Date: Sun, 05 Dec 1999 20:27:15 GMT
From: Tell R O'Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rich Kid part 9

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 9 Things Must Change

	The New Year came and went with even more parties. Mike and I went
down to the local railway station to meet Tom and Freckles who were going
to stay with us for a few days.
	It was a touching reunion and we all had a lot of gossip to catch
up on. As we returned home with our friends, Mike asked a question that set
all of us thinking, particularly me.
	"That bully Thorne, Ed', is he any relation to you?" My initial
thought was 'God I hope not', but it did start me thinking. When we got
home, Mike showed our guests to their rooms whilst I went and saw father. I
asked him about Mike's question and he said he would find out for me. It
was to trigger a discussion between father and I about all that had
happened since I started at that school. Mike and the others came to see
what was holding me up and they too got drawn into the discussion.
	We were there for over an hour before father let us go. I think we
opened his eyes a little too widely as we all found out later on. In the
meantime, our guests needed entertaining. The first priority was to show
them around the grounds. Naturally this we did using the quad bikes. It was
really good fun splashing our way through the mud and puddles and naturally
resulted in us all needing to get cleaned up.
	Mike and I were accustomed to stripping by the family door, but Tom
and Freckles needed a little encouragement before they too stripped
off. After that, it was a race for the bath. Naturally Mike and I got there
first. It was great! All four of us were in the same bathroom. Mike and I
had the bath while Tom and Freckles had the shower. However, we all ended
up in the bath. It was a little tight, but we were all good friends. It was
just as well as things were very intimate to say the least.
	After lunch we played table hockey against each other before
settling down to watch some videos.  Dinner that evening was formal, at
father's request. We all met in the library before dinner and for only the
second time that I could remember, we were allowed a sherry before the
meal.  Much to the surprise of all us boys, the Master had been invited
along with Mike's parents. It turned out to be an off-shoot of our
discussion that morning.
	The conversation throughout dinner was centred on school. It was
the last thing any of us boys wanted to discuss. Despite our best efforts
the subject always returned to school. I discovered that after what
happened to Mike, his parents didn't want him to return, but father
persuaded them that the incident had been severely dealt with and wouldn't
happen again to anyone.
	After dinner, we boys tried to escape the adults which resulted in
Mike and I being chastised in front of our guests for our poor display of
manners. We resigned ourselves to an evening of boredom. As it turned out,
when we were asked how we could improve life for everyone at school were
actually listened to. When I passed comment about them listening to our
ideas now as they had the agreement the Master and I made late last year I
was again publicly chastised. I did find out that things were actually
starting to happen, but with a school that size things took longer to
happen than we boys realised.  Around ten, we boys started yawning, all be
it discretely, and we were sent up to bed. This was basically what we hoped
for.
	Mike and I gave up trying to get near the basin to brush our teeth
as it was currently in use by Tom and Freckles. As we sat in our arm chairs
relaxing and talking about nothing in particular, Mike's mum walked in to
the room. She sat with us for a while before kissing Mike and hugging us
both good night.  What she didn't see was Freckles walking out of the
bathroom dressed in a tight pair of Y fronts and disappear again even
quicker. Well, that's what I thought, but as she left she called out
"Goodnight Freckles" as she passed the bathroom door. Mike and I creased up
with laughter as a now more appropriately dressed, red faced Freckles
re-entered the room.
	All four of us sat and chatted a while and as we relaxed, we grew
more intimate. Mike and I snuggled together as did Tom and Freckles. Mike
turned to face me and winked as a beaming smile spread across his
face. This puzzled me and I grew suspicious. I knew he had something in
mind, the question was what? We left the other two and cleaned our
teeth. It was now that Mike explained the initial part of his plan.
	Mike sat down in the armchair and calmly suggested that I take some
pictures of us so we had some memories to take away with us. This didn't
seem to bother the others too much, so I played along. Armed with the
digital camera, I took several photos of the others as they posed and
lounged around talking.  Suddenly, Mike grabbed Freckles and wrestled him
to the floor. I got some good pictures of that and pretty soon he was hog
tied. Luckily he took it as a bit of fun.
	It was a little more serious when Tom was pounced on. Mike forgot
about his superior strength and I was forced to get involved. It didn't
take long for us to bind Tom's wrists and after relieving him of his PJ
trousers, he was stuck in the study chair. I hoped Mike had forgotten about
that chair. After retying Tom's wrists, Mike took over the camera. Tom was
initially horrified that he was being photographed naked until Mike showed
him the pictures that had already been taken. He relaxed and started to
play along.
	Mike went into the bathroom, I guessed what was going to happen
next and moved Freckles onto the bed and covered his head with the
quilt. Moments later Tom was pleading for Mike to be careful with the
razor. He was and relieved Tom of all of his pubic hair before taking more
photos. Tom and Freckles were swapped over without either seeing the other
and Mike repeated the process.  What I hadn't counted on was him expecting
me to have the same thing done, especially as I had for the first time in
my life just started growing real body hair. However the threat of him
showing pictures of me from the last time we played this game convinced me
to co-operate. Only this time, Tom and Freckles were going to be watching!
	I resigned myself to being a little boy again and let Mike do what
he wanted. At first, I was a little uneasy knowing Tom and Freckles were
watching, but soon enough, my anxiety left me and I became quite
aroused. After Mike had taken some more pictures, I was able to release Tom
and we all retaliated by shaving the shaver too. Naturally he was
photographed afterwards. With all of us now released from our physical or
emotional bondage we stood there looking at each other. How different we
looked, especially Tom. I don't know why, but he looked even bigger than
before. It was now that the major surprise of the evening occurred. Tom was
gently stoking his body where hair used to be.
	"Hey. This feels so smooth and cool. I think I may just keep it
this way."  Tom said aloud. I think he was thinking more than saying it
judging by his red face. Freckles lifted Tom's hands away and replaced them
with his own.
	"Yea. You are so smooth. It's almost like stroking a baby's bum."
Well that was it. Before Freckles really knew what was going on he was
totally devoid of body hair from the neck down and was laying on a towel in
the bathroom as three pairs of hands gently stroked and tickled his smooth
hairless body. Naturally, Freckles found this quite a turn on and Tom
insisted on relieving his "sexual tension". He started off using his hand,
but soon resorted to sucking Freckles all the way to euphoria and
beyond. What neither of them noticed was Mike and the camera.
	After a little manoeuvring on Freckles' part, Tom too started on
his journey to Euphoria. Mike and I also wanted some fun, but decided our
fun was not for public viewing and after hiding the camera we retired to
bed, leaving Tom and Freckles frolicking on the bathroom floor.
	Mike and I snuggled close as our passion built. With our arms
wrapped around each other, hands exploring, we kissed and turned the lights
out. I climbed on top of Mike and started grinding my hips in to his, our
scaffold like poles sandwiched between us. We reached the point where Mike
was nearing an explosive climax and stopped me. With strong but gentle
hands, he rolled us over and brought my knees up so that they were now
beside my chest. I shuddered all over as his tongue swirled and teased its
way around me. Soon I felt the first of his fingers as it started to
explore. It found a magic spot and it was all I could do to stop myself
from screaming with pleasure as he worked on it. Another finger joined it
and finally the moment I couldn't wait for any longer, his fingers were
replaced by the one part of his body I had longed for since before
Christmas.
	His slow positive action sent tingles all over my body as he held
me in his arms and kissed me. I wrapped an arm around him to hold him tight
as I stroked and massaged those two great muscles at the base of his
back. He too started groaning as my finger slipped from sight. We carried
on like this for ages, we had no great urgency for relief, but a mounting
passion to please each other. We swapped roles several times before
swallowing each other as a final act of unity and draining the life force
from each other. We just lay there for a long time before Mike turned
round, laid his head on the pillow and kissed me.
	"I love you Ed'." He said so tenderly that I cried with
happiness. It took me several minutes to compose myself before I could
reply.
	"I love you too my darling." With that we drifted off to sleep in
each others arms.
	The following morning, I was gently woken up by someone shaking my
shoulder. I opened my eyes expecting to see Mike's face ready to kiss
me. It wasn't Mike. As my eyes sorted themselves out and focused properly I
was greeted by a freckly face looking at me very seriously.
	"Ed'. I need to talk. Please." Freckles said almost pleading. His
voice sounded desperate.
	"What time is it?" I responded.
	"Oh. Around 7:30."
	"Can't it wait until later?"
	"No. I need to talk to you in private. Please. Please Edward?"
	"Ok. Meet me in the hall in five minutes." I knew it would take me
that long to disentangle myself from Mike without waking him.
	I met Freckles a few minutes later and after we grabbed our fleeces
we headed off out the family door and walked around the outside of the
house. Whatever was worrying my friend seemed to be really important to
him, at least it had better be getting me up this time of the morning.
	"So what's up?" I asked. I sounded a little grumpy, I was, but that
was no excuse for bad manners.
	"You have to promise me that you won't laugh or anything first?"
Freckles asked me.
	"Sure." I replied.
	"No promise me!"
	"I promise." I said, my patience was running out rapidly by now.
	"I think I'm in love." Said a very serious, but nervous Freckles.
	"That's great. Who's the lucky girl?" I replied, but then it dawned
on me.  Neither of us had seen any girls recently.
	"Tom." Came a very quiet and nervous reply. I choked.
	"Tom? Tom?" I said now very confused. "You mean Tom the prefect,
asleep up stairs?"
	"You promised not to take the piss or anything."
	"Sorry, but it came as a bit of a shock. That's all."
	"Yes. Tom up stairs."
	"Oh. I see. So how can I help?" I asked now felling very serious as
the burden of responsibility descended on me.
	"I just need someone to talk to, someone who understands."
	"Why me?" I asked.
	"I trust you. Besides who else is there?"
	"Well there's Tom to start with. Have you told him how you feel?"
	"No not yet. I'm scared. Scared he'll laugh. You know what he's
like."
	"Yea. He can be a bit unpredictable at times. You do realise what
you have just admitted to me don't you?"
	"No, what?" Freckles asked with a puzzled expression.
	"You have just told me you're gay." I replied softly. Freckles
suddenly stopped walking and looked at me. His face was white.
	"No. Please NO!" He yelled. I heard the sound of running feet on
the gravel behind us. I turned my head and saw two security men running
towards us. I waved them off and watched them walk away. By now I had the
head of the boy on my shoulder and he was crying hard into it. I wrapped my
arms around Freckle's body as it shook with his sobs and hugged him tight.
	"Why me Ed'? Why me?" He cried.
	"I don't know." I replied. "It's just something you are born
with. You can neither change yourself nor be changed by someone else." He
was now experiencing something I too had been through, but I had Mike for
support. This poor little sod didn't really have anyone, so he turned to
me. We walked and talked for nearly an hour before we were called in for
breakfast. I ushered Freckles up the back stairs and into one of the guest
rooms so that he could clean-up and settle himself before facing the
questions the others were bound to ask like why we had spent an hour
walking round and round the house. I knew Mike would drop it on a
no-questions-asked basis if I asked him to, but Tom was not so obliging.
	As expected, Mike immediately dropped the questions when he saw the
expression on my face and helped distract Tom. How we made it through
breakfast I will never know.  Unfortunately, Mike had seen me hug Freckles
and this posed a few problems for me. I explained that Freckles and I had
had a personal chat and I didn't want to go in to it at the moment. Mike
accepted that, but was not so happy with my having to comfort a cutie like
Freckles in public as he so aptly put it. I was summoned to father's office
and had to explain the whole thing to him. At least I could trust him not
to tell anyone.
	I thought a lot about asking Tom how he felt about Freckles, but
decided against it in the end. I wasn't ready to get involved with someone
else's heartache not yet. It wasn't that long ago I had to deal with my
own. As it was all I wanted to do was snuggle up with Mike and that just at
the moment wasn't practical either. My conversation with Freckles earlier
on did tell me one thing and that was that he didn't think Mike and I were
gay. That heartened me a bit.
	All I had to do now was keep myself from falling in any of the
pitfalls and traps that lay before me. I knew it was dangerous to get
involved with someone else's feelings, but I couldn't let a friend down
either.  What the hell was I supposed to do?
	I was suddenly brought back from my musings by Tom of all people as
he pounced on me. He bowled me over the bed and we both hit the floor with
a thud. He was laughing, but I couldn't see the funny side of what he had
done. I scrambled free and dumped myself down in my armchair. No peace here
either.  Freckles knelt astride me and got stuck as his legs slipped down
either side of the cushion. With me trapped beneath him there was no way of
freeing either of us. He glanced around and wrapped his arms around me and
whispered "thank-you" in my ear before we set about the business of
releasing us both.
	We tried several methods, but ended up with me having to slide out
from beneath him. At one point I had a face full of his crotch. The
temptation almost proved too much for me, so I settled for a quick nip
making Freckles howl and the others fall around in fits of laughter.
Unfortunately, he lurched forward and I butted him one in the nuts. As he
doubled up he fell backwards taking the cushion and me with him.
	Needless to say we all had to check and make sure he was ok. Tom
took things too far as usual and insisted that he made sure Freckles nuts
were still working properly. It was then that Freckles chose to ask Tom the
one question that would have best been asked when they were alone.
	"Tom, do you love me?" Freckles asked. He sure did know how to be
subtle.
	"Nah. Your just great fun to be with." Came the answer that
devastated Freckles. His reaction was to immediately shove Tom away from
him and run out of the room crying his eyes out. I left Mike to look after
Tom whilst I tried to comfort Freckles. I failed miserably. An hour later
we waved good bye to him down at the railway station. I never felt more
like a failure than I did just then.  Tom went home the following morning
totally unaware of the reason that Freckles left in such a hurry.
	We all met up back at school two weeks later. The tension was
terrific whenever Freckles and Tom were anywhere near each other. It got to
the point where our classmates began to notice. I had to do something quick
or there would be real problems.
	I sat down with Mike and told him the whole story. He now knew what
a burden I was carrying and this time the old saying about a trouble shared
didn't really work. It only made another person miserable too.  In the end
Mike decided to tackle Tom with the problem whilst I talked to Freckles. I
got the worst end of the stick too. Not only was he upset about Tom not
fancying him, but he was also having trouble coming to terms with his
sexuality. No matter how much I wanted to tell him about Mike and I, I
couldn't. Mike and I had agreed not to tell anyone under any circumstances.
	About four weeks in to the term, Freckles was suddenly withdrawn
from school. We all sadly missed him in our form. He filled the role of
court jester perfectly and had us in fits of laughter on many occasions.
Tom barely noticed his absence which cause a rift to develop between him
and I. Poor old Mike ended up as piggy in the middle, well slightly to my
side of the middle even though I did occasionally think he wasn't
supporting me as best he could. Things came to a head one night when Tom
came in to our room after showering with the third formers again. He sat
down on the bed and started massaging himself.
	"What makes you think you can get away with doing that in here?" I
yelled at him. Mike was speechless.
	"You never complained before." Tom answered in shock.
	"That was before I found out that you were a heartless bastard that
just uses people!" I yelled.
	"W.what do you mean?" He was really taken aback now.
	"Freckles loved you and you just cast him aside like a dirty
towel!" I was really starting to boil now.  I had bottled up so much
emotion after my dealings with Freckles that I could no longer hold it
back. I stood there looking down at the bemused 17 year old, fists clenched
at my sides.
	"You really make me fucking sick. Someone should do something about
your 'showering' habits." I still had a good head of steam left in me, but
Mike grabbed me by the arm and threw me out into the corridor before I
started something I couldn't finish.
	The next thing I knew, I was in the gym beating six shades of crap
out of the punch bag unaware that the PE master was watching
me. Unfortunately, I was venting my anger at Tom verbally too.
	"Use your knuckles boy, not the flats of your fists." Came the
man's voice.  I was too far gone to react to his sudden presence. Some
twenty minutes later I collapsed on the floor in a heap of sweat and tears.
My anger was gone, but I now had a lot of explaining to do to a teacher.
Unfortunately, I wasn't thinking straight and blurted the whole lot out and
caused no end of trouble for Tom and one or two others that should have
said something about his 'showering habits'. Oh well, that send me back to
Coventry for a week or so. Life in a boarding school can be very lonely
when no one, not even your lover will talk to you. I did notice however
that none of the other forms used our showers after that and a higher
teacher presence was seen in the corridors at night.
	A few days later, I was summoned again to the Masters study. I was
let straight in this time and was greeted by Freckles' parents. They both
looked very solemn as I was handed a letter. It was in his hand writing. I
opened it nervously and started to read.

"Dear Ed',
	By the time you get this, I will have no more problems with Tom or
my sexuality as you put it. I wanted to thank you very much personally for
your kindness and support throughout all my problems, but especially with
him.
	You were my only true friend at school and now despite my feelings
of love and affection toward you, I must go and will never see you again.
	Lots of true and undying love,
		Freckles."

I looked at his parents. I was puzzled, why send me a letter and not phone
or something? There was something hidden in the letter that I hadn't yet
realised.
        "Unfortunately, our son was killed two nights ago. He was run over
whilst crossing the road. No one knows if what happened was an accident or
not, but he didn't feel any pain either way." Freckles' father told me. He
wouldn't elaborate any more than that. My heart missed a beat. HE couldn't
be dead, he couldn't be.
	"I'm sorry, very sorry." I said fighting hard to keep my composure,
but it was slipping. "I knew he was upset and did my best. I really thought
we were heading out of the wood too."
	 My knees buckled as the gentle trickle of tears from my eyes
turned into raging torrents and I wept uncontrollably. The letter was taken
from me and the Master read it. A look of horror swept across his face as
he read it before handing it to Freckles parents. Eventually it was passed
it back to me. The nurse entered and helped me out of the Master's office
and tried to comfort me as the full impact of what had happened to Freckles
began to really sink in. Tears poured from my eyes and gathered in great
puddles on the floor.
	My anger towards Tom was renewed tenfold this time. I vowed
vengeance for the loss of a dear friend. No punch bag was going to bear it
this time.  I had convinced myself that he was to blame for the accident or
whatever it was that had happened. I bided my time until later that evening
when the third formers were showering. As I saw Tom enter the room, I
swiftly turned the thermostat for the showers to cold, instantly the boys
all started leaving complaining about the lack of hot water. I returned the
thermostat to its normal position and waited for Tom to get into the
shower.
	Pivoting on my heel as he came close enough, my first punch landed
square on his nose. The impact was accompanied by a tremendous pain in my
right hand and the most frightening crunching, cracking sound. Blood
streamed down Tom's face as I hit him again, and again. I'd have kept going
too if Mike hadn't stopped me with a couple of the other sixth formers. He
had found the letter and reached the right conclusion. I was screaming and
shouting at Tom as I was dragged away. It wasn't until I was in the
corridor that the pain from my hand really started to kick in and I
collapsed in a heap on the floor, tears streaming from my eyes.
	Despite me being soaking wet, Mike wrapped his strong arms around
me and carried me back to our room. I knew nothing about the short journey
back to the room, my vision was totally blurred by my tears and the pain in
my hand was excruciating. Within an hour, I was down at the local hospital
being fixed up.  Mike dreamt up a good story as to how it happened and the
other sixth formers kept Tom quiet as the contents of the letter spread
around their common room.

	I should point out that all of the events in the story are entirely
fictitious and although there may be the occasional sexual encounter in
British public schools, they are on the whole rare. I would also like to
point out that no matter how bad the problem, suicide is NOT the answer.
There is always someone who can and will help.

	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.