Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2023 02:05:40 +0000 From: jacklynch945 Subject: The Prince The Pauper And the Chief Chapter 7 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 7. Saved by the Bell. "If you want me to, I can take my shirt off for you again." Winkie had been trying to figure out what the heck Prince was doing back at his house. Now he knew. Knocking on his door after he got home from school, Prince had used the rather weak pretense of wondering if Winkie needed to send any Arts League papers back to his mom. Still dressed in his school uniform. A navy blazer with a Greenwich Country Day patch on the breast pocket, khaki pants, a blue oxford cloth shirt, and a loosely pulled down rep tie. "If you'd like. Sure, go ahead." Winkie had been sitting at the Swedish modern cherry wood desk in his den. He leaned forward on his elbows, a smile on his face. Prince had been replaying his last visit to Mr. Wilkie's house over and over in his mind for the last several days. Sitting at dinner last night, he had trouble keeping his fingers from tickling the underside of his cock, hard and pressed against his pants. He kept fantasizing about what it would be like if, if... The other day, after school, the door locked to his room, he'd stripped completely. A careful examination of his body in the mirror on his bedroom door. Turning and twisting so he could see most of his backside, he admired his shoulder blades and smooth back. His butt was so nice and round, sticking out a bit. It didn't even look that gross when he spread his cheeks and looked at his butt hole. If he pushed like he was making a poop, the wrinkled hole kind of unfurled and opened a little. That little session, like the others, ended with him pouring a load into his sock. Now, here he was. Finally. Barely able to suppress a giggle, Prince pulled his tie off, followed by his blazer, letting both fall to the floor. Starting from the top, he unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it loosely open for just a couple of seconds. Perhaps a minor hesitation, but more of a tease. Then he shrugged it off. Winkie's breath was shallow. For a moment, he thought he might faint. What a sight! That boy was a vision! Searching for the right words he cleared his throat. "Ah, how does that feel?" Prince giggled lightly. "It feels...a...hip!" He swept the hair out of his eyes. Bright dimpled smile. "Well, have a seat, Prince. Tell me about your day." After Prince sat down in the worn leather arm chair, they proceeded to chat it up for a few minutes. Eventually, Winkie brought the conversation around to the Prince's state of dress, or undress. "You look a little funny sitting there like that." "I do? Maybe I should..." "No. I meant you look kind of like those construction workers. The ones wearing the tan work pants who work bare chested when it's really hot." Prince chuckled. "Never noticed." "You would look, ah, more, ah, what's the word? Natural! If you were, ah, dressed more like you were at the swimming pool." "Well, I don't have my swim trunks." "Yeah, but you're wearing underpants, right?" Prince nodded. "Well...so..." Winkie searched for the next thing to say but he couldn't quite put it into words. "Oh. I get it!" A goofy smile now on his face, Prince stood up, kicked his penny loafers off, and quickly stripped his pants down and off. Lastly, he pulled his socks off, stood in front of Winkie with his arms spread for a moment, giggled, and flopped back down in the chair. Sitting there in his bright white briefs, he looked...Winkie rolled all kinds of descriptive words around in his head. Amazing, adorable, sexy, delicious. Slumped back in the chair, Prince smiled broadly at Winkie. He knew how he looked and he knew he looked good. He knew because of the look on Winkie's face. Their banter continued in a halting kind of awkward manner. It was so odd, Winkie thought, and terribly erotic, at the same time. The boy just sitting there, clad only in white briefs. The Prince felt his heart beating wildly in his chest, all the while, maintaining his cool demeanor. It felt really good, this whole thing. Practically bare naked. Just for the heck of it, he let his legs fall open, bending his right knee a bit and propping it up on the arm of the chair. Winkie's eye balls practically ached. Trying to keep his eyes on the boy's face at first, failing miserably, he allowed his gaze to fall to the gap in the leg of Prince's underpants. Barely visible, one of his pink balls, nice and tidy against his leg. A glimpse of his dick, the outline of it underneath his briefs. Conversation stopped. Winkie couldn't think of a damn thing to say. The silence was deafening. "Brr-r-r-ing!" Saved by the bell. Or, the phone, rather. When Winkie picked up it up, his broker just started talking. Not even a "hello." Twenty minutes to close, gotta cover those call options, bids and asks. Winkie was in such a fog, he barely understood what his broker, Ben Dinnerstein, was saying. "Sorry...ah kid. I have to take this," Winkie said, covering the phone receiver's mouthpiece with his hand. Prince shrugged, stood up, and retrieved his shirt off the floor. A minute later, he was fully dressed. As he turned to leave, he glanced over at Winkie who, currently, had his hand over his eyes as he tried to concentrate on the trade that was about to be executed. "To the max!" He exclaimed out loud. Standing just outside Mr. Wilkie's house in the late afternoon sun, The Prince smiled to himself. The power he just had over Mr. Wilkie was amazing. No time right now, but later, tonight in bed, he was going to give his prick a good work out.