The conference seemed like a success, and afterwards, I brought Andrew wherever I went. People cheered us like crazy every time, and the whole city was full of his images. Andrew had done many variety scenes in his porn career, so there were plenty of images presentable in public spaces from swimsuits till tuxedo. People always chanted “kiss! Kiss!”, and with that encouragement, I often lost my control often, and kissed him uncontrollably. I felt like we were blessed by the whole nation —- even Alex Karens, “virtuous fighter” who had exposed us on internet, wrote that we were the most adorable couple and it was a mistake to insist our relationship were immoral, though he defended the article insisting that had given the necessary kick to jump into this happiness. It was disgusting as it was, but not entirely false, I had to admit, though I still could not feel grateful. I was just very happy…. He was always with me; we didn’t have to hide ourselves nor be ashamed.
But there is always a snake in paradise. Well, I was always saying this is unfair for snakes, because they are just what they are, and it is unreasonable to degrade them just because of their appearance…. Anyway, in this case, the snake was my father, the king. “Phil, you must not keep Andrew all the time! He is not your accessory, and you know that!” “I know that father, but….” “It is crucial for keeping a healthy relationship that both partners are independent adults and can be equal. You ripped him off his very successful career, and he has to rebuild his life in a completely different environment. Let him and encourage him to pursue something apart from you.” “Father, how could you say such a cruel thing! I am so happy now because he is always with me.” “No, you are happy because he is there for you, but physical closeness is not the point, right? Just start now to let him have his life, or he would leave you soon.” “He would leave me soon? You are not serious, right? That’s impossible. You are mean to say that ....” “Sorry, but I am telling the truth, and you know that. I am saying this for you, you have to understand.” There was a knock on the door, that was the time for his daily gym routine and briefing the current international issues. “Think about it.” Saying that he left the room.
Andrew might leave me! That idea was horrifying and shattered my happiness. But true, he would have no problem pursuing his career out of the palace and finding somebody else. Though I was aware that it was merely a possibility, I felt devastated. Andrew came back from the gym and looked stunning as usual. He kissed me lightly and said, “Let me hit the shower, I am covered with sweat,” mischievously knowing that I got turned on by his sweaty body and would never let him go without making out. But on that day, I was so devastated and occupied with the horrifying idea that I just said, “Ok, enjoy the shower”. He looked surprised and asked, “what’s wrong? Are you ok?” “That was my father…. He told me I should not keep you with me all the time, but let you have your own life, or you would leave me soon. The idea you might leave me hit me like a punch in my gut….” Oh, don’t be stupid! I want to stay with you always, nothing else! No need to worry about me leaving you! That idea is not worth at all even considering!” Hearing him say this, I jumped to him and hugged him. And as usual, I got turned on by the smell of his sweat and started kissing him. It led to a heavy armpits licking which always made him need getting fucked, so I fucked him. After intense three positions I came in missionary into his ass. After the orgasm, I was lying lazily in his arms. But then he said „Let’s hit the shower, or you would be late for the next schedule.” He hit my ass gently and stood up. No,w Andrew was the snake in my paradise. Why were the people around me so clever and reasonable? I groaned as a protest, but followed him to the bathroom. I was naughty in the shower, so it took quite a long time. When we finally came out and got dressed, I was already 3 minutes late for the next schedule. The chairman of the meeting was waiting for me there and coughed lightly when I tried to kiss Andrew goodbye. “Just go now! You are already late! Don’t make people wait!” Andrew said and pushed me. Though it was he who pushed us away from each other, I could see clearly that he was disappointed and sad.
The meeting was more for formality and boring, and I could not help thinking of Andrew and his sad face. He said he was happy to be together all the time…. But in reality, we are not always together, and he was waiting for me, just to have some short time together, often filled with physical fun…. Now I understood what my father had meant, and how selfish I had been toward Andrew. I was sure Andrew was happy to be with me, but it was also true that he was just waiting for me for most of the day. That was… outrageous. I wanted Andrew to be happy, but the reality was, my happiness was built on his sacrifices and patience. That was definitely unacceptable. I was wondering what we could do…. His former career was not a choice now, not only because it would be too scandalous for our family, but also because I wanted to keep him just for myself. He was a very good amateur pianist, but not on the level to be a concert pianist. At that moment, I realized how little I knew about him. We needed to talk more, even if that means less sex.
When I went back to the apartment, he was reading a book about the Renaissance. “Are you into art history?” “I asked. “Yeah, when I was in college, undergraduate and master school, my major was art history. I was not bad, I believe. In fact, I wrote one chapter of this book.” “Wow, that is awesome. It seems like you hide so many talents yet.” Then an idea hit me. “Have you seen the paintings and art works in this palace? We have too many here….” “No, not yet. I would like to see them. I know all the collections in the Royal Museum, but among art history majors, there was a rumor that the best pieces are kept in the palace, and not open to the public…. I could finally see them! I am excited!” “Well, we try to serve our people as much as possible, so also in this field we make the best available for the public…. But it is also true that each royal family member keeps at least 10 favorite pieces per person in this palace, and over generations, the collection here has also become quite significant.” “How exciting! That means you also have your collection?” “Yeah, I have a few. You saw some on the walls of my library. And the sculpture of Hercules in the living room. You sucked his cock, remember? That is Michelangelo, or at least I was told so.” “What?? So, you let me suck a real Michelangelo?” “I don’t know if it is a real Michelangelo or if some stupid ancestor bought a fake. But as far as I know, the king in Michelangelo's time, Phillip the Big Bulge, ordered that sculpture. The king was particularly proud of his manhood and quite an exhibitionist, so the sculpture is of him, and Hercules is just a disguise. That is the story we inherit for generations.” “What a story! But the sculpture looks very similar to the Hercules in the painting in your bedroom. Hercules and Hylas, right? That painting is very saucy, almost like a porn…. The signature is Leonardo, if I remember correctly….” “You are right, the signature says it’s Leonardo. Phillip the Big Bulge was a rival of Francois the First and tried to steal Leonardo from him, and Phillip used his own physique to attract Leonardo, and Leonardo painted him as Hercules again. That is one story, but another, more exciting story is, Phillip the Big Bulge and Francois the first were secret lovers and let Leonardo paint their love life, Phillip as Heracles and Francois as Hylas.” “What an exciting anecdote! You have to tell me all the hidden history of art!” “Why don’t you research by yourself?” I asked briefly. “What do you mean?” “Now we are starting a project to make a comprehensive catalogue of the art works in the palace. The head curator has already been chosen, but we need more experts for the team.” “And you mean I can join the team? Well, I am tempted. Tempted very much, but am I qualified for such a position? I am not sure….” “Then why don’t you let me recommend you? The head curator has the final say, but for you we can spare the housing and travel subsidies, that is your sales point, I guess.” “Haha you are right! No taxi cost if I work late!” “Work late? No way! Your evenings are for me, not anybody else, not to mention the old dead people like Leonardo or Michelangelo!” I had a short briefing before the dinner, so I had to leave him again, though this time I kissed him goodbye very passionately and long. When I came back to the dinner, he gave me some sheets of paper, “Here is my CV. Please attach this to your recommendation. I can send the data if you need it.” I was surprised again how efficient he was. And he is definitely eager to join the team. To my another surprise, the CV was not just a general one, but a specific one of a scholar. The list of his publications was quite extensive, and some titles were very interesting even for me. “Oh, you are so fast! Ok, I will send a recommendation mail to the head curator with this CV attached. Give me 10 minutes.” “Thank you! I cannot describe well how excited and grateful I am….” I shut him with a deep kiss and said. “Let me work, ok?”
After the dinner, I noticed the head curator had already responded. The mail said that Andrew was hired because the head curator already knew him and had read most of his publications. “Do you know Oscar Byron?” “The art historian?” “Yes, I know him very well. We studied together under the same professor, though he was already a postgraduate and I was an undergraduate. We worked on several projects together when I was in my master course. So Oscar will be my boss! That must be fun!” “That is great! Later in this week, probably on Thursday, the kick-off of the project is scheduled. You can start there.” “I am so excited! Will Oscar be there? I haven’t seen him for years! He was a typical art major nerd then! Gay, self-conscious, or self-absorbed….” “Were you like that, too?” “Well, maybe…. Though I was trying hard to be cool and desirable…”
On Thursday the kick off was scheduled at 10am. When we got there, we were not the last. Oscar Byron was some minutes late when he ran into the room. “I am so sorry, I was lost completely in this huge building, and well, also distracted too much by every treasure on the way…” This was the first time for me to meet him live. Andrew was not lying…. He has an unmistakably nerd atmosphere, but stunningly attractive. A fair blond hair framed his perfect forehead over the piercing blue eyes. The glasses added some intellectual touch to his nice features, and the body was big, even if it is a little fatty. But by the adult men at his age, there must be many guys drawing over his soft body. “I am really sorry, his excellency.” “No problem, I understand the palace could be like a maze for visitors.” “Thank you very much for your understanding. Andrew!!” He screamed and hugged Andrew, as if he had found his long-lost boyfriends. “Oscar! How nice to see you again! How have you been?” Nothing was weird; Andrew was just friendly. But I was totally convinced that they had been fucking each other when they had worked together. I tried to shake off that idea and concentrate on the project. The project looked very promising and exciting. This should be a huge opportunity to reconstruct the history of my family from a different perspective, and Andrew was perfect for the project, not only because he was a talented expert, but because he had access to the materials of his own family, one of the oldest in this country.
He looked so happy and excited. I should be happy, because he was happy. I hope life is that logical and simple, but unfortunately, the reality was not that easy. He would be working with that intelligent sexy guy, and the guy was his ex. I became restless. Yes, I was jealous. I trusted him, and I knew he was very much in love with me, no doubt about that. Yet I was uncontrollably jealous! I watched that Byron guy. He was talking about his plan on how to create a system that should allow them to work so efficiently that they would not need any additional personnel. But it meant they would always be alone, just two of them…. He got excited and probably hot, so he took off his shirt, then I could not help noticing that his nipples were huge…. Andrew loved playing nipples…. Maybe he learned that from this Byron? His bulge looked so big, maybe he got trained by that dick? He looks a bit like Anderson Cooper, doesn’t he? Though this Byron guy is much hotter, but once Andrew told me he preferred that show because Anderson Cooper was in it…. I knew those ideas were stupid and illogical, but I couldn’t shake them off and was miserable. “Your majesty, are you ok? You look very pale. Sorry for talking this much. Let’s finish this meeting now, the essentials are already in order, I believe.” Byron said. Damn! He was even kind, attentive, and good at business! Probably in different circumstances, we would be good friends.
Wait…. Am I attracted to him? Is it the reason why I feel so threatened and jealous? “Oh, sorry, I am a little hungry. Anyway, please stop “your majesty” crap. I hate to be called in that way. My name is Phillip, so call me Phil.” Byron looked confused and uncomfortable. I could imagine it would be awkward to call a prince by a first name. Whenever I said this, everybody showed the same reaction, and I hated that. But this time, I felt joy in making him feel uncomfortable. “Your plan sounds fantastic, and honestly, saying it helps a lot if we can save some money. I am also very glad that my Andrew will be in your good hands. He has been sacrificing himself for me too much.” What was I saying? Stop that! I sounded like a stupid possessive sugar daddy. Or am I?
On the way to lunch after the meeting, Andrew held my hand and asked if I was ok. Holding his hand gave some relief from the jealousy, but I stayed silent. When we arrived in our bedroom of my apartment, I asked immediately, “So you and Byron, were you close?” Andrew looked stunned, but burst into laughter. “Don’t laugh! I…. I am serious!” I was crying. Andrew jumped and hugged me. Then he held my face and looked into my eyes. He looked worried, sorry, but mostly, damn amused. What a bastard! “Oh, are you jealous?” Yeah, he was amused; he was a bastard. “Well, yeah, we were close, good colleagues and friends. And true, we fucked. Quite often. But not like a relationship, at all. Friends with benefits, in the real sense of that expression. In fact, we were emergency fuck buddies when we were desperately horny but could not find anybody, online or cruising area. But no, my preference for nipple play has nothing to do with him. He hated his nipples to be played with then. I was very surprised to see his nipples sticking out.” He saw through me that well? Was I that obvious? My partner was a bastard, definitely! “But… you have a lot in common, especially share the same zeal and interest… and he is really handsome and sexy with an intelligent twist.” “Oh. Do you find him sexy? Now I should be jealous…” I knew he was joking, but it didn’t help much…. The jealousy was burning in me, and I was miserable. “Now I make you forget Oscar….” He approached me, taking off his clothes, and started kissing me. I was off guard because it had been almost always been me who had initiated sex…. It was really nice to feel desired…. After lips, he moved to the ears, my weak point…. I groaned and then took off my clothes…. Soon, the excitement and sensation got too much, so I tried to take charge… but he didn’t let me. My nipples were tortured in a way that made me crazy, then my armpits were assaulted till I begged to stop. He benevolently stopped but went back to my nipples. When he finally removed himself from my nipples, I took the chance and threw him on bed and exposed his ass. “No, I am not done yet!” He screamed but without paying attention to what he was telling, I started rimming him. He didn’t stop me…. Then I started my usual trick, namely fingers on his prostate and deep throat on his dick…. Maybe the difference from other sex was that, usually, we had more foreplay, so this time he was not ready for such a hard assault, probably. “Please, it’s too much… please!” Of course, I didn’t stop, because I knew he wanted it! But the I wanted to know what would happen to him if I would fuck him immediately.
The result of the next move, my dick deep in his ass, was significantly satisfying. He was screaming, shaking his head, and repeating “please….” But not saying any other word so I interpreted it as “please more!”, and fucked him hard. Obviously, he was in ecstasy, and his hip was responding to my thrust. He started stroking his dick and declared “I am cumming!” I was so pleased to make him cum before me! Usually I cum twice before he cums. I paced double and took his hands away from his dick, just like he always did to me. “Noooooo! Please!!!! I am cumming, I told you so….” With some deep hard thrusts his dick started erupting. When the eruption was done, I didn’t stop fucking, but took his dick in my hands and started rubbing his cock head. He was panting heavily and screaming. After some more minutes of his begging to stop. I came deep on his ass and collapsed on his chest.
“You were cruel,” Andrew said. “You were enjoying watching me suffer from too much sensation…, you are still grumpy? Jealous?” Well, sexual pleasures made him lose his insight…. I was more carried away by “being Andrew.” “Please trust me…. Oh, I need to tell you this…. Another peculiar thing about Oscar. He is only into young boys. Just after my 23rd birthday, he declared he had lost interest in me because I was too old. His preference was so firm and well established, nobody over 22 could interest him. I was a special exception because he used me in his emergency. So now, even if I tried, he would not accept me as a sex partner. In that sense, he is a man of principle like Leonard DiCaprio. And if you fuck me this hard every morning, I cannot have any sex at least for 10 hours….“ He was so sweet that I wanted to listen to his voice more. „Still cannot trust me? Hmmm then how about putting a chastity on my dick?” That idea was… intriguing. But I knew too well how uncomfortable and degrading to wear chastity…. I used to have those to control my erection, and it was a trauma. “No way! I know it is just uncomfortable and hurts a lot when you get hard…. No chastity. But….” A wicked idea has occurred to me. “How about putting a vibrator in your ass? One that can be controlled by a remote. Whenever I miss you or think of you, I can let you know by turning it on, and you can feel it in your ass….” “Haha, that is sweet! I feel your love in my ass!” He looked amused. “Ok, then let’s choose one after lunch. I have several in my collection.” “Oh…. Is it not a joke? Do you really want me to keep a vibrator in my ass the whole day?” “Not the whole day, only when we are not together.” “I don’t know…. You cannot trust me….” “Well…. It is not like that in fact…. It just excites me if we are always connected ….”
After this conversation, we didn’t discuss this issue till the next morning, the first day of Andrew’s new work. After breakfast, he disappeared briefly and came back with a box of toys in his hand. “You need to install the app and pair that with the toy.” “Just like a natural thing, he told me so. “Oh! It was a joke… or at least I didn’t expect that you would accept….” “Oh really? You looked so serious and determined yesterday… but you are excited, right? I can see that on your bulge. So do that before I change my mind.” He opened the box and gave me the instruction paper. The setup was easy, and when I pushed “on”, the toy wickedly vibrated. I would be crazy if this vibration hit my prostate! But Andrew was a true hero and took that toy on his ass. “Oh my god…. This one is so strong…. It hits the point precisely… It’s more intense when I sit….” Then I turned on the vibration. He jumped and made noise. “Ok, so I cannot control myself much…. I need to tell Oscar what is happening, or he will call an ambulance….” “Haha, if it is too much, just take it off. Ok? Enjoy the first day!”
