Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2013 22:08:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Kyle Frank <brees_fan_kylr@rocketmail.com>
Subject: My Life with Prince Harry Chapter 8

My Life with Prince Harry: Chapter 8

Kyle Frank <brees_fan_kylr@rocketmail.com>

Please note I don't know Prince Harry personally or know his 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.


After grabbing a quick bite, you guessed it, at McDonald's; we went back to
Kensington Palace to get ready for the charity concert.  Once we were
safely inside the door, I swung my prince around and held him in a bear
hug. If we were fighting he would probably have quickly snapped his head
forward and broke my nose but, instead, he moved his head forward and
gently kissed me on the end of the nose.

"Is there a reason why you have me all trussed up", he asks with a slight
grin.

"The better to ravish you says the big bad wolf", I replied looking into
his beautiful eyes.

"Errrrrr! We could have a slight problem then, don't you think?"

"I don't know about a problem at the moment since you can't offer any
resistance."

"Who says I want to, Mr. big bad wolf. But, you realize of course, that so
long as you have me in this bear hug, you can't ravish me and I think that
would be a real shame", he said in a sudden fit of laughter.

I loosened my arms and moved them up to where I had them around his
neck. "Do you think I could get on with the ravishing now?"

"Oh, by all means", he cooed leaning in for a kiss.

The last words out of my mouth before they were sealed by my prince's lips
were "floor, couch, bed, bath or shower?"

Well, it was Harry who actually chose the shower.  I'm not a bath man.  As
long as there's running hot water, I'm a shower man. Harry, on the other
hand, periodically loves to lie about and luxuriate in a bath.  Harry once
told me, while he was soaking in a bath of course, that there are stories
told of the great Winston Churchill who would periodically take to his
bath.  He is supposed to have a great sheet wrapped around him and over the
bath to keep in the heat and a little sort of table laid over the bath in
front of him.  It is said that he would often read his correspondence or
write some of his wartime speeches in the bath while shriveling to a prune.
One of the stories is that while he was getting out of his bath, President
Roosevelt walked in on him.  And, Churchill being Churchill is supposed to
have looked at the President and said "You see I have nothing to hide."

Well, while I cannot say that I yet know all of Harry's secrets, I'm pretty
convinced that Harry's never going to write any speeches while lying about
in his bath but he might very well draw a bath so that he can soak out all
the aches and pains as a result of one of those polo matches of his.  But
to my North American way of thinking, there's simply nothing quite like two
people sharing and fucking in a lovely hot shower wrapped in an envelope of
steam.

And play we did only while I had started off with the intention of
ravishing his ass, the tables had somehow been turned. After he had fucked
my poor ass, not once but twice, we were standing with me finally ending up
behind him holding him to me with his head resting on my shoulder, when he
started on renovations. Now I ask you, who in their right freakin' mind,
just when you are about to get the ramming of your life turns off the
charge by raising that all important matter of renovations?

"Fuck, Harry", I barked. "What bloody renovations are we talking about here
and is this the proper moment?" I asked now feeling my once rigid cock
slowly deflating.  Trying to recapture the moment, I lowered my head like
the pouncing vampire to latch onto that big throbbing vein in his neck.

`Hmmmmm", he purred. "If you're going to be permanent around here, we're
going to have to have some renovations done just as soon as Will and
Catherine's new digs are ready."

And, wouldn't you know it?  The gods of whatever were definitely against me
getting my nut because just as I felt my almighty sword rising to the
occasion and I was lining it up to drive it into that warm sheath which is
Harry's delicious ass, didn't the second deflating moment come along.

"Aaahem. Everything is ready, Sir", came the definitely masculine voice on
the other side of the partially opened bathroom door. When we walked into
the residence I was quite sure there had been no-one else.  As far as I
knew, we were supposed to be alone.  Why close and lock doors?  Only, it
seemed we weren't alone after all.

"What the ...?" I asked Harry who had straightened up and turned to give me
a kiss on the cheek.

"Time to go Mr. big bad woof.  No nooky for you today.  Maybe later", he
laughed stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel.

What choice, I ask you.  What choice did I have but to turn off the water
and follow him?

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I followed Harry into the bedroom only to
face not only Harry but another man who stood near the door.

Harry walked over to the man, and then turned to me. "Keaton, I would like
you to meet Tristan.  He's Welsh but I never hold that against him."

"Hi Tristan", I said stepping up to the younger man and shaking his hand.

"Tristan works for my father but he comes over to look after me when I have
these events to attend.

"Where do you come from in Wales, Tristan?" I asked.

"From Aberystwyth, Sir," was the reply wrapped in a rather thick accent.

"Hmmmmmmm, that's on Cardigan Bay isn't it?"  I asked studying the younger
man's face.

"Why, yes Sir.  Have you ever been there?"

"Actually, I had dinner there once.  A friend of mine who was serving in
the Royal Marines came from Cardiff.  He once took me on a camping holiday
in the Snowdonia National Park.  One afternoon after I became so fed up
with his cooking skills we walked out and drove to the Castle Hotel in
Aberystwyth.  It being cold and damp, we stayed there two nights before
going back to the Park."

I was so interested in talking with this chap that I hadn't realized that
as we chatted, Harry was just standing there watching the two of us until
he decided to jump into the conversation at my expense.

"You had better be careful Tristan, this here is the Big bad woof." said
the Prince with a low chuckle.  It didn't seem to bother Harry or, for that
matter Tristan, that Harry was standing in the middle of the room drying
off with no concern at all that his big bits and pieces were on display.
If I were the jealous type, I might have reached the conclusion that there
was some kind of personal history between these two.

It was Tristan who shook me out of my thought process as he handed Harry
some piece of clothing.

"Would that be woof as in Lupo or wolf as in fangs, Sir", asked the
gentleman's servant not missing a beat as he now busied himself helping
Harry put in his cufflinks.

"Well he started out as the big bad wolf earlier this afternoon but ended
up as the big disappointed woof before we were so rudely interrupted."
laughed the Prince as he sat on the end of the bed to tie his shoes.

Being the professional he was, and after helping Harry to tie his bow tie,
he calmly walked over to me and began giving me a hand dressing as
well. "Sorry to have interrupted, Sir. But this evening you have a schedule
to keep."

"What's a Lupo?" I asked looking at the two with a frown.

"Oh! That's right.  You haven't met him yet." quipped Harry.  "He's just
the most important little sod in Will and Kate's household."

"What's he talking about?" I asked now addressing myself to Tristan.

"Ah, yes, Sir. I can see you have not had the pleasure of meeting him.
Lupo is the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge's newly acquired black cocker
spaniel. He's cute, cuddly and furry.  Don't you think Lupo and the big bad
woof will get along, Sir?" he asked addressing Harry while straightening my
bow tie. "From the little I've seen, he might even be the same breed", said
the man-servant muttering in reference to Keaton's body hair as he started
moving around the room picking up after us.

"Tristan, Tristan. Yes! He's big, cuddly and hairy.  But, unfortunately,
he's spoken for and I'm working on house training him", replied the Prince
as he fiddled with his red hair in front of the mirror.  As I watched him
wrestle with his mop, I promised myself that I would buy him a comb but I'm
sure, even if I did, he'd have no idea what to do with it.

"I'm sure, Sir, that if you need a little help in the house training,
you'll call on me", Tristan said as he continued moving around the bedroom
picking up our discarded clothes and wet towels.

"Did I just hear what I thought I heard?" I asked Harry as I followed him
out of the bedroom into the sitting room.

"That depends on what you think you heard?" quipped Harry.

"I stopped in the center of the room, put my hands on my hips. "I think I
was just called a dog and the footman or whatever the hell he is just
offered us a threesome."

Harry turned towards me.  The expression on his face hardened somewhat.  He
wasn't mad but I could tell I was going to be told off. "That footman or
whatever he is, as you call him", he said, "is a household man servant who
was hired after he retired from the military to assist Wills and me.
Tristan is bloody good at what he does and Wills and I couldn't do without
him.  He's going on 32 but looks younger and because you couldn't see it, I
just want you to know that as a member of the Welsh Guards, of which my
father has served as Royal Colonel since 1975, he lost part of his leg in
Afghanistan to an improvised explosive device. And, in case you're still
wondering.  Yes, he's gay.  Did I answer all your questions?"

"You missed the explanation of the dog." I replied rather sheepishly as I
looked over to Tristan who seemed as shocked as I was over Harry's
outburst.

But Harry is just Harry.  He might always try to appear every inch the
soldier but when it comes to those serving, he is their strongest defender.
To take the sting out of his rebuke, he walking over to me and gave me a
brushing kiss on the lips as he passed me by on his way to the door,
"Besides, Tristan's right", he said looking over his shoulder towards the
bedroom door at Tristan, "you make a lovely woof and I am so happy you're
my woof." He moved just fast enough to escape my clutches as I reached for
him.

"Do you know if Catherine is ready, Tristan?" he called out to the man
servant carrying on as if the little incident of just moments ago had never
happened.  As far as Harry was concerned I had stepped out of line and he
had let me know that he valued those who served him.  As for Tristan, he
just seemed to take everything in stride.

"I shall call over and let her know you are on your way, Sir," came the
reply as Tristan appeared from the bedroom.

As I started to follow Harry I made a detour to where Tristan was standing
in the doorway and bent my head a little to give him a peck on the cheek,
"I'm sorry for insulting you. We'll have to talk about this help you've
offered."

"I took no offense, Sir. And as for the help I offered, I am always at His
Royal Highness's service, Sir." came the cheeky reply.  Gawd, I thought,
that man has a smile that would make butter melt in your mouth.  I surmised
that, in his own way, Tristan was telling me that nothing whatsoever was
going to happen unless Harry said so and I was happy with that.

I followed my Prince out the door but just before I closed the door behind
me, I stopped and looked at him. "Cut the Sir stuff, Tristan. Harry's the
Sir.  Me, I'm just like you, so please call me Keaton."

Before Tristan could respond, I closed the door to follow my Prince.

Meeting Catherine, the Duchess of Cambridge was really special.  She is
just such a beautiful and very down to earth person.  There certainly is no
question in my mind that this Lady, with a capitol "L", has won the hearts
of the world simply because of the way she can make you so comfortable.  I,
when everything boils down, I'm only a bodyguard.  If she knows anything at
all about the lover part, she never let on.  To her, I was a guest in her
temporary home and while the maid assisted her to make sure everything was
in its proper place, she chatted to the two of us as if we were long lost
friends.  Well, Harry was her brother-in-law for heaven's sake but me?

Harry told her all about the visit with his Granddad and my possibly having
a future retirement home somewhere in the Indian Ocean.  They both got a
laugh out of it but Harry quickly following on the heels of a comment made
by Catherine who did recommend that I do my homework because, as she said,
one of these days, when I meet the old Duke again, he'll ask.  And, as she
pointed out, once is fine but committing the same mistake a second time
would definitely send my stock down in the old Duke's scale of things.

Harry, taking advantage of the situation, just couldn't let it go. In his
hysterics, he made reference to the fact that the Chagos Archipelago, of
which Diego Garcia is a part, gets an average of 100 inches of rain a year
but unlike my homeland, he told me that I should pack my wellies rather
than my skates because January is the wettest month of the year over there.
Did I ever mention that Harry was not the brightest candle in school?  He
did well but he's never been overly scholastical because his first love,
ever since he was knee high to a grasshopper, has always been the military.
But, what I don't get is how he can pull all the most useless and
unimportant information imaginable right out of the air and slap you in the
head with it.

While those two were laughing their fool heads off and I stood looking like
a beet at the height of the growing season, one of the gentlemen (I swear,
there are more invisible servants in the Royal Service than physical
beings) opened the door and in loped the baby of this royal household.
Lupo, the wolf in Italian, is anything but.  Here we are both of us
standing around in tuxedos and Kate in a beautiful powder blue ball gown,
and Lupo the wolf wants to play.  Actually, if I were wearing jeans at the
time, I would have fallen to the floor and rolled around with him.  Gawd,
he's beautiful with his midnight black coat.  Black on black isn't a
problem but, had Kate and Wills decided on a Samoyed, we'd have been trying
to get the white hair off our tuxes for hours.  Fortunately, someone
distracted Lupo with a dog treat and off he went.  At the appointed time,
remembering that everything runs according to specific timetables, a
footman informed us that the car was ready.

Well, the car was indeed ready but so too were the two additional vehicles
and the motorcycle outrider.  This time the three of us were in the back of
the car with the driver and one PPO up front and two cars following.  On
the short trip to the Royal Albert Hall, the Prince and I discussed the
purpose of this evening's charitable event but, in reality, there was not
so much of a discussion as there was a lecture by Harry.  He outlined in
the broadest terms what he was going to say to the press while, as he was
talking, Catherine embellished the lecture with little tidbits of added
information.  She also made it very clear that she would leave everything
about the press to Harry.  I let the PPO in front know that it was her job
to get Catherine into a sheltered environment while I would stay with Harry
as he took on the press corps before entering the Hall.

From the briefing notes and discussions with staff I had always assumed,
because they have a common household staff with the Prince of Wales, that
the brothers had mutual interests and to some extent they do.  And yet,
this particular concert was being held in aid of the Tusk Trust which is a
Prince William charity and Sentebale which is a Prince Harry charity.  What
I didn't know, or pick up from the briefing notes, is that all of the
interests and patronages of the Royal brothers are under one umbrella
called "the Princes Charities Forum".  This is an initiative started by
Prince William and Prince Harry in 2006 as a way of bringing together their
charitable interests to develop synergies between the 20 or so
organizations they support.  Bloody hell, I support one or two charities on
a personal basis, I cannot imagine how they find the time with one flying
Search & Rescue missions off the coast of Wales and the other in training
to fly Apache helicopters to support 20 or so.  Harry looked at me with a
twinkle in his eye and politely informed me that he and his brother had a
very light load to carry.  He then went on to inform me that his late Great
Grandmother, Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother, supported or lent her name
to over 340, give or take a few, charities together with a number of
Regiments over the course of her long lifetime.

As if he planned it to end on that note the car turned onto Kensington Gore
and came to a stop at the bottom of the red carpet.  Gentlemen stepped up
on both sides of the car, to open the doors.  The PPO for Catherine was out
of her seat in a flash and stood by as the smiling Duchess exited to loud
cheers and thunderous applause.  She turned towards the waiting crowds but,
if she had the intention of doing a walk-about, that wasn't going to happen
as the PPO steered her toward the doors leading to the lobby area and those
waiting to greet her.  But she did turn and waved to the cheering crowd.
Not forgetting the people watching through the battery of cameras, she
turned and waved to them too as she was slowly but intently guided to the
lobby area.

Harry exited next with me directly behind him.  He, too, waved to the crowd
and at the first sound of the word "Sir?" Harry walked cautiously towards
the waiting bank of press reporters.

Actually the impromptu press conference went along quite well.  The
reporters were respectful and Harry answered all the questions put to him
about the work of the Tusk Trust and Sentebale.  I had periodically glanced
over at the door and when I saw Meredith Ogilvie Thompson, the Executive
Director of the Tusk Trust and Cathy Ferrier, the newly appointed Chief
Executive Officer of Sentebale step outside, I knew it was time to go.  And
just as I was about to lead the Prince off, at that moment the question
came.

What I thought was last question came from a reporter from the ABC News, It
really summed up what Harry had been saying about his and his brother's
support for their African projects. The reporter asked, "Has Sentebale
become your mission, Sir?"

Harry was being purely Harry when he replied, "Sentebale will be around for
the rest of my life unless something drastic happens to me.  But my mission
is to continue that for as long as I can for the children of Lesotho."

Harry then turned to the group of reporters and cameramen and simply said
"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen."

It was at that moment that the reporter waiting for his opening took it,
"Sir, can you tell us if any of your security people snatched a camera
recently?"

"I don't know anything about a camera", replied Harry truthfully.  As much
as I tried to disengage him and begin moving him towards the entrance, he
stood firm waiting for the next part of the question.

"They say, Sir, that there were some pretty incriminating photos on that
camera.  Some might even call them risqué.  Do you know where the camera
and its film are now?"

During the time the young reporter was asking his question I leaned in and
whispered into Harry's ear that the camera had accidentally fallen into the
car as he was getting into it and that it had been turned over to the
Police.

Harry, not wanting the press to draw anything from the camera incident that
might detract from the charity event, but at the same time wanting the
press to know that he was not going to be intimidated by them, calmly
looked directly into the young reporter's eyes while everyone else waited
on his every word.

He responded with, "I do not know who `they' are", he said emphasizing the
word "they".  "But again", he went on, "I can confirm for you that I,
personally, do not know anything about a camera but if I did which I do
not, I would have turned it over to the police and ensured it was returned
to its rightful owner."

One thing you have to know about Harry.  He, like his brother, is well
aware of the hazing the press gave their deceased mother.  As the two young
Princes mature, they are slowly becoming more comfortable in their
relationships with the press.  It is well known, even by the members of the
press, that Harry keeps a mental list of those reporters who annoyed him.
The very fact that he did not brush the reporter off indicated that there
was no question in anyone's mind that this chap was going on to that list.

Then turning away from the young reporter but turning to the remainder of
the press corps, he again thanked them for their interest in the Tusk Trust
and Sentebale.

I did not give that particular reporter or anyone else, for that matter,
the opportunity to ask any more questions because I immediately ushered
Harry across the way to greet Meredith and Cathy.  After Harry made his way
down the line and the introductions including that of Bahlakoana Manyanye,
the newly appointed Executive Director of Sentebale in Lesotho who had
flown in for this event, the Prince and the Duchess of Cambridge were shown
to the Royal Box.  After the Anthem was played, there was a thunderous
applause by the over 5,000 people in attendance and the show got underway.



After the show, we quickly headed to the car, as I didn't want to have a
repeat performance of the question from the "reporter" from earlier that
evening.  Catherine's PPO ushered her quickly to the car.  But, of course
Harry being Harry, he had attempted to stop to answer some questions from
the gaggle of reporters that had gathered outside.  Harry had attempted to
answer some of the questions.  But, I had intervened by saying, "Prince
Harry will not be answering anymore questions tonight.  Thank you all for
coming tonight."  With that, I placed my hand on Harry's back and ushered
him into the car.  Once we were safely in the car we headed off to drop off
Catherine and head back home.

We arrived at Catherine's home and we said our good byes and she and her
PPO exited the car.  Once we were certain that she was safely inside, the
car took off again heading to our home.  Since we were still not alone in
the back of the car, we sat in silence until we arrived home.

Once we were safely in our apartment, I made sure to lock the door as to
not be disturbed like we were earlier.

I walked to where Harry had been sitting on the couch and said to him,
"Remember your question earlier about renovations.  Well, let's get that
out of the way before I ravish your hot little body.  I'm quite frankly a
little horned up from seeing you in that little monkey suit all evening and
don't want to be interrupted like earlier."

"Okay," replied Harry.

"Well, the first thing I'd like to suggest is a larger freestanding shower
with large rain shower heads on each end, the sprays that are set around
the walls, and, a steam setting.  Also, I want the large rain head in the
middle of the top, and, a couple of handheld showerheads with different
massage settings on them.  I have always had that to be my dream shower.
That way it would be luxurious and give us some more room to be able to
have some fun in."

"Done," he replied

"Secondly, I want a large claw foot bathtub that we both can fit into since
I know you love to soak in a tub for whatever reason I still have yet to
figure out."

"Done."

"Thirdly, I want a large walk in closet.  This trying to find something to
wear in this closet isn't any fun.  I want to be able to peruse everything
at one time."

"Done.  Anything else you want princess?"

"Hmmmm... first you call me a dog and now I'm a princess?  Is there
anything else you want to call me?"

"Well, you are sounding a bit princess like at the moment."

"Well, since you have mentioned it, I want to have a California king sized
four poster bed.  I have always wanted one of those and think it will fit
beautifully in the bedroom.  Lastly, I might want a little larger kitchen
space.  I love to cook and would like to have some place that I can do that
for you.  Preferentially with state of the art stove and refrigerator."

"Done."

"If I come up with anything further I will let you know.  Can we get on
with the ravishing now?"

"Let me write these down and forward them to the proper persons."

Harry walks over to the desk and writes down my suggestions for our
renovations for our digs once the Duke's and Duchess's new digs are ready
for them.

Once he is finished writing, I walk over to the desk, spin him around and
lock lips with him.

To be continued.