Date: Mon, 15 Nov 1999 22:41:48 GMT
From: Tell R O'Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rich Kid part 8

WARNING:

	This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between boys of
similar ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal in your
locality, please leave now! The story and its associated characters are
entirely fictional and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is
purely coincidental.  Some parts of the story have been idealised.
	The author has copyrighted this story.  A single copy had been
placed in the Nifty Archive. Do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or
other web-sites without permission from the author.

The Rich Kid
Part 8 Repercussions

	With the door locked, Mike and I snuggled for a while before our
love and passion overtook our self-control.  We spent a long time kissing
and cuddling that night before I asked Mike to make love to me. He was very
nervous at first, but I managed to reassure him enough to try.
	There was no way I could make love to Mike, not yet, but that
wasn't going to stop us. Mike produced a tube of KY from behind the bottom
drawer of his desk and the fun began.
	We were laying side by side as my arms explored every inch of his
body being careful to avoid the one place I desperately wanted to go. I
could feel his excitement mounting as I stroked and caressed his back and
thighs. My excitement was mounting too as his now very slick fingers slid
in and out of me. I started to get him ready as my hand slid up and down
his pride and joy. Carefully I turned on to my front as Mike climbed on top
of me. Slowly we started and Mike began his journey into my very soul. It
wasn't long before I was rising up to meet him as he descended. My mind was
awash with every happy thought I had ever had, especially those that
involved Mike.
	His pace quickened and I knew it wouldn't be long before he would
be giving me what my heart desired, . I too was rapidly heading towards my
first climax of the evening. My mind was full of vibrant colours as I
watched my own personal firework display. How I loved the boy on my back! I
was 100% sure he was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life
with. All too soon the rail journey was over and soon it would be time to
return to reality.
	What a night! We both showered the following morning and met up
with Tom whilst there. It was now that Mike started to appreciate the Tom I
had met and combined with the revelations of the previous night I thought
we could all be very close friends.
	After we had showered, all three of us returned to Tom's
room. Initially, Mike and I just sat on the bed, but when Tom dropped his
towel to reveal a now glorious seven inches, I began to feel a little
uncomfortable. Mike was mesmerised by the great deep purple shiny beacon of
Tom's wand. Mike's head swayed and bobbed as Tom walked around the room. It
did look impressive, but not as beautiful as the smaller wand that gave me
so much pleasure the previous night!
	Tom sat on the corner of his desk, slowly sliding his hand up and
down his magic wand. Mike's eyes followed it as it swayed back and forth.
	"Do you want to help me with this Mike?" Tom asked softly. Mike's
answer was to crawl across the floor on his knees never once taking his
eyes off Tom's wand. Tom leant back on his desk supporting his upper body
with his elbows whilst his legs dangled over it's edge. Mike grasped the
wand with both hands. Starting off slowly, he slid his hands up the full
length before returning to the base. Mike never took his eyes off it for a
second. I was scared that Mike was going to sample the flavours of the
wand, but he never did despite Tom continually encouraging him to. Mike's
pace increased to keep pace with Tom's breathing.
	I stood up and walked to Tom's bathroom. Neither of them even
noticed me move. I returned a few moments later dropping my towel as I
crossed the room. I wasn't sure how I felt about what was going on, but
then again I couldn't say anything. After all, I had done something similar
with Tom too.
	I removed Mike's towel and slid his skin back. With a flick of my
tongue I had the response I wanted, a deep guttural groan from Mike. I
continued lapping and pretty soon was starting to reap the early rewards as
small droplets started to appear looking like early morning dew forming on
the head which were quickly gathered by my tongue. I knew Mike well enough
to know that he was almost ready, so with a change in position I consumed
him completely. Within seconds I was reaping my full reward just as fast as
I could. Tom passed the point of no return shortly afterwards with growl
and a really loud sigh. All three of us were startled by the door handle as
someone turned it and rattled the door.  Thank God it was locked!
	"Hey boner boy, have you got that book I wanted?" Came the voice
from the other side of the door.
	"Jesus! It's the House Captain!" I whispered hoarsely. Tom pointed
urgently towards his bathroom. Mike and I got his meaning instantly. Taking
our towels with us we ran quietly across the room and shut the door behind
us.
	Tom's bathroom was so quiet you could hear our hearts thumping. We
heard the muffled sound of a conversation going on in the next
room. "Wanker!" We heard shouted at Tom.  "You have a shower of your own
and still you insist on using the third formers shower. You pervert!" There
was the unmistakable sound of a punch landing in someone's stomach. I felt
so helpless, but to get caught here, dressed like this by him would have
been the end for all three of us. There was a thud as something heavy hit
the floor followed by a door slamming.
	Carefully I peered around the door. There lying in a doubled up
heap on the floor was Tom gasping for breath.  We helped him on to his bed
before he told us urgently to leave before the House Captain came
back. Reluctantly Mike and I left. We both felt extremely guilty about
leaving Tom in that state, but knew we had little choice.
	Back in our room, Mike and I dressed before heading down to
breakfast. We chatted discretely about last night and this morning. What
amazed me was Mike's openness about what I had watched him do to Tom. His
candour was quite astounding, he also told me he now understood why I had
turned to Tom when I needed someone to comfort me.  He too found it very
difficult to resist Tom's youthful charm despite him being 17 years old.
	By the end of breakfast, we had agreed that what had happened with
Tom and nearly getting caught meant we would have to be much more careful
and also that we must stay together and not get involved with anyone else.
	We finished breakfast and after returning our plates to the wash,
we headed back to our room. As we were walking past the dorm where most of
our class slept, an almighty ruckus broke out. Naturally we had to
investigate. It turned out one of the boys had a porno magazine and didn't
want to share it because "the dirty sods stuck the pages together". I could
understand his view point, but that didn't make him entirely in the
right. Mike just waded into the thick of it. He was quite a bit taller than
most of them and grabbed the magazine.
	"Hold it down you lot!" He shouted. There was an almost instant
hush. "Am I right when I say that some of you don't look after other
peoples things?"
	"Yea." Came a rather disgruntled answer.
	"Ok. If you want to borrow the magazine, you pay a deposit and if
it comes back in good condition you get your money back! Does that sound
reasonable?" There was a general air of agreement. Then came the 64 million
dollar question.
	"Why do you guys get to sleep on the sixth form floor and we have
to doss down here?" Asked one of the boys.
	"It's because they have real money and we don't." Came an answer
from another.
	"Actually, my family doesn't have money, not in the sense you
mean. My dad works for Edward's dad." Mike said. There were a few surprised
looks around the room.
	"It's because my old man is putting so much dosh into this place
that the school decided to show him some favouritism." I said.
	"Hey. Why don't we have a bunk party?" One lad suggested changing
the subject.
	"A what?" I asked giving Mike a puzzled look.
	"We go to your bunk, your room that is, for a party." The freckled
face lad explained with a very cheeky grin.
	"Yes. Yes." The others agreed. It looked very much like Mike and I
had no choice in the matter, so we reluctantly agreed.
	The gathering started at around eight that evening and was in full
swing when Tom came to see what all the noise was about. As he entered the
room, it went suddenly quiet. The only voice that could be heard was mine.
	"Hi Tom. Come to join the party?"
	"Well.Er.I should really break it up, but what the hell. It's
Saturday night."  There was an audible sigh from all of the lads. The music
started again, but the focal point was the Internet. Well, to be more
precise, the sites that the others were looking at on the
Internet. Needless to say, there were several pairs of trousers with bulges
in the front of them. Some of the boys were even trying to discretely rub
their bulges, but nothing much escaped Tom's eagle eye. I could tell that
as I watched the expressions on his face. At around 9:30, a cry of "boner
bash" went up. No one was really sure who said it, but Mike had his
suspicions that it was Tom.
	"What's a boner bash?" I asked just a little too loudly. Before I
had the chance to do anything I was pinned to the floor whilst our class
mates stripped me off. It was weird being undressed by so many, but quite
thrilling too.
	With just the right sort of stimulation, probably suggested by Tom
or Mike, I discovered what a boner was as the boys took it in turns to
bring me to a many-handed climax. Mike was next. He didn't let the side
down either as he let forth a fountain. After that, each boy took his turn
on the floor and was also brought to varying degrees of climax. Tom was
last. Nervously, our friends looked at him, uncertain whether to go for him
or what. It was my turn to act positively. I pounced on Tom and the rest
piled in after me. Needless to say there were a few comments from the other
boys as they discovered exactly what the Prefect kept hidden in his
trousers. Tom let out a few gasps of his own as the fountain of life sprang
forth.
	Not long afterwards, there was a group of boys all running naked
for the showers where the fun continued, but this was due to double the
number of boys as there were showers. Mike and I shared one of course and
started things going when we soaped each other all over. Tom also managed
to move from shower to shower, soaping up as many lads as he could lay his
hands on. Needless to say, there were more than a few orgasms experienced
between us all and mostly at another's hand. The tone for the night had
been set and all but a few participated in the nights extramural
activities.  Mike and I on the other hand stayed put in our room and
concentrated on each other. Neither of us really wanted to get involved
with any one else except each other. As I peered around, there were two
boys in each of the showers. I smiled as Mike took me in hand, something
that seemed to be going on in almost all of the other showers. All those
busy hands, each making some one else extremely happy.
	As we lay in the same bed, we shared our thoughts about what had
happened this week and the fun we had had together. Naturally, we were soon
sealed at the lips as our tongues tripped the light fantastic together. At
one point, Mike winced as I inadvertently started to ease my finger into
him. It scared the shit out of me. I thought I had hurt him badly.  Mike
explained that this was due to me not having used enough KY on my finger. I
soon sorted that out and took it much more carefully. You see, I was a
little nervous about making love to Mike, but was soon reassured when Mike
told me nervously to go ahead.
	Mike too was a little wary after his encounter with the carrot, but
as he told me later, this wasn't the same. The carrot was rammed in, not
lovingly teased in and Mike was willing this time too. With Mike on his
back and his knees either side of his chest I cautiously started running my
tongue around Mike's tunnel of love. It was a new experience for me, but
Mike was enjoying it and that was the main thing. Soon I started using my
fingers and then I went all the way.
	Mike didn't feel quite the same as I remembered him. He felt kind
of tense.  I'm not sure, but I think it was because he was still a little
tender. Mike was certainly enjoying himself though. This made me try even
harder to please him. My lips met his momentarily before I started kissing
around his neck and ears. I tried nibbling his ear lobes, maybe a little to
ambitiously at first, but I soon got the hang of it and my Mike was purring
like a kitten in no time at all.  Whether it was the speed I was going at
or the amount of care I was taking not to hurt him or even how hard I was
trying to please Mike I don't know, but we kept going for ages. It was
sheer bliss feeling my lover tight around me and he was really enjoying it
too. I could tell by the way he stroked and fondled my behind making no
effort to speed things up. Just totally content to allow us both to take
our time on this trip into euphoria together. I made sure we had both
experienced as much pleasure as possible. When the time was right I filled
him up to the brim with my love and passion. "God, please don't ever take
him away from me. Please." I whispered softly as I looked over Mike's
shoulder, through the window and towards the sky.
	Mike fell asleep with a contented smile on his face. We were still
joined together. Locked in each others arms.  Never have I been so happy as
I am now. "Thank you God for giving me such a perfect lover to share my
life with." Was the last thing that passed from my lips before kissing Mike
goodnight and sleep taking me.
	We awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and ready for a new
day. We had both moved around in the night and Mike was now lying by my
side, his arms wrapped around me in a tight hug. It took me a few moments
to realise where we were and what was going on. Still drowsy, I rolled onto
my back and Mike gently kissed my cheek. It's really great to wake up next
to someone your truly love.
	"Mike. I love you with all my soul." I told him very seriously.
	"And I love you too Ed'." Mike replied equally as seriously.
	We lay there for a few minutes longer before getting up and
slipping on some shorts prior to going for a shower.  As we passed our
classes' dorm, we looked in on them. They looked so peaceful, almost
angelic as they slept. It was then that we noticed a couple of empty
beds. Sure enough, there were two heads on one pillow, but where was the
other lad?  We gently woke the two boys that were in the same bed and
reminded them about getting caught. They separated with a knowing smile and
both went back to sleep in their own beds. Mike and I continued to the
showers.
	After showering, we headed back to our room. Mike had already gone
in when I noticed the freckle-faced lad leaving Tom's room. He was wearing
a really baggy pair of boxer shorts. I was sure they weren't his. He looked
totally worn out, almost as though he hadn't slept all night and had a
funny gait. I made it look as though I was just leaving our room and almost
bumped in to him.
	"What are you doing up here?" I asked him trying to sound surprised
to see him.
	"I.I.I was looking for you and Mike." The boy stammered as he tried
to find an excuse for being up here. He didn't sound very convincing.
	"So what did you want?" I asked him.
	"I wanted to thank you for the party last night." It was obvious
that he was really nervous.
	"Come in for a minute." I asked him. He followed me in and sat down
on the foot of Mike's bed. He looked really comical now with those damn
boxers showing off almost everything he was to keep hidden. I had a hard
time not laughing.
	"Look. I know where you have been all night, so don't try and hide
it." I sounded rather cold despite trying not to.
	"You do? How?" The lad asked as he turned a deep shade of red.
	"I saw you leaving Tom's room." The boy sighed as though he was
resigned to having the piss taken for a long time to come. "Don't worry. We
aren't going to say anything." I said as a broad smile escaped across my
face. It gave our game away too unfortunately.
	"You mean you two have. as well? With each other?" He sounded
surprised.
	"I.I." It was my turn to stammer and gave up on what I was going to
say. I realised it was too obvious to deny so I said nothing instead.
	"So what was it like with Tom?" Mike asked.
	"It was good once you got passed the painful bit where he's getting
in.  After that, it's awesome!" The boy suddenly went red again. Mike put
his arm around him and gave him a reassuring hug.
	"I know what you mean." Mike added.
	"What you did it with Edward this soon after.after what happened to
you?"
	"Sure why not. He's a perfect lover." It was my turn to blush this
time.
	"Mike." I said trying to get him to shut up. Apart from the fact he
was embarrassing me, the more other people knew about our business, the
more they could possibly use it against us.
	"So why is the House Captain so damn grumpy all the time, always
beating people up?" I asked the lad trying to change the subject.
	"He's always been a bit of a bully, but now, he's pissed off that
his girl has been sent away after what they did to Mike."
	"So she was the ringleader." I said thinking out loud.
	"You're not kidding. You should have see what she made HC do." The
lad replied.
	"HC? Who's that?"
	"HC, the House Captain. You'd have loved that." The boy started
laughing.  "She made him shave almost every day."
	"What's wrong with that?" I asked naively. I mean he is nearly 18.
	"I'm not talking about his face."
	"You mean his belly and his bits." I said as I started to
laugh. Mike blushed a little. I caught on why too as I remembered our
exploits with the razor just after we met.
	"Yea, and that's not all. You should see where she got him
tattooed." At this the lad creased up with laughter as he pointed to his
groin. Mike and I joined him until the tears ran from our eyes and our
sides hurt.
	Tom poked his head around the door to see what all the laughter was
about.  His face looked happy until he saw the freckle-faced lad rolling
around the bed with his boxers on and the lads bum poking out over the
waistband.
	"Who's been a naughty boy then?" I asked teasingly. Tom went bright
red!
	I gently took hold of the lump in the front of his jogging bottoms
and led him into the room. After closing the door, I made him sit next to
Mike and the other lad.
	"Now tell me all about it." I said in a sort of fatherly voice. Tom
mumbled his way through all that happened last night. It took me a while to
understand he had spent the night with the freckle faced lad. He described
how they had gently explored each others' bodies. The freckle faced lad
said that it made him feel that it was "good to be alive." He went on to
say how they had showered together and Tom had used his tub of the green
slimy stuff to make them slip and slide as they rubbed their bodies against
each other. It was then that Tom slid his fingers into his behind. Tom was
even redder by now.
	"It was after that when I fucked him." Tom had found his voice
again and said it coldly. "He was tighter than a ducks arse." He said
grinning. "Well after that we finished showering and I let him play
touchy-feely again. His hand were so soft, he really knew what he was doing
with them."
	The freckle faced lad smiled as he said "We fell asleep after
that."
	It was obvious that the freckle-faced lad was on the bottom all
night and I felt it was time for him to have some fun. I sent them both to
Tom's room with instructions not to come out until they were evens. The
freckle-faced lad grinned widely. Tom didn't look so sure.
	I didn't see either of them leave Tom's room. We did however meet
up at lunch. We sat together and talked about everything under the sun,
except the one thing Freckles, the freckle-faced lad, wanted to. It was
obvious they had both done as I told them, but the dinning room wasn't the
best place to discuss those matters.
	Mike and I stopped by the dorm on our way back to our room only to
find most of the lads were inspecting Freckles for any signs of damage. I
think they were just a horny bunch that was looking for any excuse to fool
around.  Well, when you get a bunch of boys together something is bound to
happen sooner or later. Freckles did however come over and thank me with a
hug for getting Tom to let him even the score. From what was said, I think
even Tom enjoyed himself. Mike and I spent the rest of the afternoon with
the guys from our class clowning around. We even persuaded them to come out
jogging with us. Yet another excuse for a shower.
	That night was quiet mainly because lessons would be restarting at
8:30 the following morning. Besides, HC was back and in just as foul a mood
as ever. Obviously, he's missing out on something. I could hazard a pretty
accurate guess on what too. All Mike and I wanted was to stay in and be
together.
	Monday morning started off in just the same way as any other, until
just after morning break that is. Both Mike and I were summoned to the
Master's office. Now, here, that always meant bad news. We stood quietly
outside his door and waited for what seemed like hours with no clues as to
why he wanted to see us.
	The door opened with a creak and the Master asked us to enter his
office.  We walked in nervously. The Master closed the door quietly behind
us and sat back down behind his desk. In another chair there was a lady. I
guessed she was around 40, smartly dressed and looked at Mike and I
carefully. You could almost say she was scrutinising us. For some reason I
developed the feeling that my flies were undone. Behind her was a well
dressed man of about the same age as the lady. The Master introduced them
as Mr and Mrs Thorne. We greeted them politely, Mike following my lead.
	It was now that we were to find out what we were summoned here
for. Mr and Mrs Thorne questioned us closely about recent events that
concerned their son, HC. Mike and I answered their questions as honestly
and succinctly as we could. I got the impression that they were fighting to
keep their son in school, but I may have been wrong.
	"In light of what has happened to both of you recently, Jones,
Sommerton-Thorne what action do you think should be taken?" We were
asked. This was a somewhat unusual way of dealing with a disciplinary
matter, but I guessed that it boiled down to keeping my father's money
rolling in to the place.  Both Mike and I weren't used to being asked our
opinion on matters such as this and we took a moment to consider our
answers.
	"Mr and Mrs Thorne, Sir. My initial impulse is expulsion, but in
light of HC's age I feel that it wouldn't help his future to change schools
now, so close to his mock exams." I paused for a moment. I felt like the
prosecution lawyer summing up at a great trial. "However, his actions
cannot go unpunished.  Master, I suggest that he have his House Captaincy
removed publicly along with all sixth form privileges until he has
completed his exams. After that he should be asked to leave the school. It
might also be an idea to move him out to one of the annexes so that he
doesn't feel everyone else is gloating." I took a few breaths just to relax
me. The Master looked at me in amazement. I am sure he was expecting me to
recommend expulsion. Mike was just as surprised as the Master.
	"What about you Jones? What do you feel should happen?" The Master
asked.  Mike paused for several seconds.
	"I agree with Sommerton-Thorne Sir." The Master was totally
shocked. The two people that he expected to recommend expulsion hadn't.
	"Thank you boys. You may leave now." The Master told us.
	"Sir, ma'am." Mike and I acknowledged before leaving the Master's
office.  Once outside Mike and I breathed more freely. Mike quizzed me
thoroughly about why I hadn't pushed for expulsion as he knew that was what
I really wanted. It took me a while to convince him that being brought down
to a lowly student from House Captain is bad enough, but having to see the
same faces every day and knowing that they know what has happened is
incredibly embarrassing. What a punishment, no sixth form privileges either
added insult to injury.
	My logic eventually dawned on Mike, but he still couldn't
understand the bit about HC's education. I eventually spelled it out as a
selling point to the Master and HC's parents. Quite cunning aren't I?
Besides, I promised him I would have his job taken away before the end of
term. With any luck, that was now accomplished.
	The rest of the day went exactly as expected and we heard nothing
further until Chapel the next morning when it was announced that HS,
Hamilton-Smythe would be taking over as House Captain. I breathed a sigh of
satisfaction knowing that justice had been done at least in part. All I
hoped now was that Thorne would be moving out to one of the Annexes. That
would make it more difficult for him to extract revenge from any of us in
School House.
	I thought I had done so well until I was chosen to play for my form
in a house rugby match. Why me? I am lousy at the game. I found out later
that the coach was Dozer. Oh no! He was renown as a real slave driver when
it came to his beloved rugby. Needless to say, by the end of the training
session I was completely done in.
	The remainder of term passed quickly, what with house rugby and a
variety of other tournaments that were taking place. One thing worried me
though. Every so often Mike, would disappear without saying a word. He
would never explain himself to me either. All he said was "trust me."
	My team made it to the finals and father came down to watch the
match. It was a real surprise for both me and the Master. It was all Mike's
doing, but was well worth it when we won the house trophy! Father was so
proud of me. It felt great!
	I also found out that Thorne had been blackmailing his lackeys to
do his dirty work. They could be mostly forgiven for that, but to see the
younger boys taking the piss out of Thorne on a daily basis was really
satisfying.  Naturally Mike and I were above that.
	On the Saturday morning after the end of term, the chauffeur came
to collect Mike and I to take us home for the Christmas break. We laughed
and sang all the way home. It wasn't until we got there and met Mike's
parents who were waiting with father that I found out why Mike had
disappeared some Sunday afternoons. His parents had come to visit and he
didn't want to upset me. You see, in our school, parents were actively
discouraged not to visit during your first term. It was all to do with home
sickness and the like. I could have brained him! But at the same time, I
really love that thoughtful streak in him.
	We didn't see much of each other for a couple of days. We both felt
that we needed some time with our parents.  Besides, it gave us time to buy
Christmas presents for each other. Having said that, we did spend an awful
lot of time on the phone though.
	The build up to Christmas was exciting with the usual round of
parties and things to which Mike had numerous invites of his own. He had
become quite a popular young man in my circles and not only with the girls.
	Both of our families spent Christmas together and traditionally
father and I hosted the staff party, but with Mike's help this year. It was
a real swinging party and afterwards, Mike and I got to sleep
together. Even his parents stopped over for the Christmas period.


I should point out that all of the events in the story are entirely
fictitious and although you may get the occasional sexual encounter in
British public schools, these are on the whole rare.

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, Christian and Marc for stirring my grey
matter when it needed it. Thanks to all of you.