My Night with Prince Harry
submitted September 4, 2012
Categories: Celebrity Fantasy
My Night of Fun with Prince Harry
Please note I don’t know Prince Harry personally or know his true sexual orientation. Furthermore, this story is 100% complete fiction and in no way to insinuate his sexuality or anything of the like. Lastly, this story contains male to male sex, so if this offends you, you are too young to be reading this, or, you are not into these kinds of things please leave now. Thank you and please enjoy this tale.
I suppose I should tell you a little about myself… My name is Keaton Jakub Frank, although I usually go by K.J. I’m about 6’5” 180 pounds. With the amount of body hair I have, I suppose I could fall into the bear category. Although, I suppose I’d be classified as an otter. I’m pretty hairy, but it isn’t gross like some people. Pretty much my body hair is contained to my chest, stomach, arms, legs, and, facial hair. All of which is kept neat and trimmed when necessary. I have no back hair at all, I just find that gross. I consider myself an otter because I’m an average build, kind of muscular. So, I’d suppose I’m a little of both. I have dark brown hair and blue-grey eyes. Have a few piercings in my ears and 1 in each of my nipples. And a few tattoos on my upper arms where are also a couple of places where I’m not hairy. Now on with the story…
This started one nice day in August after seeing some pictures of the Prince
online. I found out his itinerary through some secret channels. I hopped a flight
to his next stop. Upon arriving, I rented a car and headed to find a hotel. I turned
on my laptop and surf the web. Within a few moments I had hit pay dirt. I found
out where the handsome prince would be partying for the night. With those
details in my mind, I glanced at my watch and took note of the time. I had a few
hours to kill before the party was about to begin. So, I decided to head off to pick
up a suit, tie, and some dress shoes. I asked the concierge for a few suggestions
and headed off. Within a few hours I had picked up some fancy new threads and
kicks. I headed back to the hotel and asked the concierge to have them pressed
and sent up to my room. I went up to my room and jumped in the shower while
waiting for my clothes. I made sure to wash my naughty bits real good in case I
was able to get my man for the night into bed. I was going to wank my cock in the
shower. But, decided against it wanting to save myself for later in the night. I
finished my shower, dried off, and, headed to the sink to shave. When I was
finished, I grabbed the robe off the door and headed back into the bedroom.
A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door. I headed over and looked
through the peek hole and saw that it was the bell hop with my clothes. I grabbed
my wallet out of my shorts from earlier and grabbed a few dollars for a tip. I then
walked over to the door, opened it, took my clothes, and slipped the money into
his hand. Then, I closed the door and put the hanger on the rack. I walked over
to my suitcase and grabbed my lucky product of Canada AussieBum underwear
and a tank top. Then put them on. I walked back over to where I had hung my
clothes and grabbed the pinstriped pants and put them on. I loved the way they
showed off my ass and with the enhancer in my underwear they enhanced my
cock and balls. I was already feeling hot and important. I grabbed the soft pink
dress shirt off the hanger and put it on. After that, I put the tie on. It was just a
few shades darker pink then the shirt. I always loved the tone-on-tone look, but I
always like to put my own twist on it by going just a bit darker. I turned on the tele
and decided to watch it for a little while. I didn’t want to head out too early as it
was only like 5 pm. Dinner was at 7 (by myself) and the party was supposed to
start about 10. But of course, I would show up about 10:30 as I always like to
show up to a party fashionably late. Granted I knew my prince would be there and
of course you know those royals. They show up at their leisure, especially the
I finally decided it was time to head to dinner. I of course had eaten by myself.
It was an enjoyable service. After dinner, I was pleasantly full and ready to party.
I paid my bill, headed off to my car, and, drove off to the party.
I headed in and went directly to the dance floor. Within a few moments, I
spotted out of the corner of my eye, the object of my lust, Prince Harry. He was
dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a white dress shirt with the top couple
of buttons undone.
I continued to dance for a little while and kept an eye on Harry. Some time had
passed and decided that it was time for a drink. Of course in order to get to the
bar, I had to walk past where Harry had been standing. As I made my way to the
bar, I accidently on purpose had bumped into him. I instantly felt a current of
electricity jump between us. I immediately apologized to him, although it probably
was something unintelligible. I finally made it to the bar and ordered a drink.
While I stood at the bar taking a few drinks from my drink, a man who looked like a
gym rat came over to me and had a few words with me. It must have been his
handler or a security guard because he was extremely pissed that I had bumped
into the prince. I apologized to him as well. He accepted and left.
I walked around for a little bit to try to find a place to sit down. I was a little tired
from dancing and from the jet lag. I of course walked past Harry again. This time
he was facing me as I walked past, so I flashed him a smile and gave him a wink
as I walked past. And found a place to sit down. It was a table with two chairs
luckily both were empty. So I sat down at one of the two chairs. I continued to sip
my drink; people watched and kept an eye on the prince.
Sometime had passed, and by some surprise, the prince came and sat down
at the table with me. We started by making some small talk which in of itself is
kind of awkward with a royal. By this time, we were both a little drunk. At this
point I just wanted to grab him and have a full on make out session right then and
there. But, I had mentally gone somewhere else. I wasn’t sure how his guards
and such would take it. But, then the second surprise of the night occurred. He
actually leaned over and started kissing me. We kissed what seemed like for
forever, but in actuality it was only for a few minutes. He broke the kiss and my
heart sank. He summoned one of his guards over. In a strange turn of events, it
happened to be the one that had scolded me earlier for bumping into the prince.
They had a hushed conversation between the two of them. After a few minutes,
Harry turned back to me and pulled me close to him. We had a hushed
conversation wherein he asked me back to Clarence House with him. He said to
me that his brother and sister-in-law, dad and stepmom, and the Queen were off
and not in residence. I agreed. And as to not raise any suspicions or have any
pictures show up online I had to hand over my cell. I obliged even though I would
love to have some pics of the prince, but I knew the rules and of course he
recently had gotten in heaping amounts of trouble for the pictures that had
surfaced in the states. And to not raise any suspicions in the morning, I had told
the guard the address of my hotel and gave him my car keys so that he could
take my car there as to not have it be at the house in the morning. Harry told me
that he would arrange an “escape” in the morning for me to be taken back to my
hotel. After we finished our drinks, the other guards ushered us out the back
door of the club and took us to the waiting limo. It was obscured from the press
so not to raise any alarms as the British press and tabloids are worse than here in
the states. So, I reluctantly handed over my keys and cell to the guard. He
assured me that they would be in his safekeeping until tomorrow or until I was sent
away by the prince.
After that, we got into the limo and it whisked us away to Clarence House. We
continued our make out session that we had started in the club. I reached over
and untucked his shirt. I started rubbing his chest and stomach. They weren’t
tight and muscular as I had imagined, but it wasn’t flabby either. There was a light
tap on the divider. We stopped what we were doing and Harry pushed the button
to lower it.
Once it was fully lowered, the guard said to us, “We are approaching the
gate. Please keep your hands and other body parts to yourselves. And sir, I will
need you to hand me all identification to me so I can clear you through security.” I
handed over my passport and driver’s license. He left the divider down and we
approached the gate. The window was lowered in the back so the guard could
look in and ask me a few questions. I answered them, they handed me back my
documents, and, we drove through the gate and onto the grounds. The window
was rolled back up, but the divider was left down.
We drove into the lower chambers of the house and got out of the limo. Harry
took me by the hand and led me to the elevator leading into the house. He gave
me a quick tour on the way to his bedroom. It was really neat to be able to see
some of the personal side of the royals. But, despite all of those things, my mind
was on one thing and one thing only, the young man holding my hand, Prince
Harry. We were all alone in this massive house as the guard had called ahead
and sent all nonessential persons out of the house so that we, Prince Harry and I,
wouldn’t get into any problems.
We finally made it to the Prince’s room.
I said to him, “Holy cow Your Highness, this place is enormous. I thought we’d
never make it to your room.”
He didn’t say a word just walked over to me and started making out with me. It
was very hot. He broke the kiss. Then, he undid my tie and slipped it off and put
it around his neck. Then, he untucked my shirt and unbuttoned it. His lit up like a
young boy at Christmas when he saw my perfect six pack and firm abs and hairy
chest and stomach.
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