Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2015 23:01:21 +0100
From: John skehan <jaskejr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Prince's Private Lessons

Prince's private lessons
jas

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The court life was stifling, as were most in 18th century German lands. The
rituals were similar and the religous differences had fallen away many
decades ago. Erick stood out from the other young men at seven teen years.
His dark, curly hair contrasted with their blond locks. He was also taller,
taking after his Italian father. His mother had an arranged marriage with
the younger son of a prominent Duke in Italy. They had settled at her
grandfather's court. His father, Raymond, had fulfilled his duties as a
husband and produced four children, 3 sons and a daughter.  Erick was the
middle son, one destined for a career in the church. His education was
along side his brothers, a normal study course. He'd mastered 3 languages
and the basics of numbers. He did show an unusual grasp of the classics
which was reflected in his writings. His tutors praised his work to his
parents saying that he would make a fine bishop or abbot one day. Like many
young nobles of his time, Erick had also become very good with the sword.
He practiced with the captain of the palace guard every day after his
studies.

   Erick's interest in sword play extended beyond the cold steel weapons to
a stronger warm one. The guard captain was a large man with a well muscled
body. They often practiced without their shirts. Erick admired the trail of
hair that went down from the captains chest to the top of his pants. He
often wondered what the man would look like naked. Would the hair surround
a flesh weapon of great size? Would the man's legs be covered with the same
soft, blond hair as his head. Would the eggs between his legs be full and
dropping low. Or would they be tight against his body?

  After hours of practice the two usually went to their separate quarters
to change. One hot summer day they had decided to practice in the shade of
a nearby grove of trees. A clear stream ran through the grove. After an
hour of practice in the hot sun the captain called a halt to their work. He
removed his gloves, then sat down to remove his boots. Erick stood cemented
to the spot as he watched the muscles twist on the shoulders of the man.
The captain looked up at the young boy, smiling, he said " Come my young
prince, join me in washing ourselves in the cool waters of this stream." As
he spoke he unfastened the leather straps that held his pants up. Erick's
mouth fell open as the man revealed his naked manhood to the boy. It was
bigger than he ever imagined. He was reminded of the Greek statues he'd
seen at the emperior's court. Only this live, real flesh was much bigger.
Released from the confines of the tight pants, it swayed as if alive. The
captain turned his back to the boy as he folded his garments and bent to
place them on a nearby rock. Erick got a peak at the man's hairy ass crack
and just a quick look at his puckered hole. The boy felt his own rod
stiffen in his pants.

   The captain stood and turned to the teen. He walked slowly to the boy.
reaching out his hand he offered to help saying "Oh my prince, I forgot you
are used to your servant helping you to undress. Let me be your servant for
this time." Erick nodded his head and the captain loosened the sword belt
around his waist. The teen stood shirtless as the man removed the leather
strap holding up his pants. They fell to his booted feet. His rod stood
stiff in the cool air.

  The man realized that to remove the pants the boots would have to be
removed. He knelt down in front of the teen to untie his boots. In the
process Erick's erection touched the captains face as it swayed. The man
ignored the tempting rod and removed the boots, then the pants.

  Before standing he looked up into Ericks eyes. There he saw a desire that
he'd often seen in the eyes of the men in his barracks. He opened his mouth
to speak but was silenced by Erick's rod pushing on his upper lip. With a
whisper he asked "Is this what you want my prince?" The confused teen
slightly nodded his head as he felt his rod beng engulfed by the warmth of
the man's mouth.

  It lasted only a few moments but long enough for a shutter to flow
through Erick's body. Sensing the boy's arousal, the man stood. Now his own
hard weapon was revealed to Erick. It was darker than the boy expected. The
skin covering the head was pulled back taunt to reveal the dark pink head
which glistened with a drop of his liquid on the end. The teen reached out
his hand to grasp the engorged rod in front of him. It felt both soft and
hard in his hand. He gently pulled on it. It was the first one he'd seen
except for his own. He smiled up to the captain and whispered "It's so soft
yet hard, to reveal the strength of the man it is a part of."

  The man put his hands on the teen's shoulders, pushing him down. As if by
instinct Erick knew what he must do. He grasped at the base of the pole and
pulled the man into his open mouth. The man's knees grew weak as the
sensation overcame him. He held onto the young prince for support. The teen
was not experienced in this but showed an enthusiastic need to please. The
moans escaping from the older man's lips confirmed that the boy was doing
well.

  Before he could spend his seed, he raised the boy up and guided him to
the stream. Erick was not happy. He wanted more, wanted to learn more of
how to please a man's body. The captain sensed the boy's needs but
remembered his duty.

  In the stream both washed their bodies. The older man walked up behind
the boy to wash his back. Feeling the strong hands on his shoulders, Erick
moved back into the hairy chest of the captain. Doing this only managed to
wedge the man's rod between Erick's soft buns. Knowing that the captain was
now open to his suggestions, Erick began to move his buns up and down as
the man washed his shoulders.

  This had the desired affect. The man's rod grew stiff with anticipation
of finding a warn tunnel to bury itself in. The boy stood on his tip toes
so that the head of the rod rested on his puckered hole. He eased down on
the hard pole.

  By now the captain had given up any pretense of washing the teen. He
stood perfectly still and hard as the boy mounted his rod. With a small
thrust of his hips he gained access to the warm tunnel of the teen. The boy
cried out with both shock and satisfaction at the penetration. No words
were needed as the two began the motion that comes naturally to men. The
only witnesses to the boy's loss of his virginity were the birds in the
trees overhead.

 The first pain of entry was soon replaced by a warm feeling of pleasure
that washed over the boy as they stood in the stream. The captain reached
around the boy to grasp his hard, leaking tool. He moved his hand up and
down the soft skin. The man's other hand went to the boy's chest, searching
for those nubs he knew he could pleasure. He found them, hard and stiff to
his touch. The boy reacted with a deep moan of pleasure as his whole body
took in the feelings of pleasure he had never known possible.

  The captain removed hmself from the boy and moved them both to the soft
grass. He gently placed the boy on his back and lifted the teens legs to
his shoulders. He looked down into the lust filled eyes of the smiling boy.
Leaning forward he gave those young lips a soft kiss as he moved his rod
back to its new found home. Gently, he pushed into the boy as he kissed the
young man's neck. The boy moaned as he felt the pleasure return to his
body.

  Knowing that the young prince was a virgin only increased the pleasure
the captain felt. He was taking his own pleasure in the body of the royalty
he served. He increased the pumping into the boy as the teen began pushing
back to meet his thrusts.

  In no time both felt their own end nearing. The boy grasped the shoulders
of the man pulling him in deeper into his young body. A spot of unknown
pleasure filled the boy as the man erupted into his willing body. The boys
legs came down to rest on the buns of the soldier, pulling him in and to
hold him in place to prolong the feelings of pleasure. His own climax
followed shortly. The man fell onto the boy's chest while both tried to
regain breath and strength.

  The afternoon had been more than either one had expected.  The boy's
curious questions about men's pleasures had been answered. The captain had
finally given into a pleasure he'd been seeking since first seeing the
boy. The captain rolled off of the boy's chest, laying in the soft
grass. His hand grasped the boy's as they lay there. The boy turned on his
side so that his head rested on the older man's chest. His world had
changed, if only for a short time.  But his life had been touched by
something that would live in his body forever.