THE SLEEPING BUDDY

Another fucked up fairy tale

From the Demented Keyboard of

Will B.

© 2008 by the Author

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Prince Cumming was 20 years old, and six-foot tall. He had black hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and powerful thighs. His chest was adorned by two brown nipples that when stimulated sent two tiny nips standing straight out. Below his flat abdomen, was a magnificent piece of man-cock that sprang from a dark curly bush. Two large balls of fire hung below his organ, and they never failed to produce thick ropes of sweet-but-salty jism whenever the prince’s manliness had risen to the occasion.

Indeed, whenever the prince went out on his balcony to do his morning push-ups, sit-ups, back-flips, and other exercises, all the courtiers in  the castle were trying to perv on his body. The fact that the prince took his morning constitutional completely unfettered by clothing only added to the attractiveness of his hunky body, twisting and flipping in the morning air.

On this particular morning in June, the prince was sitting in the shade of an oak tree in the castle stable yard. Clad only in a skimpy pair of bikini shorts, he was thinking about the previous March when his father, King Lance, had invited King Everhard, from the neighboring kingdom, for a visit of state. King Ederhard had brought his son, Prince Shafter. Like Cumming, Shafter was drop-dead gorgeous, but where Cumming was dark, Shafter was fair. While the two kings discussed affairs of state, and otherwise amused themselves, Cumming invited Shafter to come down to the old fishing hole.

The fishing hole was out of sight of the castle, and out of sight of all other cottages in the village, so before long, Cumming encouraged Shafter to shed his clothes and go skinny-dipping in the water. Shafter agreed and so the two princes dropped their drawers, checked each other out, mentally smacked their lips at what they saw, and dove into the water. Casual chatting gave way to horseplay, and horseplay gave way to some serious groping.

“Say, Cumming, let’s go up on the grass and lie in the sun, and continue this,” said Shafter, who was very much erect, and beginning to leak precum.

“Sounds like a plan,” said Cumming, who was in the same state.

The two studs lay on the grass, facing each other, and slowly each brought his hand to the other’s magnificent, majestic cock. The afternoon progressed, and the two princes fingered each other’s poles, pressed their throbbing pricks into their buddy’s body, and then decided to simultaneously sip the luscious liquor of lust that was being produced for their benefit.

As the two princes reluctantly robed and proceded back to the castle, each knew that he had found the partner with whom he wanted to share his life.

“What do you think our royal sires will say when we tell them?” asked Cumming.

“Don’t know and don’t care! I just know I want you in my life, now an forever,” stated Shafter.

The two lovers  went back to the castle, and were greeted with some surprising—but delightful—news.

King Lance spoke first. “My boys, you will perhaps be surprised to know that King Everhard and I have arranged a match to unite our two kingdoms. You will be united as Joint Kings of the two kingdoms, and you will be King Consorts to each other.”

Everhard said, “Shafter, my dear son, you looked shocked. Is this match not to your liking?”

“No, no, father. It’s wonderful. Cumming and I have decided this afternoon that he and I want to be united. Thus is just . . . Oh, Father, thank you so much.”

King Lance said, “My dear son, our guests will be leaving in the morning. Could you find some way to entertain Prince Shafter this evening. We haven’t had time to arrange a state banquet.” 
 

“Yes, Sire. I will think of some way to entertain our royal guest. Come on, Shafter, There are some new stories on the Internet you might like to read for a while.”
 

“Right, Cumming. I particularly enjoy the stories on Tickie.”

“Oh, but Shafter, there are some molten tales on Jamie as well.”

And so, the two princes bowed to their fathers, turned, and ran from the room, holding hands and chuckling.

Prince Cumming remembered the sorrow he felt when Shafter had to leave. ‘Oh, well,' he thought, 'we’ll have a Union Ceremony in September, and then we’ll never be parted again.'

Olav, a new stable hand, came into the stable yard, and said, “Your Highness, I have finished giving Prancer, your stallion, his daily rubdown, and I was wondering  . . . if I . .."

“Yes, Olav? What were you wondering?” Cumming asked, amused by the stable hand’s hesitation and intrigued by the bulge that showed under Olav’s tunic.

“Highness, I wondered if you would care for me to give you a rubdown, also.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Cumming started to say. ‘After all,’ he thought to himself, ‘Shafter and I are not united yet, and I will promise not to impale.’

Before Cumming could get up and move toward the eager young man, who was salivating at the thought of getting to touch, fondle, massage, and exercise the raging royal rod, old Grimface, the gypsy fortune teller, ran into the yard, and said, “Your Royal Highness . . .  His Majesty, the King, wants you to join him at once in the Castle Communications Center. We’ve gotten some disturbing news from King Everhard.

As Cumming ran up the steps, he questioned Grimface. “Did you get this message in your crystal ball?”

“No, sir.”

“Did one of Hairy Peter’s eagles bring it?”

“No, Sir.”

“How did it come then? I didn’t hear any riders come up to the front door?”

“Your Royal Highness, this is the 21^st Century. King Everhard sent an e-mail to your father.”

“Oh,” said Cumming, who was sexy, and brave, and loving, but who, sad to say, had not yet grasped all of the technological advantages of the modern world.

“Come in, my son, and brace yourself for a double dose of bad news,” King Lance hugged his son.

“What is it, Dad? Is Shafter all right?”

“No, Cumming, that’s only part of it. It seems that an evil wizard, Sir Predatorius, has cast a spell on Shafter. Unless the spell is broken, Shafter will sleep for a hundred years.”

“How can the spell be broken, Dad? Is there anything we can do?” Cumming was almost beside himself in shock, horror and grief!

“The only thing that can save Shafter is . . . if his true love gives him his first taste of anal amour!”

“Oh, that’s all right, I’ll just go to the castle, pay my respects to the King, and go and root Shafter’s love tunnel.”

“No, my boy, the spell is very specific. Shafter has to impale his true love on his own princely prick.”

“Oh, Dad . .  I don’t know if I . . . I’ve never . . .,” Cumming stuttered.

“My boy, you must do this, for Shafter’s sake, and for the sake of our two kingdoms!”

“That’s the other bad news, Cumming. That evil wizard Predatorius, has taken over an abandoned castle, and invited all his fellow chicken hawks, despicable bastards, all of them, to join him. If the spell is not broken, the two kingdoms cannot be united, and Predatorius and his followers will be able to prey on every decent young boy in the two kingdoms.  . . . So you must do this, not only for the sake of your love, but for the sake of decency, for the sake of Truth, Justice, and  . . . Oh, no,” said King Lance, “that’s for another story.”

“All right, Dad, I can be ready to go in twenty minutes.”

“I knew you would say that. I’m proud of you, my son  Now, there’s just one more thing. If you allow yourself to be distracted, even for a short time, you will not make it to the castle in time. Now, I’m going to give you a couple of things. One is a bottle of LoveLube. If you use this when you get to Shafter, it will make the impalement a lot less painful. In fact I can tell you that when Everhard and I  . . . oh, never mind.”

Cumming smiled. He thought he knew what his father had been about to say. ‘Well, good for the old man. He deserves to get lucky too.’

“The second gift is this package of hot dogs. They are laced with saltpeter, and they are designed to er . . . prevent you from ‘rising to an occasion’ as it were. Now they only last an hour, and so, once you are ten miles from the castle, don't eat any more.”

“Right, Dad, but I don’t think a hot dog could keep a good man down for long.”

“Finally, I’m giving you Olav to ride with you as companion, bodyguard, and assistant.”

“Thank you, Dad, I’m going to go now. Wish me luck.”

King Lance bid his son goodbye, and went to the computer to tell Everhard that Cumming was coming.

* * * * *

Calump, calump, calump, calump. Dancer’s feet flew across the countryside. Mile after mile Cumming and Olav rode toward their destination.

Ahead they saw a tavern, and standing outside was a handsome young stud, who waved them to a stop.

“Careful, Your Highness. This may be a trick,” Olav said to Cumming.

“I think you may be right. Better hand me one of those hotdogs.”

Cumming wolfed it down, and he and Olav brought their horses to a stop.

“Ah, good sirs, I see you have traveled long and far. No doubt you are tired, hungry, and thirsty. Come into the inn, and break your journey. We have all kinds of delicious foods and beverages to assuage your hunger and thirst,” the young man said.

“I give you good day, sir, but we have a long ride ahead of us and we have just had a snack, so I think we will be fine. Thank you for the invitation,” Cumming spoke courteously but firmly.

“Oh, but my good sirs, we have a staff that will cater to other appetites that you may have. We have waiters, and busboys, butlers of all ages, that are all well trained in pleasing even the most jaded appetites.”

“No, I thank you, but we must be on our way. Let’s ride, Olav.”

As the two men rode on, Olav looked back, and saw the handsome young man change into a terrible monster.

Luckily for our two heroes, there were no more distractions to keep them from the swift completion of their appointed journey.

They approached King Everhard’s castle in good time. The horses raised such a cloud of dust that their approach could be seen a mile way, and a mighty cheer went up from the castle. “He’s coming! Cumming’s coming!”

Alighting from Dancer, Cumming ran up the steps, not forgetting the bottle of LoveLube his father had given him.

Bowing to the King, the Prince said, “Where is he, where’s Shafter?”

“In the bedroom at the top of the tower,” King Everhard said.

Cumming raced to the top of the tower, accompanied by Olav, and entered the room where his beloved lay, guarded by a single man-at-arms. .

“Thank heavens you’ve come, Your Royal Highness. We’ve been hoping and praying.”

“Thank you. And what is your name, my man?”

“Ludwig, Sir.”

Cumming stopped and looked at Olav and said,” I’m not sure how to go about this. I’m usually the top.”

Olav looked at Ludwig, and said, “This is a difficult situation. Do you think we could demonstrate. . .  I mean. . . “

Ludwig stood at attention, and said, “ I have pledged to give my life for my prince and for the Kingdom. I will do this, and besides, heh heh, you’re a quite a handsome lad “

“Good,” said Olav, who had been eying the handsome guard. “Suppose you take the part of Prince Shafter, and I will take the part of Prince Cumming – if you don’t mind, sir.”

”No, no, that’s quite all right. You demonstrate and I’ll watch.”

And, so, Olav and Ludwig prepared to give their all for the sakes of the kings and countries, and also for the sake of what looked like what would be a pretty hot ride.

Slowly they undressed each other. Tunics and sword belts slid to thefloor. Boots and shoes were kicked off. Slowly the two faces drew nearer and nearer. Their tongues flickered in and out. They kissed.  And kissed some more, a little more passionately, and then again and again. Now Olav got on his knees and was licking Ludwig’s nipples. Ludwig moaned in ecstasy. 

Reversing their positions, Ludwig sank to his knees, licking Olav’s enlarged ejaculator. He took it into his mouth and deep-throated so that Olav nearly came right then.

Ludwig lay down on his back, his rampant rod standing straight up. Olav lubricated the magnificent machine with his saliva and looked at Ludwig, and said, “I’m ready if you are.”

Ludwig looked at Olav and said tenderly and lovingly, “Just get your arse ready, and be ready for a good fuck.”

Olav lowered his quivering arse and pulsating pucker onto Ludwig’s lascivious lust-filled love machine. At first he felt some discomfort, but as he settled his butt on to Ludwig’s ball hairs, he began to relax and then, as Ludwig’s knob massaged his sweet spot, he really got into the moment. “Fuck me, Ludwig. Fuck me again, harder and harder. “

The two men bucked up and down as their bodies responded to this wonderful, glorious feeling. Up and down, faster and faster, until . . .

“Aarrghh!” “Aaahhhh!” “Aaaaiiiiieee.” Ludwig said as he shot rope after rope of hot, creamy spunk into Olav’s waiting love channel.

Almost simultaneously, Olav liberally anointed Ludwig’s face, neck, shoulders, and chest with his own sweet syrup. For a minute, the two just looked at each other, and then they kissed again, this time, gently and tenderly.

All the while, Prince Cumming had watched as the two young stallions had finished their race. He didn’t notice that the smell of precum and ejaculate in the air was having an effect on the sleeping Prince Shafter.

A moan of pleasure from Shafter caught Cumming’s attention, he saw that his lover’s penis was erect, and dripping that clear liquid that is the prelude to something even more impressive.

“Wait, my love. I’m here,” Cumming said as he feverishly tore off his clothes and uncorked the bottle of LoveLube and spread it over Shafter’s shaft, and then rubbed it into his are cheeks and crevice, working it into his pink pucker, and even deeper until he could almost feel his prostate.

Cumming straddled Shafter’s body and kissed him, saying, “My love, you are about to give your first butt fuck. I love you, and even if it hurts, it’s worth it.”

With that Cumming lowered himself on to Shafter’s penis, and waited for the pain.

'Sacre bleu!' 'Od’s Bodkins!' 'Jumping Jehosophat!' These were the only thoughts that went through Cumming’s mind. There was NO PAIN!

No pain at all. Only a wonderful feeling of love and passion that swept through the Prince’s whole body and he moved up and down on Shafter’s rod.

‘I don’t ever want this to stop,’ Cumming thought to himself. ‘I just want to move up and down on this steel hard stiff organ of my love.’

Suddenly, Shafter shot his load into Cumming’s chute of love. Shafter opened his eyes, and said, “Oh, babe, I knew you’d come!”

With that Cumming did in fact come, and coat Shafter’s twitching torso with five ropes of hot, newly brewed, creamy cum.

The spell was broken. Running to the window, Olav and Ludwig reported that they could see fire and smoke coming from Predatorius’ castle. The health and safety of the youths of two kingdoms was assured.

There is not much more to tell in this story. Cumming and Shafter were united and the two kingdoms were joined in a magnificent ceremony in the Castle.

Olav and Ludwig were made Ministers of the Kingdom, and lived together working with their two liege lords for the betterment of the kingdoms.

Oh, you want to know what happened to Lance and Everhard?

The two kings abdicated in favor of their two sons, and went to live at a Nude Gay Beach Community for Retired Royalty. They spent their days exercising their hands, their mouths, and other male muscles, and had a high old time. In deed, they all lived happily ever after.

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Posted: 06/13/08