Prince Charming was worried. It had already been over a week since the King's men had gone out looking for Frederick. What if he could not be found? Perhaps he had moved on to a distant land or, worse yet, had found another lover.
The prince could not wait to have Frederick back in his arms again and to cover his beautiful body in kisses and lay him down in sheets of satin and make sweet, tender love to him. It had been far too long since he had known the delights of a man's body: his last encounter had been with the spotty kitchen lad whom he was sure had been responsible for Princess Clarissa becoming pregnant. It had been worth parting with his gold ring and six gold coins for that result because ever since she had become pregnant Princess Clarissa had lost interest in sex and that suited Prince Charming just fine. She had even moved into her own bedroom and that meant that once Frederick came back it would be pretty easy to sneak him into his bedroom for a quick tryst. Oh, just the thought of Frederick's big, fat cock jutting out of that massive bush made him hard.
But right now there was no time to jerk off. He had been invited to a ball that evening at a nobleman's house and he had to get ready. Princess Clarissa had declined the invitation and the thought of a night off, alone, really turned the prince on. He asked his manservant to fetch his finest robes and run him a bath. As he lay in the luxuriantly scented waters the prince thought about his lover and once more his cock rose up, this time like the periscope of a yet to be invented submarine. Once more he had to resist the urge to tug on it; he knew that Earl Kinkyboots was going to be at the ball and although Prince Charming did not find him at all attractive the idea of being in the presence of another man that liked cock was very exciting. And if necessary, well yes he would let the earl slobber over his knob.
It was hard for him to believe that just six months ago he had thought himself all alone in his tastes and desires. Oh, he knew that men could be bought: show them the gold and they would turn a blind eye to the fact that it was a man sucking their cock. Even Frederick had been bought but somehow he was different; he had showed the prince real affection and hadn't even collected the huge bonus that the King had promised him. And Prince Charming found himself wondering now if there were other men of his class who, like him, simply love cock and didn't need to be bought.
Alone in his carriage Prince Charming listened to the clack of the horses hooves. When the new, young footman opened the door of the carriage, back at the palace, the prince couldn't help but notice how ruggedly handsome he was, and the way he filled out his breeches was most impressive. There was something about the poor, peasant lads that worked at the palace that appealed to the prince. He had noticed this attraction long before his first encounter with Frederick but had assumed it was a phase that he would grow out of. There was no future in wanting to be with a man, much less a poor country lad, he had told himself. Yet the fascination had not ended; if anything it had grown stronger. Their masculinity seemed so easily worn, and their beauty was unfussy; all that any of these gorgeous men needed was to be stripped naked and given a bath and then they were ready for the taking. Lately the prince had started fantasizing about taking all of his jewelry and savings and absconding from the palace to live out his days in a modest house somewhere where he could have a steady supply of rough, rugged lovers to drill his ass and blast off in his throat.
And then it was time to stop thinking about cocks as he had arrived at the ball. He spent the next half hour greeting and mingling and dancing a little but now he was bored with all that. The prince was just about to go over and talk to Earl Kinkyboots when in walked the most exquisitely beautiful thing that the prince had ever seen. For a moment he wondered if perhaps this was a lady, dressed up as a man, though that would have been a little too daring for even the bravest, or silliest, of the ladies on the circuit. The price watched, in fascination, as long fingers reached out to stroke an elegant neck. Yes, there was a hint of an Adam's apple but the face could only be called pretty. Long, long lashes framed large blue eyes that he could see scanning the room now. A little button of a nose and a pair of red, Cupid's bow lips completed the picture. This certainly was the most feminine looking man that the prince had ever seen and he was intrigued, not to say incredibly turned on.
'Best to keep that thing down, while in here.' Earl Kinkyboots hissed at him as he looked down at the prince's tenting breeches.
'Oh shit!' the prince responded as he tried to hide his throbbing cock. 'Do you know who he is.'
'A merchant's son, I'm told.' The Earl sniffed. 'But then I've heard you have a taste for that sort of thing.
The prince was stunned. What were people saying about him? And who had spread the rumours? Surely not Fred, nor the spotty kitchen lad?
'What exactly have you heard?' he asked the Earl.
'Let's just say that you like the life downstairs.' The Earl replied. 'You know, you and I, we could have been a team...'
'Hardly.' Prince Charming pulled rank. 'I am a prince of the realm, one day to be crowned King. Besides, you're not really my type.'
'Well good luck with him,' the Earl spat as he walked away in a huff.
The prince watched his pretty young man as he declined the attentions of various females while continuing to scan the room. What was watching, the prince wondered. And then, suddenly he saw it, he was checking out the men's crotches as they danced! Elation bubbled through the princes' blood. Yes, yes, yes! The sweet young man was into cock and so greedy in his need; perhaps he was yet to make good his fantasy. Was this a virgin that he was lusting after? The very thought of it almost caused him to gush. He stood watching for a few more minutes, studying the way the young man held himself. There was a certain provocative grace in feminine movements. The idea of holding that delicate body in his arms and then teasing out of it a masculine response, as Priapus took hold, sent a shiver of delight through the royal personage. It was time for the prince to make his move.
'Are you enjoying the ball?' he asked the pretty lad as he sidled up to him.
'Yes, thank you sir.' the pretty lad replied, as he bowed his head.
'Please, forget that I am a prince.' he said.
'But you're not just any old prince, are you sir?' the young man said. 'You're the first born son of our good king.'
'Be that as it may I would prefer it if you would just call me Charming.' the prince said.
