Gay Erotic Stories

Part One The young prince awoke with a raging hard-on. This in itself was not very unusual and the natural early morning royal ablution rituals normally brought him satisfactory relief from this temporary discomfort. This morning, however, was different. His mind was filled with the residue of a series of disturbingly yearning erotic dreams which he could not easily shake off. At twenty-nine the prince was well into his prime and possessed a body and manner which meant that such dreams were often unnecessary: his daytime activities were well documented by official court chroniclers and most afternoons a visiting prince or emissary would consort with him in a mutually favourable fashion. On days when visitors were either absent or unattractive there existed a special band of twenty-one loyal bodyguards assigned to the prince who were available to service any of his needs. The corps of men had been carefully and lovingly hand-picked by the prince over several years and was now considered by him to contain the cream of the nation’s manhood: good looks and trim athletic bodies were certainly high on the list of criteria for acceptance into the group but so too were good humour, gentleness and imagination. This latter characteristic was something with which the prince himself was also well-endowed and resulted in some of the most incredible social events at court as well as some of the most powerfully charged and sensual occasions in the private royal quarters. For while the prince generally preferred the intimate company of a single companion, there were special parties for several and sometimes all of the group. The last time the whole group had been together was on the prince’s birthday in May. The whole day was put aside for a carefully orchestrated and gradually swelling party, beginning at midday with the prince swimming alone and then joined by four of the younger guards. At the end of the evening the prince washed and swam alone again before retiring to sleep with one favourite; but only after the full ensemble had gathered around the prince, lying naked and vulnerable on a large white rug, to pay their respects with a rather different twenty-one gun salute. But this morning he wanted something different and in his reveries an exciting and dangerous idea entered his mind and forced his erect penis to stiffen even more and moisten with delicate strands of clear royal fluid… To be continued