The Prince and the Prince
(An anthology)
 

 by: Hankster

© 2023 by the author

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Vienna, Austria

It was quite late when Henry rode his steed into the outskirts of Vienna.  The streets were virtually deserted.  The looming darkness would have frightened most men, and made them wonder why they went on this odyssey in the first place.  Henry, in his pampered life, had never experienced fear, so he was neither frightened nor perturbed.

He spotted an unkempt beggar sitting on a cobblestone sidewalk.  His back was against a wall.  Henry dismounted and gave the man a gold coin.  The king, who was impersonating a commoner, wanted to ask the man for directions to the nearest inn, but he couldn’t get the unfortunate soul to stop thanking him.

At last, the man stopped talking.  Henry was able to ask his question, and the man directed him to a nearby inn.  It was quite attractive.  It resembled a mountain chalet, and reminded Henry of his summer home.  The sign outside the entrance featured a man on a horse, and represented the name of the establishment, Der Reiterherberger, The Horseman’s Inn.

Henry went in and sat at an available table.  There were plenty of available tables at this late hour.  A very handsome young man approached him.  The man was smiling, and Henry started to get an erection.  He was grateful that he was seated.

“How may I help you?” the handsome innkeeper asked.

“I need a room, but before that, I need my horse rubbed down and tethered for the night.”

Henry remembered that he was not a king for the time being, so he added, just to be polite, “please.  I would also like to know your name so I can address you properly.  My name is Willie,” he lied to preserve the farce.

“Relax, Willie,” the handsome innkeeper said.  “I’ll see to your horse.  In the meantime, can I get you something to eat, and perhaps a mug of beer?  We brew the beer ourselves, and it is made with pure Alpine waters.  And just so you’ll know how to address me, my name is Alfred.  I’m at your service day and night, so don’t hesitate to ask me for anything you want.”

When Alfred said that, he winked at Henry, whose erection was growing bigger by the minute.

As soon as Alfred left, another guest arrived.  He was truly scary.  He was at least six feet, three inches tall, and as bulky as a well packed bale of hay.  A young girl went over to take his order.  Henry found out later that the young maiden was Alfred’s sister.

She took the man’s order.  It was the same as Henry’s.  His horse needed to be rubbed down, he wanted to rent a room, and he would like to order dinner. The girl ran off to do his bidding.

When Alfred returned, he was carrying Henry’s two saddle bags.  “I’ll put these in your room,” he said.  “It’s the first one on the right, down that passageway.” 

He disappeared once again, taking the bags with him.  This time, when he returned, he served Henry a hearty meal.  The king was unfamiliar with the ingredients, but he really liked the food.  The beer was exceptional also.

Henry was anxious to discover what Alfred’s obvious flirtation was leading to.  Nonetheless, he ate slowly and savored the unfamiliar food.  He had been travelling all day, and he was very tired.  When he began to yawn, Alfred said, “Come with me, Willie.  I’ll take you to your room.”

Once again, Henry began to erect.  He stood up anyway.  He had a suspicion that Alfred would be delighted to see that he was hard.

Alfred did not just show the king to his room, he entered with him, and shut the door. 

There’s a little stream behind the inn, Willie,” he said.  “You might wish to bathe in it.  I can give you a bar of soap, and you can wash any of your garments also.”

“Thank you,” Henry said.  “I’ll bathe first thing tomorrow morning.”

Alfred seemed to be delaying his departure.  Finally, he asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you before I leave, Willie?”

Enough was enough.  Henry took the initiative.  “Yes,” he said, “you can sleep with me tonight.”

Alfred grinned broadly.  “I’ll be right back,” he said.

He returned with a basin of soapy warm water and a cloth.  He stripped rapidly, and washed his cock and balls, paying particular attention to the area under his foreskin.  Then, he washed his asshole.  When he was satisfied, he handed the basin and the cloth to Henry.

The king hesitated.  He was accustomed to his servants making sure that he always bathed in fresh, soapy water.   The water in this basin had previously been used by Alfred to wash his ass and his genitals.  Finally, after a short hesitation, Henry washed his genitals and asshole with the slightly dirty cloth and water.  He had a lot to accustom himself to, as he started on his journey.  By the time Henry cleansed himself, Alfred was in the bed, holding out his arms to receive his handsome guest.

The only man Henry had ever slept with was his twin brother, and they possessed the same dimensions.  When he saw Alfred nude, he was amazed.  The innkeeper was at least half again the size that he and his brother were, in length and in width.  Nevertheless, he was a king, and therefore, he believed that he was up to the challenge.

Henry and William had learned how to make love to each other purely by instinct.  Henry hoped that this stranger could teach him a lot more about the art of making love to a man.

The two men wrapped themselves up in each other’s arms.  Henry shocked Alfred by beginning to kiss him.  Alfred never kissed the men he slept with, but he enjoyed the stranger’s kisses.  He soon gave into them, and really began to enjoy himself, especially when Henry offered him his tongue, and it tickled his own in a very sensual way.  Ironically, it was Henry who taught the innkeeper something new.

They kissed for a very long while, and then they twisted into a sixty-nine position, and began to pleasure each other.  Henry and Willie sucked each other alternately, so mutual oral sex was new to the disguised king.  Before long, they were moaning, groaning, and whimpering.  Young as they were, they knew well enough when to withdraw.  Neither one wanted to climax so soon. 

After they stopped enjoying oral sex, Henry turned around and crawled up facing Alfred.  They resumed kissing, and suddenly, Henry felt Alfred slithering down his torso.  Alfred was pleasuring Henry with what men now call a trip around the world.  This too, was a new experience for the king.  When Alfred’s tongue had explored all of Henry’s front side, he flipped him over and began to apply his magic to Henry’s backside.

Alfred spent a particularly long time running his tongue up and down Henry’s crack.  He slobbered heavily over the king’s opening.  Henry had never been rimmed before.  He hadn’t even heard of it.  He was being carried away in sexual ecstasy.  All he could think of was teaching all these new tricks to William when he returned home.  It confirmed the veracity of his desire to see the world, and learn new things.

“Please don’t stop what you’re doing,” Henry begged.

“I’ll have to stop sooner or later,” Alfred whispered.  “Would you like to climax in my mouth or my ass?” Alfred asked.  “I would prefer if you climaxed in my ass.”

Henry thought for a moment, and then he answered.  “I’m going to be in Vienna for a few days.  Couldn’t we orgasm one way tonight, and another way in future encounters.”

“Yes, I love that solution, Willie,” Alfred said.  He was more than pleased. 

“You’ve lubricated my ass thoroughly with your saliva,” Henry said, “so let’s enjoy our asses tonight, and our mouths later tonight or tomorrow.”

“We’ll only be able to do just one of those things tonight,” Alfred moaned sorrowfully.  “I have an inn to run.  I’m a busy man.”

“I understand, so let’s get to it,” Henry said.

They fornicated in each other’s asses.  Neither was quiet about it.  They both screamed loudly when they orgasmed.  Alfred was too weak to get right out of bed, so they lay side by side, holding hands until they came down from the clouds.  While recuperating, Henry decided to find out how Alfred felt about monarchs and monarchies.

“I’m from Mont Bella,” Henry began.  “What we just did is a crime there.  If it became known, we could be imprisoned.  Depending on the judge, we might even be executed.”

“We have the same idiotic law here, Alfred lamented.  “I think it’s insane for any man, monarch, or government, to decide who one can love, and who can make love to whom, or who one can’t make love to.”

“If you were the king, what would you do about it?” Henry asked the big question.

“I’d issue an edict eliminating such a stupid law, of course.”

“That’s what I’d do if I were king,” Henry agreed.

“I’d go further,” Alfred said.  “I’d put myself out of a job, and dissolve the monarchy altogether.  Monarchs are a waste of money.  Who needs them anyway?”

“I’d do the same,” Henry said, and he meant it.  “I take it you have no loyalty to your king.”

“You are correct, Willie.  You are correct.”

Now Henry knew how commoners, or at least the commoner in his bed, felt about their monarchs.   He was not upset.  He didn’t feel much differently.

Henry slept with Alfred for three more nights, until he left Vienna to continue his odyssey.  He spent his days wandering the streets of Vienna, and tasting the delicious pastries.  It seems that there was a pastry shop on every street.

He and his steed spent hours riding through The Vienna Woods, and along the banks of the Danube.  Henry was enjoying the sights, but more than that, he was enjoying the freedom from his burdensome life.

On his last night in Vienna, he and Alfred spent an hour kissing goodbye with their tongues rubbing together.

“I’ll miss you, Willie,” Alfred said.  “Perhaps you’ll stop to see us again on your return trip.”

“Perhaps.  Who knows what the future holds?”

Henry’s next stop was to be Geneva, Switzerland.  The distance between the two cities was slightly over six hundred miles.  Henry thought that too many precious days would be lost in travel, and not enough on his sojourns to new and interesting places.  He made up his mind to use coaches. The connecting coaches would require five days of travel and four nights on the road to reach Geneva, but there were many stops along the way. 

That suited Henry just fine.  The time would not be wasted.  He would be able to view the countryside during the day, and perhaps his nights would be as interesting as his stay in Vienna.  He decided to begin a journal to record all the wondrous sights, he was seeing, and to record his sexual adventures.  He intended on giving his journal to William when he began his own odyssey.  His brother could use the journal as a travel guide.

Henry paid Alfred a good sum to board his steed, and Alfred helped him arrange for the coaches to Geneva.

When he was paying Alfred, Henry whispered in his ear, “Now you know I’ll stop back here on my way home.”

“That pleases me,” Alfred said, “and I promise to take good care of your horse, Willie.  You can travel without worry.”

Henry had a three hour wait until his first coach would arrive to take him on the first leg of his journey to Switzerland.  The huge giant of a man, who Henry saw on his first night in Vienna, arranged with Alfred to board his horse.  He also booked the coaches to Geneva.

Henry was very naïve when it concerned potential dangers to his life and limb.  He saw nothing wrong with the man taking the same journey as he was.  It never occurred to him that the man might be following him with evil intent. In fact, Henry found out that the hulk’s name was Gerhard, and the two men had pleasant conversations along the way. 

They didn’t become friends, but they enjoyed each other’s company.  Unfortunately, for Gerhard, the king was not at all attracted to him, and the two men had no sexual desires for each other. 

To be continued...

Posted: 07/04/2023