Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2006 15:13:39 +0000 (GMT)
From: John Davids <anubisthejackel2003@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Arab Prince and The English Schoolboy

The departure lounge at Dulrhain Airport was full of passengers waiting
for the daily flight to London (Heathrow). Arabs dressed in traditional
garb, Arabs dressed in western clothes mixed with a small number of
westerners, all waiting for their flight to be called. Sitting reading
the latest  Harry Potter book was a young English boy named Billy
Partridge. Billy was fifteen years old and had been spending some of his
summer holiday with his father who was a petro chemist on an oil
exploration site. The lad had been glad to see his father but had become
bored, he was keen to get home and see his friends again. For some reason
his mother had insisted that he travel in school uniform, so there he was
in grey flannel shorts and striped school blazer.
  While he was sitting there reading his book , he was being carefully
watched by someone in the adjacent VIP lounge. That someone, was Prince
Karim, the youngest son of the ruler of Dulrhain. The Prince had
recognised the blazer as that of  the same public school that he himself
had attended as a boy. The Prince's mind went back to his schooldays and
he remembered the happy times that he had spent there..    At the age of
thirty one the prince was a handsome looking man who was the object of
many female fantasies, little did the ladies know that the Prince's
desires lay in quite a different direction. He knew that the young lad
sitting reading his book could not have been as innocent as he looked,
the British public school system didn't allow pretty young boys to remain
innocent. The noble Arab picked up the phone and gave precise
instructions to the person on the other end.
.  Billy had been travelling all day, first by Jeep from his father's
workplace, then by helicopter to the airport, so he was not happy to
learn that his flight had been delayed. After about an hour the
announcement was made, that because of technical reasons the flight would
now not take off until ten thirty the next morning. Passengers were asked
to make their way to the airport entrance, where coaches would take them
to hotels that the airline had booked on their behalf.
  The young schoolboy got on a coach, which dropped people off at various
hotels in the city. Passengers stayed on the coach until their names were
called out and eventually Billy found himself alone. The coach then
pulled up outside the most expensive hotel in the country and Billy heard
his  name called. He thought that a mistake had been made, but sure
enough he was booked into the penthouse suite of the hotel. He made his
way up to the suite, where he was welcomed by the prince himself. The
prince told him that they would have to share and reassured the young boy
by telling him that he was an old boy of Billy's school.
   The two got to talking about the school, the sports, the masters and
the school customs. The older man carefully brought the conversation
round to some of the less healthy aspects of the school culture including
how the younger boys were abused by the school prefects. " In my day"
said the prince, " The first  formers had to serve tea at the prefect's
Sunday evening party, and they had to serve it naked, does that still go
on?"  The young boy blushed crimson before agreeing that the custom was
still being observed. " And a pretty boy like young would have been one
of the first to be picked," continued the lusty Arab. The young English
boy looked down and silently nodded. "And after the tea was drunk and the
cake eaten, you young  lads were next on the menu. I can't believe that a
boy as pretty as you did not get away without getting his little bottom
well and truly fucked by the prefects."
   Billy looked up at the Prince,"How do you know all this , Sir," he
asked. The Prince smiled,  "Because my royal blood did not protect me, I
was forced to bend over the prefect's sofa, I was forced to suck their
cocks and take their brutish cocks up my ass. Tell me young man, how
many big boys have shagged young at one time?"
"Five" replied the school boy, " five in my bottom and three in my
mouth." The prince gave the boy a knowing smile. "and did you come to
enjoy it ."  The boy replied that he enjoyed it with one boy at a
time, but not five.at a time.   "Good", said Karim, "We are going to play
a little game".
     Billy was made to stand on a coffee table and answer questions on
the capital cities of the world. Every time he got a question wrong he
would have to remove an item of, clothing. As Billy wasn't very good at
geography he was soon standing totally naked, while the horny prince
watched. The next wrong question and the schoolboy had to jerk off for
the royal personage. After he had shot his young jism halfway across the
room, the prince called him to the bed.
   The man lay naked on the bed while the boy lowered his lubed up bottom
onto the waiting cock. Billy had taken cocks this big before and as he
was riding the Arab, he had control. Soon the young school boy was
bouncing up and on the erect cock like his life depended on it. Karim
could hold back no longer and emptied his substantial cock into the
boyish bottom. That was the start of a night of passion that both would
enjoy and both would remember.
    Next morning, as the the aircraft was taking off The pilot said ,
"Why were we delayed all this time, there wasn't anything wrong with the
plane."   The co pilot laughed, "I heard a rumour that Prince Karim
wanted to spend the night with a young English boy."  "Well", said the
pilot, "The schoolboy will have one hell of a sore ass this morning."
     He was right, of course but the boy was very happy as well as being
very sore.In fact it had been the highlight of his holiday.