A Handsome Prince From the Kingdom of Horny

“Holy shit!  This man knows what he’s doing!”

My thoughts kept going, even though my body felt like every bone in it had melted.  “I now know the difference between being fucked, and being made love to.  It’s unreal how they can be so completely alike, and yet be so drastically different.”

The tenderness he had displayed when he started moving in me had overwhelmed me.  He moved so slowly that it felt like it took forever for him to fully enter me, and then he took just as long to withdraw—and he withdrew fully each time, rubbing his cock around my ass before starting to slowly fill me again.  I was frantic with longing every time he pulled out of me.  I needed that feeling of fullness.

The sensations, and emotions, built with every movement he made, and I began to wonder if I could die of sheer feeling…then the sensations built more, and I couldn’t even think.  All I could do was feel.

He started to withdraw when he felt my balls tightening, and knew I was about to release.  Somehow I knew what he was thinking and I wrapped my legs around him to keep his gorgeous cock in me.  I locked my feet together, holding him inside of me, and thought, “I could stay like this forever.”  I gazed into his beautiful eyes. 

Without really realizing I was speaking, I whispered, “I wish there wasn’t a world out there.  It would be wonderful if there was just you and me, just like this for the rest of eternity.”

He wrapped my arms around his neck, nibbled on my ear for a minute, and then slipped his hands under my butt.  He picked me up off the bathroom counter, and started to walk toward the bedroom.  My legs were still wrapped around him and his cock still in me. 

He whispered in my ear, “My turn, handsome.  I need to feel you inside of me.”

We just laid there for a moment as he casually played with my cock.  I started to get turned on—well, more turned on—and was getting ready to make love to him, when he said, “Before we start playing again, I want to find out more about you.  What’s your deepest, darkest fantasy?  I mean the one that you have never told anyone, but have jacked off to the most.  I want to fulfill that fantasy for you tonight, no matter how strange you might think it is.”

I flipped over, put my arms on his chest, and laid my head on my arms, looking at him.  “Babe, I’ve had fantasies of your moustache since I first saw you.  I dreamed about that flattop on my balls.  You’ve been my biggest fantasy, my greatest fetish, ever since I first laid eyes on you.  I can’t believe that I’m laying here with my head on the hairy chest of a man that surpasses any fantasy I’ve ever had.  I never dreamed that a man could ever have eyes like you do.  I’ve never imagined that I could experience what I’m experiencing tonight, much less with a man who exceeds my wildest dreams.”

I couldn’t believe it when he actually blushed.  Then tears filled his eyes—and mine.

“That’s so sweet, handsome, but tell me about things you dreamed about before meeting me.”

“I’ll try to think of something, but right now, all I can think about is what your hand is doing to my cock, and wondering when I’m going to get to feel your moustache brushing against it.”

He gave me a real evil grin, and moved away from me.  “There!  No more distractions!”

I moved so that I was lying against him again, and said, “Distract away!”

“I’ll make a deal with you.  You’ll feel my moustache on your cock as soon as you tell me three of your fantasies.  Until I hear those, you’re just going to have to make due with your imagination.”

“Deal!”

He reached over me, and picked up his pipe off the nightstand.  “Do you mind?” he asked.

“Of course not.”  He lit the pipe, and just sat there staring at me, and I looked at him.

He put the lit pipe in my mouth, and said, “I’m looking forward to this, but feed me some smoke before you start.”  He waited while I took a deep draw on the pipe, and then bent down so I could surrender the smoke to him.  We kissed a bit, and then he pulled away slightly.  He started flicking my new pencil-thin moustache with his tongue, as he let the smoke out.

We started exploring each other, but with patience—almost like an archeologist, unearthing buried treasure.  Each freckle was something to celebrate.  The way his chest hair whirled around his nipple was something to explore.  The responsiveness of his nipples needed to be tested.  The way he shuddered when I nibbled on his earlobe needed to be studied.  The velvety smoothness of the knob of his dick (and the crevice under it) needed examination—with my tongue.  The softness of his eyebrows, the length of his eyelashes needed close scrutiny.  The shape of his toes needed to be looked at…and I couldn’t help but suck on them a bit.  I analyzed the springiness, and coarseness, of his pubic hair.  I had to test the abrasiveness of his beard, and see how it felt on my cock.  I needed to know how the bristly hair of his short flattop felt on my balls…

My libido had returned with forced, and I was ready to try to please him as much as he had pleased me.

It hurt when he said, “Enough of that.  Story time!  Tell me your fantasies.” 

I didn’t wanna tell a story, I wanted to make love to him!

I knew I had made a deal with him though, so I thought for a moment, wondering if I had the nerve to tell him about my fantasies. I smiled when an idea hit me.

“Oh, you want a story?  I’ll tell you a story.”

“Oh, I like the look of that smile. You're going to tell me something really naughty, aren't you?”

I got on my hands and knees, and placed myself between his legs, propping my arms on either side of his torso so that I was looking up at him. He crossed his legs over me, and put his arms on my shoulders. I cleared my throat (I still don't know if I cleared my throat because I needed to, or if I was trying to be theatrical).

I started. “Once upon a time a handsome prince from the Kingdom of Horny got bored while sitting around the castle and decide to go explore the deep, dark woods that surrounded the castle. He hoped to find some adventure.”

“He whistled as he walked out. Somehow, he knew it was going to be a good day.”

I reached up and rubbed a hand over his flattop, and kept talking. “The first thing the handsome prince found interesting was a patch of grass the was cut perfectly even. He stopped to enjoy the velvety smoothness. He sat down, and rubbed his hands over the grass, and really liked the way it felt.”

I rubbed my hand around on one side of his flattop, and then moved my hands to the center of his horseshoe. The smoothness of his scalp sent shivers running down my spine. I thought, “Damn, that feels good. I’m beginning to understand his fascination with short hair.”

I didn’t let my thoughts stop my story though. “The prince wandered about a bit. But alas, as he wondered around, he was dismayed to discover that someone had taken all the grass away. There was nothing but smoothness where he was standing. He couldn’t figure out why there was no more grass to walk in. It made him very sad.  Then he looked up, and a big smile spread over his face. There was more velvety smoothness just a few steps ahead. He walked over and enjoy the feel of the grass on the other side of the bald spot.”

I slid my finger down his forehead on onto his nose. “After enjoying the smoothness of the grass a while, he decided to see what else he could find that was interesting. He passed through an area that was smooth, and suddenly found himself sliding down a slope.”

My hand slid down his nose and traveled to his moustache, where I enjoyed the bristly feel. I thought, “Damn, I’ve never liked the look of a pencil-thin moustache, but it’s sexy as hell on this man.” I think I moaned just a bit as I touched it.

“The slope disappeared, and he flew through the air and landed in an area filled with dark, bristly things. He rubbed his hands around it a bit, trying to figure out where he was and puzzled over what this bristly stuff was. It made a pattern, and the handsome prince thought it was put there by design. He decided it must be some strange pattern the royal gardeners had put out, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. He climbed back up to higher ground to see if he could figure it out.”

My fingers trailed up his face, and stopped just below Russell’s eye. I kept the story flowing, “As the handsome prince climbed, he was arrested by the sight of a beautiful green orb that was surrounded by a thicket of long, dark grass. The orb was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. He stood mesmerized for a long time.”

“After gazing at the green orb for a while, he continued his journey. He found the dark, bristly patch where he had landed when he slid down the slope. He stopped and looked around, trying to figure out where he was.”

Russell release a cloud of fragrant smoke just then.

“The handsome prince was surprised when he saw smoke coming out of a cave just beyond the dark, bristly patch. He thought, 'Is there a dragon around here that I haven't heard about?' Although he was frightened, the handsome prince bravely approached the cave. He gasped when the cave suddenly shut. He stood there wondering how to get the cave to open again, when suddenly the cave popped open again, and more smoke poured out of the cave, completely covering the handsome prince in smoke.”

I looked at Russell expectantly. He gave me a bemused smile, and then obliged me. He took a draw on his pipe, and jetted a thick cloud of smoke at me.

“The handsome prince was determined to find out what was going on. After all, if there was a big, bad dragon in the area, it was the prince's duty to slay the dragon and protect his loyal subjects.”

“The prince looked around to see if there was anything he could use to pry the cave open again.”

I took the pipe from Russell’s mouth, and said, “Just then, he saw something sticking out of the corner of the cave. He grabbed it, and was surprised that it came out of the cave. He looked at it, trying to figure out what it was. He put it in his mouth to see if it was as hard as he thought it was. He was surprised when his mouth filled with smoke. He thought, 'The cave opens to get rid of the smoke. I wonder if it will open to get some smoke'. The handsome prince filled his mouth with smoke, and looked at the cave. Magically. The cave opened again.”

I took a deep draw on the pipe, and waited on Russell to act on his cue. Looking amused, Russell obligingly opened his mouth again.

“'That's fascinating! I wonder if it will do it again?'. He took some more of what he was now thinking was magic smoke, and the cave opened up again!”

I kissed Russell until he moaned, then I put the pipe back in his mouth continued my story. “The handsome prince explored the cave thoroughly. The inside of the cave was very dark and moist. A creature that he had never seen was on the floor of the cave, and the creature was very active. It moved around a lot. The handsome prince wasn’t sure what it was, but it seemed harmless. He saw no signs of a dragon, and finally walked away, convinced that he was in an area filled with strange magic. He felt bewitched. The feeling excited him, and scared him at the same time.”

“After being sure that the cave posed no danger to his loyal subjects, the prince decided to see what other strange and wonderful things he could find in the dark forest.”

I ran my hand over the coarse stubble that covered Russell’s face and enjoyed the sound it made. I said, “He took a step and found that there was something strange on the ground. It was black, coarse and prickly. It made a strange rasping sound as his feet walked across it. Upon closer examination, it seemed there were tiny little spears sticking up everywhere. They were sharp, but they felt good. The little spears were so close together that it was hard to identify them individually. He found the entire area to be very fascinating!”

“His exploration led him to a cliff. He decided to jump down, and see what other strange things existed down there.”

One of my hands started wandering around the hair on his chest. “The handsome prince thought that all the ferns looked like hair growing on a huge man’s chest. He walked this way, and then that way.” (my hands made walking motions across his chest).

I tweaked his nipple. “The prince was surprised when tripped over something buried within the ferns. He stopped to examine it, and decided it looked very interesting. He leaned in closer to examine it.”

“He didn’t know what the strange protrusion was, but he was intrigued.” I took the pipe out of Russell’s mouth, and got a mouth full of smoke. I released it onto his nipple. “He tried blowing on it, and suddenly it got bigger. The handsome prince couldn’t figure out what was going on. He wondered if it was edible. It certainly looked like it was, so he decided to taste it.” I put the pipe in his mouth, and wait until he took some smoke in.

I nibbled on Russell’s nipple, just hard enough to make him gasp, and then I sucked on it. He made a deep baritone noise that let me know how aroused he was.

“The prince liked the way the strange protrusion tasted, so he decided to see if the forest had anything else worth eating, so he began to wonder again.” (Once again I made walking motions with my fingers as I trailed them over his chest.)

“Suddenly, he fell in a hole.” (My tongue dipped into his navel, and I discovered Russell was ticklish.)

I reached up, and got Russell’s pipe again, and took some more smoke in. I blew the smoke into his navel, and then put my tongue back in, making Russell laugh and squirm. “The prince exhaled in frustration, and thought, ‘What is the world is this?’ Even though he checked the hole out thoroughly, the prince couldn’t figure out why it was there.”

After putting the pipe back in Russell’s mouth, I trailed my tongue out of his navel, and followed the path of hair that led downward. “Suddenly, the handsome prince ran into a great big tree limb. He stepped back and looked at it. He thought, ‘This limb is very interesting. I should explore it.’ It was very tall, and the top of the limb was perfectly rounded.  The whole limb seemed to be very big around too.”

I trailed my fingers from the base of his cock to the tip and said,  “The prince grabbed hold of it, and started climbing to the top. Once he was on top of the limb, he discovered a hole in the top of the limb. As he felt around the hole, and the whole limb jumped!”

“He thought, ‘What made it do that? I wonder if it’ll do it again?’ He ran his hands over the hole again, and the limb leapt up, becoming even straighter and firmer!”

My tongue probed the top of his dick “Wow! I am indeed in a land of strange magic, and that limb’s interesting. I need to see what else it will do.”

My tongue went down the side of his cock. “The handsome prince began to examine the limb very closely. ‘What is this crevice?’ he wondered, as he felt it with his hands.”

“He wondered if the crevice went all the way around the limb, so he climbed over the limb to look at the other side. He carefully felt his way all around the top, to see if it had any more interesting features.  Finally, content that he had seen all there was to see on the top of the limb, he continued his journey to the other side, to see if the crevice went all the way around the limb.”  (I used just the tip of my tongue to do circles around his cock.) 

“Still not satisfied that he had figured out what made the tree limb jump so, he decided to see if it was edible. He licked the top of the limb as if it was an ice cream cone, and it jumped even more. He decided he liked the way the limb was reacting, and he played with it for quite a while. Eventually, he managed to get the whole thing in his mouth.”

“Even thought he limb was quite tasty, it offered up nothing that would slake the hunger that the prince was feeling. He decided to go off in search of something to eat.”

I trailed my hands through his pubic hair, trying to figure out how to continue the story. “The handsome prince was clumsy, and he fell when he went to jump off the limb. He landed in some very weird ferns. The ferns were soft, yet coarse, and very springy. The prince was grateful that he had landed in the soft ferns. The fall from the top of the limb had been a great distance, and he was glad that he hadn’t been hurt during that great fall.”

“The handsome prince of the Kingdom of Horny began to walk around the base of the tree, and discovered that there were two things at the base of the stump that he didn’t know what they were. They looked like huge eggs, but the ferns were growing on the strange things. He had never heard of eggs that had ferns growing on them, so he decided to look at them some more.”

I silently reached up, and got the pipe. I exhaled onto his balls, and continued my story. “The ferns moved when he blew on them, but the egg-shaped things didn’t budge. ‘I’m hungry. I wonder if these are edible?’ He nibbled around the edges, and thought, ‘These might be worth eating. I like the smoky taste they have,’ so he took one of them in his mouth.”

“The one he put in his mouth was so big he almost couldn’t get it all in his mouth, so he decided to try the other one. After all, he was very hungry.”

“The strange things were too big for him to chew, so he decided to suck on them, to just enjoy the smoky flavor.”

Russell spoke for the first time. All he said was, “Fuck!” but he spoke with great passion. I knew I had Russell’s undivided attention.

“Once the prince had explored the strange things, he went exploring some more.  Under the large, egg-shaped things, he found another cave. This one wasn't as large as the first one, and no smoke was coming out of it... At least not yet.”

Russell mumbled, ''Smoke may not be coming out of it, but be careful, handsome prince. Dangerous, stinky gas has been known to erupt from it, from time to time.''

“The prince cautiously explored around the edge of the cave. He didn't know what might be in it, but he was curious. He didn't know if he would fit into the cave. It seemed very tight. He searched for something to help ease his entry into the little cave. Then he remembered the Brylcreem that the Greek god had recently put in his hair, and thought, 'That might help me slide in.' He carefully spread the oily stuff around the entrance to the cave, and tentatively started in.”

I put a finger in his ass, and looked up at him. He seemed OK, so I put the tip of my cock into him, and said, “Suddenly, the magic of the area sucked part of him into the cave. He tried to pull away, but the magic drug him deeper and deeper into the cave. Just when he thought he was going to be sucked into the cave entirely, he felt the pull diminish.”

I very slowly withdrew. “Cautiously, he started to back out.”

“Just when he thought he was going to escape from the grasp of the cave, the magic sucked him back in!” I slowly slid back in his ass.

“Eventually the handsome prince realized the magic was more powerful that he was, and gave in to the idea that he was stuck forever going in and out of the cave. The end.”