Hey guys sorry that this one is so late. I've been in Mexico and my laptop wouldn't work right. But here's part three and I hop you like it.
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"Shit," I muttered when I realized who it was. My mother, looking tan and happy, stepped out of the car with the natural grace that is common nature among those bred into high society. My father got out next and was saying something to their driver as my mother flowed up the marble steps to me.
"Alexander how lovely to see you," she said in her tinkling voice as if she were greeting an old friend.
"Hello mother," I said just as happily as I leaned in to kiss her cheek.
"Hey Alex," said my father as he grabbed my hand and shook it. Of my parents I like my father best. He has this charm that makes you feel at ease immediately.
"Well Alexander, what do you think of the house that your father and I have choosen for you? You do realize that you are surrounded by movie stars and other rich people. Remember that even though they are not as wealthy as you they too deserve some small token of respect," said my mother in her condescending voice.
I feigned interest as we walked inside. As we were entering my father asked,
"Have you bought yourself a car yet, son?"
"Actually we did that before we came here. They're in the garage." I answered.
"What did you buy?" he asked me.
"Nothing much. A BMW X5, Lexus SC430, Jaguar RKX 7, Porsche Boxster, Mercedes CLK 320, and an Aston Martin V12 Vanquish," I answered.
"Good taste son," said my father smiling.
"Oh Alexander, did you really need to buy so many?" asked my mother.
"It's okay Kathryn, he's just a child," said my father, "Hey I'm hungry. Why don't we go to the Beverly Hills Hotel for dinner."
As we were eating dinner I said,
"How was Monte Carlo?"
"It was fabulous," answered my father.
"Yes it was fun. Oh Alexander, Mitzi, or umm...Baroness de Rothschild wants you to go with Pierre to Lech over the Christmas holidays. I told her you would love to go. You know it is high time you started to take your place in international society. Your cousin, Juliet, is engaged to that Umbro man from Italy. What's his name dear? You know that exiled crown prince," said my mother.
My father didn't hear her or ignored the question and went on eating. My mother looked at me and sighed.
"So mother, where are you and father off to next?" I asked not really wanting to hear the answer.
"We go to Deauville for the Polo season games," said my father.
"You should come with us Alexander," said my mother.
"I can't. I have to go to school. When do you guys leave?" I asked.
"Monday morning," answered my father.
"Oh," I said, not surprised.
"When does school start, Alexander?" asked my mother.
"Monday."
I woke up Monday morning and walked into my bathroom to take a shower. After I finished that I stood naked in front of my closet naked. I pulled on a pair of black Armani boxer briefs, Armani khakis, and a blue silk Armani short sleeve button-up shirt, which I left unbuttoned except for the three buttons. I walked into the kitchen for breakfast. Just as I was sitting down to eat, my parents rushed in left me the usual envelope full of cash, kissed me goodbye and left for the airport.
"Finish your breakfast and then get going," said Miss Barclay, "You don't want to be late."
I finished my breakfast, put the money in my wallet and grabbed the keys to the Lexus. I got in and started the engine and by the time I was pulling out of the gate I had set the radio controls and was listening to POD's "Youth of the Nation." I drove along until I pulled up to the gates of the school. They opened and a valet took my car once I had driven up to the school. I was greeted by the principal and she introduced me to Brendan Johnson. I looked at the young man standing next to her and gasped. The boy, wait, man, was a total hottie, and to top it off we were dressed exactly the same right down to our Gucci loafers. The principal was saying something about us having the same schedule so I wouldn't feel like I didn't know anyone. I thanked her and Brendan said,
"Well, lets get going, Alexander."
"Hey just call me Alex, man," I said laughing.
"That's cool," he said giving me this dead sexy grin.
We started walking down the hall and I said,
"What class do we have first?"
"American Government," said Brendan, "So I hear that you're from New York City."
"Yea. I really miss it though. I had to leave all my friends, my boyfriend..." I stopped realizing what I just said. I waited for the tirade to start but to my surprise none came. I turned to look at Brendan and he just looked at me and said,
"That's cool dude."
We walked on in silence until he said,
"So what do your parents do?"
"Do?" I asked confused.
"Yea, ya know, work. How do they make money?" he asked laughing.
"Nothing," I answered briefly.
It was his turn to be confused.
"What do you mean nothing?" he asked.
"Our family's money is all inherited. My great-grandfather was Cornelius Vanderbilt, my grandfather was his first born son, and my mother was his only child, so she got all the money that just sits in the bank and makes more money. My dad is one of the Rockefeller cousins so we have money from that coming in as well," I replied.
"Wow. I don't mean to be nosey but how much money do you guys have?" he asked.
"I don't know the exact figure but we are in the top five richest families in the United States," I answered.
"Whew," he said as we entered the classroom. My government teacher was Ms. La Vere. She totally kicked ass. Brendan and I talked most of the hour and got to know each other. I found out he had a younger brother and sister who were twins, his parents were divorced and his mom had remarried Michael Eisner, the disney guy. After the bell rang Brendan and I made our way to the Senior Commons, where we had study hall. I met several of his friends and immediately concluded that this was the popular group.
"Hey Alex, there's some people I want you to meet," said Brendan, "C'mere."
I walked over to where he was sitting and sat down next to him.
"Hey guys," said Brendan, "There's someone I want you all to meet."
They all turned to look at me.
"Guys, this is Alex," said Brendan.
"Hi," I said.
"Alex this is Erin," he said as he pointed to a tall, slender brunette with brown eyes.
"Hi-ya Alex," she said flashing me a friendly smile. I smiled back.
"That is Matt," said Brendan nodding at a built Tom Cruise look-a-like.
"What up, dawg?" said Matt.
"What up?" I said back laughing.
"Over there is Camille, Scarlette, and Belle," said Brendan pointing at three tan, blonde girls coming out of the bathroom and wearing the same outfit only in different colors.
"They're the fashion trio. It's a good thing you can dress or as soon as school was over, they would kidnap you and take you to the mall to buy you some decent clothes," said Brendan whispering in my ear, "And we wouldn't want that now would we?"
I didn't say anything and shivered in spite myself.
"Hello everyone," said the first blonde in blue, "Brendan, who's your friend? He's cute."
"Camille this is Alex. Alex this is Camille," said Brendan.
"Hey sexy-man," said Camille.
"Hey to you too," I answered her back.
"Alex this is Belle," said Brendan pointing to the next blonde in light green.
"She's a beauty," I said.
"And you're certainly no beast," she answered back laughing. We all laughed at this.
"Ahem," said the last blonde dressed in red.
"Why Miz Scahlette you look ahbsahloutely dahvine," I said in a Rhet Butler accent.
"Y'all don't look so bahd yahself," said Scarlette laughing.
"Those two arm-wrestling are Doug and Sebastian," said Brendan pointing at two identical looking people. They were both blonde and had brown eyes that were squinted in concentration. Their arms, if they said anything, hinted at two beautiful bodies under their clothes, "They do everything together."
"Are they brothers?" I asked.
"Hell no we ain't brothers," said one of them, "I'm Doug."
"And I'm Sebastian," said the other one. They did all this while still arm-wrestling.
"Nice to meet you," I said looking back at Brendan.
"That couple down there is Traci and Tyrone. They've been dating since Freshman year, but I think it's because Tyrone just likes the sex," said Brendan.
"Don't believe a word he said Alex," shot back Tyrone, "As for the sex that's the only reason she keeps me around."
"Well that and your money," said Traci, "Nice to meet you Alex."
"Likewise," I returned with a smile.
"And finally you have my ex, Colleen and my best friend since we were kids, Eric. They're brother and sister," said Brendan.
"Twins?" I asked.
"You betta believe it," said Eric looking at me suspiciously.
"Unfortunately is more like it," said Colleen, "So Alex, where ya from?"
"New York City." I answered and for the next half-hour I answered all their questions about me, well almost all.
"So do you have a girlfriend?" asked Camille, hope shining in her eyes.
"Sure don't," I answered back watching her hope grow.
"What about a boyfriend?" asked Eric.
When I didn't immediately answer they all turned and looked at me.
"No," I replied.
Immediately the bell rang and Brendan and I got up and he put his arm over my shoulder and said,
"It's okay dude. I know how you feel."
I turned to look at him, but out of the corner of my eye I saw Eric staring at us with this look of jealousy. I shook the thought from my mind.
"What class do we have next?" I asked Brendan trying to figure out what he meant by his earlier remark.
"We have College Algebra with old Mrs. O'Grady. She's ninety-five, and really wrinkly. But she's from New York, too, so she may be nice to you," said Brendan.
I was laughing as we entered the classroom. Mrs. O'Grady looked at me sharply and I immediately quieted down. After class we went to the cafeteria where lunch was catered Spago.
"Do they always do this?" I asked.
"What?" asked Camille sidling up next to me.
"Does Spago always cater lunch?" I asked.
"Yea. It gets kind of boring though. I bet it's a lot better than the lunch food you got back in NYC," she said.
"Actually, our lunches were catered by the Plaza and the Waldorf-Astoria," I replied.
"Oh," she said quieting down.
I sat down next to Camille, Scarlette, Traci, and Belle, waiting for Brendan to join me.
"Y'all nevah gonnah bahlieve what I'm ahbout to tell y'all," said Scarlette.
"What?" we asked anxiously.
"Eric and I were tahlkin' durin' Chem two ahnd he told me thaht he has tha biggest crush ohn Brendan. Cahn y'all bahlieve that?" asked Scarlette.
"No shit!!" said Traci.
"Thaht's what I said," said Scarlette.
I sat listening to their conversation with all my hope gone when Belle, noticing my expression leaned over and whispered,
"Don't worry, Alex, I think that you and Brendan would make a far better couple. Eric is a spoiled brat who always gets what he wants and I wouldn't mind seeing him green with envy."
"Yeah," said Camille, "I totally agree."
"Wait a minute guys," I said, "Are you all just assuming that I'm gay?"
"Well you are aren't you?" demanded Traci.
"Yea, but let's keep it between us," I said.
"I knew it!" said Scarlette, "Pay up Trahci!"
"What you guys had a bet on it?!?" I asked incredulously. Scarlette smiled and nodded when I heard,
"A bet on what?"
I turned to see Brendan with our lunches smiling down at me already knowing the answer.
"Whether or not Alex is gay," said Camille matter-of-factly as if they always discussed their friends's sexuality.
"Well I culd have told ya that one," sighed Brendan.
The rest of the gang had joined us and we had a good time. As we were leaving Eric walkedup to Brendan and me and said to Brendan ignoring me,
"Hey dawg! You wanna play some b-ball at my house after school?"
"Can't today man. I promised Alex I'd show him around the town. Ya know get him acquainted with everything," said Brendan.
"Oh...that's cool," said Eric glaring at me while Brendan was picking up something off the floor.
"Shit there's the bell," said Brendan and we ran off to our last class of the day, weights.
We made it into the locker room just as the late bell was ringing. Brendan lead me to a door where he knocked. A gruff "Come in" followed and we entered.
"Hey Coach! Whacha doin'" asked Brendan.
"Not much Johnson. What can I do for you?" said the Coach.
"Coach this is Alex Maxfield. He just moved here from New York City. Alex this is Coach Beemer," said Brendan as we shook hands.
"Nice to meet you, sir," I said shaking his hand. He had a firm grip but what else could I expect from a really hot gym teacher. He was probably twenty-five, around 6'3", probably weighed about 220 all solid muscle. He had light brown hair and soft brown eyes. He was also very married as I found out when I saw the ring on his finger.
"Hey just call me Coach, Maxfield," he said, "So do you play any sports?"
"Yea, I swim, run, paly tennis, lacrosse, polo, and soccer. But I like weightlifting and wrestling best," I answered.
"Good. How much do you bench, squat, and press?" he asked.
"Not much. I bench 275, I squat 540, and I press an even six," I answered.
"Not much! Hell that's better than what I do," said Brendan, "And I thought I was serioud about lifting."
"Don't worry. I'll bet you're better at wrestling," I said.
"Well I'm glad to see you like sports, however we don't have a polo team here," said Coach Beemer.
"That's okay I've already joined the Burbank Equestrian Club league. But I would like to try out for the other teams," I said.
"Good. Tryouts for the swim team don't start until next week. The rest come later on," said Coach, "But for right now you'll need a uniform. Only one problem. I am out of shirts. So you can take the shorts and wear them only or you can wait until I get you a shirt. It's up to you."
"I'll take the shorts and workout now," I said.
"Good. Here ya go. Brendan will be your partner," said Coach, "Now go get changed."
We went out into the locker room and Brendan pointed to a locker next to his and then said,
"What size jock do you wear?"
I turned and looked at him kind of funny and then said,
"Large."
Brendan lifted an eyebrow as if to say "I bet you do" then walked over to the shelf and grabbed a box. He tossed it to me and said,
"That is now yours. If you lose it you gotta pay five dollars for a new one."
"Okay," I said as I took off my shirt then opened the box and took out the jock. I looked over at Brendan and saw that he was bending over ot put on his own jock. That made me instantly spring a woody, so I turned my back to him and finished changing. When I turned back around Brendan was waiting for me. He looked at me and said,
"You sure can tell that you work out. I wish my body looked like yours."
"Please. You have a fabulous body. Trust me," I said smiling at him.
Instead of being disgusted he smiled back at me and said,
"Let's go before Coach jumps our shit."
Brendan walked out first and I found myself staring at his bubble butt. Once we entered the weightroom I quit watching his ass and began to get down to business. We did bench presses first. Brendan maxed out at 200 while I maxed at 300. We continued until the bell rang and then we went back into the locker room.
"Johnson! Maxfield! In here now," called Coach Beemer. We looked at each other and then went into the office.
"Yea Coach," I said.
"Johnson, Maxfield. I know the reason you were late today was because Johnson was showing you around, but I have a rule that if you're late you have to run 30 laps. As much as I don't want to make you guys do that I have to or I can be accused of playing favorites. But since you're new Alex, you'll both only have to run fifteen. Sound fair?" asked Coach.
"Yea, that sounds okay Coach," I said.
Brendan and I walked out to the track and ran our laps. When we were walking back in Coach Beemer met us in the doorway.
"I have to leave but go ahead and lock up when you're done with your showers."
"Sure thing Coach," said Brendan, "Should I use my key?"
"Yea. Hey don't forget to set the alarm," said Coach Beemer.
"Okay, Coach," said Brendan as he took off his shirt. Coach Beemer laughed and said,
"You guys have a good night."
I started walking to the locker room. When I got there I held the door open for Brendan, but he wasn't behind me. I shrugged and quickly took off all my clothes. I grabbed my towels and walked to the showers. I was just stepping under the warm spray when the lights went off.
"Shit," I muttered, then said aloud, "Brendan, you are not funny."
The lights in the shower cam back on and I turned my back to the doorway to finish my shower. I heard somebody come in and I figured it was Brendan. That's when I heard the voice at my ear and the hand on my cock.
"Do you know how fucking sexy you are?"
It was Brendan and he was standing right behind me. I felt his hard dick press up between my ass cheeks and his sexy arms wrapped around my waist.
"Brendan..." I moaned wrapping arms around his. I felt his lips against my neck and I rolled my head back onto his shoulder. Slowly I turned around to look in his eyes. I stood there staring at his face and he smiled. He leaned over to me and kissed me on the lips. I was even more surprised when I felt his tongue enter my mouth. We stood there in the shower when all of a sudden we heard,
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
Well guys that's the end of part three. Any suggestions? Feedback is always welcomed at lightningman02@yahoo.com.