip of
his nose mind you.
	A deep guttural sigh escaped my lips as he slid his hand down my
chest and after teasing my belly button found something a lot more
interesting to play with.  Before too long, his hand was working wonders on
me as he sent shivers and tingles all over my body. I let my hand slide
down Mike's flank and drew feathery circles on his bum cheek.  He too soon
became as excited as I and I gently circled up to the small of his back
causing him to arch it quite violently.
	"You know Mike." I said between gasps, "I really love you with all
my heart and soul."
	"I love you too Ed'. Nothing else in the world matters to me any
more now that I have you." With that our lips sealed and our tongues
danced. I made a couple of involuntary grunts and Mike dived beneath the
covers engulfing my pride and joy just in the nick of time as my body
stiffened and my private firework display erupted inside my head. With
that, my eyes closed my muscles relaxed and I fell asleep.
	I awoke around five-thirty the next morning. Mike was still
snuggled up close to me, but my left arm was all tingly and I couldn't feel
my hand. Gently I reached over Mike and took hold of my left hand with my
right. It was cold and totally devoid of feeling. Carefully I eased it up
and placed it against Mike's back. There was a sudden convulsion and he was
lying on top of me trying to escape my cold hand.
	I let out a scream as sudden pain shot down my left arm. Mike
rolled off of me back onto my arm. He was wide awake now and groping for
the switch on the bedside light. He found it as I wrenched my arm out from
under him. He rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a thud. If it
hadn't been for my arm, the whole situation would have been incredibly
funny, as it was I was nearly in tears as Mike's head appeared over the
side of the bed looking at me in dismay.
	I was sitting there rubbing my arm as he climbed back in to bed and
took over from me. He had guessed what had happened. A few minutes later
everything was back to normal apart from the fact that we were both
wide-awake now. There was a bang on the door and two security guards came
in.
	"Sorry to intrude lads. We heard a scream!" The younger of the two
guards said.
	"It's ok. My arm was numb from me laying on it and when I moved, it
hurt like hell!" I replied not telling him the whole truth. Gently he took
my hand and started rubbing my arm.
	"Thanks, thanks very much. It's much better now." I said. The
trouble was his touch was really great and seemed to be having more of an
effect further down my body than on my arm. Mike coughed subtly as he
noticed my growing problem.
	"Oh.Ok Master Edward. We're glad to have been able to help. Good
night."  The other guard said.
	"Good night." We said together and the guards left.
	"So what is this for?" Mike asked pulling the covers back and
grabbing my now fully erect penis.
	"I'll show you, if you'll let go of it." I replied with a wicked
grin. He let go all right and as he rolled over to turn the light out I
pounced on him pinning him to the bed.  A few moments later I was giving
him my all and to the best of my ability. I must have been getting it right
too as Mike was already starting to purr unlike me. I was starting to
pant. I eased off a bit and pretty soon I was purring away too.
	Mike decided it was time for a change and we swapped roles as I lay
in his favourite position, on my back with my knees up. His probe docked
with me in a manoeuvre even NASA would be proud of. As he started his
gentle rocking motion I eased his head down to mine and gently nibbled his
earlobe and kissed his neck. I could feel his body shivering with
excitement before a sudden hard thrust and that wonderful full feeling
peaked in me. Mike collapsed in a heap on top of me.
	I hadn't realised until know just how much he was filling out. With
a gentle slap on his behind he climbed off and lay face down by my side. I
guess I was a little selfish as I took this as my cue to climb aboard. I
slipped in easily and took my time before I too collapsed after a
mind-blowing orgasm. We just lay there for an hour or so as life outside
our window started a new day.
	By 7:30 we were showered and eating breakfast. We had to meet James
at the station at 9 before organising our kit and heading off to our first
nights camp by the river.  The train pulled in on time. Now that was a
surprise in itself, but where was James? The mobile rang and the driver
answered it.
	"Master James is at the house Master Edward." The driver said
sounding a little put out. I didn't blame him either.
	"Thanks." I said as we returned to the car and headed for home. Did
we get a shock as we pulled in behind the house. There sitting on top of
James's father's car was a bright blue Canadian canoe! Not only that, it
was brand new too!
	There were hugs all round as we greeted each other and the adults
wandered off for coffee. I was more interested in the boat. It was great!
All 16 feet of it and it would easily accommodate all three of us. The
trouble was we now had three boats, the two I had arranged and James's.

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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.