Date: Thu, 03 Feb 2005 15:05:29 +1100 From: Adam Saunders <adamsaunders5@hotmail.com> Subject: The Rich Life - Part 5 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. Any questions, comments or feedback should be directed to: adamsaunders5@hotmail.com THE RICH LIFE - Part 5 Adam was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He had sent off the text message to Stewart and was now awaiting a response. He needed to talk to someone, to tell someone about what had happened in the change room before. It was a secret that he shouldn't have to keep. He needed someone that he could trust enough not to tell anyone else, and Stewart was the only person in his life at the moment that he trusted that implicitly. He needed someone to tell him that it would all be okay, that he didn't have to worry. "What will I do?" he wondered. He thought about the power that he now had in his hands. All he had to do was tell a teacher, or the principal, about what had happened, what he had seen the captain and vice captain doing. Tears flowed from his eyes as the scenes in the change room flashed through his mind. He was upset and disgusted at the same time. "But what if I did tell someone what I saw?" he thought. "What would happen?" He lay there for a few moments while he thought about the consequences. The captain and vice captain would probably be expelled. Could he have that on his conscience? Was that worse than keeping this terrible secret to himself? What if no one believed his story? What if he told the principal, the teachers, and they all laughed at him and said he was deluded? What would happen if they told his parents about what he was trying to tell them? What would his parents say and do? He lay there for a while longer. No one would believe his story. The teachers wouldn't believe him. He, a lowly year seven student, thinks that he saw the captain and vice captain having sex? The captain and vice captain that had been trained and moulded through the six years of their time at the school? They would say he was crazy, that that type of behaviour was stamped out. They would say he was a disgrace to the institution, making up rumours that could seriously harm the school's reputation. "I'd probably be expelled," he murmured to himself. "Expelled for no particular reason, and everything would be hushed up." He checked his mobile phone to see if Stewart had messaged him back. "Has he got my message yet?" he wondered. "What if he has and he doesn't want to message me back?" "No," he thought. "That's crazy. Of course Stewart would message me back. What's wrong with me? I'm getting all these fanciful ideas just because I'm nervous." He crawled under the covers of his bed and hugged the mobile phone to his chest. He cried for a few minutes before finally falling into a fitful sleep. A few minutes later the mobile phone beeped in recognition of Stewart's response, but Adam didn't wake up. ---------- In the morning, Adam woke up and looked at his mobile phone. He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes to get them to focus properly and saw that Stewart had sent him a text message. He hastily opened the message and saw what it said: What about? Adam was about to send another text message back when he realised it would be easier to talk to Stewart later that day. Content that he was finally making progress, he got ready for school. At breakfast, Adam's mother told him that Stewart would be picking him up in his father's limousine. "Excellent," Adam thought, "I won't have to wait until the afternoon to talk to him in private." Adam heard the familiar beep of the limousine and rushed outside. George, the driver, was standing by one of the limousine's doors, as usual, and greeted Adam when he climbed in. "Good morning," he said. "Isn't it?" Adam replied, happy that he could finally confide in Stewart. George shut the door and walked around to the driver side of the car. Inside, Adam had already closed the partition between the driver and the passenger so George could not hear what he was about to tell Stewart. Stewart had waited impatiently as the partition had slowly closed, and when it finished, he asked Adam: "What? What was it that you needed to talk to me about?" "I, well, I was in the change rooms..." Adam started. "Yes..." said Stewart, urging him to continue. "And I saw, well, let me start again. Rowan asked me to join the soccer team." Stewart rolled his eyes. "Is that it? You told me that you were joining the soccer team yesterday." "No, it's what happened after our training session. I was late to the change room because the coach wanted to talk with me for a minute." As the limousine pulled out of the driveway, Adam continued to explain what he had seen and what had happened to him the day before. Stewart listened intently, even though he was shocked by what he was hearing. When Adam finished his story, he felt like a huge load had been taken off his shoulders. He waited for Stewart's response. Stewart sat silently for ten seconds or so before he finally spoke, slowly and deliberately. "Are you sure it was the captain and vice captain?" "Positive." "Well," said Stewart, composing his response. "I think it could have been a lot worse. Although you did choose a very bad time to sneeze." Adam laughed. Suddenly he felt happy. He didn't know how such a simple observation could bring such joy, and he didn't care. When he finished laughing, he asked Stewart another question. "Do you think I should tell anyone?" Stewart shook his head. "No way. No one would believe you anyway." "That's what I thought!" Adam exclaimed, happy that his views on the matter had been confirmed. It was at that particular moment that they arrived at the school. The boys didn't approach the subject again for the rest of the school day, partly because they didn't want to, and partly because there was nowhere they could talk in private without being overheard. Adam's joyous mood ceased once they went into the first period of the day, his boredom from the class being replaced with thoughts about what had happened in the change room. Stewart wasn't affected, because he hadn't experienced it first hand, although he did worry about his friend. ---------- It was at lunchtime that the captain cornered Adam in one of the corridors. Adam stared at his captain's badge while the captain was talking to him. "Hello again," the captain said. "Uh, hi," Adam said, trying to find an escape route or think of an excuse to get him out of this awkward situation. "I realise that we weren't properly introduced yesterday," said the captain with a smile. He held out his hand to Adam. "I'm Simon. And you are?" "Adam," he said, timidly shaking the captain's hand. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Adam. Maybe we will see more of each other in the future." All Adam could do was smile nervously as the captain walked away. "What is he doing?" he thought. "Is he trying to be my friend, after all that happened?" He continued walking through the schools corridors when he almost walked straight into the vice captain. "Great," he thought. "I'm really lucky today." The vice captain looked down at Adam and suddenly realised who he was. His face turned from one of ignorance to one of friendliness in less than a second. "Hey!" the vice captain said excitedly. "I remember you," he said with a wink and then holding out his hand, "I'm David, by the way." Adam went through the process that he had practiced with the captain, or Simon, he remembered, before. He took the vice captain's, or David's, as he had just learned, hand and shook it much more firmly than he had done with the captain. "I'm Adam." "Well, it's good to see you, Adam," he said, still smiling. Adam was almost transfixed by the vice captain's smile. It was the smile of a salesman. "Good to, uh, see you too." The vice captain's smile faded and he leaned closer to Adam. Grabbing Adam's hand with his free hand, he spoke in a softer tone. "If you ever need help, with schoolwork or anything, don't hesitate to ask." "O-Okay," Adam said, thrown off by this sudden change in the vice captain. The vice captain grabbed Adam's hands more firmly. "Promise me that you will tell me if you need any help, with anything," he said, emphasising the last word. "I promise," said Adam. "Good, good," said the vice captain, releasing his grip of Adam's hand. "Well then, I guess I'll see you when I see you," he said with a laugh before walking off. "I guess you will," Adam muttered under his breath. ---------- Later that day, Adam and Stewart were at Adam's house, in his bedroom. They were both sitting on the bed and Adam was relating to Stewart what had happened earlier that day. "And so he just came up to me and said, 'if you need help, with anything, don't hesitate to ask'," Adam said. "Hmm," said Stewart, "It sounds to me like they are trying to be your friends, so you won't tell anybody." "Well, what do I do?" Adam asked, although he thought Stewart wouldn't have any idea either. Stewart's eyes gleamed. "Isn't it obvious?" he said excitedly. "You have power over them now, you can make them do whatever you want!" Adam thought about this for a moment. "What, you mean like blackmail?" "Exactly!" "I don't think I could blackmail anybody," Adam said as he shook his head. Stewart shrugged. "Well, you don't have to blackmail them, but it would be a nice thing to keep in reserve I suppose." "I suppose I can," said Adam with a shrug. "I've just been so stressed at the moment..." Stewart edged across the bed towards Adam. "I can de-stress you, if you want," he said, pointing to Adam's pants. Adam looked down at his pants and saw a small tent formed by his hardened dick. "Not again," he thought. "Why does it always happen when I don't want it to?" He turned to Stewart and spoke: "That would be...good." He watched his friend stand up, lock the bedroom door and grab a towel from beside Adam's bed. Stewart looked once again at the small tent in Adam's pants. "Come on," he said, "you can't expect me to do all the work." Adam sat there for a few seconds before he realised that Stewart wanted him to take his pants off. He laughed and lowered his pants and briefs to down around his ankles, releasing his hard dick from its confinement. He looked down at the base of it and noticed a few hairs more than the last time he had bothered to look. He smiled at Stewart and almost sang, "Ready!" Stewart took Adam's dick in one hand and his balls in the other. He started to play with the head of his friend's dick and started to gently massage his friend's balls. Adam felt the sensation of pleasure start to slowly rise as Stewart continued to work on his hardness. He leaned back on his elbows and lapped up all the pleasures that were being given to him. As Adam got more into it, Stewart started to speed up his stroking. He was pleased to see the effect that his acceleration had on Adam, his friend's body jerking slightly. After a few minutes, Adam started to tighten up, his balls contracted and he shot his load onto his stomach. The most wondrous feelings swept through every muscle and nerve in his body as he felt his dick pulse. Adam collapsed on the bed and let out a contented sigh as the after effects of the orgasm started to dim. Stewart grabbed the towel and cleaned his friend, happy to see "a job well done". He was starting to enjoy this, seeing the pleasure that he could give to others. He knew the right spots to target, although he was sure that there were many places that he didn't yet know about. "That was so good, Stewart," Adam said, still half in a daze. "Both Adam and my brother like how I give them hand jobs," Stewart thought. "I must be doing something right." Adam had finally recovered and he pulled his pants back up to their former position. "Would you like me to give you a hand job?" he asked Stewart. Stewart shook his head. "Not right now. Make it an IOU." Stewart smiled as he realised he had two hand jobs "in the bank". "It's almost like running a business," he thought. ---------- What happens next? Stay tuned for part six of THE RICH LIFE. There's nothing better for an author than encouragement. So any questions, comments or feedback should be directed to: adamsaunders5@hotmail.com