Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2006 15:13:39 +0000 (GMT) From: John Davids Subject: The Arab Prince and The English Schoolboy The departure lounge at Dulrhain Airport was full of passengers waiting for the daily flight to London (Heathrow). Arabs dressed in traditional garb, Arabs dressed in western clothes mixed with a small number of westerners, all waiting for their flight to be called. Sitting reading the latest Harry Potter book was a young English boy named Billy Partridge. Billy was fifteen years old and had been spending some of his summer holiday with his father who was a petro chemist on an oil exploration site. The lad had been glad to see his father but had become bored, he was keen to get home and see his friends again. For some reason his mother had insisted that he travel in school uniform, so there he was in grey flannel shorts and striped school blazer. While he was sitting there reading his book , he was being carefully watched by someone in the adjacent VIP lounge. That someone, was Prince Karim, the youngest son of the ruler of Dulrhain. The Prince had recognised the blazer as that of the same public school that he himself had attended as a boy. The Prince's mind went back to his schooldays and he remembered the happy times that he had spent there.. At the age of thirty one the prince was a handsome looking man who was the object of many female fantasies, little did the ladies know that the Prince's desires lay in quite a different direction. He knew that the young lad sitting reading his book could not have been as innocent as he looked, the British public school system didn't allow pretty young boys to remain innocent. The noble Arab picked up the phone and gave precise instructions to the person on the other end. . Billy had been travelling all day, first by Jeep from his father's workplace, then by helicopter to the airport, so he was not happy to learn that his flight had been delayed. After about an hour the announcement was made, that because of technical reasons the flight would now not take off until ten thirty the next morning. Passengers were asked to make their way to the airport entrance, where coaches would take them to hotels that the airline had booked on their behalf. The young schoolboy got on a coach, which dropped people off at various hotels in the city. Passengers stayed on the coach until their names were called out and eventually Billy found himself alone. The coach then pulled up outside the most expensive hotel in the country and Billy heard his name called. He thought that a mistake had been made, but sure enough he was booked into the penthouse suite of the hotel. He made his way up to the suite, where he was welcomed by the prince himself. The prince told him that they would have to share and reassured the young boy by telling him that he was an old boy of Billy's school. The two got to talking about the school, the sports, the masters and the school customs. The older man carefully brought the conversation round to some of the less healthy aspects of the school culture including how the younger boys were abused by the school prefects. " In my day" said the prince, " The first formers had to serve tea at the prefect's Sunday evening party, and they had to serve it naked, does that still go on?" The young boy blushed crimson before agreeing that the custom was still being observed. " And a pretty boy like young would have been one of the first to be picked," continued the lusty Arab. The young English boy looked down and silently nodded. "And after the tea was drunk and the cake eaten, you young lads were next on the menu. I can't believe that a boy as pretty as you did not get away without getting his little bottom well and truly fucked by the prefects." Billy looked up at the Prince,"How do you know all this , Sir," he asked. The Prince smiled, "Because my royal blood did not protect me, I was forced to bend over the prefect's sofa, I was forced to suck their cocks and take their brutish cocks up my ass. Tell me young man, how many big boys have shagged young at one time?" "Five" replied the school boy, " five in my bottom and three in my mouth." The prince gave the boy a knowing smile. "and did you come to enjoy it ." The boy replied that he enjoyed it with one boy at a time, but not five.at a time. "Good", said Karim, "We are going to play a little game". Billy was made to stand on a coffee table and answer questions on the capital cities of the world. Every time he got a question wrong he would have to remove an item of, clothing. As Billy wasn't very good at geography he was soon standing totally naked, while the horny prince watched. The next wrong question and the schoolboy had to jerk off for the royal personage. After he had shot his young jism halfway across the room, the prince called him to the bed. The man lay naked on the bed while the boy lowered his lubed up bottom onto the waiting cock. Billy had taken cocks this big before and as he was riding the Arab, he had control. Soon the young school boy was bouncing up and on the erect cock like his life depended on it. Karim could hold back no longer and emptied his substantial cock into the boyish bottom. That was the start of a night of passion that both would enjoy and both would remember. Next morning, as the the aircraft was taking off The pilot said , "Why were we delayed all this time, there wasn't anything wrong with the plane." The co pilot laughed, "I heard a rumour that Prince Karim wanted to spend the night with a young English boy." "Well", said the pilot, "The schoolboy will have one hell of a sore ass this morning." He was right, of course but the boy was very happy as well as being very sore.In fact it had been the highlight of his holiday.