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...
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