This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real places or persons is simply a coincidence. The following story will contain gay relationships and sex. If it is illegal for you to view this, or you are not of age, please stop here. This story is mine and mine alone, and therefore I retain all rights. This story is not to be copied or published without my express permission.
A Life of Privilege – By Chuck S
Chapter 1 – Money can only buy so much
In the rolling green hills of North Carolina there exists a home, if it could be called a home. The place in question can't be seen from the main road, but what can be seen is a wrought iron gate with elegant stone walls blocking a curving path lined with ornamental trees and shrubbery, the grass perfectly kept. A passerby may not have been able to see what lie at the end of the drive, but there was no question that someone of wealth owned the property.
If you were privileged enough to be allowed through the gates, you would follow the path nearly half a mile before coming to the main house. The house itself was nothing short of a mansion, but was designed to look like a colonial plantation home with large white columns in the front. The driveway formed a circle in front of the house, in the center of which was a large multi tiered fountain surrounded by beautiful flowers.
It was the fountain that Jonathan was staring out the window at, watching the water cascade down the tiers of the fountain, reflecting the rays of the sun in all directions. He wished that he could be outside, but instead he was stuck sitting at his desk, listening to his personal tutor lecture on only god knows what. Jonathan couldn't help but think back through the years all the time he spent in this very room learning about economics and business practices, learning the skills he would need to take over the family business.
Jonathan you see, was the son of wealthy business entrepreneur Jonathan Wells Sr. who had started his own company and grown it to a multibillion dollar enterprise that bought and sold various commodities across the globe. From the time he could read and write, Jonathan had been molded to be a successful businessman. He didn't have much of a childhood per say, and had no real friends. The only people close to his age he knew were merely acquaintances through associates of his father.
"Maybe that is enough for today. What do you say Jonathan," Ms. Adams his personal tutor asked. She had been watching as over the past half hour Jonathan had become distant and distracted. She watched as he turned to face her, his curly ear length fair hair illuminated by the sunlight streaming in through the window. She could even see reflections off the water in the fountain on his face as his emerald green eyes made contact with hers.
"My apologies Ms. Adams, I was lost in thought," Jonathan answered. "Shall I see you tomorrow?"
"Yes, I will see you then," Ms. Adams answered. She watched as he stood up. She had to admit that he was attractive at six feet tall with a slim lithe build, but she truly felt sorry for him. She thought back to when she was sixteen, without a care in the world, obsessed with boys, hardly concerned with going to college, let alone thinking about running a company as large as Mr. Wells'. What sixteen year old would say `My apologies' instead of some snide remark or an insincere sorry.
While Jonathan was brilliant when it came to book knowledge, polite as can be, he was lacking social skills that could only be acquired by interacting with other people. Ms. Adams knew that to be successful Jonathan needed to be more personable and would speak to Mr. Wells about a way to help him acquire said skills and maybe, just maybe make some friends along the way.
After being dismissed from tutoring, Jonathan decided he needed to relax and escape. For him, that meant swimming a few laps in the large swimming pool behind the house. When he was in the water, he felt at ease and could really think about things. He thought of his relationship with his father who more often than not was away on business, and who as a way to keep him happy had bought him just about anything he wanted, but he wasn't sure how money could fix the loneliness he was feeling. He rarely had the opportunity to watch tv, but when he did, he couldn't help but notice how people interacted with each other: smiling, laughing, joking. He couldn't remember the last time he had really laughed at something instead of politely pretending to be amused at one of his father's dinner parties where some other rich businessman had told a joke he didn't remotely understand.
He wasn't sure how long he had been swimming, but felt himself getting tired and decided he was through for the day. He climbed out of the pool where one of the hired staff was waiting with a folded towel as was routine for his life, maids to clean up after him, a butler who helped him arrange his clothes, a chauffeur to drive him everywhere, though he had convinced his father to allow him to get his driver's license and buy him a few nice cars that he rarely drove.
After a quick shower, Jonathan placed an order with the chef and read the day's edition of the Wall Street Journal while he waited for his dinner which arrived on a sterling silver platter and was placed in front of him by his butler. After dinner he headed for the media room where there was a large projection screen and a projector that had 3-D capability, where he played video games for a short while before heading to bed.
Once in his room, Jonathan stripped down to his boxers before climbing into his luxuriously soft king sized four poster bed. As he lay in bed, he once again thought of how lonely he was. Sure he wanted friends, but he wanted more than that. He wanted someone to be close to, someone to love who loved him back and wanted to spend every waking moment with him. He tried to imagine what kind of person he'd want to potentially spend the rest of his life with, and the image that entered his mind surprised him a bit.
All teenage boys are horny, and have someone or something they fantasize about, but for Jonathan it was different. Certainly he had studied biology and anatomy, and had noticed the changes in his body over the past few years. He had discovered masturbation by accident around the age of ten, and didn't know what it was even called until sometime later, but enjoyed it none the less. That aside, Jonathan had never truly been around peers his age, had never developed a crush on someone, had never been in a relationship. Eventually curiosity got the better of him and he had searched the internet and found pornography. What he found aroused him, and he would routinely stroke himself while watching various scenes.
Jonathan knew that love was meant to be between a man and a woman, but as he was thinking of whom he would want to spend the rest of his life with, he was surprised to find that he thought of not a girl, but another boy his age. Thinking back, he had always paid more attention to the men in the scenes he watched. It was with this imaginary teenager in his head that Jonathan slid his hand into his boxers and wrapped his fingers around his semi-hard erection and began slowly stroking up and down his shaft with a soft moan.
He wasn't quite sure what two males would do together sexually, but he knew he was attracted to other men more than women. He continued stroking himself, now at full mast and picking up speed, and all too soon he felt himself ready to climax. He threw back the covers and quickly grabbed some tissue from his bedside table and held them over the end of his dick as it began shooting large spurts of his semen while he let out another moan, this one not as soft as his earlier moan. After cleaning himself up, he turned over and tried to go to sleep. He was confused about his feelings and wasn't sure what they meant, but he would have to work them out in time as sleep overtook him.
Jonathan woke as his butler drew back the curtains in his room, allowing the bright sun to shine into the room. He squinted his eyes and turned away from the bright light which he felt had come too soon.
"Good morning young master Wells," the butler said. "Breakfast shall be served in the dining room in twenty minutes time. I have laid out a few selections of clothing for you to choose from for the day. May I do anything else for you sir?"
"Richard, must we do this every single morning? I'm certain you are aware I do not like being addressed as the Young Master Wells, as I have told you time and time again. You do after all spend more time with me than my own father, so please just Jonathan."
"Forgive me Sir. I will try to break the habit, but may require reminding in the future." Richard answered.
Jonathan's eyes had adjusted to the light in the room and he was able to see his long time butler Richard standing at the foot of his bed, dressed as he always was, in a simple black suit and tie. It was true that Richard had been his butler since the time he was born, and was likely the closest thing to a friend he had. Quickly stretching with a yawn, Jonathan drew back the covers and climbed out of bed, sliding his feet into his bedroom slippers before walking into his bathroom. Looking into the mirror he couldn't help but laugh at himself standing there in just his boxers. His long curly blonde hair was always a disaster in the mornings, it reminded him of the Amazonian rainforests, thick with interwoven vines that had no particular order and required a machete to navigate through, but he liked his hair. He quickly drained his bladder washed his hands and walked back into his bedroom to see the outfits that Richard had laid out for him.
Richard knew him well. Walking into his large walk in closet, he found three outfits for the day. The first was a jogging suit because every morning after a light breakfast he would go for a jog around the grounds of the estate. Second was his suit for the day, which today was a Navy blue blazer, light blue dress shirt, and khaki slacks with a blue and gold striped tie. The third outfit was a pair of black slacks and a darker blue dress shirt that he would likely wear to dinner after the rest of the day's business had been completed. Each outfit had all of the matching accessories with it such as shoes, belts, watches.
Jonathan quickly pulled on his jogging suit and running shoes and headed out the door of his bedroom without bothering to fix the jungle on his head at this point in the day. A couple minutes later, he sat down at the dining room table at which point a different butler brought out his breakfast: a bowl of granola cereal, a banana, an apple, and some apple juice to drink, and set it out in front of him, along with his IPad which had this morning's edition of the New York Times open on the screen. Jonathan perused the newspaper for interesting articles as he ate and read a couple of them before wiping his mouth and leaving everything on the table to be cleaned up.
Running through the grounds always seemed to wake his body up, and he enjoyed the sights and scents of nature. He could smell the grass that was trimmed almost every other day, the pine trees. He could feel the moisture in the air and see the dew on the grass in front of him. He could even see an occasional squirrel, and sometimes a deer. After running for a while he stopped for some water, which was handed to him by Richard who had been following him in a golf cart. Before long he had completed his run and returned to his bedroom to shower and get ready for the day.
The shower was custom marble with a full glass enclosure. There were several shower heads to choose from, all controlled with an electronic screen in the shower. The shower even had built in LED lighting that could change color to suit his mood. He began soaping himself up and loved the scent of his soap. After all, he had chosen it out of several hundred varieties from all over the globe. He loved this one because to him, it embodied the freshness of spring and left him feeling completely refreshed. Of course he had the matching shampoo and conditioner to go with it.
After climbing out of the shower and drying off, Jonathan brushed his teeth and put a small amount of gel into his hair to give it a bit of shine and to create some form of order. He walked into his closet once more and donned his suit for the day before heading to spend the day with Ms. Adams.
"Good morning Ms. Adams." Jonathan said as he walked in to the room to find his tutor sitting behind her desk. Ms. Adams was fairly young, and had only graduated from a prestigious college about a year prior. She wasn't unattractive, with wavy auburn hair, a curvy yet slim build, and a beautiful white smile.
"Good morning Jonathan. I trust you slept well?" She asked.
"Very well thank you."
"Good. Well, I spoke with your father yesterday afternoon about changing the curriculum a bit, and I know tomorrow is Saturday, but we will be taking a field trip so that you may gain some invaluable knowledge. For today, we will start with you showing me to your bedroom."
"Okay, follow me I suppose." Jonathan said before leading her to his bedroom. Ms. Adams had only been around Jonathan during class time, and had never seen him out of one of his suits. She had also never truly explored the house and was surprised just how large it was. Jonathan led her up the curved stairway in the foyer of the house to the second floor and down the hall to his bedroom. His bedroom was easily bigger than her entire apartment.
"Okay Jonathan, I want you to change into something casual so I can see what you will be wearing tomorrow." Ms. Adams said, with no idea of what his idea of casual would be. She watched as Jonathan walked into his closet. She could see his reflection in one of the mirrors in the closet, and watched as he removed his blazer, tie, shirt, and undershirt. She was truly surprised by the sight in front of her. She had always thought of Jonathan as more of a nerdy type, but she couldn't have been more wrong. He had a great body. He had a hairless chest with nicely defined pecs and small pinkish brown nipples. As she continued to scan his body she saw a decent six pack and a v cut that disappeared into the waistband of his designer boxers that was just visible above his pants.
She felt herself flush at the sight of his body, and couldn't help but to continue watching as he unfastened his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks before carefully removing them. She couldn't help but to think that he looked amazing, which would make what Mr. Wells had asked of her easier to do. She walked into the closet as Jonathan was pulling out the third outfit that Richard had put together for him.
"If that is your idea of casual, we have a lot of work to do." Ms. Adams said, causing Jonathan to jump as she startled him. "Wow, I never knew you had all of that under those suits of yours."
"Umm, well I like to swim, and run every morning." Jonathan said somewhat embarrassed. "This is the most causal clothing I have."
"Hmm, let me see." Ms. Adams said as she walked past him, making sure to brush against him as he stood in just his boxers. After seeing that he in fact had nothing but business casual she sighed. She would have her work cut out for her, but for now she had to do what the boss said, and as she walked past Jonathan, she pushed him up against the wall of the closet and pressed her lips to his and began kissing him. He wasn't really resisting, but wasn't exactly kissing her back either. She slid her hand down to the crotch of his boxers and began fondling his teenage cock which was rapidly growing under her touch, so she pulled it out through the fly of his boxers and began stroking him gently. She was surprised at his size, which was just under seven inches with a nice girth.
"Oh that feels really good," Jonathan said with a slight moan, enjoying the first time someone had touched his boner. "but I can't do this. It isn't you. You are really pretty, but I'm just confused right now."
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