Date: Thu, 07 Sep 2023 20:10:27 +0000 From: jacklynch945 Subject: The Prince The Pauper And the Chief Chapter 3 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story includes episodes involving underage minors having sex with adults. I expressly condemn this kind of activity. I have made every attempt to present these acts in a thoughtful, sensitive manner. You may not agree. If so, I encourage to avoid reading it. This story mentions real people, real places, and real events, but the characters and the story are entirely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions between minors and adult men. Your feedback, whether in the form of comments or constructive criticism, will always be welcome. Please email me: jacklynch945@proton.me. The Prince. The Pauper. And the Chief. By Jack Lynch Chapter 3. The Pool. Up on the side of the road after the unfortunate beach encounter, The Prince walked toward Edgartown, Danny and Lisbeth in tow. Lucky for them, Prince's brother happened along a few minutes later. Isaac Bashevis Prince, sixteen-years-old, driving the family's shiny new red Jeep Renegade CJ5, with his current girl friend, Jules, in the passenger seat. After a quick blast of the horn, Isaac yelled, "Hop in, guys!" Prince, Danny, and Lisbeth hoisted themselves into the back of the Jeep. Standing up and holding onto the roll-bar, they watched the traffic and the people, occasionally yelling or waving to a few people they recognized. They slowly wound their way into Edgartown on the Beach Road, slowing even further at the merge with Edgartown-Vineyard Haven Road. The traffic finally loosened up a bit after what seemed like an interminable wait for left turning cars into the A&P parking lot. Upper Main Street to Main Street, past the Old Whaling Church and the City Hall that did double duty as the town's movie theatre, finally turning left onto North Water Street. A couple of blocks later, Isaac whipped the steering wheel for a left turn into the Prince driveway at number 92. Traditional Federalist style, two stories with a third that included a widow's walk, the Prince family's summer house was amongst the few prized sea captain's houses sitting just above Edgartown Harbor. Painted a brilliant white with black shutters, a sculpted hedge across the front porch, bright red geraniums in the window boxes. An American flag waved lazily on a pole in the front yard. Lisbeth quickly begged off, heading toward her family's house around the corner on Cottage Street. Isaac and Jules disappeared inside the house. Danny followed The Prince around the side to the back yard swimming pool. "I'm gonna shower off all this sand," Prince said. Not waiting for a response, he headed into the pool house on the backside of the property. Danny just stood there, not really knowing what he should do. Throwing his clothes into a laundry hamper, Prince jumped into the shower. A quick scrub, and after watching the sand swirl down the drain, he stepped out, grabbed a towel, and tied it around his waist. Standing at the mirror, he solemnly appraised himself. Good looking, or so he'd often been told. Grabbing a comb, he carefully arranged his light blond hair, smoothing it down the back and sides Expertly turning the comb to the side, he swept the hair across his forehead, soft bangs falling perfectly into place. Batting his eyelashes at his reflection, his blue eyes sparkling, he smiled and giggled as he admired himself. For a moment, Prince thought about discarding the towel and just walking out to the pool deck buck naked. Give Danny a show. But, at the last moment, he thought the better of it. "Wanna go up to the attic?" Prince asked Danny. He was talking about the second floor of the pool house, a private space that held a generous selection of toys and games. Prince had some games in mind. Other games. "I dunno," Danny replied in a wary voice. He frowned. Prince pulled one side of his towel down seductively, fully exposing his hip and the smooth skin at the top of his thigh. Danny's mouth fell open. This feels out to lunch, he thought. Then again, there was one other time. He felt a little mixed up at the moment. "Naw, I should get home," he finally replied. "Suit yourself," Prince replied as he shrugged his shoulders. Your loss. A minute later, with Danny gone, Prince strolled around to the side of the pool, and dropped the towel. Now naked, he turned around so his back faced the water. Bringing his hand up to pinch his nose, he let himself fall backwards into the pool. The water felt like silk. Swimming to the shallow end he turned so his back was to the wall. Naturally, his hand went to his dick. He'd sort of had that numb feeling when he was trying to tease Danny into going up to the attic. In seconds, he was hard. Looking down, he admired his five-incher. Pink, curving up to his stomach. It looked good, felt even better. With a groan, he turned to face the side wall, barely rubbing his cock against the prickly finish, letting the friction add even more sensation. He thrust his hips back and forth, the water rippling around him. Unbeknownst to The Prince, Jules was watching from Isaac's bedroom window. Seventeen-years-old, her streaked blonde hair parted in the middle, falling to the middle of her back. Blue eyes, cute upturned nose, thin lips. She smirked to herself. Wells, Isaac's little brother. Watching a boy jerk himself off was kind of out there. Oh yeah, Issac. I almost forgot. She turned to him. He was laid out on the bed, flat on his back, his shorts around his ankles, shirt unbuttoned, pulled to the sides. Waiting patiently for her. Waiting for his hand job. Dark wiry hair, olive skin, a light dusting of hair on his chest. His dick, a bit disappointing. Jewish boys, she thought. Not so big in that department but, supposedly, she shrugged, they made the best husbands.