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No dreams would be had by the prince that night, however. Alone in his bedchamber, David was plagued by his demons from earlier in the day.
“Damn it, David,” he cursed to himself. He punched his bed pillow. How could an afternoon that had started out so wonderfully end up so horribly wrong?
He’d debated making a second attempt at an apology. But, come on, James had to cut him a little slack. David’s life wasn’t anything like his.
He heaved a sigh. Man, what he wouldn’t have given to be out and proud like James. That guy didn’t know how good he had it.
What was David supposed to have said to the King? Surprise, Dad! Guess we don’t have to worry about that royal wedding you and Mom had always wanted for me. Guess the entire future you planned for your son is down the drain. Guess everything you thought you knew about me was a lie.
A pang hit his chest. If there was anyone he was lying to, David knew it was himself.
He hid his face in his pillow. What he needed was to take his mind off this afternoon. And he knew just how to do it.
The brush of his silk pajamas sliding down over his cock sent tingles through David’s body. Savoring the sensation, he kicked off his pants at the foot of the bed.
Laying back, he admired his ample manhood. His cock was still soft, but even so, it was a package to be proud of.
Tightening his grip, David handled his growing phallus. He could feel between his fingers the blood filling up his manhood, making him erect.
And then, he began to stroke. Just slowly, so he could feel every inch of his hardening tool. He let himself sink into the mattress. What did he need a man for when he could supply this pleasure himself?
Leaning back into his pillow, David let his mind slip away. The sound of his hand sloshing up and down his wet, sloppy cock faded deep into the background as images of pleasure began filling his head. The knight from his boyhood storybook was still a mainstay of his fantasies to this day.
His mind’s eye envisioned the knight straddled over him. His deep, dreamy eyes. His dark, chestnut hair. His cute, dimpled cheeks.
It was then that realization struck him. He wasn’t imagining a knight. He was imagining…James.
James with those big, broad shoulders. James with that hulking, sculpted chest. David licked his lips sensually. James with that heavy, bulging crotch.
He stopped himself instantly. What are you doing, David?
Resolving himself, he shut a mental door. What you need to do, David, is forget all about that guy. Why don’t you try imagining a woman for a change? After all, you are about to marry one.
He felt his manhood soften. Well, so much for that.
He released a sigh of surrender. “Aww, fuck it.”
Opening the floodgates of his mind, David released a tidal wave of fantasies. He imagined James sucking him. Those lips would feel so good wrapped around his shaft. He imaged James fucking him. He bet that stud could plow for hours.
But most of all, what David imagined was James loving him.
A thick wad of cream shot out his cock. From his naval up to his neck, David’s torso was coated in a warm, sticky load.
A load made possible by a single, undeniable man.
“God damn it,” David sighed.
Bjorn Wilde 