I arrived at school on Monday, looking for Terry to see how he enjoyed the weekend. The school was a zoo. News crews set up along the front of the building. Terry saw me pull up and told me to follow him quickly. Into the gym's side door, we went into the bathroom and one of the stalls.
Before I asked anything, I locked my lips with him, pulling his body tight against mine. Our cocks are already hard and needy. Some guys walked in; Terry stood on the toilet seat, so it looked like only one person was in the stall.
"Did you see the newspaper?" one of the guys asked.
"Yeah, boy, Brad has faked us all. I thought his family had money, but the news said he is the fifth richest man in the world. To think, a school kid worth a billion."
They flushed the urinal and walked out. I lost my hard-on thinking of what to do.
"That's what I wanted to tell you," Terry said. "The news is trying to get everyone to talk about you, to comment on your wealth and how long they knew."
I forgot all about what we started doing and called my parents. After a conversation with them, I called my security detail to meet me at the school.
I looked at Terry and told him I was looking forward to the weekend, would call him later, and exited the principal's office. When the bell rang, everyone was told to report to the gym. I apologized to the press and told them I just wanted to be expected, so I never told anyone about my wealth and business interests.
I also let them know I had been working with the parents on the senior graduation trip, and in light of the media at the school today, I would need the senior class to sign a non-disclosure so they would have nothing to say. Everyone who signed was welcome on the trip, though I could not say what we were doing. The senior class parents each year planned the trip. They went to a waterpark, bowling, skating, or a fancy dinner in the past. I had something better planned but would not say until the morning after graduation when we would leave. Their parents would know since I needed to make sure everyone was packed, and if they were working, their bosses gave them the time off. I planned to pay for their lost wages since it would be a 5-day trip.
Since I had finished all my assignments for the year, the principal thought it best I stayed away from campus, to which I agreed.
My security team arrived; I gave one of the keys to my car to drive back into Seattle. They brought the limo so I could sit behind tinted windows. We headed back to my house to grab my clothes and other essential items I needed, like a computer, laptop, etc.
My parents came up that night to see how I was doing. My staff set up a press conference for Thursday at our game place downtown; they would rearrange the tables on the restaurant side.
I called Terry, and we talked about everything but the school day mess, and he let me know Kerry and Steve were looking forward to the weekend, which we moved up to Friday, a day earlier.
We talked on and off throughout the week, and he let me know the non-disclosure forms arrived Wednesday and need to be turned in on Friday. Some students said they would not sign; they would talk about anything they wanted. I thought, too bad.
The press conference was a wild affair. My publicity department handed it to me, and I just answered relatively easy questions. Then someone asked, the girls at your school said you didn't date. Are you Gay?
I thought about how to answer it and then surprised everyone when I said I was and if it was okay if a gay person had money and used it to benefit others.I talked about my investments, all in Seattle at the time, to make the city shine as it worked out of its financial difficulties like almost all the cities in the world were working through after Covid and the recession we were in. Still, nobody walked about, including the press.
I continued working in my office, looking forward to seeing Terry, Kerry, and Steve. We had been friends since junior high. Terry captivated my heart this past week with his concern for me.
Instead of having them meet me at a central location, we drove the limo to each of their homes. I went in and said hello to their parents. They commented on the press I was getting that week. They told me their son had come out, and they were happy with whatever lifestyle choice they made. I told them I was talking with their son about educational opportunities, housing, and money to go to the UW that they would let them know about when they returned home Sunday.
Returning to my home in Seattle, my chief had prepared a seafood feast set up in the dining room, the food on the buffet table. I ensured my staff was also served the same meal in the kitchen. Usually, they ate with me when I was home, but I wanted to talk with my friends tonight.
I asked Kerry and Steve if Terry had told them about our past weekend. I figured we were all friends, and he would have shared, but they said no, he had signed a non-disclosure.
I told them I had a list from the school of those who signed and didn't sign.
"Can I say something about that?" Steve asked. I motioned for him to go on, "We wanted to sign it with you; it would mean more to us as friends if we did." They both unfolded the form in their pocket and signed and handed it to me.
"That's a relief," I said. "Fix a plate, and I will tell you what I offered Terry, the same I will offer you."
As we ate, I told them of the housing offer while they went to school, hopefully for an MBA. They would have a job offer with my company when they graduated and a place to apprentice during the summers after they took a vacation. I would give them each a grand a month for necessities. There was no smoking or drinking on my property, they were invited to fundraisers held at the house, and I had a couple of cars in the garage they could use. That security was 24/7. Maid service was daily. And the chef prepared breakfast and dinner unless I gave him the day off, then we were on our own.
We toured the house; I showed them their rooms if they liked the deal and that they were welcome to express their sexuality in their rooms and elsewhere in the house so long as no one was visible unless it was one of us. Terry got up, went over to me, and began a long sensual kiss, and told them that was okay.