Date: Thu, 3 Jun 2021 10:35:13 -0400 From: Drew Tenma Subject: The Adventures of Aron, Chapter 5 (TG) The Adventures of Aron Part 5 (The Prince finds Aron on the beach: https://i.imgur.com/bv5XAwC.png) (The Prince has sex with Aron: https://i.imgur.com/BeCvSpn.jpg) Aron awoke the next morning and stretched. He had got used to his new human form quickly. His bottom was still a little sore after Ursula pounding him. But he remembered how sore his vagina had been after the first time Eric had had sex with him. He knew it would not take long for his insides to feel normal again. He decided it was time to put his plan into action. He knew from his morning sunbathe that the Prince had taken to taking long solitary walks along the beach. Aron planned to position himself somewhere along the route where the Prince could not fail to meet him. He debated for a moment about wearing some seaweed garments but decided that given what he knew about the Prince, he would make more of an impression on him if he remained naked. Taking care that none of the underwater kingdom dwellers saw him he ascended towards the surface. Aron swam towards the beach, it took longer than he remembered, and it was also more difficult, since he no longer had his fishtail to propel him, but he still felt more at home in his body than he had ever felt, so it did not bother him. Feeling his feet touch the bottom he waded out of the water, relishing the warmth of the sun (especially on his lower half where he had never felt it before). He walked along the beach until he found a spot that suited him. A formation of rocks at the water's edge. He positioned himself in a seated position reclining against a larger rock with his legs spread wide enough to reveal his hairless boy bits in all their glory. He could already feel the heat of the rock on his naked bottom. Looking at the sun, taking note of it's position he knew it wouldn't be too long until the Prince came by for his walk. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sun on his body. Less than 10 minutes later he heard a soft footfall and a gasp of surprise. He opened his eyes, squinting a bit at first because of the bright sunlight he saw the Price standing there frozen in surprise staring at the naked apparition spread out on the rocks before his eyes. He blinked a few times to make sure that this boy in front of him, about whom he had dreamed only last night was really here, not a product of his tortured mind. Finally deciding that Aron was real he slowly tentatively advanced towards him, taking in the beauty of this boy. Aron was also captivated by the beauty of the Prince. He was not classically handsome the way Eric had been. This man was more finely drawn, and still had a slight boyishness about his looks. It was possible that he was a few years younger than Eric had been. The Prince's eyes left Aron's slowly moving downwards. His eyes stopped at Aron's nipples. The Prince found them beautiful. Not overly large, the same shape and size that Kit's had been, but a far more brilliant shade of pink. Against Aron's fair skin, his nipples stood out like little pink beacons. The Prince did not need to touch them to know they were hard. Feeling the Prince's eyes moving further downwards to focus on his crotch Aron's penis reacted of its own accord, standing up straight to expectant stiffness. He heard the Prince exhale forcefully. Aron stood up and covered the distance between them. The two stood looking at each other, Aron believed he could never get tired of looking at the handsome Prince. After a moment of indecision, the Prince took Aron in his arms, hugging his naked body, but not letting his hands wander below the small of Aron's back. He felt elated when Aron returned the hug with evident interest, pressing their bodies even closer together. The Prince could feel Aron's ribs against his stomach, Aron's erection poking him in the thigh. Aron was smaller than Kit had been, barely 5 foot tall, but this did not matter to the Prince, he found the difference in their sizes pleasing. "You were the one." The Prince whispered. Aron moved slightly away and looked up questioningly into his face "You found Kit and brought him back." "Yes." Aron said. "He died." The Prince said his voice choked up. "I know, I heard." Aron said "I'm sorry. I know he meant a lot to you." "I just wanted to say thank you." The Prince continued. But I could never find you." "I've been away." Aron answered. "Listen," the Prince said seized by a sudden inspiration, "I don't know if you already have somewhere to stay, but...there are a lot of guest rooms in my father's palace. I'm sure you could stay there...until you can find somewhere." "I'd like that." Aron whispered pressing himself close to the Prince again, his erection unabated. "I can't bring you up to the palace like that." The Prince said. Aron understood that the Prince was refereeing to his nakedness. "But I have a few towels that I keep just inside the door to the beach, we could wrap you in a few of those, then for all they know you could be wearing swimming shorts underneath." It struck Aron as odd that the Prince had not assumed that Aron's clothes were not somewhere nearby. The truth was, that the Prince, so captivated by Aron's beauty, clothes had not even entered his mind. If it came up later Aron would say he had swum over from another beach and that his clothes were still there. If someone were sent to find them, they would have conveniently been stolen. "Okay." Aron said. Side by side they walked back toward the door at the bottom of the cliff face. Opening it Aron say a small ante chamber that seemed to have been carved out of the very cliff. At one end a row of steps led upwards. The Prince handed Aron two towels. Aron wrapped one around his waist. He was so skinny that he almost had to wrap the towel around twice. A hand towel would have sufficed he thought. The other one the Prince draped around his neck thereby obscuring his nipples. The Prince already missed seeing them, but his mind was teeming with possibilities of how he would see those nipples again soon enough. On closer inspection Aron saw that not only the chamber, but the steps as well had been deliberately carved out of the cliff, so the steps were rough rock. Aron winced when he put his foot on the first step. The Prince saw this and immediately went back to the shelf which held the towels. He rummaged around a bit and finally came back and handed Aron a pair of flipflops. "You can wear these. They used to be...Kit's." His voice cracked a bit when saying Kit's name. Aron realised then that the Prince had had genuine feelings for his deceased lover. He slid on the flipflops, they fit perfectly, and he began to follow the Prince up the stone steps. "This flight of stairs lead to the palace cellars, they used to be dungeons, but we have little use for them now, so we mainly use them for storage. That is why there is a door to the beach, so that any supplies that may come by ship are brought up the steps. Back in the old times some ships used to stop of here and trade some of their wares bound for other ports with us...a kind of smuggling. The cellars are directly below the kitchens, but I don't think the staff will see us. If they do, don't worry they are very discreet." Aron realised that the Prince's liking for boys was very much an open secret among the palace staff. They arrived at the top of the steps, there was a short passageway with further flights of stairs upwards at the other end. Halfway along the passage was the doorway to the kitchen, there was steam and the smell of cooking in the air. Quietly, so as not to attract attention they stole along the passageway. They hurried up the flights of stairs. Aron could see that this was the area where the Prince and his father lived. There were plush carpets, art and hanging tapestries on the walls, gold fixtures, marble walls. Everything the lap of luxury. It wasn't as though Aron was a stranger to luxury. During his time as Ariel married to Eric, he had lived in a palace very much like this one. But that had been two years ago, and the passage of time and the unhappy end of the marriage had blunted the memories, so he was still impressed by the living quarters of the Prince. They didn't meet any of the staff, these parts of the palace were cleaned early in the morning. Arriving on the third floor, slightly out of breath, the Prince said, "Let me show you my room, we can get you some clothes, we can't have you at dinner tonight dressed in towels." He led the way to his room. Opening the door, Aron was amazed at what he saw. The room was more like a suite in a luxury hotel. The door opened into a large living room. There was ever more art on the walls, with thick pile carpets and rugs giving everything a warm feel. Large sofas and armchairs placed around a coffee table, at the end of this room were a set of double doors wide open which showed a four posted bed. Even the bedroom had its own seating area with a sofa and coffee table in the corner. There were large French windows with a balcony that looked out over the sparkling blue sea. Following the Prince still slightly dazed Aron saw that there was a huge bathroom with a bathtub the side of a small swimming pool with a jacuzzi that could easily accommodate 6 people. There was also a large power shower and even a wooden cubicle which Aron recognized as a small sauna. The prince had disappeared into a walk-in closet. Coming out he had some clothes in his hands. "Kit used to keep some clothes here, none of mine would fit you. All too big, but these might." He handed Aron a pair of trousers, a shirt and a jacket. Aron could see that he would need a belt to hold the trousers up. He was far skinnier than Kit had been. He looked at the clothes, they were far fancier than the seaweed garments Aron was used to wearing. "No underwear I'm afraid." The Prince said. But Aron didn't care. He pulled off the towels, while still looking at the Prince. The Prince felt himself get instantly hard when he looked at Aron's beautiful, smooth, slightly muscled chest. The nipples were obviously still hard, standing up to expectant hardness. The Prince wanted more than anything to lower his mouth to them and taste their sweetness. His eyes then strayed lower over Aron's ribcage, outlined clearly below his chest. Aron had still not lost his erection, and he was obviously not in any hurry to get dressed. He preferred being naked, since becoming a merboy he had never needed to wear clothes, now as a human he did not see why he should have to wear any. But he decided that he would humour the Prince. "Can I only get dressed, just before dinner?" he asked. "I don't want to take a chance of getting these fine clothes dirty until that time." Aron realised he enjoyed having the Prince staring at him, or more expressly at his body. "I guess..." The Prince said "...I could order a light lunch for us to be brought up here. You could hide in the bathroom while the servant is in my room. That way you would not have to get dressed for lunch. Unless you want to." Aron decided it was time to be a bit more brazen "The question is do you want me to?" The Prince stood there stunned. He did not know what to say. "Don't be embarrassed." Aron said giving the Prince his cutest smile. "I can tell you like looking at me, you obviously like seeing my body and I want you to see all of me." Aron made a point by turning around and bending over to retrieve one of the towels that had dropped to the floor exposing his perfect, round, bubble shaped bottom to the Prince. Seeing Aron's nickel sized pink hole, nearly caused the Prince to have an involuntary orgasm. Standing up again, Aron turned round to face him again. The Prince could not get over how beautiful this boy was. Small and skinny, almost to the point of being scrawny, his ribs clearly visible but all that suited him. The Prince was elated, he felt he had found the boy of his dreams. Making and effort the Prince forced himself to speak. "I will have lunch brought to this room, make yourself comfortable, and if you prefer not to wear clothes, well I have no objection." The Prince left to give the order to the kitchens. Aron took the opportunity to take a good look around the Prince' quarters. The bathroom was indeed all marble and gold fixtures. The four-poster bed had silken sheets. Aron loved the feel of the silkiness of the sheets on his bare bottom. The Prince returned to find Aron seated on the bed, looking out at the sea view from the large window. "I ordered some sandwiches with lemonade, along with some strawberries and whipped cream." The Prince said, his eyes on Aron's nipples. I can't have people seeing you in my room...at least not yet. We can get to know each other better over lunch. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. Aron went into the bathroom and waited, the Prince came and said, "It's fine you can come out now." Aron exited, he saw a big platter of sandwiches, next to two large bowls, one containing ripe strawberries, the other a mound of whipped cream. A large jug of fresh iced lemonade accompanied then. He suddenly realised how hungry he was, he had not eaten since last night, just before he went to see Ursula. The two sat on easy chairs on either side of the coffee table, Aron helped himself to sandwiches and lemonade. He remembered the delicious afternoon teas he had shared with Eric while they travelled around on their honeymoon. But sitting here with this beautiful man, was so much better. He barely noticed what he was eating. In a short space of time the sandwiches and strawberries were gone, but some whipped cream remained, though slightly more liquid. Aron leaned back in his chair his ribs flexing and his nipples on full display. The Prince could not contain himself any longer. "There is still some cream left." He pointed out. "Seems a shame to let it go to waste. I have an idea." Aron looked up at him questioningly. "What kind of idea?" "Why don't you go and lie back on the bed?" The Prince said. "I'm sure you will enjoy it." Aron did as he was asked, lying on the silky sheets on his back. The Prince then came in with the cream. Gently he poured some of the cream onto Aron's left nipple. Aron giggled because the coldness tickled his sensitive nubs. Then the Prince lowered his mouth to Aron's chest and licked the cream off, giving his nipples several sensual licks even after the cream had been cleaned off. He then poured cream onto Aron's right nipple, again licking it off. The next time he poured cream onto him, instead of licking it off, he rubbed it all over Aron's upper body, gently massaging in into the groove in between each rib. The then returned to Aron's nipples with his mouth. First the right one licking all around it in a clockwise direction. Then in a counter clockwise motion, spending at least 5 minutes in each direction before starting to lick up and down. He spent 10 minutes giving the nipple sensuous licks and occasionally sucking on the tips. While he was doing this with his hands, he was stroking every one of Aron's ribs then running his had up and down them like strumming a guitar. The Prince then moved on the left nipple again licking in a circular motion in one direction and then in the other. When he sucked on the tip Aron felt a stirring in his groin and his penis which had been frozen like a statue since meeting the Prince began jerking and pulsing as spasms of pure joy racked his body. He felt passion surging through his body, making him arch his back thrusting his crotch forward. Slowly the feelings lessen and he flopped back down onto the bed. Aron realised he had just had his first orgasm, though as yet unable to shoot. The Prince however was undeterred, he carried on licking Aron's chest for another few minutes. Then he picked up the cream again. Due to the heat, it had reverted to liquid form. He poured the remaining cream over Aron's penis, which had stayed hard even after his first dry orgasm. He then licked around Aron's hairless pubic mound, cleaning the cream off, before taking Aron's cock in his mouth. Even after there was no cream left, the Prince kept sucking, bobbing his head up and down on Aron's dick, swirling his tongue along the underside so that soon Aron's body was shaking from a second dry orgasm. This orgasm was not less powerful than the first. Aron's body shook and convulsed with pleasure, and he heard himself moan in his boyish voice. He had never felt sensations as exquisite as these before. And one thing he was certain on, he wanted more of these pleasures. While he was still basking in the afterglow of his back-to-back climaxes, he opened his eyes to see the Prince lying on his side facing him. Without hesitating Aron rolled towards him, wrapping his skinny arms and legs around the Prince he pressed his lips to the Prince's. Their tongues duelled in each other's mouths. Finally, they had to stop to draw breath. "By the way...my name is Aron." Aron manged to say, his chest heaving. The Prince could not help but laugh. It was just the simplicity and innocence of that statement, made at that moment, that was so funny. He found Aron's innocence cute. "Mine is Justin. But since I am the song of the King, most people call me "Prince" or "Sir", but since it's just you and me, you can call me Justin." "Justin." Aron said softly, letting the feel of that word roll over his tongue, tasting it like a fine wine. They talked for the rest of the afternoon, occasionally stopping to kiss and tussle on the bed, within the first hour the Prince was also naked, but he did not ask Aron to reciprocate his ministrations, that had been just for him. Anyway, he had other ideas about how he wanted to cum. Aron learned a lot about the Prince, but when the Prince asked questions about his life, Aron was deliberately evasive, mainly using stories from his time with Eric. Soon the time for dinner was drawing closer. "I guess we had better take a shower, clean up before dinner." Justin said. Even though he thought that Aron was clean enough as it was. He loved the way Aron's body smelled, like sea air, even his sweat carried the odour of seaweed. Since the Prince had grown up near the sea, he loved everything about it...now he had a boy whose eyes were as green as the sea and who even smelled of the sea. He was falling more in love with Aron every second they spent together. Once in the shower they washed each other, lathering each other up with soap was a great excuse for the Prince to grope Aron's smooth, plump, yet incredibly firm behind, he even let his finger gently tease Aron's outer ring a few times. Aron was similarly enamoured of the Prince's firm, sculpted, muscular buttocks. He remembered how amazing they had looked while the Prince was pistoning back and forth inside Kit. When they had both rinsed the soap off, they gently dried each other, and went back to the bedroom to get dressed. Aron begged the Prince to let him go to dinner still naked, but the Prince was adamant. His father would not tolerate a naked guest at the dinner table, even shirtless was out of the question. So, Aron dressed in the clothes that had one been Kit's, they even found a belt that kept Aron's trousers from falling off his skinny hips, as long as it was on the last hole. The Prince noticed how Aron's bottom filled out the seat of his trousers. Aron was so skinny, yet his bubble shaped bottom really stood out. And the Prince had plans for it. The dinner passed pleasantly enough. The King had showed a bit of surprise at his son bringing such a young boy to the dinner table, but Aron showed himself to be at ease in such company, and the King had taken a liking to him. They had spent the evening in convivial conversation during dinner. The King retired to his chambers soon after the coffee had been drunk. This is what Justin had been waiting for. "Do you want me to show you to your guest suite? Or would you like to spend the night with me?" The Prince was determined to be a gentleman about this. He knew that Aron wanted him, but he was not going to force himself on him. Aron was not Kit. Kit had been a servant; therefore, he would have had to obey the Prince whether he wanted to or not. Although Kit being a horny teenager, Justin could never remember a time when he had not been in the mood. Aron was a guest, so he was an equal, and needed to be treated as such. "With you." Aron whispered as with bedroom eyes he followed the Prince to his quarters. The moment they were inside Aron stripped naked. He then helped the Prince to disrobe. The moment the Prince's cock sprang free Aron looked at it like a long-lost friend and dropped to his knees. He had been looking forward to this. He had performed oral sex on Eric a few times, although he had always preferred penetrative vaginal sex, but Aron knew that he could please the handsome Prince. He took the erect penis in his hand, after giving it a few gentle tugs he took it into his mouth and began sucking greedily. Bobbing his head, the way he had seen both Kit and the Prince do, he quickly found a rhythm. Every time he went down, he let his tongue slide the entire length of the Prince's cock then he would lick the underside again before pulling back. Then he tried something new. Next time he went down he took the whole cock until he could feel it at the back of his throat, he created a tight seal with his lips around the base and sucked hard. The Prince groaned loudly, Aron, realising that the Prince was about to orgasm quickly released the cock from his mouth, waiting until the Prince was out of the danger zone. Even though Justin had enjoyed the sucking he wanted to move things along. He led Aron to the bed and then positioned him on all fours. Aron's pink pucker was on display, and it looked like it was winking at the Prince, begging to be entered. Bur first the Prince needed to taste that sweet bottom. Using both hands to spread the cheeks of Aron's ass he had perfect access to his little hole. He started licking around the outer anal area, again in a circular motion, but each circle bringing his tongue closer to the hole. Finally, his tongue touched it and Aron let out a high-pitched boyish moan, the moans only intensified as the Prince continued licking his hole. Then Aron's breath caught in his chest as he felt the Prince's tongue slip inside him. He almost couldn't breathe as he felt the tongue darting in and out of his bottom, he had never imagined that something could feel so good. He felt pleasure coursing through his body, but all too soon the Prince stopped. Aron was still recovering from having his bottom licked while he felt a cool liquid being applied to his bottom. Then a blunt hardness pressed against his hole, still slightly open from the tongue action. After a momentary resistance, his hole bloomed and allowed the Prince a smooth unobstructed entry. Aron had been expecting pain, the way he had when Ursula had raped him. But he felt no pain now, the Prince's penis was slimmer than Ursula's tentacles, indeed, he took the Prince's length like it was nothing, only moving slightly to move the invading prick in the right direction. Eventually he was impaled, every inch of the Prince's dick inside him, and he felt he was in heaven. He enjoyed the feeling of fullness and the closeness that came when two bodies joined together. Then the Prince started to thrust, and Aron's breathing became shallow, each thrust felt like he was finding paradise, but the next thrust felt even better. Soon the Prince was running in and out of Aron at a blindingly fast pace and then he suddenly stopped. He lay on his back, Aron instinctively knew what he wanted and the straddled to Prince, placing the hard cock at the entrance to his boy hole. Pushing down he felt every part of the pleasure return with a vengeance. He was moving his bottom up and down on the Prince slowly, wanting to savour the feeling of the penis moving back and forth inside him, slowly speeding up until he was bouncing up and down on the Prince's cock like a cowboy having the ride of his life. At this moment Aron heard screams, and realised they were coming from his mouth, try as he might he could not contain them, and they came pouring out of him at an ever-increasing pitch. The Prince was moaning too, but his moans were completely drowned out by Aron's screams of pleasure. The Prince signalled him to stop, and while keeping his cock inside Aron eased the boy onto his back. Aron placed his feet on the Prince's shoulders and the Prince began to move and Aron started moaning again, his moans quickly becoming screams. Aron had never felt pleasure like this, certainly not with Eric or with any romances he may had had with merboys (before transitioning), and Ursula did not even count. That had been rape. The Prince was thrusting in and out faster than ever, suddenly he groaned really loudly and pulling out at the last minute shot his seed all over Aron's body. As he felt the hot liquid splashing onto his face and body Aron felt his penis swell and start jerking uncontrollably as surges of pleasure shot through him for the third time that day. Every spike of pleasure caused his penis to twitch and when the pleasure finally abated, he was completely spent. He felt the Prince collapse against him, the rapidly cooling wetness now trapped between their bodies. They were both breathing heavily, they did not need words, if indeed they could have found words to describe how they felt at that time. The only way Aron could think to describe it was the best sex ever. After cuddling for a while, they fell asleep in each other's arms. Aron would have been ready to go again, but the Prince had given him all he had. But Aron comforted himself that he at least had another 6 days, and he intended to utilize them fully.