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A Royal f*****g Good Time - The Prince & The p***s Pill - Part 2

"Sorry, they're, um..." Prince Andrew began.

"Parents. Wait until you meet mine," Stephen said. "You'll be glad Atria is so far away from the Enchanted Forest!"

"I'll tell you what I'm glad about right now – that your lips are so close to mine," Andrew said as he leaned in closer to Stephen.

They kissed with wild abandon. Andrew soon discovered that a true gay prince's lips don't lie either. Stephen's were telling Andrew that they wanted him more than they'd ever wanted another man.

Their compressed bodies swayed back and forth as they grabbed and pulled at each other's clothing hungrily. "Why do we royals have to wear so many layers of clothing?" Andrew asked as his c**k throbbed in anticipation of his hands getting at Stephen's bare chest.

"Just rip them off. I'll fix them later," Stephen panted.

Andrew did as commanded, tearing at the fabric. The sounds of the material ripping apart were music to the men's ears. Finally, Stephen stood before Andrew naked from the waist up with a pile of royal garments at his booted feet.

Prince Andrew reached out and caressed his partner's smooth skin. It looked as creamy-white as milk and felt as smooth as silk beneath his fingers. He traced the outline of Stephen's nips, stopping on each one long enough to give it a playful pinch.

Stephen slipped his hands under the final undergarment shirt Andrew still wore. He rubbed his fellow prince's hairy stomach. He followed the thin trail of hair until it exploded in all directions under Andrew's well-formed pecs. Stephen twisted Andrew's manly chest hair in his fingers.

Andrew removed the undergarment and pulled his lover toward him, pressing Stephen's face into his hairy pecs. Stephen rubbed his cheeks against them and licked Andrew's hardening nips.

"I'll give you something to lick," Andrew said as he raised his arm and shoved Stephen's face into his armpit.

Stephen inhaled the masculine scent as he buried his face as deeply as possible in the other man's warm underarm. His hands wandered down Andrew's body, searching for the outline of the prince's thick c**k bulging through his pants.

Andrew moaned with pleasure as he held the back of his partner's head and pushed it repeatedly into his armpit.

"I better get these pants off you before your prick rips a hole right through them!" Stephen teased.

"That's not the only hole it's going to rip through today," Andrew promised.

Stephen dropped to his knees and freed Prince Andrew's throbbing member. "Alas! That's the largest fucker I've ever seen!"

Andrew rewarded the compliment by slapping his engorged meat gently against the other man's cheeks. He then plunged it through Stephen's waiting lips.

His powerful thigh muscles propelled the d**k in and out of the kneeling prince's grateful mouth. Stephen's eyes welled with tears as he choked on Andrew's impressive girth.

"You like that c**k? You want more?"

His mouth was so full of manhood that Stephen couldn't speak. He could only shake his head up and down affirmatively while he looked into Andrew's eyes.

Andrew grabbed the back of Stephen's head with one hand and anchored himself to the kneeling man's chin with the other hand. Andrew forcefully pushed deeper and deeper with each thrust until Stephen gagged and his eyes begged for a breath.

His lover's spit-covered c**k slid out of his mouth as Stephen gasped for air. Andrew wasted no time in yanking Stephen to his feet. He then knelt before him and pulled the other man's pants to his ankles.

Prince Stephen's engorged prick sprung straight up like a tree branch.

Andrew rubbed his hands together hard and fast. The friction warmed them up instantly. He spit in them and wrapped them around Stephen's shaft.

Stephen practically swooned at the feeling of his rod being worked over by Andrew's warm, wet hands. Andrew leaned closer and teased Stephen's cockhead with the tip of his tongue.

He swirled it around the edge of his lips, continually re-lubing it. He was rewarded with his first taste of princely precum dripping from Stephen's prick.

Andrew started to jack his lover's c**k. It was so subtle at first that Stephen didn't even realize it was happening. "That feels so good," Stephen murmured when Andrew intensified his hand motion.

Andrew reached around Stephen's leg with his other hand and cupped one of the man's shapely butt cheeks. It fit nicely in Andrew's strong grip. He alternately massaged it and smacked it.

Each time, Stephen felt the stinging sensation and a split second later heard the "thwack" sound of the firm hand striking him. He loved them both and couldn't decide which he looked forward to more.

Andrew effortlessly picked Stephen up in his strong arms. Stephen's head rested comfortably in the spot between Andrew's bicep and his muscular forearm.

Prince Andrew placed his partner on the edge of the dining hall table. He swept his arm across the tabletop. Dishes and silverware crashed to the floor with a mighty racket.

A flagon of olive oil tipped over. It pooled on the table and a small stream dripped to the marble below.

Andrew laid Stephen down on the table on his back. He removed his lover's boots and pants. He stared admiringly at the naked prince before him.

He ran his arms along the man's bare legs, feeling the curve of each muscle as it connected to the next one. The light coating of hair tickled his fingertips.

Andrew then rolled Stephen over onto his stomach, exposing his princely ass. Andrew stepped to one side of Stephen and used one hand to hold Stephen's feet in the air giving him a better view of Stephen's puckered manhole.

"That's one sweet ass," Andrew said as he once again firmly slapped Stephen's buns.

"That feels nice," Stephen said as Andrew then rubbed the spot left by his red handprint on the delicate, white skin.

Andrew's fingers explored Stephen's crack. They innocently made their way to Stephen's waiting hole.

They poked and probed the edges, stretching the anal opening and letting it snap back. It seemed as if he were measuring to make sure Stephen's hole could handle his imposing c**k.

Stephen twitched happily each time a finger pierced through his hole and touched the inside of him.

Prince Andrew repositioned himself in front of the other prince. He hoisted Stephen's legs onto his shoulders. He squatted down to get his face even with Stephen's ass. He alternated between blowing hot air and spitting into Stephen's hole.

Andrew dove in and inhaled the musky man scent. Stephen's ballsac rested on Andrew's forehead as Andrew ate out Stephen's manhole.

Stephen's legs bounced up and down appreciatively in response to the relentless action of his partner's probing tongue. Andrew stretched his tongue deeper inside with each thrust until finally it hurt to flick it so hard.

Andrew's c**k throbbed rhythmically as his head rocked back and forth. His prick ached to take over the plunging.

He stood up and swiped his hands through the spilled puddle of olive oil next to Stephen's thigh. He lathered Prince Stephen's crack and hole with the slippery substance. He grabbed the flagon and poured the remainder of the oil onto his own d**k.

Andrew told Stephen to lay flat on his stomach.

The prince gladly rolled over and stuck his round naked buns up into the air.

Andrew effortlessly yanked Stephen's legs towards him.

Stephen's arms flailed and he knocked more of the table settings onto the floor. With his legs hanging over the edge of the table, his ass was in the perfect position for penetration by Andrew's lubed up c**k.

Andrew grabbed Stephen's ass cheeks and parted them to make room for his girth. He leaned forward. The edges of Prince Stephen's anal opening offered token resistance, not wanting to be stretched so wide.

Andrew leaned in slowly, letting the weight of his body force his c**k into Stephen's asshole.

Stephen moaned and groaned with pleasure as the thick rod disappeared farther into his warm, wet chute. "Don't. Stop. Ever!" Stephen gasped out between deep breaths and biting his lip.

Prince Andrew reached down and took hold of Stephen's shoulders for leverage. He started pumping back and forth.

At first, he was gentle and Stephen barely felt the movement of the large c**k inside him. Stephen's face tensed up when Andrew was fully immersed in him and relaxed as the prick retreated.

"You like that? You like it when your man slams your hole?" Andrew asked as his huge prick disappeared inside Stephen's manhole leaving nothing but Andrew's hairy bush and bouncing ballsac slapping against his lover's ass cheeks.

"f**k me, my perfect prince!" Stephen shouted as Andrew pumped harder and faster.

Andrew put one leg up on a chair and leaned in at Stephen at different angles so as to make sure that no part of Stephen's anal opening missed a full workout.

Prince Andrew was clearly a natural and expert fucker. He made it look effortless while building up the speed and force over several minutes of the merciless ass banging.

Stephen's relaxed body began to flop around like a rag doll. "Breed me, please," he begged. "Make me your royal b***h!"

Andrew pulled his c**k out of his lover's ass. He flipped Stephen over. He pushed his body farther back onto the table.

Andrew finally kicked his own boots off. They hit the table leg with a thud.

He stepped out of his breeches and left them in a pile on the floor. He climbed on top of the table and mounted his partner.

Even though his ass had been railed so much already that morning, Prince Stephen still let out a cry of surprise when the large rod was reinserted into his ass from the new angle. Stephen felt the other man's hairy and sweaty pecs rub against his smooth back.

Andrew intertwined his hairy legs with Stephen's legs connecting their bodies in yet another way.

Andrew bounced up and down on top of Stephen. His full weight helped drive his c**k even harder and deeper into the man's buttocks than had been possible in their other position.

The pounding sound reminded them both of a hammer being driven into wood. The wooden table shook from the force.

Stephen felt safe and secure with his body completely engulfed by his new lover. He smiled when he felt Andrew's arms slide under his chest.

He arched his back even more, thrusting his hips backward to meet the c**k penetrating his ass. "Seed me! I want to feel you spray inside me!"

Andrew's c**k pulsed. He couldn't hold it back anymore. "I'm going to f*****g explode!" he half-warned and half-promised.

"Do it, fill my ass!" Stephen responded. He smiled as he felt the c**k explode inside his warm, wet hole. The manly liquid sprayed out of Prince Andrew's prick and coated Stephen's insides.

Andrew erupted several times causing the c*m to spill out of Stephen's ass onto the table when he pulled out. His jizz-covered c**k still pulsed and sent spurts of white goo onto his lover’s perfectly round butt.

Stephen turned over and lay on the table on his back. His c**k dribbled precum in anticipation of Andrew's attention.

Andrew grasped Stephen's ballsac. He worked the prince's man nuts in and out of his fingers like a court jester juggling a dozen balls.

Andrew used his own c*m and more of the spilled olive oil to lube his hand. He just went crazy jacking Stephen's c**k up and down. "Show me what a real and true gay prince's c*m looks like."

Prince Stephen couldn't hold back if he wanted to. On command, his c**k let out the longest string of jizz either of them had ever seen.

It was so sticky that it didn't even run when it landed on Andrew's face. Andrew breathed in the sweet smell as a gob of c*m lodged in the corner of his nostril.

The second burst shot up onto Stephen's stomach and smooth chest. Andrew never let up the jerking motion on Stephen's c**k.

It continued to spit out squirts of splooge as Stephen's body jerked back and forth in response to how sensitive his shaft got when it spermed at the hands of a handsome hunk like Prince Andrew.

The two princes took a deep breath and lay side by side on the great dining hall table with their c*m-spattered bodies in each other's arms.

"You were amazing," Prince Stephen said as he tried to regain his breath and composure.

"Nobody has ever made me feel like that in all my life," Andrew confessed. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my royal husband?"

Stephen leaned over and kissed Andrew delicately on the lips. Since a real and true gay prince's lips never lie, Andrew knew they were saying, "Yes!" and that someday he and Stephen would rule the kingdom together.

Of course, the two princes lived happily ever after!