Jock's Baby

by Roxeanne Rolling

  It’s impossible not to feel his gigantic rock hard erection pressing against me.

  Maybe he has something of the princely charm about him, since I’ve never gone this far with a guy this quickly.

  “Not here,” I finally say.

  I feel remarkably calm with him by my side, but I can’t help but thinking about what would happen if someone were to walk by and see us. If a forest ranger walks by, we’re bound to get some kind of citation. I don’t want to have to explain that at my work.

  Since his shirt’s already off, and his abs are rippling, his chest dense and compact, it’s like the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life to pull away from him.

  He gives me a pretend pouty face that reminds me of the girl I walked to the forest ranger office. I wonder how much time he spent with her?

  “Let’s go to my tent,” I say.

  “I’d take you to my RV, but it’s full of…”

  “Drunk assholes?” I say.

  He chuckles. “That’s one way to put it.”

  “There aren’t too many other ways to put it, the way I can see it. But really what the hell are you doing with all them?”

  “I guess I wanted to make some American friends. Real ones, you know, people that are different than the people in the palace. There, everything is catered to me. It might not sound believable, but it gets really old after a while. That’s why I hate having Eugene hanging around all the time, always try to do things for me.”

  “Sounds kind of nice to me,” I say. “I’ve never had anything like that. Even as a kid I always had to clean my own room. That’s sort of an American tradition. I doubt you went through any of that.”

  He shakes his sexy head. His hair is just perfectly tousled, starting to dry, and I can see now that it’s a very deep brown color.

  No wonder he’s a prince. He fucking looks like a prince…a prince who’s never missed a gym session in his life.

  We get up towards the tent. Normally I’d be worried about whatever underwear of bras I might have lying around in the tent...if this were my apartment, I mean.

  But as soon as we’re in the secluded clearing, behind the rocks and bushes, my hands are all over him. It’s like they’re drawn to him like magnets.

  “I have to have you,” he whispers throatily into my ear, brushing my hair back.

  He’s behind me, his hands caressing my breasts. I gasp a little as his strong hands squeeze them, his fingers working both rock hard nipples at the same time.

  His whole body is pressed against my back.

  “I want you,” I say, surprised to hear myself say the words out loud. Normally, I’m completely non-vocal during sex.

  But the sexy prince is awakening something inside me.

  I’m pretty certain now that my panties are completely soaked through. And sure enough, his hand is inching its way down below my thighs, gripping the inner portion of my right thigh, and pulling my leg back, so that my ass smushes further into his crotch.

  His erection is still in his shorts, but it’s pointed straight up. I can tell because it’s mashed into the crease in my ass, rubbing up and down.

  Luke’s hips are bucking ever so slightly as he caresses me all over. He’s got my head pulled and turned back towards him, our mouths connected sloppily. His tongue is all over mine.

  For once in my life, I’m not holding back at all.

  “Let’s go in the tent,” I say, still vaguely conscious that we’re outside and there’s still the chance someone could show up.

  “I can’t wait,” he growls. “I need to have you right here and now.”

  “Let’s do it,” I say, not quite aware that I’m doing just what he wants, whatever he says. He’s got some kind of magnetic power over me. Fuck, if I have to get fucked by him outside, rather than in my tent…if that’s all it’s going to take to get his giant royal cock between my legs then that’s not too bad of a deal in my book.

  Luke’s got his hand in my waistband and he’s about to slide my shorts down. I can almost already picture it, me with my shorts around my ankles, and Luke entering me from behind while we’re both standing, his arms holding me tight against him, my back arched.

  But before we get a chance…suddenly, there’s a crashing sound as someone’s running through the short scrubby trees.

  I look over, and there’s a cloud of dust over some of the bushes. Someone’s running, kicking up that dust, even though I can’t see him yet.

  “Someone’s coming,” I say, pulling away from Luke.

  “Who cares?” he growls. “Let them watch.”

  “Maybe that’s normal for princes, but not for innocent American girls,” I say.

  “Fuck,” says Luke, sighing, still gazing longingly at me.

  I’ve never felt so hot in my life. Or so desired. It’s not a bad feeling.

  “Sir Lucas,” says someone.

  “Fuck, it’s Eugene,” groans Luke.

  I’ve just run my hands through my hair, and straightened out my clothing, when Eugene emerges through the bushes. He never seems to know about the paths. Maybe that’s part of his royal duties—just to run straight to the prince whenever there’s trouble, no matter what’s in the way, and whether or not there’s a path or a road or anything at all.

  Eugene’s covered in dry dirt this time. Looks like he took a spill somewhere back there. And there are some painful looking cactus spines sticking out of his lower arms.

  “What the fuck, Eugene?” says Luke, not making any effort to conceal his throbbing erection.

  But I can tell Eugene must be used to these kinds of shenanigans, and he politely ignores the situation.

  “Sir, the paparazzi are here.”

  “Shit,” groans Luke. “Not again. Are there are a lot of them?”

  “More than I’ve ever seen.’

  “I didn’t even think they knew I was in the states. How did they find out?”

  “Well, some of your antics have been well…too big to be kept quiet. This thing is going big. If your father gets word of this, well…”

  “Yeah, yeah, Eugene. I know the whole drill well enough. So what the fuck should we do?”

  “Is the paparazzi really that big of a problem?” I say. I really just want them to say no, and then Eugene can leave us alone, and I can finally have Luke’s cock all to myself. I’m simply aching to have him inside me. To feel him pressed up against my inner walls… I’m certain I’m still wet. I wonder if there’s a big wet patch on my shorts that Eugene can see, but I’m too scared to look.

  “Unfortunately yes,” says Luke.

  “I was expecting you to say you could handle whatever they throw at you.”

  “It’s not that… It’s just, well, the political situation can be complicated. There are certain things I’ve got to keep in mind.”

  “Trust me, he already has a bad enough reputation in the press. I’m surprised you’ve never heard of him.” Eugene’s actually smiling a little bit. With this little grin plastered on his face, he reminds me more of a kind of toad creature than a human. He doesn’t seem like a bad guy, really, but he sure is fucking weird. And right now I just want him to leave us the fuck alone, whether or not some newspaper reporters are here.

  “It’s hard to understand what it’s like unless you’ve lived through it,” says Luke.

  “Many, many, many times,” says Eugene.

  “Well, what are you going to do?” I say, staring right into Luke’s eyes. I’m trying to convey in a glance that I need to have him. There has to be a way. My worst fear right now is that he’s going to simply pack up the party RV and drive out to another state, far away from the press, and far away from me.

  “We have to leave,” says Eugene. “Immediately.”

  I’m hoping Luke’s going to tell him to shut the fuck up or something, but he seems to be taking this just as seriously as Eugene. Is his royal inheritance ion the line or something? I’m seeing him in
a slightly different light right now… For one thing, I guess a prince has plenty of problems too.

  But doesn’t he know how wet I got for him? Doesn’t he know I need to have him? Surely he can spare a twenty-minute session before he takes off.

  “Unfortunately I think Eugene’s right,” he says.

  “Come on, sir, I’ll walk you back to the RV.”

  They both turn to leave.

  Fuck.

  I thought there was something…special between us. Something more than just physical attraction, more than just lust. How can he leave me right now? And even if it was just lust, doesn’t he need to have me? I felt how hard his cock was. He’s going to have the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever given anyone—that’s for sure.

  “Hey,” says Luke, stopping for a moment, as he’s just thought of something, some casual thought. He turns to me and gazes right into me… I can’t tell if he’s looking at my tits, the wet patch by my pussy, or my eyes… Something about his look makes me feel dizzy. “There’s no way we’re going to get out of here in daylight with the paparazzi no doubt blocking all the exits. We’re going to have to sneak out in the middle of the night. We usually do it about 4 in the morning.”

  “So you’ve got a lot of experience in this?”

  “I’ve got a lot of experience in a lot of things,” he says, his voice low, practically a growl, giving me a big wink. “Why don’t I stop by your tent tonight around midnight to see how you’re making out with that snakebite? You never know, you might need someone to suck the venom out of you…”

  “I don’t think sucking the venom is actually a good idea,” I say. “Plus, I’m completely fine.”

  I guess I’m so dizzy with lust for him I don’t quite realize what he means at first. Then I catch the double meaning. Oh… he wants to suck me. Suck me! Fuck, I’m going to suck him first. I’ve never wanted a cock in my mouth more in my entire life… I’ve never actually been that crazy about giving oral, and honestly I’ve always tried to avoid it with the couple boyfriends I’ve had over the years. But this isn’t just any cock... it’s not only massive, but a princely cock. I need to give him pleasure…I need to take him completely in my mouth, down to his the thick root of his massive shaft. I can’t wait to see his cock glistening with my saliva as he (hopefully) holds my head down and fucks my mouth like it’s my pussy.

  “Sounds…good,” I manage to say, pulling myself out of my little sex fantasy.

  Luke gives me another wink.

  “Really, sir, I don’t think that’s going to be advisable, given the situation.”

  “Fuck off Eugene,” says Luke, and turns away from me without another word, without a wave.

  I’m just left watching his muscled butt move away from me down the trail.

  “Yes, sir,” says Eugene. That’s the last thing I hear from them, but I know they must be discussing their escape plan.

  I never new the paparazzi was such a big deal. Well, I know the first thing I’m going to do when I get back to the civilized world and have internet access. I’m going to internet search the shit of this Prince Luke—I just hope there are plenty of pictures.

  I watch them disappear. Now there’s nothing to but wait until my prince returns to fuck me.

  I can’t help myself. I close my eyes and picture Luke, pretending he’s on top of me. I slide my hand under my shorts, down to my wetness, and rub myself silly. It only takes a minute before I come. The orgasm is so strong, I fall asleep immediately afterwards, drifting off, despite the heat that’s returned even after my swim.

  5.

  Luke

  We get back and the paparazzi are here, but they haven’t yet found the right RV. They’re kind of milling around, not sure which RV to crowd around.

  “We can sneak in from the back,” says Eugene. “Here, take this, sir.”

  “Don’t fucking call me sir, asshole,” I growl back.

  “That’s right, Lucas, then,” says Eugene.

  He hands me a black American style hoodie sweatshirt that looks ridiculous to be wearing in this Texas heat, but I put it on anyway. He hands me a pair of large dark sunglasses that look like something a famous supermodel woman would wear.

  “Are you kidding, man? If there’s going to be a dead giveaway , wearing dark sunglasses like that, just like someone who wants to a void the paparazzi?”

  “I guess you’re right, Lucas.”

  “Here, give me that hat.”

  He gives it to me eagerly. It’s some kind of horrible looking American fishing hat or something, with a camo pattern all over it. It looks cheesy as hell, but it might just do the trick. I put it on with the brim way down over my face.

  I try to slouch as much as I can, hunching my shoulders forward, and head towards the RV. Eugene eagerly agrees to wait in the bushes for half an hour before coming into the RV. At this point, he’s just as recognizable (to the paparazzi, at least) as I am.

  I head around the back of the RV, and to my surprise, get into the RV without much of a hassle.

  There are a bunch of tits that greet me when I get into the RV. All the American girls have taken off their tops and are lying around lazily. Sebastian is spread eagle lying face up on the floor, an empty beer in each hand.

  I barely even look at the topless chicks though.

  I only want Rebecca.

  My cock’s still half hard from our encounter. I can’t wait to get back there tonight. Fucking press. Fucking paparazzi. If I wasn’t the prince, I’d go out there right now and beat their asses with a two by four, true American style. I’ve got the camo fishing hat and everything.

  I can’t get her out of my head. I return to the trailer to find one of the girls missing, but there are still plenty of them. I finally do a head count and tally up four of them left. At least the pouty one’s gone.

  “Where you been, bro?” says Sebastian, still drunk enough to be slurring his words. For a self-proclaimed serious Boston bar drinker, he really can’t hold his alcohol well.

  “Found myself a piece of real American ass,” I say.

  “Nice,” he says. “You get it in yet or what then?”

  I shake my head.

  “Well, shit man, your balls must be bursting?”

  I nod. “Blue balls to the extreme. Honestly it’s been a while since I had them at all.”

  Sebastian cackles. “Of course, I mean who can resist your princely charm and your princely balls, right?”

  I nod. “She couldn’t either, but Eugene showed up with news that the paparazzi is here.”

  “Fucking Eugene, cock blocking you like that.”

  I nod. “But he’s not half bad. I mean, he’s got a point. We’ve got to do something about the paparazzi. I was lucky to sneak back into the RV. They’re going to be coming, more and more of them, and eventually they’ll figure out which RV it is by running the license plates and doing some journalist detective work. There’s no way I’d be able to get back into the RV now if I’d stayed there later.”

  Which makes my plan to sneak out at midnight all the more stupid, I think to myself.

  Then again, I’ve got to have her. I’ve got to see her again, and I’ve got to get my cock inside her one way or another. Whatever it takes. Images of her naked body in the lake flash before my eyes.

  “What’s the big deal if some reporters see you?” says Sebastian.

  “Well, it’s sort of hard to explain unless you’ve lived through it, man. It’s like…I don’t know. They’re like a swarm of angry bees. They won’t stop swarming you until you do something stupid like punch of them. Then there’s the whole political scandal thing…I could easily get kicked out of the country… It almost happened when I was in New York City, before I met you in Boston.”

  “Yeah?”

  I nod.

  “So this shit is serious, then,” says Sebastian, finally catching on.

  “Yup.”

  “Well, hey man, why don�
�t you take one of these chicks for now. I’m sure they’re up for it.” He nudges the one who’s most awake. “Hey Amber, you ready for some royal cock right now?”

  She perks up at that, and nods her head enthusiastically, smiling up at me, and arching her back so that her bare tits are sticking straight up.

  “No thanks,” I say.

  “Aw, come on, man,” says Sebastian. I don’t get why he’s disappointed.

  She’s disappointed too, but she just closes her eyes and seems to go back to sleep, probably dreaming about my royal dick, and a royal ring on her finger.

  “Not into it now,” I say, thinking about Rebecca. Fuck, she’s all I want. No one else is going to do. Not in the least bit.

  “Good chance to clean the pipes, man,” says Sebastian. “Might help you de-stress about all this journalist stuff.”

  “I don’t need to de-stress about it,” I say, glaring at him. “It’s a real problem.”

  “All right man, take it easy.”

  I head to the back of the RV, where I find my bed covered in beer cans and a couple condoms. Looks like Sebastian used my royal RV room to have a little fun of his own. Fuck, whatever. I don’t care right now. I just push everything off to the floor, into the big trash pile, and flop down.

  All you have to do is wait until midnight, I tell myself. Then you can have her.

  That’s true, but I still need to figure out a way to sneak past the paparazzi. I can hear them outside now, the crowd growing,

  I wake up when it’s dark out. I pull up one of the shades, to see a huge crowd of reporters with vans and TV cameras. Shit, it’s gotten really big.

  I wonder what the current scandal is. Some chick I fucked back on the East Coast who’s claiming I had her baby or some bull shit like that? There are all sorts of people after not just the royal dick but the royal jewels. I’ve learned the hard way it’s better not to actually speak directly to reporters in situations like this.

  My cock is about three quarters hard. I’m just fucking aching for Rebecca from the minute I wake up. I check my watch. It’s 11:45, and it takes about ten minutes to walk over to her tent.