Gays of Our Lives: Book 4 (Chapter 76-100)

****Opening Title**************************************************

*hot guy fades into light,

First his sculpted torso and chiseled abs, followed by his pecs, followed by his bulging biceps then finally his gorgeous face, a face created by Angels comes into view.

"Like the hot guy of our dreams so our the Gays of Our Lives"

Hot guy flexes his muscles

*Title sequence fades out

****Scene 1: Eric’s POV**********************

Spare Closet, Buckingham Palace, London, United Kingdom,

Michael and I were in the throes of passion, my face buried between his round bubble butt, when we were interrupted by a knock on the closet door. Michael and I both froze in fear…… I pulled my tongue out of the crack of my husband’s leaking ass. Mike immediately stopped moaning from fear and I laid there waiting for the door to be opened and for us to be found out. Mike put his hand over his mouth but I couldn’t even think clearly to do the same all the blood was swelled up in my throbbing cock at the moment. All we could both do was fear for the worst.

The knocking on the closet door continued. We held our breath and waited to hear the sound of the door handle turning but it didn’t happen. He knew the door was unlocked but he didn’t attempt to turn the door handle he was toying with us. The person on the other side of the door simply kept knocking. With each passing second it seemed to get louder and louder until it finally stopped.

Mike and I waited a few minutes before we opened the closet door to check to see if the coast was clear. When I stuck my head out the door I didn’t see a single person in the well-lit hall. I pulled my head back inside and shut the door lightly.

“Ok baby, I think whoever that was is long gone now.” I sighed, relieved. “And I think we should get back to where we left off.

“Are you sure?” Mike half-smiled, a worried look written on his face.

“Of course I’m sure.” I smiled back. “Babe you’re the one that wanted to do this here in the Queen’s palace. We can’t back out now. Where were we? Oh yeah I was feasting on that delicious ass.”

“Now stop frowning and turn back around.” I ordered as I slapped his ass hard. He groaned a little from the swat on his naked ass.

“Babe that hurt……but it felt so good” He moaned. “Do it again.”

“It would be my pleasure.” I grinned as I slapped Mike’s ass for a second time. His plump ass shook from the vibration. It was a wondrous sight to see. Next I rolled Mike back over and I proceeded to lower my face onto his plump ass. I dug my tongue across his sweaty ass savoring the masculine scents that engulfed the small room. I continued to lick around Mike’s tight puckering hole as I teased it with my tongue. I just couldn’t get enough of that tight ass. I could lay here in this cramped closet for hours eating that delectable little ass of his. Pretty soon we were both moaning….me from feasting on Michael’s wet hole and my husband from me tongue-fucking his tight hole. Good God.

When he begged me to fuck him I flipped him over onto his back. I wasn’t going to fuck him just yet, but I was going to blow him. He sat up on the floor as he watched me lower my head onto his cock. His eyes never left mine as he watched me worship his throbbing cock. I spit on Mike’s cock getting it nice and wet. My lips closed around his cock, sliding up and down his throbbing shaft. I still couldn’t believe I was sucking my husband’s cock in Buckingham Palace.

I slid my tongue up and down his hard shaft. Pretty soon his engorged shaft was drenched in my saliva and glistening in the light. I held that gorgeous cock between my lips savoring for all that it was worth.

His cock tasted salty but I knew from experience that his cum tasted even better. Like an ice-cream cone. As I sucked on my husband’s cock my own member hardened and pulsated in my other hand. Precum leaking onto the Queen’s carpet. The more I sucked on his cock the deeper he plunged it into my mouth. He gently rested his hands on my curly blonde locks.

Michael groaned loudly as flicked my tongue over his cockhead. Taking his huge cock between my lips I tenderly sucked on it. I slurped around his cock, licking the shaft before I plunged it down my throat. I let my tongue slide along the curves and veins in his cock, sucking hard on the bulbous head. Fuck it felt good to suck his cock.

“Mmmmm,”

“Mmmm, mmmmmh, mmmmmm.”

“Oh yeah! Oh Fuck!”

“Oh yeahhhh.”

As I continued to suck Mike’s cock hard I grasped hold of his heavy balls taking them into my hand. I gently squeezed the round orbs in my hand massaging them and paying every bit of attention to them. My work was rewarded most richly as a steady flow of deliciously sweet precum poured down my throat. I slurped up every drop of precum that leaked from Mike’s engorged cock…. By the time he had stopped leaking I had drunk my fill of his sweet precum.

I looked up at Mike with wide eyes. I can’t take it anymore I need to get off. I want to fuck you now.” I grunted. Wrapping my hands around Mike’s waist I rolled him over onto his stomach. I was ready to fuck and I couldn’t wait any longer.

I had to get off……I had to fuck Mike’s ass. I didn’t care that I was in some random broom closet in Buckingham Palace. Fuck.”

****Scene 2: Mike’s POV**********************

Spare room, Buckingham Palace, London,

As I lay down my cock pressed up against the carpet and my stomach I knew very well what was about to happen. First I felt the weight of Eric’s body on top of my own, then I felt him grasp hold of my waist as he pressed the head of his cock against my puckering hole. His huge cock was eager to gain entry to my tight cavern.

I let out a squeal as Eric thrusted forward, slowly pushing his cock past my defenses and into my hole. My hole softened inviting Eric’s thick cock to use it as he wished. And use it he would…

I felt an intense feeling as Eric’s cock filled my insides, opening me up. I threw my head back and moaned. “Oh Eric! Fuck me! Eric chuckled at my words and I knew if my back wasn’t turned to him I would have seen him smirking from ear to ear. Then I felt him swat my ass hard.

“Damn I could fuck your ass for days.” He grunted, thrusting forward

“We don’t have days.” I laughed. “We barely have an hour left before we have to make our way back to the ballroom so we can meet the Queen.

“Oh right.” He groaned.

“Holy FUCK!” I moaned as I felt more and more of Eric’s cock push deep into my insides. Allowing me to adjust to the size of his thick cock, Eric slowly pushed inch after inch of his pink cock deep into my backside. My whole body tensed and shuddered underneath Eric’s weight as he stretched by insides with his dick. Eric leaned into my neck….he gently kissed the along the back of my neck. Moaning into my ears as I felt his warm breath on my neck just as I felt his thick cock pounding away at my hole.

A short while after much pausing, panting, and swearing Eric finally had the entire length of his cock inside me. The inner muscles of my ass massaged and squeezed around the huge throbbing member piercing my insides. The pressure Eric’s cock was putting on hole was making my cock twitch uncontrollably.

Eric’s cock was filling me up completely. It was stretching my insides like never before. For some reason my ass and his cock sensed that we were in a precarious situation. Having been mere seconds from being caught in the act.

Eric rubbed his hard hands against my muscled things gently massaging my backside as he plowed my hole with his schlong. “Oh Fuck, Oh fuck, oh fuck.” I grunted as Eric slowly pulled his hard dick out my ass, only to shove it back in again with a thrust.

“Aurghhhhh! FUCK!” I cried. That was all I could do as Eric plowed away at my butt.

"Oh fuck! Your ass feels amazing!” he roared. “Your ass is squeezing the hell out of my dick…..Holy Fuck….I almost came.”

The small cramped room was soon filled with the sound of grunting and groaning. The sound of Eric’s heavy moaning was music to my ears. Every thrust of Eric’s hard cock against my burning hole only pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

Eric grasped hold of my waist as he turned me over onto my back so that we could look into each other’s eyes as we fucked. My twitching cock bounced wildly between Eric’s stomach and my own as he increased the speed of his breeding of my hole.

I thrusted upwards to meet Eric’s downward thrusts into my leaking hole. I loved the feel of Eric’s thick piece of meat sliding deep inside my well-spent hole. His big heavy balls slapping lewdly against my backside.

Eric lowered his head into my chest as we started kissing. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and I whimpered into his mouth thoroughly enjoying his deep fucking of my hole.

Eric grabbed hold of my back and lifted me up off the floor so that he was holding me as he fucked me…. While I bounced up and down on his dick he began to fuck me nice and hard, ravaging my hole with his thick dick.

I began to moan uncontrollably as Eric wrapped his muscled arms around me holding me tight as he bounced me up and down on his well hung cock. He was spearing me with is rod as our sweaty flesh slapped against the other.

Finally Eric reached his wits end and he let out an almost animalistic moan that I’m sure rocked the entire island of Great Britain to its very core, just as he plunged his sword to the hilt. I felt Eric’s throbbing cock bounce inside my muscled ass as I felt a spurt of his hot seed blast deep within my tight confines. His cock pushed me over the edge and I let out a groan. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh SHIT!” I soon found myself cumming all over Eric’s abs coating them with my cum.

It wasn’t one shot but several as my balls emptied round after round of cum onto Eric and my naked bodies. Thick globs of my seed covered his abs, chest and face. Some of it hit him right in the face. Now isn’t that fucking hot!?’

Even after we had both came, Eric continued his sensual fucking of my hole. Nice and slow thrusts into my aching hole. His cum poured from my hole onto the carpeted floor. As Eric continued to make sweet love to me the fear of being caught by the palace guards or someone else subsided. All I really cared about at that moment was being filled with my husband’s cock and every drop of his warm cum.

Finally when we noticed the time and realized that we had less than ten minutes to make our way back through the maze of rooms back to the ballroom in time to greet the Queen we stopped making love. Eric pulled his cock from my ass and we used whatever we could find to clean ourselves up.

Once we had wiped the sweat and cum from our naked bodies, Eric and I dressed ourselves. Before we exited the closet that seemed to be getting smaller and smaller by the second, Eric turned to me. “What if someone catches us both leaving this little broom closet at the same time?”

“They will know exactly what we were up to in here.” He continued.

“Ok so what do we do?” I gulped.

“How about I leave first, make sure the coast is clear and then you leave a little while after. That way we don’t run into anyone up here.”

“Ok that works.” I smiled as I watched Eric turn the door knob and pull the door open. A few seconds passed not more than a minute before I exited the closet and tried to make my way down the hall. I had barely gotten halfway out the closet. Excuse the pun… When I was stopped by an impeccably dressed man in his early twenties. He was incredibly handsome. Blond hair, blue eyes, perfect teeth….a hunk through and through.

Judging by the insignia and decorations on his clothing he was affiliated with the Royal Air Force and he was a member of the prestigious order of the garter.

He looked me up and down, just as so many had done before. “What are you doing up here in the private apartments? This area isn’t for guests.”

“I got lost, I was trying to find my way to the restroom” I lied.

“Really?” he frowned. He didn’t believe me not even for a second. “There’s a restroom right off the side of the ballroom. This area is off limits…..it is part of the Royal family’s private apartments.”

“Well I didn’t know that.” I mumbled….I was trying desperately to find the right words to get this guy off my back. “I was just looking around. I didn’t know this area was off limits….not like there’s a sign up.”

“And what about that sexy blond that came out of here a minute ago? Did he know?”

“Did he know what?”

“Did he know that this place was off limits?”

“No he didn’t know” I sighed. “He knew just as much as I knew. We were just doing some exploring before the Queen makes her entrance. We had no idea anybody else was up here.”

“So is that why he was fucking you so hard? I’m not familiar with the habits of American men but what does exploring have to do with the pounding of one’s ass.” He grasped hold of my hand pulling it up to his shaved face. He lightly took in the scent.

“Mmmmm,” he grunted. “I can still smell the cum on your delectable hand. I want a taste of that sweet ass too.”

“WHAT THE HELL! Are you talking about?” I cried. Pulling my hand out of his grasp. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Baby you don’t have to be coy. I saw blondie fucking your brains out only a few minutes ago. I saw the look on your face when you first looked at me. You and I both know I’m smoking hot and you are the most gorgeous American I’ve ever seen. So how about you and I have another go at it in that closet.

“I’m not going to do anything with you.” I cried in utter disgust at the very thought of hooking up with some random guy. No matter how hot he was… “I’m married and I’m not going to sleep with you. You have got to be crazy!”

“Buddy why don’t you relax. No need to throw a paddy. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do deep down. You know you want me to fuck you its written all over your cute face. Christ's sake I’ve fucked Italians, Russians, Greeks, Swedes, Arabs, Spaniards, Brazilians, Nigerians and even a few willing Americans and so on but never an American as feisty as you.”

“I’m not sleeping with you!” I yelled out, before I turned around storming off down the hall in search of Eric.

“I’m sure you will be a hot fuck when the time comes.” The handsome Brit roared with laughter. “Don’t worry I’ll go easy on that plump ass at first.” I could still feel his eyes starring me down as I walked away from him. And I could even hear his laughter in the background.

****Scene 3: Narrator’s POV**********************

Ballroom, Buckingham Palace,

When Michael finally made his way back to the ballroom he managed to find Eric and the rest of the gang amongst the crowds of hundreds of guests eager to get a glimpse of the Queen and the King of Etruria.

“Where did you guys get off to?” Kayla laughed upon sighting Eric and Michael walking hand and hand towards them. “We turned the corner and you two were gone.”

“Well um err…about that. We were just.” Mike began to speak. But Eric interrupted him finishing his words.

“We were just doing some exploring. Since we didn’t have time to get the official tour during the day. You know I’d never thought I’d be walking around Buckingham Palace in a freaking dinner jacket.”

“Wait a minute. What’s wrong with your tie?” Kayla questioned.

“Nothing.” Eric replied.

“Yes there is come here so I can fix it.” Kayla giggled reaching her hand to Eric’s neck Kayla adjusted Eric’s tie. Her fingernails dug into his neck as she fidgeted with the fabric of his tie.

“Ow Kayla that hurts.” Eric groaned. “Don’t use your claws on me.”

“Oh stop whining you big baby….There are harder things to moan about then my nails.” Kayla giggled. “And you know you two should really be more careful.”

“Careful about what?” Eric smiled, that innocent little puppy dog look written across his face. He tried to feign innocence.

“You guys can’t fool me I’ve known you too long….You weren’t just exploring the palace. You two probably went somewhere to get off. That has to explain why you guys are sweating bullets and why you two aren’t wearing the ties you came here with.

“We are not.” Eric lied.

“Eric it’s no use denying it.” Haley blurted “We know what you two were up to. And we know what you were doing, or should I say who you were doing.” All of the friends roared in laughter as Eric’s face reddened.

“Can we talk about something else?” James blurted.

“Like what?” Haley retorted, rolling her eyes at James actions. “What would you like to talk about then?

“Well we could start with talking about what we are doing tomorrow night.” James interjected, glaring at Haley. “Like do any of you guys have any plans for tomorrow? There’s some cool places I want to visit here in London tomorrow.”

“Well I hear there’s a One Direction concert happing tomorrow night. And if I’m not mistaken The Chainsmokers are in town this week.” Kevin grinned. “And don’t worry because I’ve already bought us all tickets with VIP backstage passes.

“Way to go Kev,” Jake laughed as he slapped Kevin on the back. Kevin’s news was greeted with cheers from

Suddenly, after what felt like forever but was really only probably about ten or fifteen minutes at most silence fell over the crowd. The Lord Steward dressed in some elaborate garb that hadn’t been worn as regular clothing in close to two hundred years stamped his ceremonial rod on the carpeted floor.

“Most distinguished dignitaries, honorable members of parliament, lords and ladies of the court, and honoured guests may I present. Her Majesty the Queen, accompanied by His Majesty King Christof of Etruria.”

The huge double doors leading into the Palace’s candlelit ballroom were thrown open. Standing in the middle was a small women dressed in a satin white evening gown, a blue sash across her breast, the diamond encrusted order of the Garter glittering on her gown. Mike and his friends looked with warm affection at the small matronly women that reigned but did not rule over countless countries across the globe…..the remnants of the British Empire.

After this guests were escorted up to the Queen to greet her and to be greeted by her. People filed up in a neat line to curtsey or bow to her Britannic majesty.

Finally after waiting for several agonizing minutes it was now are turn to greet the Queen. One after the other we said our hellos to the Queen of England. When it finally came time for me to greet the Queen and thank her for my warm invitation upon our arrival in London.

She recognized me from years before when I visited the United Kingdom with my family when my father had been asked to go to London to work out some Anglo-American trade deals mid 2000s that were an enormous benefit to Chandler Industries.

“Oh, Mister Chandler.” The Queen smiled “It’s been too long. I am pleased to see you here in London once more. I hope you are enjoying your stay and I hope our English weather isn’t too much for you and your friends.”

“Your Majesty, I assure you this English weather is most agreeable. Besides my friends and I needed a break from university so we thought a trip to Europe would be perfect”

“Oh my cousin’s son Lord Wilton is right around your age. He just started university as well and I think that’s him walking up now. I’ll introduce you.

Michael’s mouth dropped open when he saw Lord Wilton….It was the very same guy who he had run into in the hall outside that broom closet only a few minutes earlier. The very same guy who had been busting his balls about screwing his husband in the Queen’s broom closet.

“Mister Chandler may I present his grace, Lord Wilton.” The Queen smiled, waving her hand in the air.

“Your Majesty I do believe Mister Chandler and I have already met.” Lord Wilton grinned, flashing Michael a shit eating grin.

“Really? When?” the Queen cried.

“Oh only a short while ago actually.” Lord Wilton continued. “I got to know him a little bit. But I hope to get to know him even more while he’s here in London.”

“Wonderful.” The Queen beamed. “Well then you must know that Lord Wilton is heir to one of the oldest families in England, the Hastings. In fact one day he’ll be the Duke of Wiltshire.”

“The only scion of a vast fortune equal to your own.” Lord Wilton replied leaning into whisper into my ear.

“I mean the Chandler fortune is a tad bit larger if I’m not mistaken.” I retorted. “But equal in status I suppose we must be minus the title of course.”

“That could always change. I’m sure you know titles in England are as common here in England as they are uncommon in the States.” Lord Wilton quipped in his lowered voice so only I could hear him.

“I’m pleased you two have become acquainted because if I’m not mistaken the Lord Steward’s seating chart places you and Lord Wilton right beside each other. I’m sure you two have much to discuss. Young men your age always do.”

“Much, your majesty.” Lord Wilton smiled, licking his lips as he followed me to the dinner table.

****Scene 4: Charlotte’s POV**********************

Ballroom, Buckingham Palace,

The ballroom of Buckingham Palace was truly a sight to behold. Even as the daughter of a prominent politician I had never seen such magnificence. The huge ballroom glowed from the light of a thousand candles. The entire room was like a sea of wealth. Men and women dressed in clothing, and jewelry more expensive than some people’s houses. The men in attendance were dressed in dinner jackets, military uniforms, and so forth.

Meanwhile their female companions were dressed in every colour of the rainbow. Their necks dripping with jewels and diamonds. It was so luxurious…… So lavish. But I guess that’s what you get when you dine with royals. I could barely believe I was here. In Buckingham Palace about to sit down to a lavish state dinner in honour of visiting King of someone country I’d never heard of before.

The Table was draped in elegant white linen with elaborate embroidery. Priceless china, expensive silver, glittering crystal and so forth decorated the table. Each seat was marked with menu cards; stationery of only the finest quality. Each card featured a person’s name with the royal arms of the United Kingdom embossed in gold on the top.

The food complemented the expensive dinnerware most excellently. I’m told that there were in total eleven courses, consisting of Chicken consommé, fried puff pastries stuffed with pureed foie gras, spit-roasted roebuck, Lobster served with Béchamel sauce, White Asparagus served with Hollandaise sauce, vanilla ice cream served with mixed fruits, pastries served with tea. It looked good enough to have seconds and seconds I had.

The seating arrangements seemed to work for everyone. All of us managed to be place next to each other. I next to Haley, and James next to her. Kayla beside Kevin, and Jake beside him. Eric next to Mike. And Mike next to this devastatingly handsome man who I was dying to get to know. Hopefully I would get to know him during the course of the night.

“Michael who’s the handsome guy sitting next to you.” I whispered trying to be as discreet as possible so has to not be overheard.

“Charlotte trust me you don’t even want to know.” Michael whispered back rolling his eyes. “He’s not what you expect."

“What is that supposed to mean?”

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