Date: Mon, 20 Nov 2023 00:30:43 +0000 From: jacklynch945 Subject: The Prince The Pauper And the Chief Chapter 31 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 31. Deeper. Earlier in the day, late morning, Charles struggled to pry his eyes open. He tried to roll over but the sheets were wound around his leg. Squirming a little, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his watch. Nearly 11 AM! The shades and curtains were drawn but the bright sun shown right through anyway, so the place was pretty well lit up. Roger lay on his side, his back to Charles. Mike lay between them, flat on his back, mostly naked now that the sheets had been partially kicked back, his arm resting across his face. Last night had pretty much been a Fuck-O-Rama. He used his fingers to try to count the number of ways he'd either had sex or been a party to sex. He lost count after four. He had just taken a satisfied breath as the beach party celebration for the Jaws opening was starting to wind down. In the legions of film premieres, this one was going down as one of the most unique and one of the best. He really didn't have that much of an opinion about films. His specialty was premieres. But, this movie felt different. They would probably know by the weekend about how big it was going to be. It felt REALLY BIG! Charles saw him over near one of the smoldering pits, gnawing on a corn on the cob, his fingers greasy with butter, his lips equally so. God damn! Fuckin' cute! "Ya know. If you don't chew that corn up good, it comes out in whole kernels when you poop." Mike pulled the cob away from his mouth, giggling uncontrollably. It was sort of funny how connections went around and around. The world was awfully small. Of course, Harvey Kirschner was on the guest list. Why? Who knows! His was just one of those names that had been forwarded to him from LA. Harvey had called to see if he could get tickets for his friends. A bit of finagling here and there, and three more seats were set aside. Charles had a hard time letting the kid go after that magical kiss. Smitten? Totally! Please, please, please, he'd pleaded with Mike. Let me take you out. Buy YOU a doughnut. Anything! Mike had simply chuckled, held his hand, and murmured some weak excuses. At the minimum, Charles extracted a promise from the kid to meet up after the premiere. Little did he know at the time that Mike was already on the guest list, one of Harvey's people. They all ended up in a circle, jawing away. Ok. Fairies all around. No problem, as far as Charles was concerned. They all managed to pile into Harvey's vintage Mercedes for the trip down Island to Katama. The house was lit up like a Christmas tree. Apparently, a plan had been forged in advance. Champagne and scrumptious snacks already set out, Bobby Short tickling the keys on the stereo. They all made themselves at home right away. For Mike, Charles was pleased and mildly surprised when he unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it hanging open so that his smooth chest was clearly visible. Tan skin, light brown nipples, an adorable tummy and belly button, hip bones sticking out just a bit above the waistband of his slacks. Very natural, as if it was more than welcome, perhaps expected. The kid was definitely the center of attention and he was loving every minute of it. Distracted and hard beyond belief, Charles tried to hold it together. He gazed at the surroundings, all white and steel, shag and leather. Two easels had been set up at the far end of the living room by the sliding glass doors. Pencil and watercolor drawings on paper mounted on oversized mats. The naked figure of a boy on the beach. In one of them he was on his stomach, legs spread, up on his elbows, looking off to the side. His balls crushed underneath, his cute ass open and inviting. In the other, he was sort of propped up on a rock, legs open, two exquisite balls visible, and a modest pencil dick, sticking straight up in the air. Long blond hair, a cute face, the body of a tween. "Where'd you find the boy, Harve?" Winkie asked. Harvey chuckled, looking at Roger. "Well, actually." He paused for effect. "His uncle introduced him to me." Roger stroked his chin and smirked. "Ya know. He bears a striking resemblance to that Prince boy we ran into over at Gay Head. Remember? The one who was with that gorgeous Black guy," Winkie said, turning to Roger. Roger licked his lips. "Now, that Black guy would be someone I'd like to see in a piece of art. Or, up close and personal." Winkie huffed. "Not my cup of tea. I prefer them younger, white, and blond." He reached over and gave Mike a squeeze around his waist. *** Some drinking, a bit of snacking. Charles was finally able to corner Mike. Pressing him against a wall, he held his chin up with two fingers and gave him a kiss. Embarrassed at first, a little shy, the first kisses were tentative. Then with a groan, Mike brought his hand around to the back of Charles's head, and kissed him deeply. Conversation seemed to stop or perhaps Charles blocked it out. He unbuckled Mike's belt, jerked his pants and underwear down, and swallowed his thick and mighty cock. The rest of the night seemed to be a bit of a blur. Charles remembered fucking the boy as he laid on a bed, his ass hanging over the edge, legs thrown up in the air. It seemed like they were all taking turns. He was a little dizzy so he wasn't sure. He let Roger fuck him. On all fours, he bent down and kissed Mike deeply as Roger's cock wrecked his own ass. Winkie was there. So was Harvey, except it seemed like he was always standing off to the side, paradoxically still completely dressed. Just watching. How the three of them ended up in his bed at the Wesley, he'd never know. No memory of even getting back to Oak Bluffs, let alone what might have transpired on this bed. All he knew, staring at the gorgeous boy next to him and his equally attractive uncle, this arrangement had a lot of long-term appeal. His mind started to spin. How could he get these two guys back to West Hollywood with him? *** Prince felt like he was walking on stilts. His legs were numb. He went through the motions, putting in his hours, actually Kip's hours, working at the Edgartown Paper Store. Periodically, tears would overflow, running down his cheeks, his nose running. He caught Trent staring at him, a concerned look on his face. "What's the matter, little buddy?" Now by his side, Trent had left the pharmacy counter. Prince couldn't hold it back. He started wailing. "Hey, Kippers!" Trent exclaimed sympathetically. His arm around Prince, he walked him out the door and around the corner to a bench. By this time, Prince's sobs were coming in great heaving gasps. "Tell me! Tell me! What's wrong?" He finally blurted it out. "My Nana died!" The crying continued. Trent pulled some tissues out of his pharmacy jacket and made Prince blow his nose, once the crying subsided. "You go home. I'll tell Stan." Prince shook his head, wiping tears away with the back of his hand. "I'm supposed to work." Trent frowned, likewise shaking his head. "Not today. You're excused." Trent didn't return to the store until he made sure the boy had gotten his bike and was starting to walk it up Main Street. The Chief had just untangled a small traffic snarl at Main and Summer Street when he observed Kip walking his bike up the sidewalk. Head down. It appeared as if his eyes and nose were red. God damn it! He said to himself. If that prick was beating up that kid again, there was going to be hell to pay. Hitching his gun belt up, he strode over and blocked Prince's path. "Oh, hi." Prince said in a dull voice. "Kip. How are you doin'?" "I'm ok." "Where are you going?" Prince shrugged his shoulders. He looked off in the distance. "Home, I guess." Tim frowned. "I don't think that's a good idea. Not until I have a chance to talk to Phil." Prince looked up at The Chief, a confused expression on his face. "You mean Larry, don't you?" "Larry?! Him too?" Prince shook his head. "No, I dunno." "You going to be ok?" "Yeah. They're lobstering all day, anyway." *** It was more than a bee sting. Kind of like an electric shock. A jolt. Then pressure. Lots of pressure. And that was even after having his butthole thoroughly rimmed out. Ty squeezed his eyes shut, grabbing onto Quash's forearms. This was the second time since last night he'd let Quash fuck him, that magnificent cock easing its way inside him. They finally managed to hook up as the party was winding down. Even though it had cooled off considerably, Quash still had beads of sweat on his forehead from working so close to the smoldering pits. Fingers tickling each other, they made plans to meet later at Ty's room in the Wesley. No sooner had he opened the door and their lips were crushed together, arms wound tightly around each other. "I need to shower or something," Quash finally gasped, pulling away. "I can help you with that." Ty slowly and sensually undressed Quash, leading him by his now erect cock to the bathroom. Quash had just lathered up when Ty pulled the shower curtain back and got in with him. It was a rather long shower, to say the least. The sex was urgent, passionate, painful and pleasurable. In between, they caught up. "I'm never gonna let you go." Quash laughed. "You gonna be my sugar daddy, bro?" Ty smirked. "Maybe." Grunting and gasping, Quash threw his head back. Legs pushed over his head, Ty watched him orgasm, pouring pulse after pulse of cum into his bottom. A short while later, Quash groaned as he pulled himself up to a sitting position. "Duty calls." In minutes, he was showered and dressed, using Ty's toothbrush to brush his teeth, as if it were his own. Ty lay partially on his side, his legs wide open, lazily stroking his cock. "You better put that thing away, man. Or, I ain't never gonna make it to work." Quash stared at him as he licked his lips. *** A while later, after jerking himself off, Ty rolled out of bed himself. Bathroom duty accomplished, including a bit of a trim to his pubes, he left to get some of the loose ends tied up from the premiere. Just as he closed the door to his room, he noticed two guys coming out of Charles's room. One older, the other probably a teenager. He just smirked. Ty had just crossed Lake Ave. when he nearly collided with a kid riding his bike. It was close enough that the boy had to swerve away, losing his balance, and having to jump off to avoid falling. "You ok?" After stumbling, Prince regained his balance, shook the hair out of his eyes, and looked at the guy. Ty's mouth opened and he laughed. Here was a kid who was, for all intents and purposes, an exact duplicate of the way he once looked when he was that age. The same build, messed up blond hair, blue eyes, light colored eyebrows. The Prince stared back. His stomach kind of flipped. Something about this guy. What was it? "My fault," he said. "No mine. You had the right-of-way." Prince giggled as he looked to the side. "Was there a sign or something?" Ty laughed himself. "No. But..." He couldn't think of what to say next. *** He just lay there and sort of took it. Laying on Larry's bed, on his tummy, a pillow under his hips to raise them slightly. His legs spread. When Larry nudged the dildo past his anal ring, Prince winced and gasped lightly. He sort of needed this. Punishment of a sorts. He should have never agreed to switch with Kip. Now, his family had left the Island without him. He missed them, and he missed his Nana even more. He lolled around Kip's house most of the day, plotting how he was going to get back to Connecticut. Every plan he conjured up was quickly dashed. Twelve years old, traveling by himself, and no money. He was still trying to figure it out when Phil and Larry got home from work. They both stunk of sweat and fish. Phil never said a word to The Prince. Not even a "hello." Just a glare. He closed the door to the bathroom. Within seconds, the sound of the shower being turned on. Larry grabbed a beer out of the frig, glanced at Prince, and went out the back door. Through the kitchen window, Prince could see the outdoor shower running. Phil was first out. Quickly getting dressed, he kicked the front door open on his way out. His truck pulled away and he left. Larry sauntered back in, a towel wrapped around his waist, went to the refrigerator for another beer, looked at Prince, and dropped the towel. He went over to that cardboard box on the shelf. "Join me?" He leered, pulling the dildo out of the box, and heading toward the stairs. Prince just shrugged, ran a hand through his hair, and got up. "Get undressed." Prince looked at Larry, a blank expression on his face, as he pulled his arms through the sleeves of his shirt. Naked in a few seconds, he was directed to Larry's bed. "On your tummy, boy." Larry commanded. He was already hard. As he got The Prince situated on the bed and spread some lube on the dildo, he hesitated for a moment. Larry had fully expected a full stop fight over this. At minimum, several attempts to squirm away. Instead, the kid was just sort of gave in. Concerned or delighted? He couldn't decide. Now that it was in him, Prince let out his breath, letting the pain and discomfort, the humiliation wash over him. It felt good. Sort of a relief. He could feel his erection below rubbing against the pillow. Just before he grabbed Larry's cock so that he could put it into his mouth he turned to him. "Deeper," he grunted. His blue eyes piercing Larry's.