Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2023 13:20:36 -0400 From: Hank Subject: The Prince and The Prince 4, Paris, France The Prince and the Prince Paris, France Henry and Gerhard boarded the coach to Paris immediately after breakfast. They weren't too happy this time. The coachman was surly, middle aged, and nearly obese. They decided early on not to invite him to use the extra room. They were also sharing the coach with a lovely newlywed couple, who were going to Paris to celebrate their nuptials. There was more hanky-panky between the newlyweds than between Henry and Gerhard. The cousins decided to stay perfectly within the law, except in the bedroom. The trip was to take three days and two nights. But once again, due to terrible, rainy, weather, they were delayed an extra day. It's a good thing that the two royals had each other, because none of the innkeepers, at their stops on the way to Paris, was anyone they wanted to play with, or who had any desire to play with them. Henry was grateful that his cousin had revealed himself to him. Now he realized how lonely he would be without his cousin's companionship. At the first overnight stop, the driver and the innkeeper brought their saddle bags into their separate rooms. Henry and Gerhard agreed to buy two valises in Paris. There would be plenty of room, with two saddlebags and a valise for each of them. They would then have room to buy additional clothing, if they so desired. As soon as the other guests of the inn had retired for the night, Gerhard left his saddle bags in his room, and took up residence in Henry's bed. By this time, the cousins knew what pleasured them the most. They played until midnight, giving each other extreme joy and pleasure. Gerhard went back to his room before dawn, and was able to sleep for another hour, until the coachman went around to waken his four passengers. He informed them that because of the heavy rain, they couldn't leave until the next morning, and breakfast was now available. They had two more nights on the road, and Gerhard repeated his sneaky business. Lucky for Henry. They arrived in Paris very late in the day. Because of the rain delay, the coach company provided dinner, and a room, for the night. The passengers had an option to stay at the inn for the entire time of their visit, or find different lodgings elsewhere, perhaps more costly, perhaps less costly. The remainder of their stay was at their own expense. They were no longer fare paying customers of the coach company. The two royals opted to find an inn closer to the heart of town, and take one room, making sure that the innkeeper knew that they were cousins. They even registered using the same surname, Bellavania. When they told the surly coachman of their intention, he arranged for a coach to take them to an inn in the heart of the city, early the next morning. He was nicer, and more accommodating, than either had given him credit for. Before leaving, the two royals had breakfast at the inn, but had to pay for it. Neither was used to doing any work at all, but they didn't mind carrying their own bags to the coach. The coachman helped them load the bags on the carriage. They were glad they had moved. The new inn was much fancier and regal than where they stayed the night before. In addition, the innkeeper sent his two young boys to help the cousins with their luggage, and place it in their room. After settling in and washing up, it was lunch time. So, they ate at the inn. The food was far better than the other inn. The surly coachman had not steered them wrong. They decided to take a walk, and get a feel for the city. This was when their next adventure began. They didn't like what they saw. The populous seemed to be in abject poverty. Their clothes were torn and dirty. There were beggars all over the streets begging for food money. Henry and Gerhard were appalled. "How could the king of France allow such awful conditions for his subjects?" Henry wondered out loud. "It would not surprise me, if someday the people rose up and deposed the monarchy," Gerhard echoed Henry's concern. "I'm not liking Paris much," he continued. "Let's inquire where we can purchase the valises we need so desperately," Henry said, "and let's go to London as soon as possible. We can take a coach to Calais, and then a ferry to London. When we are ready to leave London, we can sail to Rome. Paris is too depressing. I'd rather move on." They strolled the streets until late afternoon, and got more disheartened as the hours passed. "Let's go back to the inn, and take a nap," Gerhard suggested. "Then we'll have dinner, and turn in. We'll have some bed fun." "Yes, Cousin," Henry said. "I like your idea. "Of course, Willie," Gerhard said. "As time goes on, you'll find that I'm full of good ideas." ***** Henry was nineteen at this time, and Gerhard was twenty-one. Just as they decided to return to the inn, a young boy, no older than fourteen, ran up the street and bumped into Henry. He was small and very malnourished. Henry thought nothing of it, but before he could run away, Gerhard grabbed the boy, and held him high above his head with one arm. "What are you doing?" Henry asked. "It was an accident. I'm quite all right." "Did you forget, Willie, that I'm here to protect you? Where did you put a few gold coins before we started this little walk?" "In the pocket of my waistcoat. Why?" "Take a look." "My pocket is empty. The boy is a very talented pick pocket," Henry marveled. "Open your fist, boy," Gerhard demanded in perfect French. The boy was very frightened. He opened his fist, and three gold coins fell to the cobblestone. Henry quickly retrieved them. Finally, Gerhard put him down gently. The boy was too frightened to move. Henry looked into the boy's eyes. He had never seen such sad eyes. "Why are you robbing your innocent countrymen on the streets?" he asked. The boy was silent, unable to speak. "If you don't want to be lifted in the air again, find your tongue, boy," Gerhard said harshly. "My parents are dead. I have no home and no place to sleep. I'm so tired, and so hungry. I'm desperate, sir. Please don't turn me into the police. I beg you." The boy started to cry. If you don't think that he melted two hearts, think again. To comfort him, Gerhard wrapped him up in his oversized arms. "We have to help this lad before we leave Paris," Henry said in German. "What do you suggest we do?" Gerhard replied in German, so Paul would not understand them. "First, let's shop. We need to buy two valises, and this boy's clothes reek. I don't even want to wash them. Let's buy him some fresh clothes, and throw away these offensive garments. We'll take him back with us to the inn, and bathe him. Then we'll give him a hearty dinner." "Well, and good," Gerhard said, "and then what?" "We'll give him a good night's sleep in our room. He's so small, he won't hardly take up any room on our bed." "Then we can't play tonight," Gerhard lamented. "He's so tired," Henry pointed out, "that he'll fall into a deep sleep. We can play when he's asleep." "Well, I guess that's as good a solution as any. I would feel terrible if we abandoned him," Gerhard murmured. The only thing Paul got out of all this was the knowledge that although his benefactors spoke perfect French, they were foreigners. "What's your name, boy?" Henry asked, speaking French again. "Priska (Paul)," the boy said. "Okay Paul, my name is Willie, and this brute, who can lift you with one arm, is Gerhard." Paul nodded to indicate that he understood. His knowledge of the city helped them also. He led them to an establishment, where they could buy the valises. They each bought a medium-sized valise so it wouldn't get too heavy to carry. Then Paul took them to a haberdasher, where they bought him three fresh outfits, not just one. They put the new clothes in one of the valises, and Paul put his old clothes back on. When they got back to the inn, they asked the innkeeper to fill a tub with hot water, so they could wash this young lad. "Are you crazy?" the innkeeper asked. "He's a street urchin. He'll rob you at the first opportunity." "He's done that already, or he tried to," Gerhard admitted. "The consequences of his folly left him shaking in fear. I don't think he'll ever try to do that again, to anyone." "Besides," Henry added, "he's not a street urchin anymore. We've adopted him. We are now three cousins travelling together." The innkeeper looked at his guests as if they had lost their minds. "As you wish," he said. He led them to small room at the end of a long passageway. The room contained two bathing tubs. "I'll have my boys fill one of the tubs with hot water, and provide soap and towels. You do understand, gentlemen, there's an extra fee for this service." "Of course," Henry said. "In fact, fill both tubs. They look so inviting, my cousin and I will bathe in the second tub." The cousins took turns bathing Paul completely. They even washed his genitals, which surprised Paul, but he didn't complain. In fact, he got an erection, and all three of them laughed. When they were done, they realized how handsome Paul was. Unfortunately, he badly needed a haircut. It was too late in the day to find a tonsorial establishment, so Gerhard vowed to cut Paul's hair himself, with the scissors he used to trim his beard. Paul's tub was filthy when they took him out and wrapped him in a towel. The two royals opted to bathe together in the other tub. They assisted each other to wash in hard-to-get places. Their intimacy did not escape Paul's attention. When the three "cousins" agreed that they were as clean as ever they would get, they wrapped themselves in towels, and went to their room. They dressed for dinner, and Paul donned one of his new outfits. Gerhard tied his long hair with a small ribbon that he found among his belongings. Paul no longer looked like a street urchin, and off they went to dinner. Paul cried all during the meal. He kept sobbing, `thank you, thank you," to his two benefactors. Henry told him to stop sniveling, and start eating. During dinner, Gerhard requested the innkeeper to engage a coach and driver for their trip to Calais the morning after next. They decided to stay in Paris one more day, since Paul was such a great tour guide. "The trip to Calais requires two days travel, and one overnight stop in Amiens. Is that suitable?" the innkeeper asked. "Very much so," Henry said. "The coach will be here at nine in the morning, the day after tomorrow, so you'll have time for breakfast before you leave." "Be sure to book space for three passengers," Henry whispered to the innkeeper. He didn't want Paul to hear. Once again, the innkeeper looked at them like they were crazy, but he nodded and left. When their bellies were satisfied, they returned to their room, and as soon as the door was closed, Paul fell to his knees. "Please take me with you. Don't leave me behind," he sobbed bitter tears. "You can stay with us as long as you would like," Henry assured him. "We are cousins on an odyssey. We don't know how long we'll be away, but when we are tired of travelling, we'll return to our native countries. You are welcome to join us on this journey, and return home with us if you so desire." Paul answered by slobbering kisses all over their faces. "I guess you want to join us," Henry laughed. "And now to bed. I'd like to begin to explore Paris as early as possible tomorrow." The three men slipped into the bed, and they were all naked. Paul was in the middle. They had to crunch together because of the limited space. Nevertheless, it had been an exhausting, exciting, day, and they all fell asleep immediately. During the night, the two cousins were aware that the other was giving him oral sex, but intermittently. It wasn't either of them. It was Paul doing the deed. He was going back and forth between Henry and Gerhard. By the time the two royals realized what was happening, they were so close to climax, they didn't stop him. The king and the prince reached paradise in Paul's mouth, and he swallowed all of it. When they were all fully awake, Henry questioned Paul regarding his actions. Weeping hard, Paul managed to explain. "When I begged on the streets, a kind gentleman would often give me a sou or two. Occasionally, the gentleman would ask me to go home with him, and he promised that he would feed me. After I ate, he agreed to bathe me, and let me get a good night's sleep. I never said, no. The bed he offered me was always his own. We would go to bed naked, just like now. The gentleman usually fondled me, and sometimes he would favor me with oral sex. Often, a gentleman requested oral sex from me. I was grateful, and I always complied. One time, a gentleman requested anal sex. He hurt me, and I won't do it again." "Is that why you favored us with oral sex just now?" Henry asked. "Yes," Paul said. "I needed to show you both how grateful I was for the good fortune you have bestowed on me." "It's good fortune for all of us," Henry said, "and Paul, Gerhard and I have anal sex all the time. When it's done right, it doesn't hurt at all, and it is quite pleasant. We'll teach you." "It will be fun teaching you," Gerhard agreed, "but for now, let's get some sleep." ***** The tour of Paris, conducted by Paul the next day, left Henry and Gerhard more determined than ever to leave Paris as soon as possible. After Gerhard cut Paul's hair, and he was clean and well dressed, he did indeed look like a royal cousin. In their future stays at wayside inns, they had no trouble booking and sleeping in a room for three. As always, they used the same surname. Author's Note: It has come to my attention that E Mail sent to me via Tickie Story Pages, is not getting forwarded to me because of a computer glitch. If you care to write to me, and comment on my stories, please send E Mail to: hankbrookscc@gmail.com. Thank you. To be continued...