Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2005 15:56:44 -0400
From: joseph green <grassofhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay/young friends/Royaled Off part 5

Chapter Five - Upward Bound

We only had minutes to wait for our plain.  The sky captain approached my
friend and said something that I can never forget.  She bent at the said...
and said,... "Prince Alex, would you follow me."

Prince?  Did she say prince?  What the hell is going on.  The he took me by
the hand and asked if I could sit in first class with him seeing how we were
going to the same place.  She reluctantly agreed.  The man who had sat in
the far corner of he terminal had changed shirts and was following us
closely.  He had a briefcase chained to his wrist and ware sunglasses
indoors.  He was seated behind us and Alex...Prince Alex asked for a few
blankets.  Before we were off the ground he had his hand in my fly and was
playing with my dick.

Once in the air he told me to leave my dick out and he would do the same.
We had them covered with the airline blankets and he was sure that would be
fine.  We ordered drinks and got good and drunk before we got off the plain.
  About half way into the drinking session the hostage handed him a fax.
The man behind us took it from her hand and then passed it to Alex.

He bent to me and whispered, "The boy in the urinal we played with, he's
dieses free and staying one islands over. We need to get him in bed with us
soon."

I asked, "Do you do this with everyone you make love to?"

He reached for a pair of sun glasses and a small sheiks turban and answered.
  "I do have everyone checked out for diseases and, my well hung friend,
that was not making love.  That was just some fun to pass time.  What we do
tonight will be making love."

He fitted the plain white scarf on his head and fixed it in place loosely
with a black and white braided chord. He opened another fax with my name on
it. James Dylan Wayne was written across the top and I opened it to read.
Height was right.  General description was right.  I was also free of
diseases and had a genetic disposition for high blood pressure.  That was
new.  The second page had a photo of me in my seventh grade tournament and
another of me in the locker room naked.  I was surprised to see that and
said so.  Then the description read: J. D. Wayne is a good natured male with
a strong education in math, good posture a chronic masturbator and may be
bisexual.

"What the hell did they have to print that.  Besides what make it chronic.
Once a day, twice a day, what?"

"Don't worried.  It says the same thing in mine and even worse."

He handed me a pair of dark sunglasses and slipped is hand back down my
shorts.  I returned the favor only to find he was already hard.  The man
behind us closed the curtain around us for privacy and ordered us two more
drinks.

My curiosity was getting the better of me and I just had to ask.  "Are you a
real prince and of shat country?"

"I am third inline to the throne but I don't want to tell you which country,
besides you Americans only know countries that Survivor is shot in.  Let me
just say that my father is kink.  I am third in line to the thrown and my
mother is one of three wives.  She and one other wife were from the States.
My father was educated in the states and so am I.  That's all you need to
know."

I rolled his hard head between my forefinger and thumb and asked, "So what
do I call you?  Prince?  Alex? Al?"

"You call me `Your Highness".   Never refer to me as anything else!" He then
grinned and began stroking my rod again.  The covers were falling off but
the curtain was closed so I didn't care.  HE bent to kiss the head and
whispered to me, "When we are absolutely alone you can cal me fuck-buddy,
bustard-child, or fagot.  I don't care.  Just in public it must be Your
Highness!"

I noticed the man behind us looking at my manhood and alex was working his
way back down to lickit a while.  He was treating it like an all day sucker
and the head was getting darker purple every hour or so.  I leaned my seat
back to let the man behind us got a better look. He lowered his galsses and
winked at me.  Alex was going slowly; painfully slow.  I was ready to cum
again but he was in no hurry.

I reached inside my pants to my cock root that hid behind my scrotum.  I
began rubbing that hoping to get off sooner.  I did.  I shook violently and
bit down on the blanket to muffle the noise of my pleasure.  It felt like I
could have shot buckets of white sticky stuff for hours but Alex told me I
had only managed to unload once.  The rest were dry.  My well was running
empty and my balls began to ache.  He continued to suck and I asked him to
stop.  He refused.  He continued to suck and lick slowly.  It was only a
forty five minute flight but it felt like we had been up here for ever.  I
was now sweating from my upper lip and from under my arms.  I had both
blankets balled up in my face and was banging my head against the first
class headrest. The man behind us slowly rubbed my shoulders to calm me down
but I was so far gone into this sexual Nederland that he only stimulated me
more.

My balls had disappeared up into my body and my shaft was on fire with
pleasure.  I found that I was drooling some into the blankets and was only
saved by the seat belt sign coming on and eh announcement that the hostess
would be coming by to check out seat belts.

We quickly put away our Pride and zipped up.  The man behind us was also
sweating and needed to get relief somehow.

The flight attendant asked to open the curtain and the man behind us did it
for her.  Alex appeared normal.  I was out of breath, flushed and moist from
my socks to my scalp.  My under shorts...Alex's under shorts were drenched.

When we landed Alex handed me the phone built into the arm rest and pointed
to the page in my folder that had Franks home phone number .  He told me to
have him cancel my room that I had already met someone and would be staying
with them.  When I did Frank informed me that he had a basket of fruit and a
fruity-guy waiting for me.  I gave him Alex's address and they were to be
transferred.