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So any of you that follow my stories may know that I got annoyed with unnecessary editing to my stories, and that I wouldn't write anymore here. Well I have been writing stories on Nifty, which is nice because I can write about things there that I can't write here. But I did miss not being able to share Chem stories, and I do enjoy writing some messed up shit, so I will try BZ again and hope I don't have the same issues.

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Part 1

 

My partner and I are big Disney fanatics. And for me, Prince Eric was the ultimate. That perfect dark hair, and those big, blue eyes, topped by those awesome thick brows. Then there was that perfect square jawline, and sweet, boyish smile. And that body, so perfectly smooth. Defind, but still twinkish. Yea, I had the hots for a cartoon, but that's not so weird. I had jerked off many times imagining ruining his perfect life.

 

So one year we planned a trip to Disney world for gay day. We made it a five day trip with two other couples we were friends with, all of who were into the leather scene. We were all in our 40's and pretty good looking. None of us were totally muscular, but we weren't completely out of shape. We had bellies, and most of us were pretty hairy. One couple, Joe and Alex even had their own boy, a sweet little blond twink. Not that hair colour mattered as it was always buzzed short. It was of course much easier to deal with various hoods and such that way, as he spent lots of time in full leather or rubber. He was barely 22, named Brent. He was pretty small, what you would call "fun size" I guess. Of course, we had all used him many times before, friends share, right? And he had been trained to take any cock his Master's wished him too, which was particularly great for our little group since we were all Hiv+. It wasn't always easy to find a bareback bottom. But Brent was a good little cumdump.

 

So the seven of us got a nice hotel in Orlando. The other couple, Dave and Jeffrey flew down, but Joe, Alex, Brent, me and my partner Steve, rented a van and drove down. It was a 12 hour drive, but this way we were able to bring our leather gear and toys and what not, as well as plenty of party supplies to last us the four days. We had four 8 balls of Tina, a bunch of extasy, some G, weed, and plenty of bottles of fresh poppers. And besides, the long drive isn't so bad when you got a boy to keep you occupied. At one point, I was in the passenger seat, and he was on me naked, riding my cock when we passed a trucker. He looked down and honked at us and we ended up pulling over and letting him have a turn on Brent's hole. And I'll tell you, there are few things hotter than watching a big, fat, black cock pounding a skinny little white boy. Plus, we didn't have to stop to piss. Brent drank down every bit we gave him. When he had to piss, he just did it in a jug that we would dump out the window.

 

So here we are, gay day at the park, high on weed and extasy, all wearing our leather pride shirts, leather caps, and leather boots. Brent of course was wearing leather shorts with a wife beater and a collar and leash. About half the day in, I spotted him. There he was, Prince Eric in person. And the actor they had playing him did NOT disappoint! He was 100% the personification of the ultimate Disney Prince.

 

"There he is! There he is!" I said excitedly, grabbing Steve's hand, feeling like a little child. I instantly broke out in a sweat. Of course the heat and the extasy didn't help much. I just stood there watching him interact with the other guests. He was so perfect, and my cock got hard in my pants as I imagined him on his knees with my dick in his mouth, with those pink, pouty lips, looking up at me with those big blue eyes, tears running down as I grabbed his thick, dark hair and made him choke on my cock.

 

"Come on silly!" Said Steve as he dragged me toward my fantasy boy. Eric saw us approaching and flashed us a big white smile with his perfect teeth, which I'm sure he does to everyone. This is Disney after all. I had butterflies in my stomach as we approached him. Of course I really didn't expect anything more than a picture, but I was glad I was high, because I could at least embarrass myself and not give two shits about it.

 

"Are you enjoying the Magic Kingdom?" Eric asked as he smiled at us. 

 

"Oh yeah!" I replied as I got next to him while Steven took pictures on the phone. "And you are my highlite!" I gushed at him. "I love Prince Eric." I said as I gazed down into his eyes.

 

"Well thank you, kind sir." He replied in an awe shucks kind of way as his cheeks flushed. "That's very flattering." We chatted for a moment when he leaned into me and whispered, "I like your shirt."

 

Well what the fuck? Did Prince Eric just flirt with me? My cock got harder in my pants as I imagined the nasty, degrading, perverted things I wanted to do to this boy. And like I said, thank God for the drugs, or I never would have done what I did next. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a business card. Steve and I had some printed up with our first names and our phone number in case we ran into interesting people we might want to party with. 

 

I casually passed the card to Eric as I shook his hand. I leaned in and whispered, "I'd love to have a drink with you when your off shift." Oh God, how can I embarrass myself like that? But to my surprise, he glanced at the card and discreetly tucked it into his costume.

 

"I'll call you." He whispered back. Then he turned away as more people approached him.

 

I hurried back to Steven who asked, "Did you actually give him our number?" 

 

"Yea, can you believe that?" I replied.

 

"What did he say?"

 

"That he would call me."

 

"Holy shit! You lucky [banned word]!"

 

"Oh come on, that's never going to actually happen! Disney characters get hit on ALL the time! He was just being nice."

 

Imagine my shock when my phone rang at 8 o'clock that night.

 

"Oh hey, it's Ken." Said a voice, followed by a brief silence. "Um, you probably know me as Prince Eric?"

 

I almost dropped the fucking phone.

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Part 2

Well, hey there." I replied, trying to sound casual while my heart was pounding a mile a minute. "You off work now?"

 

"Yea." He replied. "Uh, so I should ask, are you Steve or Craig?"

 

"Oh Craig." I replied. "So, you wanna hang and have a drink?" I asked, biting my lip, expecting him to say he couldn't. I knew if I could just get close to him, I could trap him in my web.

 

"Yea, that would be cool." He replied. "But.....the thing is, I'm not 21 yet. Is that a problem?"

 

I almost laughed. "Problem? No man, not at all. So....how old are you?"

 

"I'm 18. I just recently graduated. This is my summer job before college."

 

Oh sweet hell, I thought to myself as my hard dick seeped some precum into my jeans. "That's awesome. We can still meet at the lounge at my hotel, we'll order you a coke."

 

"That sounds fine." He replied. So I gave him the hotel information and we agreed we would meet there at 9:30. Steve and I rushed back to the hotel where I debated if I should grab a quick shower, but decided no, I'll just leave my natural smell. Steve and I got really stoned, and I prepared a little dose of G to try and slip into Ken's drink.

 

At 9:30, we were at the lounge, but Ken was no where to be seen. I was afraid he had chickened out. Which honestly, would have been better for him. He had no idea what he was walking into. Steve and I ordered beers and a coke, which made it very easy to slip the G in, since he wasn't here yet. At 9:40, he walked in looking like the perfect sacrificial lamb. He was wearing white shorts and a button up shirt, making him look like a modern, preppy Prince Eric. I noticed his legs were hairy, but that can be fixed. I did love the fact that his legs were well defined, which practically guaranteed the rest of him would be too. I waved him over and he smiled that boyish smile. After we all shook hands, such a polite boy, he sat down and took his first sip of his laced coke.

 

"So," I just jumped right in. Hell, I was stoned. "What promoted you to agree to call me? I'm old enough to be your dad."

 

"How old are you? If you don't mind me asking?" He enquired.

 

"45."

 

"My dad's 39. So I guess you're older than him."

 

That thought just made my dick ache more.

 

"I don't know, you seemed nice, you know. I get hit on a lot. People are really creepy. But you didn't come across that way." He said, as he ran his fingers through his thick hair. I was so glad to see it wasn't a wig he had been wearing. But I chuckled silently to myself that he thought I wasn't creepy. If he only knew what was in store for him. 

 

"So," I started, hesitantly. "You said you liked my shirt."

 

"Yea, well, I'm curious about......well I'm gay, and I've had sex a few times, but I've seen stuff, you know, like, on the internet....." He trailed off, drinking more of his coke.

 

"Like kinky stuff?" I prodded.

 

"Yea." He replied bashfully. Oh God I wanted him.

 

"Like what?" I probed further.

 

"Like, stuff.... you know. Like tying someone up, or blindfolding them. I don't know. I'm just curious. And I said when I came here I would try new things. And it's hard to meet certain guys, and the internet is just, I don't know, it's hard."

 

"Where did you come from?" I asked.

 

"Utah. Yea I'm Mormon. I'm going to BYU in the fall. Go courgars." He said, raising his fist in the air. "I'm putting off going on my mission for a while." I jumped a little when Steve grabbed my knee under the table. This corruption was getting better and better. "Hey, I gotta use the John." He said, getting up.

 

As I watched that nice, round ass walk away, I turned to Steve." Can I keep him. Please?" I mock begged him.

 

Steve laughed. "We'll see. This still might not go in your direction."

 

"The kids putty in my hands." I replied. "All I have to do is get him up to our room, and I can guarantee he'll be carrying my babies in a couple of hours!"

 

"Mine too?" Asked Steve.

 

"Of course baby." I replied as I kissed him on the lips. "After I impregnate him, his little pussy will be open for business."

 

"Is it warm in here?" Asked Ken as he sat back down. I smiled a little smile at Steve. The G was starting to work.

 

"I have an idea." I said. "Our drinks are finished, let's go up to our room and chill a little more."

 

"Sounds cool." Said Ken, standing back up. "Lead the way." I will, I thought. I'm leading this lamb to slaughter.

 

I liked that my Prince was shorter than me. I much prefer dominating smaller guys. He was probably 5'9" to my 6ft and Steve's 6"2'. And I decided to assert my dominance the second the elevator closed. I pushed Ken against the wall and started kissing him. He was surprised at first, but quickly melted into me. This kid was going to be easy. I rubbed my hands on his face while my tongue probed his mouth. His face was a smooth as silk. Not a hair on it. I didn't stop until the doors opened.

 

Once inside our room, I opened the mini bar and brought out three beers as Steve put towels at the bottom of the door . "Have you drank before?" I asked him.

 

"A couple times. Not very much though." Was his reply.

 

"Good." I said. "Ever smoked weed?"

 

"No, I don't think I should do that."

 

"Now come on. It's practically legal everywhere now. And besides, you did say you were going to try new things."

 

"You're right." He said decisively. "Weeds not THAT bad. Sure."

 

"And it will help relax you." I said as I lit a joint and inhaling. I handed it to Ken, and he held it to those lucious pink lips of his, and inhaled, coughing almost immediately. "You have to cough to get off!" I smirked. He bravely took another hit, and struggled to hold it in. He succeeded for a few seconds before coughing it out. Steve and I took a couple of hits, then handed it back to Ken. This time, he was able to hold it in without coughing. 

 

Soon the joint was gone, and Ken was high, and giggely, and more talkative. I managed to talk him out of his shirt and my mouth went dry as I surveyed his creamy, smooth skin, and his big, pink nipples. Nipples that were born to be abused.  He talked about his life back in Utah on the farm, which explained his awesome body. He talked about his 4 brothers and three sisters. He talked about once, when he was younger, he spied on one of his older brothers masturbating in the barn. How it excited and scared him, but he couldn't take his eyes off his brothers cock. He talked about the few sexual encounters that he had. It turns out, they were mostly blowjobs, and he fucked a guy once. But he had never been fucked.

 

 Oh my God. I was going to impregnate a virgin Mormon boy.

 

While he talked, Steve handed me four blue pills. Two were extasy, two were Viagra. I popped my two and told Ken to open his mouth.

 

"What are those?" He asked through slited eyes.

 

"Do you trust me? They're just going to make you feel real good."

 

He just smiled at me as he popped them in his mouth and washed them down with the last of his beer.

 

"So," I started. "Since a lot of what you've probably seen online is roll playing, can we do a little. Can I call you Eric? Can we pretend you really are Prince Eric."

 

"Yea." He laughed. "I figured you wanted to, but I didn't know how to bring it up."

 

"Sweet, and one more thing. Eric was nice and smooth. I want to shave your legs."

 

"Really? I mean I don't know......" He stopped. "New things!" He pronounced. It's only hair, it'll grow back."

 

With that, I took his hand and led him into the bathroom while Steve packed a glass pipe with some T. As I ran some bathwater, I pulled down Eric's shorts and underwear, admiring how well built his thighs were. He had a beautiful cock that was getting hard. I took the clippers to his legs first, and had them almost smooth in no time. Then I took the clippers to his bushy pubes. He didn't even object, he just let me do my work. Then I sat him in the tub. I did first one leg, then the other, then had him stand up so I could finish his crotch. His cock was rock hard and stood straight up, probably 6 inches. He moaned as I lathered his cock and balls, and carefully shaved the rest of his pubic hair. Soon, he was totally hairless, which just added to his boyish beauty. I did not touch his armpit hair though. That's a bit of a fetish for me. There is something so sexy to me about a hairless boy with hairy pits, and Eric's we're nice and bushy.

 

After I washed him off, I wrapped a towel around him and we returned to the other room. Steve had changed into some of his leather items, including his leather jock strap. He didn't want Eric to see his mamoth cock yet. I had a really nice 8 inches, but Steve had a fat 10 inches with a big mushroom head. Guaranteed to destroy Eric's virgin hole.

 

"One last thing." I said as I sat Eric between us on the bed.

 

"What's that?" He asked, looking at the pipe Steve was about to smoke.

 

"It's called Tina." She's a lot of fun. You'll like her."

 

"Is that meth? I don't know, I've heard so many bad things about it."

 

"Trust me my Prince." I said stroking him. "It's ok. We've been enjoying it for years. It's ok once in a while. Now, he's going to take a hit, and when he puts his mouth on yours, breath in while he exhales." I watched as the smoke passed from my partner to my new prize. After he exhaled, I held it up to his pink lips and lit the bowl, telling him to hold it until I said exhale. My cock started getting hard again as I watched his young, muscled chest expand, knowing his life would never be the same from this moment. After he blew out a big white cloud I took a hit myself, then placed my mouth on his. He didn't need to be told what to do a second time. When he exhaled, I held the pipe up to his lips. He took two hits from the pipe for our one each, so he had 8 full pipe hits, plus 8 shotgun hits from us. When we finished the pipe, is blue eyes had turned into saucers and he had a glazed look on his face.

 

It was time for the real party to begin.

 

 

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I see BZ still has some bizarre arbitrary rules. They banned a word in my first chapter. It was p.e.r.v.  I have no idea why this word is unacceptable.

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2 hours ago, spoonboy44 said:

Thank you for the great story!  I would love to read some of your other ones, is there a way to find you?

The easiest would be to search my screen name

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37 minutes ago, elasticmaster said:

I'd love to know your author name on Nifty too. We've missed you!

Thank you. I write under nastyslutinmt on Nifty.

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