Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2005 15:56:44 -0400 From: joseph green Subject: Gay/young friends/Royaled Off part 5 Chapter Five - Upward Bound We only had minutes to wait for our plain. The sky captain approached my friend and said something that I can never forget. She bent at the said... and said,... "Prince Alex, would you follow me." Prince? Did she say prince? What the hell is going on. The he took me by the hand and asked if I could sit in first class with him seeing how we were going to the same place. She reluctantly agreed. The man who had sat in the far corner of he terminal had changed shirts and was following us closely. He had a briefcase chained to his wrist and ware sunglasses indoors. He was seated behind us and Alex...Prince Alex asked for a few blankets. Before we were off the ground he had his hand in my fly and was playing with my dick. Once in the air he told me to leave my dick out and he would do the same. We had them covered with the airline blankets and he was sure that would be fine. We ordered drinks and got good and drunk before we got off the plain. About half way into the drinking session the hostage handed him a fax. The man behind us took it from her hand and then passed it to Alex. He bent to me and whispered, "The boy in the urinal we played with, he's dieses free and staying one islands over. We need to get him in bed with us soon." I asked, "Do you do this with everyone you make love to?" He reached for a pair of sun glasses and a small sheiks turban and answered. "I do have everyone checked out for diseases and, my well hung friend, that was not making love. That was just some fun to pass time. What we do tonight will be making love." He fitted the plain white scarf on his head and fixed it in place loosely with a black and white braided chord. He opened another fax with my name on it. James Dylan Wayne was written across the top and I opened it to read. Height was right. General description was right. I was also free of diseases and had a genetic disposition for high blood pressure. That was new. The second page had a photo of me in my seventh grade tournament and another of me in the locker room naked. I was surprised to see that and said so. Then the description read: J. D. Wayne is a good natured male with a strong education in math, good posture a chronic masturbator and may be bisexual. "What the hell did they have to print that. Besides what make it chronic. Once a day, twice a day, what?" "Don't worried. It says the same thing in mine and even worse." He handed me a pair of dark sunglasses and slipped is hand back down my shorts. I returned the favor only to find he was already hard. The man behind us closed the curtain around us for privacy and ordered us two more drinks. My curiosity was getting the better of me and I just had to ask. "Are you a real prince and of shat country?" "I am third inline to the throne but I don't want to tell you which country, besides you Americans only know countries that Survivor is shot in. Let me just say that my father is kink. I am third in line to the thrown and my mother is one of three wives. She and one other wife were from the States. My father was educated in the states and so am I. That's all you need to know." I rolled his hard head between my forefinger and thumb and asked, "So what do I call you? Prince? Alex? Al?" "You call me `Your Highness". Never refer to me as anything else!" He then grinned and began stroking my rod again. The covers were falling off but the curtain was closed so I didn't care. HE bent to kiss the head and whispered to me, "When we are absolutely alone you can cal me fuck-buddy, bustard-child, or fagot. I don't care. Just in public it must be Your Highness!" I noticed the man behind us looking at my manhood and alex was working his way back down to lickit a while. He was treating it like an all day sucker and the head was getting darker purple every hour or so. I leaned my seat back to let the man behind us got a better look. He lowered his galsses and winked at me. Alex was going slowly; painfully slow. I was ready to cum again but he was in no hurry. I reached inside my pants to my cock root that hid behind my scrotum. I began rubbing that hoping to get off sooner. I did. I shook violently and bit down on the blanket to muffle the noise of my pleasure. It felt like I could have shot buckets of white sticky stuff for hours but Alex told me I had only managed to unload once. The rest were dry. My well was running empty and my balls began to ache. He continued to suck and I asked him to stop. He refused. He continued to suck and lick slowly. It was only a forty five minute flight but it felt like we had been up here for ever. I was now sweating from my upper lip and from under my arms. I had both blankets balled up in my face and was banging my head against the first class headrest. The man behind us slowly rubbed my shoulders to calm me down but I was so far gone into this sexual Nederland that he only stimulated me more. My balls had disappeared up into my body and my shaft was on fire with pleasure. I found that I was drooling some into the blankets and was only saved by the seat belt sign coming on and eh announcement that the hostess would be coming by to check out seat belts. We quickly put away our Pride and zipped up. The man behind us was also sweating and needed to get relief somehow. The flight attendant asked to open the curtain and the man behind us did it for her. Alex appeared normal. I was out of breath, flushed and moist from my socks to my scalp. My under shorts...Alex's under shorts were drenched. When we landed Alex handed me the phone built into the arm rest and pointed to the page in my folder that had Franks home phone number . He told me to have him cancel my room that I had already met someone and would be staying with them. When I did Frank informed me that he had a basket of fruit and a fruity-guy waiting for me. I gave him Alex's address and they were to be transferred.