Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2012 19:56:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kyle Frank <brees_fan_kylr@rocketmail.com>
Subject: My Life with Prince Harry: Chapter 4

    Life with Prince Harry: Chapter 4
    We arrived at Kensington Palace within a short period of time.
Luckily, being early afternoon, traffic wasn't as bad as it had been this
morning.  We exited the limo and headed inside.
    We walked to Harry's apartment.  Along the way, Harry pointed out a few
things about the Palace.  He even ran down a list of the other Royals who
had apartments there. He also noted that apartment 1A, the former residence
of the Queen's sister and his Great Aunt, Princess Margaret, was now
undergoing renovation and that his brother and Catherine hoped to move in
sometime in 2013.
    We finally reached his apartment.  He opened the door and we walked in.
He closed and locked the door behind him.  It was a modest one bedroom
apartment, well, as modest as it gets for a Royal, Keaton supposed.  The
tour took a few moments a decent sized living room, a bathroom that really
needed some updating, a bedroom with a queen size bed, a kitchenette with a
small table and two chairs and that was about it. Still, given the size of
the rooms and how tastefully decorated they were, Keaton liked the space
immediately.
    Harry invited Keaton to park his butt wherever he liked while he,
borrowing Keaton's phone, made a call.  He spoke to one of the many staff
members of the Household.  As Keaton sat waiting for his Prince to complete
his call a little fact suddenly popped into his head. For some stupid
reason he remembered being told by someone that at the latest count there
are over 121 people directly engaged in the service of the Prince of
Wales. Keaton already knew that there were seven in the service of the Duke
and Duchess of Cambridge and Prince Harry with him now becoming number
eight. While he had no idea who Harry was talking to, he watched as Harry
drew a piece of paper from his pocket. Then, to Keaton's amazement, Harry
was reading off Keaton's clothing and shoe sizes. The last thing he heard
was the direction to make a reservation for dinner. When he rung off, Harry
walked over and returned the phone.
    Harry was in the mood for some wine and after asking if KJ would share
a glass with him, he went over to the fridge to get a bottle of chilled
wine. Keaton realized that he had not bothered with his phone for some
time, so he turned it on and noticed that he had received multiple phone
and text messages over the last few days.
    With Harry's permission, he headed off to the bedroom to respond to his
texts and return a few of the phone calls.  Once finished, he headed back
to the living room. Once back seated comfortably on the couch again, Harry
handed him a glass of wine. Then, with the grin of the Cheshire cat in
Alice & Wonderland, Harry started handing him things.  The first thing he
gave Keaton was a set of keys.  These keys were to Kensington Palace and
his or rather, their private apartment. Also included on the ring were the
keys to Clarence house and his rooms there.  Next, Harry produced a new
cell phone.  It was the same as his current iPhone, but it had a new phone
number for me in England. He, or someone, had taken the liberty of
transferring Keaton's contacts from his American iPhone to his new British
one as well.  For the first time in a long while, I was completely
speechless.
    Once he clued into the fact that I was speechless, he spoke up, "Also,
if you need to get out on your own from time to time, here is a credit card
for your use.  All bills used in the course of your official duties will be
taken care of by the Crown.  The bill will go directly to the Comptroller
of the Household. Normally this wouldn't happen, but since we're together,
I was able to pull some strings for you.  Also, since you don't have your
own car, a car and driver will be provided for you as needed.  The number
is stored in your phone. Everyone knows you're on board now so, if you're
in the apartment here or at Clarence House and you need the assistance of a
member of Staff, just pick up the phone and you will be connected with the
appropriate person."
    I was still in shock, everything that had happened so far throughout
the day was still buzzing in my head.  It was a lot to digest.  I suddenly
felt the need to get some air.
    "Harry, I'm going to take a walk.  I need to get some air.  With all of
the things that have happened today, my head is just swirling."
     "Do you want me to go with you?" he asked out of concern
     "No thank you, Sir.  I think I'd like to explore by myself.  I will
take my phone with me in case I do get lost."
    "Don't forget what I told you, KJ. When we are alone, you can lose the
formality."
    "Give me a little time, I'll get used to it, I'm sure."
    "If you're interested in looking at some paintings, or going up to the
Roof Garden, I'll give you the directions. If you like paintings the King's
Gallery is the place to go. If you just want to sit and contemplate your
naval, the Roof Garden that I played in as a child is great", said Harry as
he took a pad and wrote out the directions. Giving him a hug and a kiss on
the cheek, I took my leave of my Prince and started walking the halls of
this beautiful and magnificent historical palace some of which could trace
its history back to the 17th century.
    I walked down a few hallways and tried to keep track of my steps so
that I could remember how to get back to the apartment.  I was admiring the
decorations and artwork as I went.  Then, as he entered the King's Gallery,
out of the corner of his eye he spotted an older man whose hands were
comfortably tucked behind his back being followed by a man in uniform and a
man in plain clothes.  They were on their way to another door at the far
end of the Gallery.  Keaton didn't feel as if he should interfere so he
just continued walking.  One of the trio must have spotted him and said
something to the older man who turned to look but instead of turning back
to continue on his, he started walking in my direction.
    In a few moments we caught up with each other. We stopped a few feet
apart and he said in a very matter-of-fact tone, "I'm not sure the Gallery
is open to the general public just yet. Are you lost?"
    Suddenly Keaton realized who it was. For the second time that day he
began to sweat. "I'm technically not part of the general public anymore,
Your Royal Highness", he said.
    Prince Philip again put his hands behind his back, as is his custom,
and appeared for a moment to be taken aback by the response of the younger
man standing before him.
    "Have we met?"
    "No, Sir. My apologies, I hope I didn't offend you."
    "I accept your apology but you certainly didn't offend me", he said
with a twinkle in his eye. But, now I am curious as to who you are and why
you are wandering these halls."
    "Well, Sir, I am Keaton Colton of the United States."
    "Fancy that. But that only brings me back to my original question. What
are you, Mr. Keaton Colton of the United States doing walking around inside
Kensington Palace?"
    Keaton started to stutter but Prince Phillip looked at him more like a
kindly grandfather than an inquisitor. He began to relax.
    "This morning, Sir, Her Majesty, the Queen appointed me to be the Aide
de Camp to your grandson, Prince Harry."
    Phillip's facial expression changed. "But I thought that Harry's new
ADC was a Canadian?" he stated matter-of-factly.
    I couldn't help but grin at his sudden confusion. "I am now, Sir".
    "Someday, you will have to explain that to me. In the meantime, you can
enlighten me as to why you are walking around the corridors of Kensington
Palace?"
    "Without any fear at all, Keaton went on to explain how the events of
today had his brain going a million directions at once and how he had
decided to take a walk around and clear his head."
    "Yes, I can understand that. All new, isn't it?"
    "Yes, Sir."
     "Walk with me for a little bit, Keaton."
     "Yes, Sir, as you wish."
     "First of all, young man, I'm sure you know that you have ruffled a
few feathers by becoming Harry's Aide de Camp over the heads of some of his
mates serving in other regiments, especially that of his regiment, the
Blues & Royals.
    "I can assume that, sir."
    The Prince, not bothering to look at Keaton but staring straight ahead
said, "That being said you better hope you are damn good at what you do
because when you meet them they will give you a hard time about it."
     "I would expect that, Sir. You have nothing to be concerned about.  I
have had plenty of training with the American Army and in the civilian
arena with my last job at the security firm I worked at before coming
here."
    "Not only am I concerned with you protecting him while is actively
serving our country but I also mean privately.  As I am sure you are aware
his mother, the late Princess Diana, was hounded almost daily by the
paparazzi.  Luckily, my son, Prince Charles, has been able to keep some of
them away from the boys.  But, as I am sure you have seen, there have been
some very unflattering pictures of my grandson that have got out through
the tabloids and other media.  It would be a blessing if no more of these
happened."
    "Not to worry, sir.  I will make my best efforts to make sure that your
grandson is kept safe."
    "Thank you for that.  I'm not sure what other things you have going on
with my grandson, and frankly, so long as it never makes its way into the
press that is none of my concern.  So, let me ask you a question."
    "Ask away, Sir."
    "Have you ever heard of Diego Garcia, Keaton?"
    "No, Sir, I have not."
    "Well, I will say this; I am very, VERY protective of my grandson and
my family.  You would do well to remember that at all times.  If anything
ever comes out in the press unfavourable of my grandson due to you
fumbling, your next trip will be to Diego Garcia. You would be making it
home for quite some time and, I would suspect, it will be a most unpleasant
stay for you.  I would liken it to a trip to where do you call it?"
    "Are you talking about Guantanamo Bay, Sir?"
     "Just so, Keaton. So, if you catch my drift, if you cock up or
otherwise make me unhappy with you, you will be sent to Diego Garcia.  And
since I am sure that you are now in the employ of the Crown, there will be
nothing that your American government will be able to do about your being
sent there.  Do I make myself clear, Keaton?"
    "Yes, Sir. You are completely clear, Sir. Absolutely no fuck ups, Sir."
    The Prince let out a slight chuckle then, extending his hand, he said,
"Well, I best be getting on. It has been a pleasure meeting you, Keaton.
Just remember our little chat, and I am sure you will do just fine."
    I take Prince Phillips hand and nod my head, "It has been a pleasure
meeting you as well, Sir.  I will keep our conversation in mind at all
times.  And again I assure you, I will do my best to look after him."
    I watch Prince Phillip and those accompanying him retreat down the
corridor. Once they pass through the doors and finds himself alone again,
Keaton continued to slowly walk along the Gallery looking at some of the
absolutely beautiful paintings a while longer before heading back to the
apartment.  Somehow, without a clue how, I remembered and with all of the
things running through my head, I was able to make it back to Harry's
bachelor pad without any problems.  He went to turn the handle on the door,
but found it locked.  Luckily, I'd taken my keys when I left.  I unlocked
the door and stepped in.  Once in, I closed the door and relocked it.  I
walked over to the coffee table and see a note from Harry.
    It said, `Keaton, I went off to a quick meeting.  I will be back
shortly.  While you were gone, the steward brought up your new clothes and
a selection of shoes.  There is a collection of things I thought you would
need.  Included are suits, dress shirts, casual clothing, workout clothing,
dress shoes, socks, underwear, t-shirts, and a few other things that I
can't remember right now.  Hanging clothes are in the closet, as are the
shoes.  All other clothing is in the chest of drawers.  Also, your Canadian
Army uniforms have been delivered to Clarence House together with whatever
else Major Trimble thought you might need.  Make yourself comfortable and I
will be back soon.'
    Keaton walked into the bedroom and took a look at his new wardrobe and
was pleasantly surprised.  Somehow, they knew his tastes.  He checked out
the dresser drawers and noticed even the details continued as his underwear
drawer was filled with his favourite underwear brand, AussieBums.  After he
was done going through his new clothing, he grabbed a pair of basketball
shorts he had been provided.  He took off his suit jacket and pants and
hung them up in the closet.  Next, he took off his tie and put it in the
closet.  Then, he unbuttoned his shirt and put it in what he assumed was
the dirty clothes basket.  He removed his underwear and, using a basketball
pose, he tossed them to join his shirt.  When Keaton was at home, he liked
to wear as little clothing as possible.  He certainly didn't think Harry
would mind.  He slipped on the basketball shorts and headed back into the
living room and turned on the telly.
    The events of the day must have caught up with him because he must have
nodded off shortly after sitting on the couch. He didn't hear Harry return.
    He woke some time later to Harry resting his head on his chest while
his hand was rubbing KJ's rapidly rising cock through his shorts.  Yup, KJ
knew he could get used to waking up like this every single day.
    "Well", says Harry taking hold of both cheeks, "It looks like someone
is finally awake.  Now we can take care of something that has been
bothering me all day."
     A smile crosses KJ's face and he likes where the randy Prince's
thinking is going.
    "Well, then baby", Keaton replies as he raises his head to kiss Harry,
"I want you to strip for me."
    Letting go of Keaton's cheeks, Harry stands and walks over to the
telly. He turns it off.  Then, he walks over to the stereo and turns on
some dance music.  Satisfied with his choice of music, he walks back over
stand in front of the couch and starts doing a strip tease routine.  He
slowly and seductively removes all of his clothing until he is completely
naked.  Then, he leans forward to take hold of Keaton's shorts and pulls
them off.
    The dance music is still playing in the background as Harry kneels
between his lover's legs. Leaning forward, he starts gently kissing and
licking his way around KJ's belly button. Keaton's cock is rock hard and
dripping torrents. Harry's not in any big hurry to take the offered cock
into his mouth. He does swirl his tongue around the head but then slides
down one side and up the other of this magnificent emblem of manhood. He's
back at the tip again swiping off the bubble of precum that has formed and
again slides his tongue down. Once he reaches the bottom of the stock he
gently takes one of the beautiful egg shaped balls into his mouth and
begins lovingly licking it with his tongue. Above him, Keaton is thrashing
his head from side to side moaning from the work over first the one and
then the other of his balls is getting from Harry.  After a few minutes,
Harry allows the second ball to gently drop out of his mouth and gently
tongues the taint area working his way slowly towards Keaton's ass.  He
tried to get at KJ's hole without success.
    "Hmmmmmmm" he murmurs in desperation. "Let's move things to the
bedroom, K.J."
     Harry pulls Keaton to his feet and head to the bedroom.  Once in
there, they resume the business at hand.
     "K.J., bend over the bed." whispers Harry.
    KJ walks over to the bed and bends over putting his ass in the air for
his lover to ravish.  Harry walks over and bending down on one knee, he
starts giving a tongue bath to his ass and crack.  Harry's in no great
hurry. He's enjoying the feast laid out before him. Harry's begins
concentrating on tongue fucking KJ can't stop moaning as little by little
the tip of Harry's tongue eases into his rosebud. KJ loves nothing more
than when someone eats his ass and Harry is certainly a connoisseur of
great ass eating.  After about five minutes or maybe more, who was
bothering to keep track, Harry stops working over his hole with his tongue
and Keaton begins protesting.
       "Harry, baby, please tongue my ass some more."
       "K.J., I'd love to, but I can't anymore.  My tongue is starting to
cramp."
       "Okay," I say with a bit of a pout in my voice.
       "I'm sure that you will like what I'm about to do next."
       "We'll see about that, Harry."
       Harry gets up from his spot on the floor and walks over to the
nightstand.  Opening a drawer, he reaches in and grabs a couple things,
closes it, and, walks back over to where I'm laying on the bed.  Next, he
opens the lid to something, KJ's not sure what it is, but he can only
assume it's a bottle of lube.  Harry, squeezes some onto KJ's ass, closes
the bottle and sets it on the floor.  Then, taking his finger and passing
it through the lube, he slowly and tantalizingly rubs his finger across
KJ's now winking hole.  Resting the tip of his finger at the entrance,
Harry starts a slow, almost exotic, circular motion with his finger that
allows his finger to enter KJ's waiting hole.  The subject of this royal
attention KJ begins moaning again.  Harry definitely knows what he's doing
back there and is really working over poor KJ's hole with his magical
finger.  Within a few moments, he adds a second finger that slides along
the first into the hole.  And then it happens, Harry hits KJ's prostate and
begins rubbing it back and forth. KJ begins purring like a kitten while
Harry softly murmurs, "Nice pussy, sweet pussy.  Soon going to be my
pussy."
    Without even touching himself, KJ's is at full attention and leaking
out copious amounts of precum.  After about five minutes or so, Harry
removes his fingers from his hole.  KJ hears him grab something off the
floor and stand up.  Next, he hears the unmistakeable sound of a condom
wrapper being ripped open.  Harry pulls it out and rolls it down his cock.
Then, KJ hears him as he lathers put more lube on his cock.  Next, Harry
bends forward over his prize and lines his cock up with KJ's hole and
slowly, in tantalizing slow motion, he pushes the head of his cock into the
expectant pussy.  Slowly, inch by magnificent inch, the royal cock slides
forward, stopping for a few seconds, withdrawing a little, moving forward
some more. We begin moaning together in unison.  KJ moans from the pleasure
his hole is receiving from being filled by his mate's princely cock. Harry
is moaning from the pure ecstasy of conquering KJ's ass and from the
pleasure KJ's hole is giving to his cock as he slowly, with no sense of
urgency, slides his cock back and then forward until KJ can feel the hair
of Harry's bushy but trimmed ginger pubic hair that surrounds his
magnificent cock against the globes of his ass.  They lay there with KJ
totally covered by the body of his young and virile Prince for a few sweet
minutes. But KJ is starting to get impatient. He wants to be fucked by his
Prince and so after a few blissful minutes, he flips himself over onto his
back without removing Harry's cock from his ass or missing a beat.
    "That was fucking brilliant. How did you manage to do that without
removing my cock from your ass?"
     "I'm very skilled like that and have had a little practice."
       "Nice. I wonder how many other skills I'll get to enjoy."
     "Only time will tell, my Prince." KJ whispers as he pulls Harry down
to him so he can kiss him as he's being right royally fucked.  After a few
minutes of slow fucking, KJ lets him break the kiss. Harry nestles his head
in the crook of KJ's head and begins some real thrusting in and out of his
hungry hole. Its back to where just the head is inside that a power drive
to hit bottom. Again and again KJ receives the power fucking of his young
prince. With all of the stimulation that his body is receiving, it doesn't
take much before KJ starts spasming in orgasm shooting my loads between
their bodies.  Once, Harry feels KJ firing off under him, he slams home
into that lovely warm pussy below him and KJ can feel him pump shot after
glorious shot of cum deep into his bowels. They lay there in the afterglow
of a good sex romp for quite a while. Neither seemed to want nor in a hurry
to make the first move.  Slowly, the embedded cock shrinks and slides out
of KJ's well fucked ass. But, neither takes notice because both the young
lovers have slipped into a restful sleep.
       To be continued...

    ***Thank you all for reading.  As always, please feel free to make
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