Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2023 11:37:29 +0000 From: jacklynch945 Subject: The Prince The Pauper And the Chief Chapter 8 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 8. The Next Day. Saturday. The Prince's mom and dad and his older sister had driven to Boston to take a look at BU. Sarah was going to be a senior next year. Her future was now in front of her. She was about to be sent off to get her "MRS" degree at one of several schools with an ample population of eligible Jewish boys. Isaac was somewhere, but definitely not at home. After arranging his small but growing collection of Pet Rocks, he grabbed his Black Knight skateboard. Maybe Will would want to do some boarding around the neighborhood. Just as he threw his skateboard onto the sidewalk in front of his house, he spied Mr. Wilkie in front of his. Winkie had been puttering around in the narrow bed of newly planted Impatiens running along the walk from his front door to the street. He had a gardener, of course, but, once in awhile, he liked to do a little of his own primping. He heard him before he saw him. The clacking of the skateboard wheels on the sidewalk. "Hey!" Winkie looked up at Prince, squinting into the sun. "Wha-cha doing, Mr. Wilkie?" "Oh, nothing. I was just...ah..." Winkie couldn't think of what to say next. Here he was, standing there, cuter and sexier than ever. Gym shorts , so short the tops of his legs were visible. Instead of a regular t-shirt or a button up, Prince wore a crop top, the latest fad. Hanging loosely around his abdomen, his tummy and belly button tantalizingly bare. Blue eyes twinkling in the morning sun light. How the heck did the kid always keep his hair so neat? Prince pushed his foot off the skateboard sending it part way into the flower bed. He walked to Winkie's front door, opened it and turning to him asked, "Can I come in?" Almost robotically, Winkie got up and brushed particles of dirt off of the front of his pants legs. Now inside, he quickly tried to get a hold of himself. "Like something to drink?" "Sure. Do you have a Tab?" "Ah, yeah. I think so." Pausing momentarily. "Head out to the back porch. I'll meet you there." In the kitchen, Winkie was going to pour the sodas into glasses. His hands were shaking so bad though, he didn't think he could do it without spilling it all over the place. So, he just grabbed a couple of cans out of the refrigerator and headed out back. When he got there, Prince had already kicked off his sandals and let his shorts drop to the floor. He was just pulling his crop top over his head. "This is ok, isn't it?" He looked at Winkie, a kind of half smile on his face. The shirt was off now, held loosely by his forearms and hands. "Be my guest!" Winkie set one can on a nearby table and collapsed onto the couch with the other. How far is this gonna go, he thought? Alarm bells were going off in his mind as he glanced down to see the growing bulge in the front of Prince's briefs. Prince looked at Winkie with a squirrelly smile. This scenario had played itself out over and over in his mind since last night. In bed, he had jerked off so many times thinking about it that his dick literally ached. This morning, though, he had awakened refreshed and reloaded. Eyes hooded, Winkie looked at the boy, drinking every inch of him in. "Ever heard the term, `cock teaser,' Prince?" Prince shook his head. "No, but I like it." He turned his hip slightly, displaying part of his underwear clad bottom. Winkie opened his mouth to say something but no words would come out. In truth, he had no idea what to say. Fortunately, or not, Prince filled the void. "I can show you the rest, if you want." Winkie, barely able to breathe, just nodded. In one motion, Prince's underpants were down at his ankles. He quickly kicked them off and just stood there, hands on his hips, legs spread slightly in a brazen manner. His pink 5-incher, hard and curved upward. Winkie tried to clear his throat and say something. But what? Fortunately, or not, Prince filled the void. "Can I sit on your lap?" Barely in a whisper, "Ok." Instead of sitting on his lap, Prince more like sat across his lap, placing one arm on Winkie's shoulder. Falling back, he lay his head on the sofa's arm rest, arranged his hair, and closed his eyes. Gazing down at Prince, Winkie thought he looked positively angelic. Everything perfect, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. He'd visually examined the boy yesterday, burning his features into the dark recesses of his brain. As he looked down, he was enchanted to see a new detail, a faint web of blue veins high on the insides of his creamy thighs. He smelled so good. That boy smell, a sweet bitter slightly musky fragrance. Bottle that and you could make a fortune, Winkie thought. Prince opened his eyes, just a sliver, as he brought one arm up and wound his hand around his cock. He slowly pulled on it, a small grin on his face. A dimple appeared on his right cheek. Winkie's hands were crushed under his legs. He dared not move. Just like that, a little devil appeared on one of his shoulders, an angel on the other. Hadn't he seen that in some movie? The little devil stood up, raised his arms, and yelled, "Do it! Do it! Do it!" In between, the angel shook a finger, "You'll be sorry. You'll be sorry." Winkie wanted so badly to wind his fingers around the boy's cock, to cup his precious balls in his other hand, to kiss his tummy, lick his thighs. He started to nudge his hands loose from under his legs, then stopped. "How do you feel about prison, my friend?" The angel warned. "C'mon! What's a little touching?" The devil chuckled. His eyes now glued to Winkie, a slight frown of concentration on his face, Prince dug his heels into the couch and started thrusting his hips up and down. His respiration quickened. Something was about to happen and happen fast. This could be the point of no return, Winkie thought. Ding dong! "Jesus Christ!" Winkie blurted. The sound of the doorbell shook him back to reality. He jumped up, in the process, dumping The Prince to the floor. "Oh. Hi Will. What's up?" Trying to regain his focus, he gazed through his screen door at the kid who lived next door. Winkie tried to act nonchalant even though he'd just had the shit scared out of him. "Is The Prince here?" Will tried to peer around Winkie. But, before he could answer, Prince swept by him, already dressed, and pushed the door open. "Hey Pratt! Let's go!" With that he grabbed his skateboard, turned it toward the street, and quickly pushed off. Will ran after him. "See ya later, Prince!" Winkie called after him. Arms extended to each side to keep his balance, he just rolled away, not looking back.