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A Different Kind Of Fairytale

By: danielblue



The young prince was restless. It was the eve of his twenty first birthday, and in the morning he was due to be wed to Princess Clarissa. It was the last thing he wanted, but he knew that he had to do it in order to save his father's kingdom.

As he gazed at his handsome face in the mirror he wished that things could be different. His golden curls shone with good health as they cascaded about his shoulders. His jaw was firm and square, perfectly framing the full, sensuous, blood red lips. When the lips parted they revealed perfectly even and white teeth. Above the strong, straight nose his sad blue eyes gazed back at him.

Prince Charming cupped a hand around his royal package. It felt so good through his satin breeches. His cock was his best and constant friend. Life in the royal court could be so lonely; often times the castle seemed like a prison. As Prince Charming tugged on his cock it lengthened and thickened. Suddenly there came a rap on the door. Quick as a flash Prince Charming drew his cape around him.

'Enter.' he called out.

The door opened and a household servant entered. He bowed low.

'Speak.' Prince Charming commanded.

'His Majesty wishes and audience with you Sir.' the servant said.

What could the old man want now? Was it not enough that Prince Charming was going to marry to please his father? His bride was spotty and overweight and a thoroughly unpleasant person; Princess Cuntface, he called her behind her back.

'Ah, Prince Charming, come in.' his father cried out when he stood at the door of his father's private quarters.

'I believe you wish to see me, Sir.' Prince Charming said.

'Yes. I've been thinking....as you are doing me a favor by marrying Princess Clarissa I ought to do you one in return. On this the eve of your birthday, and of your wedding, I'm prepared to grant you anything that your heart desires.' the King said.

'Anything at all, father?' Prince Charming's hopes began to rise.

'Anything at all, except for a cancellation of your forth coming wedding.'

'In that case, Sir, I should like to have sex with a man.' replied Prince Charming.

'What!' spluttered his father. 'Have I heard you correctly?'

'You heard correctly, Sir. You said that I could have anything that my heart desires.'

'But you are to be married in the morning.' said the King.

'Would you rather I fuck a man after my wedding?' asked the prince.

'No, of course not. Who exactly do you have in mind for this abominable act that you so desire?' asked the King, realizing that it would be best to give the young man what he wanted.

'Frederick would do nicely.' replied the prince. There was a lascivious smile on his face now.

'But Frederick is a gardener, for goodness sake. Could you not at least have chosen a nobleman? I'm told that Earl Kinkyboots shares your tastes.'

'Only young Fred will do.' the prince stood his ground.

'Very well then.' said the King with a sigh.

The King rang a bell and a servant appeared.

'Fetch Frederick the gardener.' he commanded.

Frederick arrived, cap in hand. He was unshaven and still wore his rough woolen work clothes. He went down on his knees, worried that he had done something to upset the King. Only last week the game keeper was caught poaching and lost his head as punishment.

'My son desires carnal knowledge of you.' the King told him.

'Please, your Majesty, I don't understand you.' Frederick whispered.

'He wishes to fuck you.' the King said, more bluntly.

'Up the arse, Sir?' Frederick asked. His eyes seemed to light up.

'I should imagine so.' the King said. 'There will be a bonus of five years wages for you if you agree.'

Frederick started unbuttoning his trousers.

'Not in here man, in there.' the King said, indicating his private bedroom quarters with a nod.

A huge grin crossed Prince Charming's face as he took Frederick by the hand and led him into the King's luxuriously decorated bedroom. There was probably as much silk, satin and velvet in that room as there was in the whole kingdom.

'Father, tell the servants to bring hot water. We wish to bathe before we begin our night of bliss.' Prince Charming said.

The King fumed as he set about arranging this.

When the golden tub was full Prince Charming poured into it a selection of fragrant oils. Poor Frederick was unused to such luxury and stood in awe of it all. In fact he was unused to even taking a bath and consequently was a little whiffy. But Prince Charming had seen the pearl within the dull oyster shell and he would win his jewel from its clutches.

Very gently be began to undress Frederick. He marveled at the young gardener's strong shoulders and hairy chest. His nipples were two pink buds lost in a thicket of black hair that swirled all over the solid chest and down the flat stomach of this outdoors man. Prince Charming was happy to drop Frederick's stinky shirt and waistcoat onto the floor. Next he unbuckled Fred's belt and undid his trousers. He wore no underpants and soon a thick black bush came into view. As Prince Charming lowered the trousers further he caught his breath. A thick and long sausage of a cock hung over a good sized pair of hairy nuts. The man's solid thighs were covered in more dark fur. In haste Prince Charming spun him around, almost tripping him up, and marveled at the smooth, solid butt. He spread it with his fingers and saw the frosting of dark hair around a little pink hole. It was simply the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen and he knew that he would hold onto the memory of its puckered pink perfection for the rest of his life.

The prince's own nine inch cock was tenting his breeches. Its foreskin had long ago retracted and a wet spot appeared where the head rested against the expensive fabric. He stepped out of his clothes now and invited the gardener to join him in the tub.

Holding on to Fred's strong, muscular frame as he washed him down was pure magic. Fred, for his part, was enjoying being pampered, and by a member of the royal family at that. Imagine having a prince of the realm wash your butt. His friend's would never believe him.

Fred was soon hard, his cock jutting out of the soapy suds. Prince Charming sure knew how to make a man feel good. His hands roamed all over Fred's chest, tweaking his nipples, stroking his pecs, before sliding down to his cock. A firm hand tugged his cock this way and that. Another hand played with his warm balls. And to think he was being paid five year's wages for this.

Prince Charming instructed Fred to step out of the bath. He began to dry Fred with a towel of cotton so soft and downy that the poor man had never imagined could exist. Fred's throbbing hard cock stood at attention throughout. The vigorous rubbing just made him hornier and hornier. There was a smile on his handsome, rugged face now.

Prince Charming sat him down in the King's own seat and brushed Fred's teeth. Next he applied a touch of expensive cologne to the back of Fred's neck and behind his ears.

'Come and lie down, Fred.' Prince Charming said.

Fred was happy to oblige. He got onto the bed and pulled the Prince in to his arms. He had often noticed what a handsome man the Prince was turning into. But these were private thoughts that he had to keep to himself. Until now, that is.

'You're gorgeous, Your Highness'.

'Call me Charming. And you're beautiful yourself.' Prince Charming replied.

The two young men took each other's throbbing cocks into their hands as they gazed at each other. Fred sighed. It just felt so good to be doing this, with his Prince, and in such luxury. Prince Charming brought his delicious red lips up close to Fred's face. Fred knew what he wanted and parted his own lips. Soon their tongues were dueling with each other as they shared their first, furious kiss.

'Oh Fred.' Prince Charming sighed. 'Why do I have to get married?'

'It's your royal duty Sir.' Fred said, with all seriousness.

Prince Charming laughed at this charming creature. If anyone deserved the name Prince Charming it was Fred, the gardener, and not him. He pulled him close and they kissed once more. The Prince's hand left Fred's cock and started to roam up his strong back, feeling the muscles moving under the skin. His back and buttocks were surprisingly smooth for such a hairy man. Prince Charming let his hand rest on the solid mound of Fred's butt.

Fred moved over him, lost in lust, pinning the prince underneath his weight. Their cocks rubbed together, increasing the pleasure they both felt. Prince Charming's grip of Fred's butt grew more insistent as he slid his fingers into the heat of the lowly servant's hairy crack. His fingers teased the delicate pucker nestled deep between those powerful butt cheeks.

'Oh sir! Fred moaned.

'Lie down on your belly, Fred.' Prince Charming said urgently.

Fred lay down, as instructed. In a lust fuelled daze the Prince parted his cheeks and buried his tongue deep in Fred's arsehole.

'Sir, you're licking my arsehole!' Fred yelped, stating the obvious.

On the other side of the door the King turned purple with rage.

'Yes Fred, and I love it.' Prince Charming replied, before busying himself once more.

Fred thrashed around on the bed as his prince drove him crazy with delight. He opened his legs wide to allow the Prince full access. And now the Prince was doing something else to him, rubbing some cold cream into his hungry little hole. And it felt so good when the first finger entered him. He squeezed his sphincter muscles around the finger, eager to draw it in. But the Prince took his time, torturing poor Fred until finally he had to beg for what he really wanted.

The Prince's cock was at its fullest extent. It was a deep red color, there was just so much blood trapped in there. He lubricated the sensitive head and almost shot his load just from that. By thinking about Princess Cuntface he was able to calm down a little and enter Fred. The gardener sighed a long, happy sigh as Prince Charming's thick salami slid into him. Fred wriggled his hips, welcoming the cock that was about to pleasure him.

Prince Charming fucked slowly, ever so slowly. It almost drove Fred crazy. His breathing was ragged right from the start, every nerve in his body was alive and frenzied. As he fucked, Prince Charming whispered sweet nothings in Fred's ear, telling him that he was the sexiest man alive. Fred bucked back against his Prince, asking for, no - demanding -more cock. But still Prince Charming kept up his slow rhythm. They fit together like hand in glove. Delicious little noises escaped Fred's arsehole as the Prince gently fucked him. Finally Fred could stand no more.

'Fuck me, you dirty slut!' Fred screamed.

The King had to restrain himself from breaking down the door. But it was exactly what Prince Charming wanted to hear. He immediately switched gear, pistoning his way into Fred's very relaxed arsehole. The noises grew louder and sloppier. Still Prince Charming increased his thrusting, now and then pulling all the way out before plunging back in. Fred was being fucked to within an inch of his life and he was loving it. The Prince, for his part, was just a machine. And that machine blew a gasket. It could not go on. With a strangled cry the Prince shot his royal jism up the lowly gardener's arse.

As they lay together in the afterglow Prince Charming fed luxury chocolates to Fred. The you man's tired arsehole twitched as it came down from its high and he could feel the royal cock cream dribbling out of him. It was a delicious sensation and one that he would treasure as highly as the luxury, pampering and damn good rogering that he had had.

'Stay with me the night. Fred.' Prince Charming said. 

'Your wish is my command Your Royal Highness.' Fred replied, before cupping his hands around the royal jewels.

Daniel Blue

A Different Kind Of Fairytale Ch. 02



(this is the second part of the 'A Different Kind of Fairytale' story) 



Prince Charming sighed as Princess Clarissa started fondling his cock through his satin pajamas. The woman was insatiable. Three month after getting married she was not yet pregnant and she was getting desperate.

Already her family had started casting aspersions on Prince Charming's ability to perform, but that was not the problem. He had been obediently servicing her these three long months since the wedding and he wished nothing more than for her to get pregnant and leave him the hell alone. The Prince had made a pact with his father; up until now he had kept to his side of the bargain and as soon as his wife got pregnant the King would have to activate his promise. And that promise was that he would send his horsemen out with his most trusted servant and they were to find Frederick and bring him back to the palace. Poor broken-hearted Frederick had fled on the day of Prince Charming's wedding. The sight of that old bossy boot of a Princess at his man's side was too much to bear. 

As his wife stroked his cock Prince Charming thought about the lovely Fred and the warmth of his silken ass. How he would love to have him in bed right now and roger him senseless. He wished there was something he could do to his little swimmers to help them along. Suddenly an idea leapt into his brain and once there would not be dislodged.

'Give me a minute.' He told his wife.

He leapt out of bed and pulled on his velvet dressing gown. Rummaging through his jewelry box he found his least favorite trinket, which was still worth a year's wages to most of the servants. He ran down stairs and took a small jar from the kitchen. A gormless, spotty lad was in there peeling potatoes and Prince Charming decided that he would do. He fished the ring out of his pocket and held it in front of the lad's face and watched as his sleepy eyes widened in surprise.

'How would you like this ring?' Prince Charming asked.

'Are you serious, sir?' the lad asked,

'Absolutely. You do what I want and this ring is yours.' he said. 'You have to agree to my conditions though. You are to ask no questions, just do as I instruct; it will only take a few minutes. And, most importantly, you are to keep this to yourself. You are not to breathe a word of this to anyone.'

'I understand sire.' the lad answered.

How difficult could it be, he wondered. He had heard rumors about Prince Charming. Perhaps the horny bugger wanted to suck him off, thought the lad.

Prince Charming took the jar out of his pocket and told the lad to jerk off and shoot his cum into the jar.

'Go on lad.' Prince Charming chided. 'Remember, if you want the ring you've got to do exactly as I say.'

The poor lad was dumbstruck. His thought processes were not very quick and he had just about reconciled himself to getting sucked off, but this request was most odd. Still, with the proceeds from the sale of the ring he could buy his own farm. He whipped his cheesy cock out and quickly worked it into a hard on.

'That's it, lad. Shoot that spunk!' Prince Charming voice broke with excitement.

How he wished that he had had more time to extract the precious nectar from this gormless lad. He would have loved to have stroked and kissed that cock and get it to the point of explosion. The lad's fingers flew over his thin cock and fear of getting caught mingled with the excitement of jerking off for a prince, and the satisfaction of being rewarded so handsomely.

'Hurry lad, get that fuckin' spunk right into the jar.' Prince Charming whispered.

It was all too much for the kitchen lad. His knees buckled as thick ropes of spunk blasted out of his cock. The first one landed on Prince Charming's hand while the rest hit the target.

'Sorry sir, I didn't mean to soil your hand.' The lad said.

To his astonishment the Prince licked the spunk off his hand and then handed the lad the ring.

'Is this really mine sir?'

'Absolutely. Just remember to keep to your side of the bargain. In fact, why don't you pack your bags? Come and see me just before lunch. I'll give you money enough to make a new start, and a glowing reference.'

Wow. This just got better and better. And Prince Charming, having decided to pay the lad off, decided to get his money's worth. He took the kitchen lad's spent cock into his mouth and cleaned it off.

The prince hurried back to the bedroom and put the jar on the floor close to the bed. Once more Prince Clarissa tried to arouse him and this time it worked a treat. Memories of spotty lad's thin cock and his tasty spunk got him throbbing in no time. Now he quickly reached down and poured the spunk into his hand and then coated his hard cock with it and entered his wife. He was so turned on by his devious deed that he fucked really, really well. So good, in fact, that for once she was satisfied and walked around all day with this incredible glow on her face. And looking at her, the prince knew; he just knew that the goofy lad's potent spunk had knocked her up.

When the lad came to see him Prince Charming could not resist increasing his offer.

He took three gold coins and put them on the table and watched the lad's eyes come alive with greed. Looking at the coins the lad realized that not only could he buy a farm but cows, sheep, ducks and geese too. He was rich beyond his wildest dreams. But now the prince took another three gold coins and put them on the other side of the table.

'These three coins are what I promised you.' The prince told him. 'And these other three coins are yours if you do something for me.'

'Yes, sir?' the lad asked expectantly.

'I want you to fuck me in the arse.' Prince Charming told him.

'But what about the Princess?' asked the lad.

'She is occupied elsewhere in the castle. It will only take up ten minutes of your time, judging by how quickly you blow.'

The lad grinned.

'I accept the challenge sire.' he said.

Prince Charming locked the door and dropped his breeches. The lad quickly did the same and thinking about his fiancée back home he quickly popped a boner and stepped up to the royal bumhole. He was surprised at how quickly and easily his cock slid into the royal arse but he realized that the prince had already lubricated himself. Grabbing hold of the prince's hips the kitchen lad pumped for all he was worth. And that hot little hole, that gripped his cock so tight, was like nothing he had ever experienced before. With one eye on the gold on the table he set about giving the prince a right royal bonking. He huffed and puffed and he thrust and stuffed and he knew he was doing something right because the sounds that emanated from Prince Charming's throat were driven by lust and he could tell that he was jerking off. And together they reached the pinnacle and were flung into the exquisitely empty space of orgasm.

The well pleased lad just about sprinted away from the castle. One minute he had been peeling a mountain of potatoes and now here he was with a fabulous ring and six cold coins in his pocket. And a glowing reference signed by the prince himself, the very prince whose arse he had pumped full of spunk. Oh, it was a crazy world! That simple country lad decided he was very glad that a spot of craziness had touched his life. It was enough to last a lifetime but it would set him up for life too. He almost wished that the prince had offered him extra gold coins to be fucked; judging by the way the prince was jerking that cock of his, and the sounds he was making, the royal arse was experiencing a whole heap of pleasure.

Meantime in his family's hovel Frederick was struggling to survive. He cursed that fact that he had been so hasty in giving up his job at the palace but his jealousy had been unbearable. One night of passion with Prince Charming had been enough for him to fall completely and utterly in love. Since returning to his homeland he had found a few lads who didn't mind a romp in the hay. To these lusty lads a hole was a hole and as few girls ever put out before their wedding night lads like Frederick had their uses. But it was love that Frederick wanted: sweet, tender love; oh, and being fed chocolates by a prince wasn't half bad either.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside. He could hear voices and dogs barking and then the sound of his father's booming voice.

'The king! The King!' his father shouted as he flung open the door. 'The King has sent for you!'

'Are you sure?' Frederick asked.

'Come see for yourself.' His father said. 'Oh, we shall have wages again and beer enough to wash down a poor man's bread.'

Ignoring his father's greed Frederick hurried outside to see that these were indeed members of the King's household staff. The King's learned servant read him a decree that Frederick should be found and returned to the royal palace where he was to employed as Prince Charming's personal servant. Frederick' asshole twitched. His prince had sent for him! Fred quickly tied up his few meager belongings and set off with the King's servants. He was sitting behind one of the beefy horsemen and holding on tight and decided there and then that if Prince Charming could have two lovers so could he.

That evening the party stopped at an inn where they had a meal the likes of which Fred had not seen for close on six months. Oh, how he had missed it. He listened to all the palace gossip, the most important of which was that the princess was pregnant. Fred felt a little downhearted when he heard that but the horseman, to whom he had been clinging all afternoon, patted his knee and he felt a lot better. He felt light headed with beer and was pleased when the party decided to call it a night. He had hardly settled in his bed when there was a light knock on the door. Fred opened it to reveal the horseman clad only in his nightshirt!

'Tell me if I'm wrong,' the handsome horseman said 'but I think I've got something that you want.'

Fred reached out and fondled the man's heavy equipment through the thin cotton.

'You had better come in.' he said.

As soon as they were back in bed the big man wrapped his arms around Fred and kissed the back of his neck. The young man shivered in anticipation as his large cock sprang up underneath his nightshirt.

'What a good day this has been,' the horseman said 'having a pretty lad clutching onto me all afternoon long and now here you are in my arms at last.'

'Mmmm the luck is all mine, having you big broad back to lean against all day, and I like the feel of that thick cock rubbing against me. now' Fred told him.

'You do know, don't you, that this will be our first and only fuck?' the horseman said.

'Why so?' Frederick asked.

'Oh come now, lad.' The big guy chuckled. 'We all know what being Prince Charming's personal servant means, don't we. You are to become his private bum boy. And I have a very stout, and jealous, wife so I don't think it would be worth my life trying to have you again.'

'That's a shame.' Fred said as he turned to face his handsome conquest.' You will have to make it up to me by giving me your very best fuck.'

'Oh me lusty lad, I will, I will.'

And now their lips met for the first time and all thoughts of Prince Charming flew out of the window as Fred surrendered to a man's needs. Those big, strong hands lifted his nightshirt and caressed his firm butt cheeks. Fred's needs grew ever stronger and he reached down a lifted the horseman's nightshirt too and quickly found the object of his desiring. His right hand closed around that thick, warm cock. It felt rock solid under very loose skin and Fred realized that the head was still fully enclosed in foreskin even though the big buy had a massive throbber. He needed this cock, had to have it, and now he reluctantly broke off the kiss and slid down the bed.

The scent of a man's crotch filled his nostrils and almost triggered his orgasm. It was unlike anything on earth and all the bath oils and perfumes in the world could not compete with the pure, unadulterated scent of sex. Fred threw back the covers and whipped off his nightshirt and made his lover divest his too. Now Fred buried his nose in his hunk's fat, furry balls and inhaled once more his heady scent before taking each one, in turn, into mouth and licking them like they were the most delicious morsel on earth.

'Oh fuck...' the big man moaned 'nobody has ever done that to me before.'

Hearing the hunger and pleasure in his lover's voice made Fred want to do even better. He licked up the fat shaft until he came to the guarded jewel and slowly forced the foreskin back with his tongue. He was rewarded with the tangy juices of a fully skinned man; this was beyond ambrosia and for a moment Fred even forgot his own name as he nursed on that fat, juicy cockhead. And as he licked and slobbered his hands alternated playing over the hunk's flat, furry stomach and teasing his fully laden balls. Fred just knew that there was a massive load stored up in those orbs and he was determined to milk every last drop out of them.

But the young lad was too good; never had the hunky horseman been taken care of this way and he was dangerously close to exploding. He pulled Fred up for another kiss and felt the pleasure of their two hard cocks crushed up against each other and their chest hair intermingling. As he kissed the horseman stroked Fred's back, feeling the muscles dance under the smooth skin. And now he dipped lower, onto those firm globes of fuckflesh. There was something about this young man that really turned him on; he was so masculine to look at and yet so accommodating, so needy, that he was almost feminine in his appeal. The big guy wanted to hold him, and protect him and to pleasure him until he trembled and switched back into masculine mode: he wanted to hear that horny groan and see that thick pool of creamy spunk. Damn, there was something about young Fred that almost made the horseman want to turn over onto his belly!

Fortunately Fred's need was greater than his own and once more he slid down the horseman's body and fastened his mouth to his rigid cock and coated it with the only lubrication he had available to him. Unless...unless... it was worth a try. Getting off the horseman Fred turned to face his feet and lowered his mouth onto that juicy cock again. Almost instantly the horseman's hot tongue darted into Fred's hungry bumhole. Fred knew then that this was going to be one special night. The minutes flew by with each pleasuring the other in the most intimate way and now Fred was ready. He turned around once more and impaled himself on that fat cock, gritting his teeth against the pain as he did so.

'Oh lad, you're so tight!' the horseman groaned.

Fred squirmed around on that rigid pole, trying to adjust to its massive girth. And then, at last, the pain eased as his lover started to gently stroke. They soon found their rhythm, working in perfect harmony for the ultimate goal. In the warm candle lit glow the handsome horseman looked like someone straight out of a fairytale; this was the dashing prince or the valiant hero, only instead of getting his girl he was filling Fred to perfection. The hunk's eyes were closed and the look on his face told Fred that he was in ecstasy; Fred's arsehole was very relaxed now and he was starting to feel the pleasure that he knew would be his if only he endured. The feel of the big man's hands on his hips made him feel really special somehow and the gentleness of his stroking touched a tender spot in Fred's heart. If life was fair he would have a man like this all to himself.

On and on the horseman fucked. And now Fred's body was totally consumed by their mating. Each stroke triggered another mini wave of ecstasy that rushed through him, crashing against the previous wave. His own cock had reawakened and Fred stroked it now, feeling the delicious tingle in his precum slicked cockhead as he drew the foreskin back and forth. Oh to be fucked like this forever! It felt as if the big man's cock had somehow travelled up inside his own, intensifying its responses and whipping it up into a state of frenzy. He was close, so desperately close and as he looked down he could tell by the horseman's furrowed brow that he was close too. And when a low rumble gurgled out of the big guy's throat Fred knew it was safe to let go. 

He bucked like a frisky colt on that pounding, spit-slick cock and felt the full intensity of his orgasm grip him as his eyes screwed shut and his balls exploded sending out a spew of hot spunk onto the big man's furry chest. As the hot cum splattered on his chest, and the smell of fresh jizz filled his nostrils, the horseman cried out and plunged in deep. His cry turned first to a groan, and then a whimper as his fat balls released their heavy load deep into Fred's happy assguts. 

'Will you stay the night with me?' asked Fred.

'There is no way I'm going to leave this bed until morning, even if you wanted me to.' The horseman replied. 

Daniel Blue



A Different Kind Of Fairytale Ch. 03



Prince Charming was worried. It had already been over a week since the King's men had gone out looking for Frederick. What if he could not be found? Perhaps he had moved on to a distant land or, worse yet, had found another lover.

The prince could not wait to have Frederick back in his arms again and to cover his beautiful body in kisses and lay him down in sheets of satin and make sweet, tender love to him. It had been far too long since he had known the delights of a man's body: his last encounter had been with the spotty kitchen lad whom he was sure had been responsible for Princess Clarissa becoming pregnant. It had been worth parting with his gold ring and six gold coins for that result because ever since she had become pregnant Princess Clarissa had lost interest in sex and that suited Prince Charming just fine. She had even moved into her own bedroom and that meant that once Frederick came back it would be pretty easy to sneak him into his bedroom for a quick tryst. Oh, just the thought of Frederick's big, fat cock jutting out of that massive bush made him hard.

But right now there was no time to jerk off. He had been invited to a ball that evening at a nobleman's house and he had to get ready. Princess Clarissa had declined the invitation and the thought of a night off, alone, really turned the prince on. He asked his manservant to fetch his finest robes and run him a bath. As he lay in the luxuriantly scented waters the prince thought about his lover and once more his cock rose up, this time like the periscope of a yet to be invented submarine. Once more he had to resist the urge to tug on it; he knew that Earl Kinkyboots was going to be at the ball and although Prince Charming did not find him at all attractive the idea of being in the presence of another man that liked cock was very exciting. And if necessary, well yes he would let the earl slobber over his knob. 

It was hard for him to believe that just six months ago he had thought himself all alone in his tastes and desires. Oh, he knew that men could be bought: show them the gold and they would turn a blind eye to the fact that it was a man sucking their cock. Even Frederick had been bought but somehow he was different; he had showed the prince real affection and hadn't even collected the huge bonus that the King had promised him. And Prince Charming found himself wondering now if there were other men of his class who, like him, simply love cock and didn't need to be bought. 

Alone in his carriage Prince Charming listened to the clack of the horses hooves. When the new, young footman opened the door of the carriage, back at the palace, the prince couldn't help but notice how ruggedly handsome he was, and the way he filled out his breeches was most impressive. There was something about the poor, peasant lads that worked at the palace that appealed to the prince. He had noticed this attraction long before his first encounter with Frederick but had assumed it was a phase that he would grow out of. There was no future in wanting to be with a man, much less a poor country lad, he had told himself. Yet the fascination had not ended; if anything it had grown stronger. Their masculinity seemed so easily worn, and their beauty was unfussy; all that any of these gorgeous men needed was to be stripped naked and given a bath and then they were ready for the taking. Lately the prince had started fantasizing about taking all of his jewelry and savings and absconding from the palace to live out his days in a modest house somewhere where he could have a steady supply of rough, rugged lovers to drill his ass and blast off in his throat.

And then it was time to stop thinking about cocks as he had arrived at the ball. He spent the next half hour greeting and mingling and dancing a little but now he was bored with all that. The prince was just about to go over and talk to Earl Kinkyboots when in walked the most exquisitely beautiful thing that the prince had ever seen. For a moment he wondered if perhaps this was a lady, dressed up as a man, though that would have been a little too daring for even the bravest, or silliest, of the ladies on the circuit. The price watched, in fascination, as long fingers reached out to stroke an elegant neck. Yes, there was a hint of an Adam's apple but the face could only be called pretty. Long, long lashes framed large blue eyes that he could see scanning the room now. A little button of a nose and a pair of red, Cupid's bow lips completed the picture. This certainly was the most feminine looking man that the prince had ever seen and he was intrigued, not to say incredibly turned on.

'Best to keep that thing down, while in here.' Earl Kinkyboots hissed at him as he looked down at the prince's tenting breeches.

'Oh shit!' the prince responded as he tried to hide his throbbing cock. 'Do you know who he is.'

'A merchant's son, I'm told.' The Earl sniffed. 'But then I've heard you have a taste for that sort of thing.

The prince was stunned. What were people saying about him? And who had spread the rumours? Surely not Fred, nor the spotty kitchen lad? 

'What exactly have you heard?' he asked the Earl.

'Let's just say that you like the life downstairs.' The Earl replied. 'You know, you and I, we could have been a team...'

'Hardly.' Prince Charming pulled rank. 'I am a prince of the realm, one day to be crowned King. Besides, you're not really my type.'

'Well good luck with him,' the Earl spat as he walked away in a huff.

The prince watched his pretty young man as he declined the attentions of various females while continuing to scan the room. What was watching, the prince wondered. And then, suddenly he saw it, he was checking out the men's crotches as they danced! Elation bubbled through the princes' blood. Yes, yes, yes! The sweet young man was into cock and so greedy in his need; perhaps he was yet to make good his fantasy. Was this a virgin that he was lusting after? The very thought of it almost caused him to gush. He stood watching for a few more minutes, studying the way the young man held himself. There was a certain provocative grace in feminine movements. The idea of holding that delicate body in his arms and then teasing out of it a masculine response, as Priapus took hold, sent a shiver of delight through the royal personage. It was time for the prince to make his move.

'Are you enjoying the ball?' he asked the pretty lad as he sidled up to him.

'Yes, thank you sir.' the pretty lad replied, as he bowed his head.

'Please, forget that I am a prince.' he said.

'But you're not just any old prince, are you sir?' the young man said. 'You're the first born son of our good king.'

'Be that as it may I would prefer it if you would just call me Charming.' the prince said.

'Such a lovely name.' the young man said.

'And what is your name?' the prince asked.

'My name is Victor, but my friends all call me Vicky.'

'Do they indeed!' the prince replied. 'Well Vicky, how about you and I go somewhere quiet to have a little chat?'

The prince led his young catch upstairs. Being the second most important man in the land he knew that his host would not mind him making use of his house this way. Perhaps they would never again was the sheets that the royal seed would spray into. Leading Vicky into a bedroom the prince could already feel a familiar sensation in his groin. Lust had a hold of him.

'Let me have a good look at you.' The prince said.

'My father warned me about Earl Kinkyboots but he didn't say anything about you.' Vicky told him.

'How old are you, Vicky?' the prince asked.

'I'm nineteen, soon to be twenty.' Vicky replied.

With a wig and a little make up this sweet flower could easily be mistaken for a woman. Prince Charming was a little surprised at how wide his tastes in men were proving to be. This effete, feminine, passive little charmer was proving to be every bit as much a turn on as rugged, furry Frederick.

'Nineteen is old enough to make up your own mind, don't you think?' the prince asked him.

'Yes. I was only teasing.' Vicky replied.

'And are you going to tease me all night?' the prince asked.

'I'm not sure that I know what it is that you want.' Vicky replied.

There was a hint of naughtiness in his eyes. Suddenly the prince was inflamed beyond all endurance. His hard cock throbbed in his breeches; it needed a warm hand to close around it, or a hungry mouth or.... would it be possible, a greedy bum.

'How about a kiss?' the prince asked.

Vicky simply nodded. Now the prince took that delicate frame in his arms and his lips sought out those delicious lips. Oh sweet joy! That first kiss just stole his breath away and his cock started leaking its excitement juice. The prince was torn between kissing the sweet young Vicky for ages and ripping his clothes off and showing him how to pay royal obeisance. Keeping his baser instincts in check the prince carried on kissing his sweet young lover. On and on they kissed until the prince's cock threatened to drench his expensive breeches in love juice and he pulled away from those hungry lips.

'You are one mighty fine kisser!' the prince told Vicky.

'Thank you, came the reply 'I've never kissed anyone before.'

'What? At all?' the prince could feel his excitement rising. 'Never been with anyone?'

'No. This is my first time for everything.' Vicky said. 'I never thought that anyone would be interested in me. My father says I should start taking up manly sports and manly pursuits so that I can develop more masculine looks but it's not girls I want.'

'What do fathers know, eh?' the prince said. 'You're perfect just the way you are and you are going to break a lot of young men's hearts.'

'Really? You think so?'

'Oh yes, my little petal.' the prince reassured him, feeling mature way beyond his years.

The prince unbuttoned Vicky's shirt and stroked the smooth, ivory skin that lay underneath. His tiny pink nipples were soon jutting away from that flat expanse of skin and simply demanding that Prince Charming worry them between teeth and tongue. Vicky sighed and squirmed on the large bed; this was turning out to be way beyond his wildest fantasies. Imagine having your first fuck with a prince of the realm! And what a prince he was turning out to be. That hot little tongue of his seemed very experienced in giving pleasure and Vicky's cock ached at the thought that perhaps that tongue would soon be sliding down to other places. How glad he was that the long drought was over. This night he would be the ladylike man he had always wanted to be: feminine in allure and wiles but masculine where the beating heart of lust lay. Already he had leaked a river of sex slime and he could hardly wait to be free of his clothes and laid bare to the horny prince's inspection.

Prince Charming pushed Vicky's hands up above his head and, keeping them there, he kissed the sparse fluff that grew in his armpits and listened, with pride, to the babble of pleasure that gurgled in Vicky's throat. Still keeping Vicky's hands firmly in his grip he now kissed down Vicky's flat, smooth stomach and in to his belly button. He heard a soft gasp and thought "just you wait till I show you what tongues were really made for!" He brought his hands down now to the horny lad's breeches and got his first feel of the tumescence that had hitherto lay hidden in the dreamy satin folds. What a throbber it was! So hard, and thick and a good eight inches; the lad might look like a lady but down below he was all man, and what a man! Prince Charming could feel his arsehole twitching just at the mere thought of playing host to that magnificent man-staff.

Prince Charming's fingers trembled as he pulled down the lad's satin breeches and fought with his silk drawers. The cheeky monkey! Those were definitely a lady's drawers but what they contained was very, very far from ladylike. At last Prince Charming wrestled Vicky's cock free from the nuisance silk, exposing a thing of great beauty with a narrow, arrow shaped red tip growing ever thicker and more rampant as it slid down to the base. He couldn't get his fingers to meet around the base, that's how thick it was and the sight of a heavy blue vein underneath the pale skin made the thing look all the more rude and potent. This was a phallus that needed to be worshipped, even by a blue-blood, and Prince Charming did the only thing he could do: opening wide he took as much cock into his hungry mouth as he could fit without gagging and then slowly nursed on that throbbing tool. Vicky groaned out loud as he slid his fingers into the prince's delicate blonde curls and surrendered to the pleasure of a hungry man's mouth.

After what felt like an eternity the prince's jaws began to ache. It was time for a different pleasure. Undressing his young beauty completely he took a few moments to admire his flawless beauty before flipping him over on to his belly. Now he was presented with the finest ass in the whole kingdom. It was small and tight and smooth, a real peach of an ass and when the prince tired of stroking that smooth magnificence he parted those tight little cheeks and found himself gazing at what looked like the inside of a peach, once you removed the stone. Vicky's little bud had that same reddish-brown colour and that multi textured skin. Memories of Frederick flew out of the window as the prince fell, face first, into that crack and devoured that sweet, little pucker like it was the only sustenance left on earth.

Vicky grunted in shock and amazement. This was not something that he had ever fantasized about and to think a royal prince was licking his bumhole just frazzled his brains. Instinctively he pushed back against the prince, wanting more and more of that hot tongue to burrow up into his depths. The prince's hands had a tight grip on Vicky's peachy little cheeks as he ate him out and he reluctantly let go now to play with his tiny little balls. Vicky squirmed, as though afflicted by some debilitating illness, as pleasure shot threw his body, connecting his arsehole, balls and cock directly into his brain and as he worked his fat hog he knew he needed something more.

'Fuck me, Prince Charming!' he growled, surprised at the masculine tone of his voice.

'You sure you want this?' the prince asked.

'I've never wanted anything more in my life.' Vicky panted in reply.

Well, it couldn't be said clearer than that, the prince decided. He got up from the bed and looked at the jars arrayed on the dressing table until he found something suitable. He gave Vicky's spit-wet, glistening pucker one last, lingering kiss before applying a little cream to it and rubbing it all around. 

'Ooooh that feels good.' Vicky sighed.

The prince knew that he was on to a winner with this little love puppet. Gathering up another gloop of the slippery stuff he pressed gently against Vicky's pucker until he felt it give up its defenses and he was sliding inside. Oh, what hot silken delights he was entering now, taking the eager lad's cherry. Looking down at those slender hips and that peachy little ass, and seeing them squirm in an attempt to entrap more of his finger, was the most amazing aphrodisiac any man could ever wish for. The prince quickly stripped and covered his throbbing cock in cream before kicking Vicky's legs apart and sliding into him with one long, slow stroke that almost emptied his balls. The warmth, and tightness, of this virginal ass closing around his overheated cock was almost too much to bear. Gritting his teeth the prince fought back his orgasm and when it had subsided began to slowly stroke into the honey-pot to outdo any other in the land.

Vicky was surprised how easily the royal cock had slid into his arsehole. He was still waiting for the pain, yet it never came. All that he felt now was the most amazing sensations deep within him, in a place that he could not quite identify, and it amazed him to think that he didn't have to do anything except lie there and take it. On and on the prince fucked, slow at first but building now in urgency and depth of thrust. The panting and the mumbling and the deep, deep punching into his guts were turning Vicky on like he could not believe. If this was fucking he wanted to be fucked all day and all night. Let a hundred million men line up to drop their loads deep in his willing guts.

'Oh, you're so hot!' the prince gasped.

Vicky didn't have any words to reply. Instead he gripped the prince's cock tight with his ring and surprised both himself and his prince. The more he did it the more they both wanted and now he seized control from the prince, working his ass along the length of that man steel until he felt his cheeks bashing up against the prince's soft blonde pubes. Now Vicky really came into his own, showing the prince how those snake hips and that peachy little ass could really smoke a man's cock and make him weak-kneed and totally given up to lust. The prince's grunts told Vicky that his lover was close and he quickly fisted his own cock until he could feel himself at the point of no return.

'I'm going to spew!' he groaned out loud.

Now the prince grabbed hold of Vicky's hips and retook control. With one deep, potent lunge he triggered Vicky's orgasm. The lad's arsehole spasmed on the princely cock as his jets of love sauce blasted out of his excited cock and drenched the satin sheets. The growl that came out of Vicky's throat was all male: hungry, horny, it connected all males, one to the other in a brotherhood of hungriness, from the dawn of time. The sound of his lover's ecstasy was all it took for the prince's balls to let go, sending his massive load of jizz blasting deep into Vicky's guts.

The pair lay together in the afterglow, hardly speaking but stroking and cuddling each other and feeling very, very pleased that they had achieved something quite wonderful.

Daniel Blue