Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2005 23:51:57 +1100 From: Adam Saunders <adamsaunders5@hotmail.com> Subject: The Rich Life - Part I THE RICH LIFE By: Adam Saunders DISCLAIMER: This contains sexually explicit scenes; so if that offends you don't read it. The author and/or Nifty are not responsible for those under eighteen (18) years of age reading this. This story is completely fictional, and any similarities to real life are purely coincidental. THE RICH LIFE is property of the author and should not be used without the author's permission. I sincerely hope you will enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is the first part of a series of stories. Any questions, comments or feedback should be directed to: adamsaunders5@hotmail.com THE RICH LIFE - Part I Adam opened his bedroom door and walked through to his bedroom. It was getting late, and his twelve-year-old body needed rest. He closed the door behind him and took off his shirt, admiring the reflection of his body in the full- length mirror hanging on the back of his door. His chest was sunken and had a little muscular definition to it, while his abdominal muscles were extremely well defined. This was mainly due to the large amounts of rock climbing he did every week with his father, which not only strengthened his midsection but his arms and legs as well, as he happily noticed when he took his pants off. He slipped his briefs off and reached for his boxer shorts, catching a glimpse of his hairless penis in the mirror before he pulled his boxer shorts up to his waist. He switched the light on in his en suite (he lived in a very large house with his very rich parents) and brushed his teeth. After spitting the toothpaste into the sink, he rinsed his mouth out and, turning the light off, jumped into his bed and crawled under the blanket. He lay there waiting for sleep to come. After a few minutes, his hand slowly made its way down to his groin, caressing his stomach along the way. He slowly rubbed his penis through the cloth of the boxer shorts, enjoying this strange feeling. A few moments later, he suddenly wondered what he was doing, and jerked his hand away, only to reposition it to once again massage his hardening member. He slipped his hand through the front of his boxer shorts and came into contact with the shaft of his boyish cock. He squirmed in his bed in slow motion as the pleasurable vibes of this new experience radiated through his body. Adam rubbed his hands up an down the shaft of his penis, then moved on to the head and started to play with the foreskin on his uncircumcised phallus. Gently pulling the foreskin back, he shuddered at the intense pleasure this movement gave him. He timidly felt around the head of his cock, squirming as he found new erogenous zones on his penis. He continued to poke, prod and massage his penis until a warm feeling rose up the shaft of his dick, and all the muscles in his groin tensed. Suddenly, panic overwhelmed Adam as the tiny amounts of semen started to flow out of the top of his cock. Not knowing what this liquid was, but not wanting to wet the bed, he pulled his foreskin over the head of his cock and pinched, stopping the "unknown" liquid from escaping. He threw the blanket off him and rushed to the toilet in his en suite, struggling to get there while the muscles in his groin were still pulsing and a feeling of dizziness that had just surfaced. He pulled the toilet seat up, and slammed it against the cistern, then let go of his foreskin. He watched with a mix of curiosity and fear as a few drops of some white, creamy liquid hit the water in the toilet, the rest spread around his retracted foreskin and the head of his penis. All through this observation process he supported his weight with his left hand, leaning on the cistern of the toilet. The feelings were so intense that Adam worried that he might fall down if he didn't support himself. When the pulsing subsided he grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper and started to clean the semen off his penis (although he didn't know what it was at that moment). He wiped some onto his index finger and held it up to his nose, sniffing it. He could smell something, but he didn't have a clue whether it was the liquid or something else. He thoroughly cleaned his soft dick and washed his hands. Walking back into his bedroom, he noticed a wet spot on his boxer shorts rubbing against his leg. He quickly stripped off his boxer shorts and threw them into the laundry basket where the rest of his dirty clothes from before were. He slid open a draw next to his bed and pulled out a fresh pair of boxers, and, after putting them on, climbed into his bed. He went over what had happened to him in the past twenty minutes or so, trying to find a logical reason for it. He remembered a book that his parents had bought for him, and retrieved it from his bookshelf. He turned his bedside lamp on and rolled over onto his side, and started to read it while propped up on his elbow. Adam had flicked through the book before when his parents had given it to him, but decided that he would much rather spend his time playing games than reading a book on "puberty". Flicking through the acknowledgments and reading the first page, he had a feeling that this book just might contain the answers that he was looking for. After about half an hour of reading he placed the book under his pillow and turned off his bedside lamp, falling to sleep with a smile on his face as his head hit the pillow. ---------- The next morning Adam was woken up by the sound of his alarm clock, set to his favourite radio station. He listened to it for a few minutes before begrudgingly crawling out of his bed and walking to his en suite to splash some cold water on his face to wake himself up. He walked back into his bedroom and opened his clothes cupboard, selecting a white school shirt and grey school pants and throwing them onto his bed. He closed the cupboard and walked to the drawers by his bed and, after retrieving a pair of socks inside one of the draws and a belt that he had left the day before on the top, threw the rest of his clothes on the bed. He stifled a yawn as he ambled to his shoe rack and retrieved a pair of black school shoes, which he placed on the floor near his bed. Having gathered all the clothes he needed for his day at school, he pulled his boxer shorts off and saw his penis in a way that he had never seen it before. There was no physical difference, but the mindset had changed. He spent a few seconds looking at its reflection in his mirror before he headed to his personal shower. He walked into the shower, switching the waterproof radio installed in the wall of tiles that covered the whole of the shower recess on. After closing the shower door, he pointed the showerhead towards the wall and, after attaining the right temperature, turned the head so the water splashed over his body. He stood under the water for a minute, letting the hot water soothe his muscles that were sore from rock climbing the day before. After that, he picked up the soap, and worked up a lather over his body, taking extra care around his groin. His cock grew hard with all this extra attention, and Adam spent a few minutes more in the shower waiting for his penis to soften. After he had washed, he opened the shower door and grabbed a towel off a hangar on the wall. He walked in front of the mirror above the basin and watched himself rub his hair dry, then the other parts of his body. Once he finished he donned his school uniform, then spent a few minutes with a handful of hair gel to style his hair into something that looked okay to him. On his way out of the bedroom, he remembered the book he had placed under his pillow the night before, so he quickly put the book in its stop on the bookshelf. Adam's mother and father were already in the dining room eating their breakfast. His father was flicking through the newspaper while his mother was trying to have a conversation with him. He replied to her with an occasional grunt, only looking up from his newspaper when he heard Adam walking into the room. "Morning, son," he said, turning back to the stock market prices. "Morning, dad," Adam cheerfully replied. His mother pointed towards a box of cereal, bottle of milk, bowl, and spoon on the table. "There's your breakfast." Adam nodded and sat down at the table. He picked up the box of cereal and started to pour it into the bowl. "Oh, by the way," said his mother, "I heard a bang last night, do you know what it was?" Adam stopped pouring the cereal as images of him reefing the toilet seat up as he ejaculated flooded back. "Oh, uh, I accidentally let the toilet lid slip, sorry if I woke you up." His mother, satisfied with the explanation that had been given went back to eating her breakfast. A moment later she started to speak again. "One more thing, Stewart called. He said that he's going to pick you up in the limousine this morning." Adam grinned. Stewart had been his friend since Kindergarten, and had often taken him to school in his father's limousine on the days that Stewart's father decided to stay home or go to work late. The driver was a good friend of the two boys, a person who had watched them grow up since they were small. As he ate his breakfast, Adam wondered how he would tell Stewart about the night before, or even if he would tell him. The two had no secrets between each other, but Adam was worried that his experience was a bit too private to share with his best friend. A car horn outside broke his thought. He hastily ate the rest of his breakfast and kissed his parents, before running out the front door. Outside was the limousine he was to be picked up in. Adam's thoughts raced through his head as he walked towards the car, trying to weigh the pros and cons of talking to Stewart about the night before. The driver was standing next to an open car door, and as Adam approached, greeted him. "Good morning, Master Saunders." "Morning, George," Adam replied as he climbed into the limousine. Stewart was inside watching the car television. As the driver shut the door, he turned to Adam with an excited look. "You'll never guess what happened last night!" he exclaimed. ---------- What happened last night? Stay tuned for part two of THE RICH LIFE. There's nothing better for an author than encouragement. 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