I was set to share a room with a chap called Pete, a couple of years younger than me but a fairly good player. The night out came and went without inc...dent and as we were in Manchester ended with a little lap dancing. Back at the Travelodge we started to undress for bed chatting about the night and feeling fairly pissed. I am no prude and have no problem with male nakedness but I was surprised when Pate stripped off completely and jumped into bed. I went to the bathroom and kept my shorts on. That's been kicked.And then Carly's there, face all worried. And some stupid puppy-dog part of me wants to tell her not to. To tell her that's everything's fine, it's just a scratch. But I'm feeling all slow and heavy again, and I know even she wouldn't believe me this time.She comes with me to the nurses' office, and holds my relatively good hand and they strip my shirt off and poke and prod me. She cries when she sees my abdomen, all swollen and covered in dark swathes of bruises. She doesn't. It was salty but yummy. I wiped cum on my lips and led beside him. He said sorry. I replied it’s okay (he is virgin). And asked how long it takes to erect again? He replied I don’t know. I let of a heavy breathe. He then looked me and came over me.He kissed on my forehead and said you are nice and lovely. I smiled and he suddenly placed his lips on my lips and starts sucking. And he inserted his tongue into my mouth licking all over inside and I too sucked his lips. He parted and take his lips. The royal guards, she supposed. Well, the safety of the king would be paramount- perhaps they merely sent the house guards away and took over while the king was here. After all, he was more important.When she entered the tea room, with it’s plush couches, glass display cases of fine china, and delicately carved table, the king was standing by the window, looking contemplatively at the courtyard garden. The click of the door shutting behind her drew his attention, and he smiled easily at her..