Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2023 22:44:53 +0000 From: jacklynch945 Subject: The Prince The Pauper And the Chief Chapter 30 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 30. Greenwich. He didn't mean to do it. An accident, really. They were standing there talking, a high ball in his hand. She was sipping on a Coke. Charles was holding the glass kind of high, close to his chest when his knuckles accidentally brushed against her tit. He expected Sarah to pull back or worse, slap him. She did neither. She just stood there. So, he did what any American born twenty-five-year-old horn dog would do. He went back for more. Rocking forward a bit as he told his tales of Hollywood and the movie business, Charles touched her breast more deliberately. Looking quickly from side-to-side, seeing that no one was paying attention, he looked back at Sarah. She had a curious look on her face. Switching the glass to the other hand while keeping both arms raised, he turned his hand over and cupped her breast. She must not have been wearing a bra because he could feel the hard little marble of her nipple, stiffening against his touch. Right out there in the open. The party swirling around him. They continued to chat, her eyes riveted on his, maybe a bit cloudy now, her mouth falling open, his dick pushing against the front of his pants. This was just plain naughty, Sarah thought. And hot! She felt something go "thunk" between her legs, her love canal prepping for action. Something that gave her a jolt of excitement. She started breathing more rapidly when Charles dropped his hand from her breast and stuck it right between her legs. In front of everyone! She dared not look anywhere but up at him. If she looked elsewhere, she was certain everyone at the party would be watching. Even her parents! Sarah was just tipping her head back and closing her eyes when a sudden loud and bright laugh from nearby jolted them both back to reality. Charles stepped back and smiled, an innocent look on his face. Soon after, her parents dragged her brothers and her out of there. Sarah was so mixed up. Ashamed and aroused at the same time, the two emotions feeding on each other. Ashamed because she was aroused and aroused because she was ashamed. Kip sat in the corner of the back seat of the car, trying to make himself small enough that they wouldn't notice he wasn't wearing the right shirt. Everyone was chattering away about the movie and the party. Ronni told tales of chumming it up with Steven Spielberg. That young guy was destined to be someone great, she exclaimed. They walked into the Edgartown house to the sound of the telephone ringing. "What??" Harding blurted out shortly after answering it. He put his hand over his eyes. "When?" Then he was weeping. His mother had just died. Prince's grandmother. Nana, they called her. A sudden stroke. In seconds, they were all crying. Kip didn't know what to do. He'd never met this woman. He just looked sad, unable to say anything. Quietly, still weeping, each of them hugged the other. Within minutes, plans were made. They would fly from the Vineyard tomorrow back to Connecticut. Kip's mind swirled. What was he going to do? He had to switch back with Prince now or first thing in the morning. But, how? No chance to sneak out now. He'd never get over to Oak Bluffs, especially at night. Call? Could he disguise his voice? It didn't matter. The phone was continuously occupied, Harding and Ronni calling other family members, calling the airlines for flight times and reservations. A sleepless night, tossing and turning, even though that bed was so blissfully soft and comfortable. Roused out of bed too early, teeth brushed. Don't bother packing, he was told. They wouldn't need any of their island clothes for this trip. Kip had been to the airport many times, mostly just to hang around and watch all the people coming and going, the planes landing and taking off. When it was their turn to walk through the gate and across the tarmac to the twin engine Cessna, Kip thought his heart was going to leap right out of his chest. He'd never been on an airplane before. Excited and scared! A moment of terror, his body pushed back in his seat from the thrust of the engines, the roar filling his ears. Then, magically, they were up in the air. He looked down on his home island for the first time in his life. The Prince groaned as he rolled over and opened his eyes. This bed was more miserably uncomfortable than ever. After taking a morning whiz, he stood in front of Kip's cubbies searching for a fresh pair of underpants. Clad in just a dirty white wife beater, he dropped his briefs, unaware that someone else was in the room. First a cough. Then, "Nice butt!" Prince turned around to see Larry sitting in a chair at the kitchen table. He'd obviously just gotten up, too. Disheveled greasy hair, faded boxers, and a t-shirt. A cup of coffee sat in front of him. Prince's first thought was to quickly cover up by pulling his shirt below his waist. But, with a smirk, he decided otherwise. Shaking the hair out of his eyes, he turned to Larry, his junk on full display. Get a good look, you perv! The smile quickly left Larry's face, replaced by a dull frown, his eyes laser focused on Prince's cock and balls. Clad only in the wife beater, Prince sauntered over, his dick waving lightly as he walked. "How's it look when it's out in the open, Lare?" Well...lemme see." Larry stared hard at him, rubbing his chin. "I guess I'd say it looks pretty sweet." Prince took hold of his own cock, letting his fingers run along the underside of the shaft, causing it to thicken up and stiffen to half mast. With his other hand, he cupped his balls. "Am I gonna get a little of that?" "I dunno, Uncle Larry," Prince replied sarcastically. What's it worth to ya?" Just then, Phil called from outside. "C'mon, Larry! We gotta get goin'!" Turning his head to the door, "Be there in a sec." Larry got up, went to a small cardboard shipping box on a side table, and pulled a black dildo out of it. "Well, how `bout we see how much your little ass is worth after I get home from work?" He said with a leer. Dropping it back into the box, he sauntered out the door. Prince just stood there, his mouth open, his hand wrapped around his now hard dick. An hour later, when Kip failed to appear for their scheduled switch back, Prince frowned as he stood underneath the awning in front of Murdick's Fudge. He walked slowly along Water Street toward his house, thinking Kip was going to leap out of some hiding place along the way at any moment. The Prince house appeared to be locked up tight and deserted. If he went up and just rang the doorbell, their little game would probably come to a crashing end. "Hey!" He yelled. Lisbeth had just come skipping around the corner. When she stopped, he trotted over to her. "Do me a favor. Ring the doorbell over there and ask for Prince." She stared at him, a confused look on her face. "Just do it. Here's a quarter if you do." Lisbeth just shrugged her shoulders, took the quarter, and skipped over to the Prince front door. Prince ducked behind a hedge when their housekeeper, Francine, came to the door. A few words were spoken after which the door was closed. Lisbeth walked quickly back to where Prince was standing. "They all left." "Left for where?" "Greenwich." "Why?" "I dunno. I think someone died." "Who died??" "Your grandma, I think." Prince felt like he'd been run through with a knife. His mouth fell open, tears filling his eyes. "Did you get left behind or something?" "No. I, ah..." Prince couldn't finish the sentence. He just walked away. After they landed in White Plains, the Prince family all piled into a stretch limo for the twenty-five minute drive to the Greenwich house. A limo! Another first for Kip. It was so luxurious and smooth. Quiet, too! It even smelled expensive. Kip couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at all the traffic and the buildings that lined the freeway. Jeepers Creepers! These people must be rich! Kip was in awe at the splendid neighborhood the Prince family lived in. Huge trees lining the street created a canopy of light and shadow. The house was a mansion, one of several on the block. A broad two-story structure clad in narrow wood siding. Bright white, mahogany shutters, sculptured hedges lining the front and down the curving path to the street. Another housekeeper, this one a big Black woman named Jeannie, cried and hugged them all. The inside of the house seemed to be a larger version of the Edgartown house, complete with another huge kitchen and yet another swimming pool in the spacious back yard. Within minutes, everyone seemed to disappear. Harding went to his study, on the phone immediately. Kip found The Prince's bedroom upstairs on the second floor. Big, well organized, and neat. After all, no one had been here for more than a month. He sat on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do. "You got a visitor." Isaac stuck his head inside the door. A kid walked in after him, someone around his size and age. Who the hell is this? He looked at Kip warily as if he had some kind of disease. He came and sat down next to Kip, their legs touching. "Sorry about your Nana." "Oh, yeah. Thanks." "Wanna do anything?" Like what? What would Prince want to do? Just then, Ronni stuck her head in the door. "Why don't you and Pratt go outside and get some fresh air?" Ok. So, now he had a name. Kip looked at him. About his age, he guessed. Short mousy colored hair, tiny freckles, an up-turned nose. Skinny. He wore shorts. Knobby knees. "Ya, c'mon Prince. I wanna show ya something." Pratt perked up all of a sudden. They walked down two doors to what must have been Pratt's house, winding their way around to the back yard, through a gate, and into the alley that ran along the backsides of all of the properties on the block. "I found this in Mr. Wilkie's garbage can last week," Pratt said, leaning down and pulling a partially crumpled magazine out from behind the garbage stand. The title of the magazine was Young and Restless, the cover displaying a naked teenage boy. Oddly enough, he was wearing some kind of straw hat, something you might see on a South Pacific island. One arm raised to hold the hat on with his hand. "Jeeez!" Kip said with a gasp. His face immediately reddened. "I kind of thought he looked like you," Pratt said, a bit sheepishly. Looking at the magazine cover, Kip could sort of see what Pratt was talking about. This guy had blond hair and blue eyes, too. He was pretty thin except that his chest was fuller and better defined. Smooth, no hair. His pubic hair was thicker and his cock was, for sure, bigger than his own. "I dunno." He smirked. What the hell was he supposed to say? "Check out some of the pictures on the inside," Pratt said. Holding it in one hand, he used the other to flip through the pages, looking methodically at the photos of a variety of boys, some younger than the guy on the front, others obviously older. All naked, or mostly so. Some had huge erections. Something made him stop at a picture of two boys. Both naked. One faced into the back of the other one, his hand on his arm as though he was holding him close. His cock, although not visible, was probably crushed between the butt cheeks of the first boy, whose own dick stuck straight out and slightly up. Bare hips and flanks. "You like that one? I like that one, too." Pratt said, giggling nervously. Kip just smirked a little, feeling a bit embarrassed. He didn't know if he should admit it. "I could see us doing that." Pratt continued. Kip looked up and into the distance, trying to picture it in his mind. Pratt turned slightly so he was now behind Kip. Grabbing onto his hip, he lightly thrust himself into Kip's backside. Even through their clothes, Kip could feel something hard pressing against his butt. They stayed that way for a few seconds, both enjoying the sensation. "I dunno, Pratt." His voice trailed off. Pratt stepped back. "I guess you're sad about your Nana." "Yeah." "Maybe you could come over later and we can do it in my room." He hesitated for a moment. "Without clothes on." Kip turned to Pratt, handing him the magazine. "Maybe."