Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2005 12:51:41 +1100
From: Adam Saunders <adamsaunders5@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Rich Life - Part 3

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 3

The sun streamed in through Adam's bedroom window and, combined with his
alarm clock, gently awakened him.  He swung his arms above his head and
stretched his whole body before letting all his muscles go limp.  After
listening to the radio alarm for a few minutes he realised his cock was hard
in his boxer shorts, pushing against the thin cotton fabric.  The throbbing
member reminded him of Stewart, and whether he was going to say anything
about his previous experience of masturbation (he had learned the technical
term after reading the book on puberty his parents gave him).  Adam turned
his head to look at the alarm clock, and seeing it was only six o'clock in
the morning decided to pleasure himself a bit before school.

Wrapping his hand around his cock he smiled sheepishly, still feeling
somewhat "naughty" to be jerking off.  With his free hand he awkwardly
pulled his boxer shorts down to his knees while pumping his cock with his
fist.  Having a free hand, and not being able to think of anything better to
do with it, he started to roll his testicles in his palm.  Unprepared for
the pleasure that streamed through his body, he let a moan escape from his
soft lips.  His eyes flickered shut, his back arched, and a dribble of cum
poured out of his cock.  He grunted as his orgasmed continued, although
nothing more spurted from the hole in his dick.  He relaxed on his bed,
letting the intense feelings wash through him.  Suddenly he realised that
the semen had dripped onto his flat stomach, and desperately tried to find
something to clean it up with.  He eventually shuffled across his bed until
he could reach an old shirt that was in the set of drawers and used it to
wipe the creamy cum off his cock, hand and stomach.

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The rest of the day passed without incident for the two boys.  Both Adam and
Stewart tried to talk to each other about their experiences, but the chance
didn't present itself.  There was either no time to talk about it or other
students were near them and would overhear their conversation.  At the end
of school, both boys left for their respective homes disappointed.

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It wasn't until a week later, when the two boys found themselves alone in
one of the many changing rooms in the school that they finally broached the
subject.  They had taken their time to arrive at the change room, and as
such, were still in there after all the other boys had left.  Adam stripped
off his shirt revealing his excellent stomach, as Stewart always noted with
a bit of jealousy whenever Adam was shirtless.  Stewart, while still having
a nice set of abdominal muscles from all the sport that he played, was still
relatively ordinary in comparison to his friend's abs.  A few of the other
boys had often asked Adam how he had got such wonderful abs, and Adam would
shrug and say: "I guess it must be all the rock climbing I do."

The two boys changed in silence, both of them trying to build the courage to
say what they had been wanting to say for over a week.  Eventually Stewart
spoke.  "I jerked off last week."

Adam felt all huge sense of relief.  Finally, the topic was out in the open.
  "I can finally tell Stewart what I've been wanting to tell him," he
thought.  Pulling his sport shirt over his head, he said, "I did too."

Stewart grinned.  "Well, that's a relief."

The two boys laughed, the feeling of awkwardness between them for the past
week and a half finally having dissipated.  "Did you cum?" Adam asked.

Stewart nodded.  "You?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."  There was a brief pause before Stewart again spoke.  "Feels good,
doesn't it?"

Adam nodded his head vigorously.

"If you think doing it yourself feels good, you're going to blow your mind
when someone else does it for you!"

"How do you know?"

Stewart shrugged, trying to act indifferent towards what he was about to
say.  "My brother gave me a hand job."

"What?" Adam exclaimed.  "Why?"

"I told him that I had jerked off, and he offered to give me one if I would
return the favour."  Stewart winked.  "I think he enjoyed it as much as I
did."  Stewart's brother was eighteen-years-old, and had finished school the
year before.

Adam suddenly saw an opportunity and leaped at it.  "Do you think you could
give me one?  A hand job, that is."

Stewart moved towards him.  "I'd thought you'd never ask."

"What are you doing?" said Adam, backing away from his friend.

Stewart looked surprised.  "Didn't you want me to give you a hand job?"

"Not now!" said Adam, panic showing on his face.  "What if someone comes in
and catches us?"

"No one's going to see us," Stewart said, rolling his eyes.

"Well, okay then..."

Stewart pointed to Adam's shorts.  "Look, you're already hard just thinking
about it.  Now then, roll your shirt up behind your head, we don't want to
get cum on it."

Adam did what his friend said, revealing his rippling abs.  Stewart told him
to lie on the floor with his back against the wall, and Adam spent a moment
or so getting himself comfortable.  Then Stewart pulled Adam's sport shorts
down, revealing his hard dick making a shape in his briefs.

"I'll do it on one condition," said Stewart.  "You give me a hand job when
I'm done with you."

Adam agreed and waited for Stewart to begin.  Stewart gently pulled Adam's
cock out of his briefs and held it in his hands, examining it.  Then he
started to rub his fingers on the head of his penis.  "Stewart was right,"
Adam thought.  "This is definitely better than by myself."  Adam moaned
softly as Stewart wrapped his hand around his dick.

"I see you're enjoying yourself," Stewart said.

Adam didn't respond, but leant his head against the wall and closed his
eyes; enjoying the pleasure that Stewart was giving him.  Stewart started to
stroke slowly at first, and then started to gain speed as time went on.  He
watched his friend squirm and moan in ecstasy as he reached his climax.
Adam gasped, his body jerked, and a few drops of cum landed on his stomach.
Stewart quickly got some toilet paper to clean Adam up.

When he had finished, he urged Adam to pull his shirt back down.  "Come on,
it's my turn now," said Stewart.

Adam stood up and just as he was pulling his shirt over his chest, Rowan,
one of their fellow seventh graders, burst into the room.

"What's taking you guys so long?  We're all waiting for you on the soccer
field."

Stewart responded.  "We're just leaving."

Rowan shrugged and ran out of the room, eager to get back to the field.

"Damn," said Stewart, "you'll just have to give me one later."  And with a
wink, he ran out of the change rooms, followed closely by Adam who was
finishing pulling his shirt down to cover his abs.

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Later that day, the two boys were riding in a car to Adam's house.  Adam
noticed that Stewart seemed agitated and fidgety.  He wondered if that was
because Stewart was eager to receive a hand job from Adam, and that in turn
made Adam agitated, who was worried whether he would be able to give a hand
job properly.  The car pulled into the driveway and the two boys got out,
running to the front door.  Just as they were about to knock, Adam's mother
opened the door.

"Hello, Mrs. Saunders," Stewart said.

"Hi, mum," said Adam at the same time.

The two boys ran past her before she got a chance to respond.  "Must be
eager to get to a video game," she thought before closing the door.

Adam raced into his bedroom with Stewart close behind, and when they entered
Stewart turned around and locked the door behind him.  "I've been waiting
for this all day," said Stewart eagerly.

"Where do you want to do it?" Adam asked, getting more nervous by the
second.

"I'll just lay with my back against your bed, I suppose."  Stewart stripped
his shirt and pants off, revealing his briefs and his hard penis inside
them.  He positioned himself and waited for Adam to start.

Adam went down on his knees and slowly pulled his friend's briefs down.
Stewart thrust his hips forward in anticipation.  Adam watched his friend's
cock jump out of his briefs and stand upright, and, swallowing his fears,
gingerly touched it.  He rubbed his fingers on the head of the penis as
Stewart had done to him in the locker room.

Stewart moaned and closed his eyes.  "Oh, that feels so good."

Adam, his confidence boosted by this confirmation, continued to play with
the head for a few minutes, before wrapping his hand around Stewarts
throbbing dick.  By now Stewart was resting his head on top of Adam's bed
and had his eyes closed.  He kept moaning softly, and urged Adam on.
"Faster, please, faster!"

Adam responded to his request and started to stroke faster.  He saw the
visible effect on Stewart who was now pumping his hips towards Adam's hand.

"I'm cumming!" Stewart said in an excited whisper.  Moments later, his whole
body jerked and a shot of cum flew out of his dick and landed just above his
belly button.  Another few drops of cum dribbled out of his hole.  Stewart
laid his head back against the bed and sighed contentedly.  "Oh, my god
Adam.  That felt so good."

Adam smiled, happy that he was able to "repay his debt".  He went into the
en suite and retrieved some sheets of toilet paper to clean Stewart up.  As
he was wiping the cum from around Stewart's dick, he noticed the few thick,
black hairs that were growing there.  "Hey," he said, "you've got lots of
hairs down there."

Stewart lifted his head off the bed and looked down at his crotch.  "I
suppose I do," he said.  "I'm sure you'll get some."

"I noticed one a few days ago," Adam replied, pulling his pants down and
eagerly showing Stewart the small hair that was near the base of his shaft.

Stewart nodded approvingly.  "Cool."  He put all his clothes back on and sat
on Adam's bed.

Adam, meanwhile, had been setting up his video game system, and handing a
controller to Stewart and keeping one for himself, said: "Are you ready to
get flogged?"

"You wish," Stewart replied.

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What happens next?  Stay tuned for part four of THE RICH LIFE.

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