Date: Mon, 22 Oct 2012 19:50:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kyle Frank <brees_fan_kylr@rocketmail.com>
Subject: My Life with Prince Harry chapter 6

   My Life with Prince Harry: Chapter 6

   Please note I don't know Prince Harry or Ryan Lochte personally or know
their true sexual orientation.  Furthermore, this story is 100% complete
fiction and in no way to insinuate his sexuality or anything of the like.
Lastly, this story contains male to male sex, so if this offends you, you
are too young to be reading this, or, you are not into these kinds of
things please leave now.  Thank you and please enjoy this tale.

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       Somehow, after I enjoyed my desert supplied by my Prince's amazing
cock, we made our way to bed, naked. I woke up to the soft morning light
entering through the window.  I rolled over onto my back rubbing the last
vestiges of sleep from my eyes.  My swollen bladder made me realize that I
needed to relieve myself or else the mattress of the bed was going to
quickly turn into the deck of Noah's ark. Quickly and making as little
noise as possible I slipped from the bed and headed to the bathroom.  With
a great sigh of relief, the stream that seemed as if it would never end
began.  With my bladder now empty and having finished washing my hands, my
half hard dick led the way back to the bedroom.

   Harry hadn't moved while I was away from his side and continued to
softly snore in his slumber. Oddly enough, he's like my cousin who can
snore sleeping face down.  Although for Harry, it's not really a snore as
much as it is a rather loud purring.  It was a rather cute trait of his. He
lay on his stomach with his head turned towards me, his arms above his
head.  Looking over at the clock, I noticed that Harry had a few more hours
before he had to be returning to base to continue his helicopter training.
I wanted to wake my Prince in a right proper way.  I gently lifted the
covers off of him so as to not disturb him I leaned over and placed a
gentle kiss on his lightly furry ass. He stirred a little bit, but didn't
wake.  `Success,' I thought to myself.  `Ah gawd, but to wake him up in a
manner that he wouldn't forget. I got up to kneel over that beautiful ass,
I bent my head down until my lips came into contact with the beautiful
furry globe on the right and with puckered lips I kissed and licked and
kissed again. Whatever I was doing obviously had the desired effect on
Harry because it caused those beautiful eye lids to flutter open.
   "Good morning my sexy," I said to Harry.
   "Good morning babe." He said with one of his great big yawns.
   "I know last night, before I enjoyed my desert; I told you that
turn-about was fair play.  Well, that was only half true.  Part two is
coming right up."
   "That is fine with me," Harry responded with a chuckle as he rolled onto
his back.

   Now lying comfortably on his back with his arms under his pillows behind
his head, the scene of my red haired prince sprawled out before me was a
sight to behold.  Once again bending my head down, I turned my attention to
Harry's gorgeous cock. After licking up one side, wrapping my tongue around
to knob to make sure I didn't lose any of his delicious precum, I kissed my
way down the other side only to end up giving his fully loaded balls a
tongue bath. After a few minutes of this wonderful torture, I slowly licked
my way back up to the knob, took it into my mouth and began sucking on it
like it was the last cock in the world.  Well, truth be told, it was the
last cock in my world.  I slurped and sucked on his cock until it was fully
hard in my mouth.  Next, I wanted to show Harry another one of my tricks.

   I took my mouth from Harry's cock.  Crawling up the length of his
beautiful body like a cat getting ready to pounce, I dropped my head so
that my lips were just lightly touching his ear and whispered, "Stand up
for me and I'll lay down on the bed on my back. I want you to face fuck
me."
   "Okay babe, I can do that for you."

   We quickly switch places only this time, I lay across the bed with my
head slightly off the edge, angled down so that it is on a slight tilt.
Then I place my hands on the back of Harry's legs, I open my mouth, and,
gently pull Harry's cock to my waiting mouth.  He gently, but with purpose,
slides that luscious cock of his into the "O" of my lips until about half
of his breeding tube is in place and then he slowly withdraws starting an
in and out motion of a good face fucking.  In and out, slowly, without any
urgency, Harry pulls his cock back until only the head remains between my
lips and then pushes it back in to the halfway point.  He continued like
this for about five minutes, not that I was timing him.  We had plenty of
time for what was in my plan.  But, I was slowly becoming unhappy with him
only wanting to put his cock in halfway.  I moved my hands from the back of
his legs to his ass.  With my hands on his ass and I pulled him towards me
until the head of his cock had passed through the narrow channel of my
tonsils and became firmly embedded in my throat. Thanks to the fact I have
no gag reflex and long ago learned to breathe through my nose in this
position, I was able to deep throat him.
   Between his low moans he questioned, "How... can... you... do... that?"
I knew that he had entered nirvana.

   After allowing him to fully withdraw from my mouth, I looked up into his
beautiful eyes and answered his question, "Well, Harry, this is the second
of the talents I have.  I learned from a young age, that I have no gag
reflex and am able to take a cock all the way into my throat.  Now then,
please resume fucking my mouth.  I need to taste your hot cum."

   Harry slowly re-enters my mouth and throat. Once he has my lips firmly
embedded in his beautiful hairy red crotch and his hairy balls resting on
my eyes, he begins to fuck my mouth and throat.  I slip my finger into my
mouth as he is fucking it and get some saliva and his precum on my finger.
Then, I reach behind him and slip my finger into his hole massaging it and
his prostate with my finger.  As he continues, I slip a second finger in
bringing him closer to cumming.  Within a short time, he begins panting and
moaning like a bitch in heat.  His moaning becomes louder and louder and
within five minutes or so, Harry partially removed his cock from my mouth
leaving the head and about an inch of his cock in place and with the shout
of a mighty "Oh Fuck!", he shoots five or six shots of his thick, creamy
load into my mouth.  I tried without success to swallow it all and my mouth
became so full tiny rivulets of cum seeped out from the corners of my
mouth.  When his dick stopped pulsing and I got all there was to have, I
cleaned his cock off before he took it out of my mouth.  Holding my head in
both of his hands, he slipped down to his knees and licked my face
clean. He ended by giving me a deep, tongue searching kiss looking for any
remaining cum in my mouth. And, when he finished, he stood, helped me to
get lengthways on the bed and lay down next to me.

   "That was delish." he said relaxing in the afterglow as he lay on his
side facing me, weaving his fingers through the hair on my chest and
playing with my nipples.

   After a few moments of rest, he leaned over and gave me another of his
long, deep, soul searching kisses. When we broke from the kiss, he rolled
over onto his back. I then got up on my knees and taking his legs, placed
them on my shoulders.  I placed my rock hard cock at his hole gently
teasing it for a minute or more.  Knowing that I wouldn't be seeing my
beautiful Prince the whole day, I wanted to remind him who belonged to him
and who he was going to be coming home to.  I didn't bother to ease my cock
into him; rather, I slammed my cock into his waiting hole.  He begged me to
fuck him rough and hard.  I didn't waste any time, I started fucking him
hard.  Within seconds, I was fucking him like a piston in a high priced
sports car.  I had leaned down and started grabbing and pulling on his
gorgeous chest and nipples.  Harry had begun moaning out for the second
time this morning.  I kept the pace up as I knew that Harry would have to
get ready to leave soon.  I, too, began moaning out as I felt my balls
tighten.  I knew I would be shooting soon.

   Harry begged, "Fill me up with your juice, baby."

   That was all it took. I slammed my balls to the wall and I was instantly
shooting my load and coating his insides.  I shot out so much, that it
started leaking out of his ass.
   I collapsed on him and we lay there for a few moments collecting
ourselves and our breaths.  Once, I softened and slipped out of him, I
whispered in his ear, "That was your final repayment for yesterday
afternoon."
   "Payment well received," he replied with a chuckle.

   I got off him so he could get up.  He gave me a short kiss before
heading into the shower.  I grabbed my shorts from last night and slipped
them on and headed for the kitchenette to make some coffee.  When it had
finished brewing, I fixed a cup for both of us. I took Harry's into the
bedroom and placed it on the nightstand, knocking on the bathroom door and
letting him know where it was. Hearing him shout "Thanks" over the sound of
the cascading shower, I went back to the kitchenette picked up my coffee
cup and took it over to the table.  Taking that first quick sip, I headed
back into the living room and grabbed my laptop.  I returned to the
kitchenette plugged it into a wall socket over the table to charge it up.
While I waited for it to do its thing, I grabbed my coffee and headed back
into the bedroom.  Harry was out of the shower and, between sips of coffee,
started getting dressed in his military uniform. When he finished, he came
over to me and said, "Well, I better be off.  Hope you have a good day."
With that he gave me a kiss and left the bedroom.
   On his way to the front door I couldn't help it. I just had to quip,
"Lieutenant, it seems like someone is walking a little bow legged this
morning."
   With a chuckle and a wink he replied, "Gee, I wonder why that would be?"
With that, he left.

   Once I was sure he was gone, I walked to where I'd thrown my jacket from
on the floor last night and picked it up.  I reached into the inside
pocket, found the camera and went back to my coffee and laptop in the
kitchenette.  I logged onto my laptop and waited for it to load.  While I
was waiting, I opened up the camera and took out the memory card.  I
inserted the card into the appropriate drive and let the pictures on the
card download onto my computer.  Slowly, taking my time, I began studying
each picture. What I couldn't get over was the fact that many of the
pictures of my Prince were taken at very close range, in different
situations and both date and time stamped.  It suggested to me that our
"friend" had been spending a lot of time photographing Harry, perhaps even
to the point of stalking him. What I couldn't understand is why the
photographer had left all the pictures on the memory card in this
camera. Maybe, I thought, this was a single purpose camera because a quick
scroll through the pictures suggested that while there were pictures of
others, the main focus of attention was my Harry.

   There were a lot of photos to go through, so I saved them to my laptop
to look at them later.  I wiped the memory card clean and reformatted it. I
then inserted the memory card back into the camera. I knew the pictures
would be safe on my laptop because one of my buds in the security firm I
worked for in New York had put some specialized security programs on the
unit and made sure that my laptop was one of the most secure around.  I
knew that if my computer was lost or stolen and someone found it and tried
to monkey with it, at any attempt to insert the wrong password, the
computer would actually wipe itself clean and fry the hard drive. I turned
my computer off and, knowing that Harry wouldn't return until much later in
the day, I set the camera on the table and headed off to take my shower.
Unfortunately, one can only luxuriate in a shower for so long before
turning into a prune so after having taken my sweet time, I stepped out of
the shower, dried down with one of those great fluffy shower towels and got
dressed in a polo shirt and a pair of khakis.  Then, I placed a call to the
head of the Special Protection Branch.

   "Good morning, this is Deputy Chief Inspector William Ramsay, Assistant
Head of the Special Protection Branch. With whom am I speaking?"
   "Good morning Inspector. This is Lieutenant Keaton Colton, Aide de Camp
to His Royal Highness, Prince Harry."
   "Good morning, Sir. How may I be of assistance to you this morning?"
   "Last night Prince Harry and I had a run in with paparazzi outside of
Bellamy's restaurant as we were leaving.  With the aid of one of the
security staff we got His Royal Highness safely into the car without
incident.  That wasn't the problem.  The problem is that in all the
confusion of getting the Prince into the car, I accidentally made off with
the paparazzi's camera. Since the Prince was having a private dinner and
not attending a public function, I felt it was an invasion of his privacy."
   "Great job getting the Prince to safety; however, I'm not sure where we
sit from a legal stand point.  Let me make a few calls and see what our
next course of action should be and I will ring you back.  I take it you
are at Clarence House?"
   "Actually, I'm at Kensington Palace but I'll give you my mobile because
I may be moving round today." I gave him my number and rang off.

   While I knew that it might take some time before the good Inspector got
back to me, I decided that I would get a workout in.  I haven't had a
proper workout since becoming Harry's ADC well, unless, you count our
little escapades.  I headed into the bedroom, grabbed a gym bag I found at
the bottom of the closet, looked into the chest of drawers and found a
muscle shirt, basketball shorts, and, a jockstrap. Then I went to the
closet to get a pair of gym shoes and stuffed everything into the bag as I
walked back out to the kitchenette to grab my keys and cell
phone. Satisfied that I had everything I would need, I headed off to the
gym.

   Once the car dropped me off at the gym, I went into the locker room,
changed into my workout clothes and hit the weights hard.  After working
out for about an hour or more, I headed back to the locker room and took a
shower.  I finished, dried off and put my clothes back on.  I checked my
phone but no calls had come in yet.  I grabbed my bag and walked out the
door and into the car. I asked the driver to take me back to Kensington
Palace. I had picked up one of the papers lying on the back seat and
started to read a story about Sir Richard Branson's ambitious plan of
starting a colony on Mars. `Damn scary, that man', I thought. I was only
into the second paragraph when my phone started ringing.  I answered it.
   `Keaton here.'
   `Hello Keaton, this is Deputy Chief Inspector Ramsay here'
   "I don't suppose you'd accept being called Bill, would you?"
   "That's an American thing I'm afraid. But please call me, William."
   "Great! So what can I do for you, William?"
   "I spoke with the proper persons and came up with this solution.
Luckily for you by the way, you are in no trouble for doing what you did.
Your main charge is to keep His Royal Highness safe and that is what you
did.  So, what you will have to do is take the camera to the police
department and give them a detailed accounting of what happened last night
and turn over the camera to them.  Take the memory card out of the camera
so the photos don't get out into his `newspaper' and explain to them that
you can't give them the photographs for that reason.'
   `Alright then, I'll take care of that straight away.  Thank you for your
help.'
   I rang off with the Inspector, again picked up the newspaper and
finished reading the Branson story while the car threaded through traffic
on its way back to the apartment.

   Once back in the apartment, I decided to download the pictures to a
flash drive. Once this was done, I rang to have a car ready for me.  I
didn't have to wait very long when the telephone rang and the driver
informed me he was ready. Putting the flash drive in my pocket, grabbing
the camera, I left the apartment, locked the door behind me and headed down
to the car.  I asked the driver to take me to New Scotland Yard.  I got a
chance to finish the paper during the drive. Once we arrived, I asked the
driver if he'd be kind enough to wait which he agreed to do. Once inside
the door, I walked up to the receptionist's desk and asked to speak to
someone.  A few minutes passed and a police officer came out.  I introduced
myself and asked if we could go somewhere more private.  He led me to a
private office where I gave him the camera with the memory card inside and
a detailed accounting of what happened the night before.  Once I had
finished giving him an oral account of the events and the reasons why I
couldn't give the photographs back; he provided me with paper and pen and
asked if I'd be kind enough to give him a written account of the events.  I
wrote them down and when I finished, I left and got back into the car.
Once I comfortably ensconced in the back seat, I had the driver take me
over to the Coutt's bank located at 440 the Strand. Once we arrived at the
bank, I went in and after providing the required proof as to who I was
which really meant a telephone call to the Private Secretary of the Prince
of Wales, I was permitted to open a safety deposit box and used it to store
the flash drive for safe keeping.  My theory was simply that I wanted to be
assured that Harry wouldn't find it and, if by chance or accident my
computer went missing, I would have a copy of the pictures.  After opening
a private checking account and transferring some money from my American
account, I went back to the car. But, before returning to Kensington
Palace, I asked the driver if he take me round to a McDonald's. There was
one further down the Strand and I just had a hankering on for a Big Mac or
two and some fries. I offered the driver something to eat but he kept
insisting that he could not accept my generosity so when I went in the
restaurant, I simply bought double of everything, had it put into two
separate bags and when I got back into the car, I dropped it on the seat
beside him.  He still kept saying he couldn't and I kept saying that I
couldn't eat both. Once back at the Palace, I simply thanked him and opened
my own door to return to the apartment. I hoped he would enjoy my little
gift.

   I turned on the telly to watch some news and then went into the
kitchenette to grab my laptop. I returned to the living room and sat down
on the couch.  I turned on the laptop and signed on.  I wanted to look at
the pictures in more detail.  I slowly scrolled through the pictures.
There were more there than I noticed before.  It seems like this guy had
far more pictures than were needed just for his `newspaper' if you could
call it that.  It seemed like many of the pictures were for his personal
use as well.  Then, I noticed something else that caught my eye.  There was
a video of the Prince and some guy whom I thought was Ryan Lochte but
wasn't sure.  I opened up the video and was, after a few moments,
definitely sure that it was that cute 28 year old American Olympic diver,
Ryan.  Harry was feeding Ryan, but it wasn't food off of a fork, if you
catch my drift.  Then, I noticed another video.  I opened it as well and it
was Harry ramming his cock into Lochte's ass.  Then, there was a third
video of Harry and Ryan.  This time, Harry was being fucked by Ryan.  I
really wanted to ask Harry about these videos but couldn't because he could
not know about the pictures or videos.  Watching these videos definitely
woke up K.J, Jr.

   At this point, I noted the time and shut off my computer.  I figured
that Harry would be returning soon.  As I was placing my computer on a side
table, Harry walked through the apartment door.  I walked over to him and
gave him a huge hug followed by a deep, tongue searching kiss.  This had
been the longest we've been apart since meeting.

   "Well baby, I'm glad you're home.  I missed you terribly.  Hope you had
a good day in training.  What is on the agenda for tonight?"
   "Well, I think I'll have some take away sent along and call it an early
evening," he replied with a wink.
   "I think I like where this is going."
   "Well, you may say that now, but you may not feel that way when I'm
finished abusing your arse later."
   "We shall see about that."
   Our dinner eventually arrived and we ate dinner while watching some
telly.  We relaxed on the couch for a while and then headed off to bed to
have a little fun before drifting off to sleep cuddling.

   To be continued...

   ***Thank you for reading and as always feel free to e-mail comments or
suggestions to my e-mail, brees_fan_kylr@rocketmail.com.  I hope you
enjoyed. ***