Date: Mon, 25 Oct 1999 20:14:49 GMT
From: TellerOf Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rich Kid part 6

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
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The Rich Kid
Part 6 The Separation

	By the time we had returned home, father had been informed of the fight and
we had to go directly up to his study. I knocked on the door nervously and
waited.
	"Enter!" Father commanded.
	"You wanted to see us father." I said as we entered his study.
	"What the hell has been going on?" He yelled. He was absolutely livid. To
be honest, I can't remember ever seeing him this angry before.
	I explained everything leading up to today's fight. Father sat in his chair
scrutinising me, every movement, every word. Mike made his points clearly
and succinctly which backed up my story, but then why shouldn't it. It was
the truth after all.
	"So Edward, you stepped in to defend Michael. To stop these other boys from
assaulting him."
	"Yes father."
	"At least you are as loyal to your friends as you are to me which is good,
but you know my views on fighting and by hitting these other boys you have
reduced yourself to their level which is totally unacceptable! You will both
now return to the study room and write a sincere letter of apology to both
the headmaster and the PE teacher."
	"Sorry father, but what else could I do?"
	"You could both have turned and walked away! Now go!" Mike and I left
father's study and returned to our study room and after writing the letters
father had ordered, we returned to his office. Father wasn't there, but his
secretary took them from us and we left. Our lessons seemed to drag for the
remainder of the day and after prep, we showered and headed down for dinner.
	As we entered the dining room, I noticed that five places we set. This
puzzled me. Four I could understand, but five? Why five? There were sounds
of laughter coming from the library, so Mike and I went to investigate. It
was quite a shock to us to find father and both of Mike's parents in there.
We entered trying to stay calm. Father hadn't mentioned any guests for
dinner this evening.
	"Come in boys. Come in." Father said jovially. This made me even more
suspicious. What's more we were allowed a small sherry before dinner too.
Normally we were only allowed soft drinks except with the meal itself and
that was limited to one glass of wine. The tone of the evening was set. The
table layout and the sherry pointed to one thing, a formal dinner party. The
butler announced dinner was served and we filed through.  The conversation
all through dinner was light hearted which induced a foreboding in me. What
was this all about?
	We moved through into the drawing room after dinner and things seemed to
relax a little. Well, Mike did, he was verging on the giggly and had no idea
something was afoot despite my having tried to warn him. Suddenly.
	"Can we get started?" Father said bringing the room to an instant hush.
Mike and I were asked to sit in the two easy chairs on one side of the
coffee table whilst the adults sat around the other three sides. Alarm bells
started ringing in my head!
	"Boys," father began, "we have gathered here this evening to sort out one
or two concerns that we, your parents have. We are growing concerned about
how close you have been getting. Normal friendship is fine, but on several
occasions now you have been caught sleeping in the same bed. What do you
have to say about the matter?" Father sounded very formal, this told me he
was hiding his feelings, not only from the Jones's but me also. I looked at
Mike, he had stopped giggling now and was very quiet as he stared intently
at me. I stood up and cleared my throat.
	"As you have correctly assumed, Michael and I are very close friends. From
my point of view, I have been stuck here in this house since mid-July when
school broke up for the summer and until late August I saw no-one my own
age."
	"But you chose to stay here with me instead of going to that adventure
holiday resort in the South of France." Father interrupted.
	"As I was about to say, this was partly my choice. I was hoping to spend at
least a little time with you father. It would have been the only time we
would have been together since Christmas, but no, you had to work. Day after
day you hid away in your office. Some days I didn't even see you at meal
times." I took a quick drink from my glass and looked at father. He had a
surprised look on his face, but said nothing.
	"Then Mike came in to my life. Certainly our meeting was somewhat unusual,
but from the first moment I saw him I knew he would be a good friend and
possibly more. Mike." I said looking at him. Mike took over on cue.
	"I knew my dad had applied for a job here and with the wall around the
grounds made it all the more intriguing. So for days, I spent a lot of my
time looking around the grounds. Yes, I even saw Edward on a number of
occasions which made the place like an irresistible force and I had to keep
coming back. I knew the risks, even if I did underestimate them at the time,
and on the day that Edward and I met for the first time, I carelessly forgot
my watch lens and the sun which was how he caught me." Mike looked at me and
grinned.
	"That slim, lily-white body that splashed around on the beech really
distracted me." Mike stopped suddenly and went deep red. He turned and made
off toward the door. I was too quick for him and wrapped my arms around him.
	"We have to be honest with them. I think they know any way, but we must
tell them." I said quietly. Mike shrugged himself free of my hug, grasped my
hand firmly and we went back to our parents.
	"You see, mum, dad, I don't really know how to say this, but . . ." Mike
stopped and looked at me. He was shaking like a leaf and was on the whiter
shade of pale by now.
	"Father, Mr and Mrs Jones, what Mike and I are saying is that we are in
love with each other." I sat down with a bump pulling Mike with me. Our
parents just stared at us not really knowing what to say. I could see tears
of fear running down Mike's cheeks and timidly turned him towards me and
hugged him tight making sure my face was nearest our parents in an attempt
to hide his tears. The room was silent.
	Mike released me and nervously he looked at his mother. She smiled and he
went quickly to her and hugged her tight. My father on the other hand just
sat there looking down into his lap. It was most unlike him to show his
emotions, normally he put on his business expression and toughed it out.
Nervously, I walked over to him. He didn't even look up at me. I sat on the
arm of his chair and put an arm around him. Before I knew what was happening
I was sat on his lap, his arms were wrapped around me and he was sobbing
into my shoulder. This was definitely a new experience for me and probably
him too. Lovingly, I stroked the back of his shoulders. I didn't know what
good it would do, but he did it to me on the rare occasions he saw me when I
was upset.
	"Do you really love him?" Father asked so softly that it was almost
unperceptible.
	"Yes, I do dad." I replied just as softly. Father looked at me with
surprise.
	"You called me dad." He said. "You've never done that before." We hugged
tight again before he suggested that Mike might need releasing from his
mother's hug. I looked at him and grinned.
	"Don't think badly of us Mr Jones." I said cautiously. "I know this has
come as a bit of a shock."
	"Shock!" He bellowed. "I'll give you shock!"
	"Michael, Edward, go and watch television for a while." Father ordered. It
was obvious he was concerned about Mr Jones's reaction and felt that they
needed to talk. Reluctantly, Mike's mother released him and we walk to the
door holding hands, there was no need to hide how we felt any longer.
	The adults spent best part of two hours discussing the situation and Mike
and I desperately wanted to know what was being said. We took turns
listening at the door which, of course, resulted in numerous Master Edward
or Master Michael's from the butler accompanied by a disapproving look. We
gave up in the end when the Butler told us we were to go to bed. We both lay
awake in the same bed all night unsure of what was going to greet us the
following morning.
	The morning came and nothing. It was as though last night had never
happened. This made both Mike and I very unsettled. Neither of us could
concentrate during lessons and in the end, Mr Grey abandoned the scheduled
lessons and opened the floor to discussions. Mike was very brave when he
asked about same gender relationships. Boy did we talk that one through. We
discovered a lot about adult view point and how sometimes what we, the
young, perceive as unreasonable is very often exactly the opposite in the
long term. By lunch time we all had a better understanding of each other and
were prepared to face any consequences that might be coming our way. Mike
and I had also agreed that we stand together "come hell or high water".
	The dining room was back to normal at lunch and Mr Grey and us boys sat at
our own table whilst father and Mr Jones sat at the main table. As we were
leaving Mr Jones called Mike.
	"Yes dad." Mike answered nervously.
	"If you truly love Edward, that's fine by me and your mother." Mr Jones
said.
	"Thanks dad." Mike said as tears of joy ran down his face. His father
hugged him tight and beckoned me to join them. It was an event that I will
never forget! The only worry I had now, well here at home any way, was
father. He hadn't said anything one way or the other.
	For the rest of the day, life was pretty well back to normal. The only
surprise was when Mike and I went to my room to get ready for dinner and
found that a second bed had appeared and his clothes were hanging up in my
second wardrobe. I now knew that father didn't disapprove, but did he
approve? Only time would tell.
	We spent that evening rearranging my room. It was hard work, but by the
time we had finished, it looked more like a bedroom than a lonely boys play
room. When father came up to see us that night just before 10, he was happy
to see that we were in separate beds. I explained that it was the same every
weekday night, he was pleased and after kissing us both good night, left us.
It was strange how father seemed to be growing closer to Mike all the time.
To me, it showed he was being accepted in to our, father's and mine, way of
life, into our family even.
	Midmorning break caught Mike and I by surprise. Father and Mr Grey were in
the study room when we got back from having a drink. They were looking at a
letter father had received that morning.
	"Sit down boys." Mr Grey said solemnly.
	"Boys, we have here a letter from the school. Edward you have been invited
to join them there after half term." I let up a cheer! "Mike, the news isn't
so good for you. You will have to re-sit the entrance papers after half term
and won't be able to join Edward until the start of the new term, providing
your grades are better this time." The news was pretty much as we expected.
My elation switched to sorrow immediately. Mike looked really downcast.
Despite all my attempts to cheer him up, I failed miserably. It was then
that it dawned on me too that we would be apart for six weeks at least.
	My jaw dropped and my spirits dropped even lower. There was no way I was
going to be separated from Mike for that amount of time. I couldn't be! I
realised now that my father was testing us. It was now obvious to me that he
had pulled quite a few strings to get me in to this school. No school
accepts new boarders mid-term. It just wasn't done.
	I turned and looked at father. Real anger welled up inside me. I think he
knew this because he pointed at me with his finger and simply said "shut
it!" I turned and ran out of the room slamming the door behind me. Father
shouted something, but I ignored it. I left the house and ran as fast as I
could. Despite the rain that was now pouring down, I kept running hard. I
eventually stopped when I reached our beach. The place where Mike and I
first met. I sat on our log and cried my heart out.
	Mike found me about an hour later. I was soaking wet and freezing cold. He
tried desperately to reassure me that it was only for a few weeks and that
we could write and phone and even e-mail each other, but this did little to
raise my spirits. I hugged him tight. It was then that I saw father standing
there. His suit splattered in and dripping wet. I stood up and walked off
taking Mike with me. I felt that he was the only one who loved me, the only
one who cared. That man was only there to pay the bills, I no longer felt
anything for him.
	As I tried to lead Mike away from this cold hearted bill payer, he kept
following us. In the end, I turned and let my anger pour forth. By the time
I had finished, my father was in no doubt as to where he stood. Ok I got a
good hiding for my poor choice of language, but at least it was all in
context and my behind was now the only warm place on my body. My father
turned away and left us. He was hurt by the things I had said, but then
again, I was hurt by him pulling strings to get me away from Mike!
	Mike lead me back to the house shadowed by security. It wasn't that father
distrusted Mike, more that he thought I might do something stupid like run
away or something. That was the furthest thought from my mind. Father was
going to pay dearly for pulling strings.
	The first thing Mike did when we got back to our room was to put me in a
hot bath. He proved to be a real mother hen that night. He wouldn't leave me
alone for a second. When I was still shivering at bed time, he called father
and the doctor was called.
	My first opportunity to retaliate against my father was when the doctor
asked to speak to him outside. I told them both to talk about me in front of
me or not at all. This really embarrassed father. Yes! Score one to the good
guys! I didn't say one word to my father for the next couple of days. Even
after I was allowed to get out of bed, I insisted on wearing jeans and tee
shirts and the like to dinner in the evenings. It wasn't until Mike told me
about a conversation he had had with father that I dramatically changed my
plans. It transpired that father had told Mike that if I didn't change my
attitude radically in the next 24 hours he would be living at home and
travelling in daily for his lessons.
	Naturally, I revised my plan of attack and reduced it to common courtesy
only. This made Mike happier too as he was also threatening to go home if I
didn't stop acting like a real brat! There was no physical contact between
Mike and I for the whole of that weekend. Although I did treat him a lot
better than I did father. Despite all of my anger at father, I loved Mike
more than any one else in the world and I could never be parted from him.
	Father and I didn't see much of each other right up to the night before I
was to leave for school. Needless to say, that night, Mike and I made love
more times than we could count and when breakfast time came on the morning
of my departure we both looked like hell! Father passed comment several
times about it at breakfast and all I did was to smile at him and tell him
how good it was. This achieved nothing apart from bringing my departure to
school forward. Mike didn't want to say goodbye in public so he stayed at
home instead of coming with me. I have never felt so sad in my life! The
look in his eyes as we drove away, the tears we both shed, the heartache we
both suffered would take months if not years to get better.
	I arrived at school and was first shown to where I was going to be
sleeping. I was expecting to be in one of the dorms, but no. I had been
allocated a two person room to my self. The second bed I found out later was
for Mike. The sixth former who showed me to my room was annoyed at the
prospect of having a "little kid" sleeping on his landing. Despite my
reassurances that I would keep out of his way, his annoyance didn't abate.
He also made it abundantly clear that the other sixth form facilities were
strictly off limits.
	I spent the next hour or so unpacking and generally settling in. I was
extremely depressed. The room was comfortable enough, but not like mine at
home. There was no phone, no computer, nothing. I sat on my bed just short
of tears when the door flew open. It was another sixth former.
	"Ah is didums missing his mummy and daddy then?" This six foot two athletic
built boy said sarcastically.
	"Not really. I'm missing…" I stopped short. I couldn't tell him I was
missing my boy friend. Blimey, that would get me crucified! "Missing my home
comforts."
	"Like what?" The boy answered sharply.
	"Like my PC for a start and my phone."
	"You won't get them here unless you pay for them." He said a little more
gently. There was a knock at the door.
	"Come!" I said in my best business voice. It was the porter.
	"The engineer from the phone company is here." The man said.
	"Thank you." I replied still retaining my business manner. "Show him up
please."
	"Sorry, young sir. You have to come down and sign him in."
	"Can you show me where to go please?" I replied. My depression was lifting
as this little ray of sunshine shone in on my solitary world. The sixth
former was awe-struck! In all his time at the school, he had never seen a
boy start mid-way through a year, never mind mid-term and here he was with
the phone being installed on his first day. He dashed off to tell his
friends.
	The porter led me down to the porter's lodge. It was a small office just
inside what was known as the common entrance. It didn't look much, but was
the hub of school security.
	I carefully checked the engineer's ID and signed him in. When we got back
to my room, it turned out that the previous occupant had a phone in there
too and all it needed was to be reconnected. The job was done in less than
five minutes and after signing the engineer out, I ran back to test my new
phone line.
	I quickly dialled Mike's room number and the phone rang. And rang and rang.
I tried his home number, but got no answer there either. My ray of sunshine
was fading fast. Eventually I phoned father's secretary and she said she
would pass a message on to Mike for me. I gave her my new number for Mike.
The trouble was I had no idea of the routine this school ran to and couldn't
say when I would be there. In the end, I told her to get him to phone in the
late evening.
	The door opened and the two sixth formers I had met earlier walked in.
	"Jesus! Doesn't any body knock around here?" I said angrily.
	"Not for lower school tykes!" The grumpy one said. "Bloody hell! He has got
a phone already!"
	"I told you he had!" The six foot boy replied. "Hm. . . Rich kid!"
	"I'm Hamilton-Smythe, HS to my friends and this is Dozer." He said pointing
to the grumpy one I met first. We shook hands and I introduced my self.
	"I'm Edward Sommerton-Thorne, but you can call me Edward if you wish." I
know it sounded a bit pompous, but I wasn't sure about these guys and wanted
to maintain a distance, for the moment any way.
	"Rich kid! That was an understatement!" HS said to Dozer.
	"You aren't kidding. They don't come much richer." They spoke as if I
wasn't there.
	"Well Edward." HS started. "You're to come for coffee with us at the
Master's house. First day as well."
	"Can you show me where to go?" I asked with just a little too much
uncertainty in my voice. I got a clip around the ear from Dozer.
	"We said you were to COME WITH US! Dope. Don't you ever listen!" Dozer
yelled.
	"Hey! Take it easy on him. He's one of us, not one of those damn
scholarship kids." HS said in a harsh tone to Dozer. Turning to me he said
"Come on youngun. It's not far." As we left my room I pulled the door to.
	"Don't forget to lock it." HS reminded me.
	"Lock it? I haven't a key." I replied now wondering about the security of
my kit.
	"Top right hand drawer of the desk." Dozer said now in a more friendly
tone. I looked and there was a small bunch of keys. I locked the door and
off we went. They both became a lot friendlier as we got to know one
another. Coffee with the Master was quite an auspicious start for me at
school and quite an honour too. I discovered just how many strings father
had pulled to get me in early. It was also why I had a room to myself, until
Mike started that is. Mike. My spirits sank again. Mike was the only person
I really wanted to be with. Instead I was having coffee with an old man,
well 40ish and two sixth formers!
	We headed back to the main school building and I was shown to the school
secretary's office. Documentation time! HS called it. He wasn't too far
wrong either, but neither of them warned me about the physical! At my old
school, it was know as "cough and drop" or more accurately drop your
trousers and cough.
	As the doctor gently checked my balls out, his touch reminded me even more
of Mike and before I could say "boing" I had an erection! I have never been
so embarrassed in my life before! And it was a male doctor. He palmed me off
with the usual "it happens to lots of boys, don't worry about it" crap. It
didn't make me feel any better though.
	I eventually escaped the sanatorium and headed back to my room. What had
started out as a quiet morning was rapidly becoming a noisy afternoon. I
found the dining room and one pretty girl, well she looked about 18, who
showed me the ropes as I collected my lunch. We sat and talked as we ate
lunch. It transpired that she was the Master's daughter and she had been
asked to look after the waifs and strays, me. She also warned me to be
careful tonight. A new boy's first night meant initiation rights had to be
performed and that it was usually carried out for several boys at once.
However, I was the only one which meant all the sixth form would expect a
part in my initiation. She also warned me not to cry or it would result in a
repeat performance tomorrow night.
	We parted at the plate hatch. I was really nervous now. What sort of thing
did they do here to initiate the new boys? I got back to my room to discover
some rather large boxes had been delivered. I knew the markings on the boxes
from when Mike's PC had arrived. I opened then carefully and to my
astonishment it was a laptop! It had a docking station and a 17 inch screen
too! Ok, may be my father wasn't all bad! But it would take more than this
to get me to forgive him for separating Mike and I. Mind you though, it was
a good laptop!
	The afternoon passed quickly and very soon it was what is known as social
time. The school was still filing up with boys as they returned from the
short break. There were lots of people around now and I was being asked lots
of questions. Unfortunately, they were mostly the same questions asked by
numerous different people. "Who was I? What form was I in? Where was I
sleeping?" The last question caused most problems though. A third former
sleeping in a sixth form area was very unusual. I met one or two potential
friends, but on the whole they were a stand-offish bunch.
	Bed time soon came round and I became nervous. No one would tell me what
form the initiations here took. I guess I would just have to wait and see. I
climbed into bed wearing my PE shorts and underwear. I lay there for what
seemed like ages. The door opened quietly and the duty prefect looked in.
	"Are you ok?" He asked. He seemed genuinely interested.
	"Just a bit nervous." I replied.
	"Don't worry. It will be a bit embarrassing, but no-one will hurt you. Just
make sure you don't cry. OK?"
	"Thanks." I replied.
	"If you have any problems in the night, I am two doors down that way." The
prefect said as he pointed off to my right. "Good night."
	"Good night." The door closed as quietly as it had opened. I put plan "A"
into operation. Quickly and quietly I rearranged what little furniture I had
in my room so that anyone who came rushing in would firstly make a lot of
noise as they crashed into things and secondly would probably fall over.
With that I lay back in bed and waited.
	About an hour later, I was woken up by an almighty crash and someone
cursing. Oh well, at least the plan worked. I curled my knees up so my
thighs were against my chest. The bed covers flew off and a hand grabbed me
by the arm. As I was spun round I pushed out with my legs and made contact
with some ones chest. I hope they liked flying because that's exactly what
they did, right across the room and onto the spare bed. Several more pairs
of hands grabbed me and that was it. I couldn't move any more. My shorts and
underwear were almost ripped off and a large spongy ball was forced into my
mouth. I tried to struggle, but it was no use.
	I was half dragged, half carried down the corridor and out of the fire
escape. I shivered as the night air hit me. Someone laughed as I was man
handled down the steel stairs and forced to walk across the grass to the
hockey courts behind the sports centre. God it was cold! I was racked out on
the side of a hockey goal. The nets had been put away so they now had full
access to me.
	I saw the girl again. She walked slowly towards me. I could see her smile.
She grasped my nuts gently and played with them. Her touch was so soft and
gentle that it reminded me of Mike. Shit! I wished that I hadn't made that
connection as I was now sporting an erection. The group laughed as the girl
started to play with it. No. I thought to myself. NO. I did my best to
regain control.
	Everything stopped. I opened my eyes and there was an intense white flash.
Some bastard took a picture of me! I tried to yell out, but the sponge ball
completely filled my mouth and there was no way I could spit it out.
	"Get the paint." An older boy ordered. Before I had a chance to struggle,
there were about a dozen paint brushes busy daubing me with what I hoped was
water colours. Wherever a paint brush touched me, a colder patch appeared. I
could feel tears of emotional pain and embarrassment welling up inside me. I
fought hard to suppress them. No way did I want to go through all this
again. This lasted for nearly 20 minutes before most of the group dispersed,
but not before more pictures were taken.
	Finally, I was lead back towards the main building. As we were crossing the
grass. There was a shout. My heart thumped. "What now?" I asked myself. It
was the duty prefect. But the others had run away leaving me alone, naked
and covered with paint!
	"Oh God! They have gone too far this time." The prefect said. It was the
one I had met earlier. I tried to speak.
	"Hang on a minute. This might hurt a bit though." He said as he tried to
get the ball out of my mouth. My jaw cracked as he eased the ball out of my
mouth and a pain shot through the side of my face. My yell echoed around the
walls of the building and very soon one of the teachers came out to see what
the problem was.
	I grabbed my jaw and held it tight as yet more screams rent the night air.
The echoes made them sound quite chilling! Both the teacher and the duty
prefect were furious. They accepted a degree of pranks on a boy's first
night, but to strip him, paint him and leave him out in the cold was too
much. I was lead into the porter's lodge and wrapped in a blanket whilst the
prefect got me some clothes.
	I was driven to the sanatorium where the Doc' gave me a good going over
before sorting my jaw out, which had dislocated when the ball was removed
and dumping me in a hot bath with plenty of soap and instructions to clean
myself up.
	Scrub as I did, I was left with a pale wash of colour over almost all of my
body. My anger was now building and I wanted revenge! About half an hour
later, the Master arrived and quizzed me intently. Not that I could say very
much. He too was livid at what had been done and wanted to bring the
perpetrators to justice. I told him nothing! That was going to be my
pleasure, not his! I spent the night in the sanatorium before being released
for class the following day. All went well during the morning, but after
lunch I had to play sport which meant wearing shorts. Pale green legs
extended down from my shorts with light blue arms sticking out of my shirt
sleeves. I was a laughing stock! I had thought about my track suit, but that
wasn't allowed. I also discovered that normally, they only paint your dick
and balls which made me even angrier.
	By four thirty, I was at the hair trigger stage and ready to explode. As I
started walking back to my room, I met up with the prefect from last night.
He spoke softly and gently to me and told me his name was Tom. We chatted
all the way back and I invited him in for a while. As I opened my door,
there on the window opposite was a poster sized picture of me taken last
night complete with erection.
	"NO!" I yelled at the top of my voice and dived onto my bed crying hard
into the pillow. Tom took the picture down and dumped it in the bin for me.
He sat gently on the bed and started to massage the back of my neck and
shoulders. All I could think of at that time was Mike. My Mike.
	"Come on, let's get showered. I have some stuff that will get what's left
of the paint off." Tom said softly to me.
	Reluctantly, I stripped down to my shorts and followed him. For some
reason, I felt I could trust him, that we had something in common. We went
into his room and he closed the door behind us. Being a prefect, he had a
single room with en-suite. He stripped off and led me towards his shower.
	There not more than three feet away was a six feet tall young man. I
guessed he was about 17 with a strong athletic looking body. The surprising
bit was his tan. It was quite literally an all over tan! He had the most
gorgeous copper coloured hair I had ever seen. It was a shame his hair
further down didn't match.
	I slipped out of my shorts and he ushered me in. In the small cabinet on
the wall was a jelly-like hand cleanser and after wetting me down he started
to rub firmly and gently all over my body, well nearly all over. I felt a
stirring in my loins. True to form my dick had popped up to see what was
going on.
	"I can do that too for you if you want?" Tom asked. I nodded uncertainly.
His touch was almost as good as Mike's and with this cleaning stuff of his,
it was like being coated in K-Y all over. God it was erotic! His hands slid
over my body like ice glides over wet ice. As soon as he took hold of my
dick that was it. My legs turned to jelly and I shot everything I had. In
the process of cleaning me off, Tom too had become covered in this jelly
stuff and we rinsed off together. My mind was swimming with all of the
pleasure Tom had induced in me.
	"Edward." He said softly. "Can you do something for me?" I nodded yes. He
took his hand and used it to wrap mine around his seven solid inches. I
instinctively started to work my hand back and forth. His groans of pleasure
were the first I had heard since starting at this school. Once he had
relieved the pressure in his loins we finished showering and stepped out. I
dried off and returned to my room.
	There sat on the bed was the boy that I had pushed across the room last
night. He sat there grinning and looking at a later picture, one of me
covered in paint. I pounced and landed full on him. I wanted to beat all the
shit out of his head that was replacing his brains. HS and Dozer pulled me
off.
	"Woa! Take it steady Edward!" HS said. "You should show your House Captain
some respect!"
	"Bollocks! Respect has to be earned!" I yelled back at him as I continued
to struggle. The House Captain stood up.
	"You will learn respect and learn to take pranks like last night in your
stride or you will be nothing in this school!" The House Captain yelled back
at me. Unfortunately for him he got just a little too close and I firmly
planted my foot in his balls. He dropped like a ton of bricks gasping as he
went down. HS and Dozer left quickly. My follow up was equally as fast. I
grabbed him by the throat.
	"You will knock before you come in here again and I will see your position
as House Captain removed before the end of term!" I yelled at him. I pushed
his head back hard into the floor and it hit with a thud before HS, Dozer
and some of the other sixth formers dragged me off while some others led
their friend away. HS and Dozer left me closing the door behind them. I
curled up on my bed and cried. This place was worse than purgatory for me.
	I was woken up about an hour later by the house master. He told me to get
my act together and not be such a baby. Then told me off for not being in
prep.
	"Me! A baby! Christ! If there was some discipline in this dump then new
boys wouldn't be abused or worse! Call this a school!" I yelled back. This
only made matters worse for me. Not only was I in trouble with the House
Captain, the most powerful boy in the school, but I was now in trouble with
the staff too!
	I pushed past the house master totally ignoring him and headed for the
chapel. It was the only place in any public school that a boy was safe from
both masters and kids alike. I didn't know it, but the master saw me go in
and he sent along the prefect, Tom, to find out what was upsetting me.
	Tom just knelt by the side of me and prayed too! It caught me by surprise.
Normally we boys either didn't bother to pray, but sat there pretending or
when we did we kept a good distance between ourselves. When I got up to
leave, Tom came with me. Just outside the chapel, he stopped me and turned
me into the chapel gardens. We sat on a bench and talked.
	"Don't worry old man. Things will get better. Believe me." Tom started.
	"I know. It's just that this place is full of bullies and bigots. Not even
the staff seems to care!" I replied. I was close to tears again. All I
wanted was to escape and go and see Mike. The one person in my life that
would neither judge nor belittle me. I also wanted to warn him.
	"The staff care more than you know. They are as caught up in the traditions
of the school as we are. Yes, it is hard to start with, but once the others
know you can take it, they'll leave you alone." He paused. "You know you
have made a bad enemy of the house captain. Mind you it's the first time I
have seen him with tears in his eyes!" Tom laughed lightly. His laugh was
sort of infectious and made me smile.
	"That's better Edward. So tell me, what do you think needs to be done to
make things better here?"
	"You can start by abolishing those damn stupid initiation rituals."
	"I agree, but the master can only move so fast and his main consideration
has to be the academic life of the school." Tom replied. "If our academic
record is good people keep sending their sons here and the school
continues."
	"Crap! Regardless how good the schools academic record is, it won't last
long when boys demand to be moved to another school because their life is
hell out of the classroom. I certainly want out of here as soon as I can! I
don't give a shit how many strings my father has pulled to get me in. To me,
this is nothing short of prison! The older boys that should be setting a
good example are bullies and the staff don't give a shit!"
	"You had coffee with the Master yesterday. He was alright wasn't he." Tom
asked.
	"He was only trying to ingratiate himself with my father. How many other
new starters get coffee with the master on their first day? Go on answer me
that!" Tom couldn't and so proved my point. We separated a few minutes later
and unbeknown to me, he reported back to the master pretty well most of what
I had said. I returned to my room, locked the door and phoned father. I
spent ages trying to convince him he was wasting his money and in the end he
just hung up on me. The tears started to flow and this time, I felt they
would never end. All I could do now was warn Mike and make sure he didn't
suffer the same fate.
	Later that night, the nightmare started again. I was dragged through to the
fifth form showers, stripped and after being hit several times I was peed on
by the House Captain and his small band of followers.
	"Why?!" I yelled at the top of my voice. The only answer came from Tom. He
was my only friend in this place. Each time the sixth formers attacked me at
night he was there ready to pick up the pieces. I grew to like him very
much, but he wasn't my Mike.
	After one particularly horrific attack that left me bruised all around the
small of my back, bottom and thighs I decided enough was enough. I started
up my laptop and typed an e-mail to Mike.

	"My dearest Mike, This hell-hole is too much for me to bear. Every night
since I arrived here, I have been beaten up or humiliated badly. I can't
take much more of this and I am looking for a way out.
	All I really want is to be in your arms the way we used to be. To feel your
soft skin as it rubs against mine. Those strong arms as they hold me tight
making me feel safe and secure. God how I love and miss you! The smell of
your skin, the tender touch of your hands as they glide over my now bruised
and battered body.
	I long to be able to stroke your back and buttocks and feel the power of
you in my hand as you shoot everything have into my mouth. The felling of
you as you push into me whenever we make love.
	Don't be surprised if you don't hear from me for a few days, just remember
to expect the unexpected.
	All my Love, Ed."

	I sent the e-mail immediately remembering to clear out the sent mail box
before closing the laptop down and locking it away in my desk drawer. By 11
that night, I was out of the building and heading towards the main gate. I
was dressed in my casual sports gear having left everything to do with
school neatly laid out on my bed so that I couldn't be accused of taking
something that wasn't mine.
	I fought my way through the dense woodland and came across the railway
track. I hadn't heard the 11:35 train go past and knew I would have only a
short run to the station. I made it to the edge of the area lit by the
station lights, sat down and waited. I heard the train sound its horn as it
approached the station and prepared to run for it. I was cold and scared. It
hadn't rained yet, but it looked as though it was on the cards.
	I got on the train and settled in a corner seat in an almost empty
carriage. I bought a ticket from the conductor as he came round. He gave me
a funny look, but I didn't care. I was going to get off before I reached the
station I had a ticket for. The train rumbled and rattled as it went along
the track. The other two people in my carriage got off before I needed to so
the coast was clear.
	I left the train at a small deserted platform two or three stops before the
conductor expected me to. I hoped he hadn't seen me get off, but I couldn't
be sure. I hid in the shadows of the station building as the train left
before crossing the track. I walked past the edge of a housing estate before
climbing a fence and taking to the fields. I could see the dim outline of
farm buildings not to far off and headed toward them. My idea was to hide in
the barn over night and leave at last light on the next day.
	I scrambled up onto the top of the hay stacked in the barn and after
wrapping myself in as much hay as I could fell asleep with the wonderful
smell of fresh hay in my nostrils. The next thing I knew was the sound of
someone walking so near to me that I woke up. It was a young lad of may be
15 or 16. He hadn't seen me as he tossed bails of hay down to someone else.
Suddenly a shooting pain shot up through my left leg as he trod on it! I
stifled a yell, but it did no good. He had seen me.
	"Da'." He shouted out in a strange yokel accent.
	"Please." I begged. "Don't give me away. I haven't done any harm."
	"How many bales did you want?" He continued putting his finger up to his
lips signalling me to keep quiet.
	"Five in all. There are three here so two more will do us." Came a deep
voice from below.
	"Stay here and above all stay out of sight!" The young lad said quietly.
That was exactly what I did. I kept as still as I could, but I was cold and
starting to shiver. Around one o'clock, the lad reappeared.
	"You must be hungry. Here have this." He said passing me a some food
wrapped up in bread bag.
	"Thanks." I said. "I'm starving."
	"So who did you kill to have to hide like this?"
	"Kill? No-one. I just needed to get away from . ." I stopped where was I
running from. I couldn't very well say school and I had no reason to run
away from home. "It's an escape and evasion exercise for Cadets." I lied.
	"Sounds like fun. What Cadets are you part of?"
	"Oh, it's the school's Cadet Corps."
	"Not that snobby place way over yonder?" The lad asked waving his arm in
the general direction of the school.
	"It's not that bad. Is it really that obvious?"
	"Who else would play this sort of game in designer gear? No one round here
could afford to. It could get wrecked." There was a pause. "You look
frozen."
	"I am." I replied.
	"I spent all morning building a scarecrow in the north field. I used some
of my old clothes. Take `em, but mind you don't get caught or my Da' will go
potty."
	"Thanks." I said. "Here, take this." I said digging in my pocket and
handing him a ten pound note.
	"I can't take that. It would make my Da' suspicious. It's more than I see
in a month of Sundays."
	"It's all I have." I said double checking my pockets.
	"Boy! Where are ya?" Came a deep voiced yell from down in the farm yard.
	"Coming Da'." The boy yelled back. "You stay here until after dark or the
dog'll wind ya and that will be that. OK?"
	"Ok. And thanks." I said giving the lad a smile. He gave me a funny look
before going down the ladder and moving it away. I slept fitfully that
afternoon having buried myself deeper into the hay. When I awoke it was
dark. The lad had obviously been back because there was a sweater and some
more sandwiches by the side of me. I slipped the sweater on and grabbed the
sandwiches before carefully climbing down out of the hay.
	All was quiet so I headed off in the direction of the field where this
scarecrow thing was. I found the field without any problem, but in the
middle of it there was someone standing up. Very quietly and carefully, I
crept around the edge of the field. Whoever was in the middle certainly knew
how to stand still. They hadn't moved an inch. No-one can stand that still
for so long, I thought. I crept closer still unsure only to discover it was
the clothes the boy had told me about stuffed out with straw and stuff. Did
I feel a fool or what?
	Quickly I pulled the scarecrow apart and slipped into the clothes before
continuing across the fields to what looked like a road. I could see car
lights travelling along it. It seemed to take me ages to get to the road and
when I got there it was quite a busy road too. I started heading towards
Oxford trying to hitch a lift when ever a vehicle was heading in the right
direction. Eventually, a lorry driver stopped and asked me where I was
going. He wasn't going all the way, but could give me a lift as far as
Abingdon. This suited me fine and I climbed in. He was satisfied by the
escape and evasion story and didn't ask too many questions after that. An
hour later I was saying good-bye to him and watched him drive off.
	I guessed that school had raised the alarm now and had to be extra careful.
I was only 10 miles or so from home and knew that everyone would be on the
lookout for me. A couple of hours later saw me sneaking around the outskirts
of the village near my home. My primary objective now was to see Mike. I
crossed through back gardens jumping the walls and sneaking through those
big conifer things until I found myself in Mike's back garden. The house was
in total darkness.
	I peered in through his bedroom window. The clock by his bed said three
thirty. I looked around through the glass, but no Mike. Where the hell is
he? I thought, but no answers came to me. I was cold again and it was
starting to rain. My first idea was to hide in his shed, but that was no
good. I had done that once before and I thought it would be one of the first
places they would look. Then it struck me. Mike's camp. The one he took me
to last time I ran away.

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 Lord Vader for his help
proof reading the story and Trey and Lord Vader for stirring my grey matter
when it needed it. Thanks both of you.