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 Fredericks 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.
Continued in Part Two
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 Fredericks 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.
Continued in Part Two