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[the-ghost-boo]

The Royal Pardon - Part 1 [Gay Smut]

All characters are above the age of 18.

Hi! This is just another story that I’ve been writing. I was thinking of making it a multi-parter so if you do want a second part make sure to tell me below! As always, I hope you enjoy it - it’s my second ever story so I’m still developing my writing style! Happy reading <3

- The Ghost Boo

It’s not every day that you mess up a prince’s live televised speech. The wind howls as I’m escorted through the long winding palace corridors by stone faced guards and I can’t help but shiver nervously. I’m not anyone important, just some nobody assistant working for the palace who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was in the middle of his speech, speaking passionately about something which I wasn’t paying much attention to - OK I may have been focusing on the noticeable bulge showing beneath his tight trousers when I was meant to be checking the wiring but how can I help it?

Tripping over the wire and falling straight into the prince was not exactly my most gracious moment, but I’ll take what life gives me and in that moment life gave me something I’d only ever dreamed about - I was on top of the prince, pinning him down to the ground below. I was stuck in my fantasy while hell broke loose around me. At least until the Royal Guards dragged me off of him and away.

I’m now here to apologise to him and while it might be nerve wracking, I’m also excited to see the prince again, even if he might be mad at me. 

We finally reach the prince’s room and one of the guards knocks on the door.

“Come in”, calls the prince from inside.

As the door swings open, I can’t help but feel slightly lightheaded as I look at the prince. His soft brown hair creates a halo around his perfect face and his dimples stare me in the face.

“You may leave us”, he says softly to the guards.

Seemingly unsure as to whether to leave, the guards look at each other nervously and shuffle in their places. Apparently it’s unusual for the prince to ask them to leave whilst talking to someone.

“Leave now!”. His voice takes on a more commanding tone and they instantly walk out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind them.

I just stand there in silence, looking at him before I realise what I’m meant to be doing. It’s too late though and the prince starts talking.

“Quite a mess you made yesterday”. 

Surprisingly he doesn’t sound angry, he seems to be just making a remark.  

“I-i’m really sorry your majesty”, I manage to stammer out, “it was a complete accident. I didn’t mean to. Please don’t fire me though, this is all I have, I need this job. I’ll do anything, just please keep me”. 

“Ah yes”, the prince responds, “it would be a huge shame for me to have to fire someone, I hope that it won’t come to that”. 

“I hope so too”, the words come out of my mouth before I can stop them.

“So, you’ll do anything?” he asks.

“Anything your majesty”, I reply.

Before I can even process what’s happening, he stands up and pulls down his trousers in one fluid movement, leaving him in only some very tight white boxers. 

He smirks at me as he tells me, “you said you'd do anything. Well if you want to keep your job and get a royal pardon, then you’ll do exactly what I say”.

Unbeknownst to him, my wildest fantasies are coming true. I'd dreamed of this since I’d started working at the palace a few months ago and first laid my eyes on him. 

“Come forward”, his voice takes on the commanding tone that it did when he spoke to his guards outside, “I need some help. Unfortunately for me it’s not easy to get sexual pleasures as a prince, the only encounters I’ve had have been with me, myself and I”. 

I swallow as he pushes me down to my knees and I’m left facing his impressive bulge. His hands make their way to the back of my head and he pushes it forward until my lips are left touching the soft felt fabric. A musky smell fills my nose - he’s definitely ejaculated into these boxers before.

Softly, he moves away for a second and slips the boxers down his bare legs and flings them into a pile on his bed. His absolutely huge soft cock is now dangling between his legs and without him even needing to say anything, I lunge forward.

I slowly rub my lips against it, tasting it, a tangy taste filling my mouth. Gradually, it starts to grow, until a fully erect 9 inch pole stares back at me. I look up and see the prince smiling at me from above. 

“Suck it”, he commands, “and if you do well, not only will you keep your job - you’ll get a promotion”.

That’s all the motivation I need. I hungrily enclose my mouth around the head, peeling back the foreskin with my mouth. My tongue slips out and I start to lick all around, wetting his dick with my hot saliva. Eventually, I place my mouth around his shaft and start to suck passionately, moving my head up and down it at a rapid pace. Soft moans escape his mouth as he pushes into me, banging against the back of my throat with his dick. I’ve never sucked anyone before, so it surprises me that I’m able to fit the whole 9 inches down my throat.

“Good boy”, the prince moans from above me, “you’re doing great”. 

As my mouth moves up and down, tongue swirling around, enveloping his member, his moans start to increase in volume and frequency. Seemingly unable to resist the urge, he grabs fistfuls of my jet black hair and starts to violently slam my head back and forth. Wow, he’s face fucking me. 

Again and again, the tip of his dick slams against the back of my throat and I try not to gag as his salty pre-cum drips down into my throat. 

Eventually his breathing becomes laboured and he starts to groan. Inside my mouth, I feel him about to climax and quickly, he pulls his dick out of my mouth and holds it above my head. My mouth opens eagerly and I stare up at it, ready to accept whatever he wants to deposit on me.

Finally, after a few short moments, his cock starts to convulse and long ropes of salty white cum start to spurt out, splashing over my face. I shut my eyes as it runs down my face and into my eyes. I open my mouth though and try to swallow as much of that salty whiteness as I can. I’m in ecstasy as the last few drops fall onto my hair, leaving me covered in his spunk.

Wanting to clean himself up, he pushes his helmet onto the tip of my mouth and I slightly open it, my tongue flicking out to clear the last few droplets of cum from it. 

Above me, I heard a low groan and he says, “Well, that’s a promotion for sure!”

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The Mall Santa [Gay Smut]

Hi! This is the first piece of smut that I've ever written, so I hope you enjoy it! I would love to get feedback on what you think of it! The story is fully fictional and the first half is mainly just setting the scene so if you want to get straight into the smutty part of it head down to the second "paragraph". Happy reading <3 - The Ghost Boo

“For fucks sake”, I sigh, aware of the fact that in the 2 hours that we'd been at the mall, I've bought only one of the dozen gifts that I had to buy for Christmas.

“Dude, stop stressing”, Jade tells me, giving me an encouraging smile, “everything will be fine”.

Once again, I sigh, leaning my head against the cool glass of the cafe's window. 

“It would be”, I say, “but I don't know what to get”. 

My eyes rake around what little I can see of the mall from outside the cafe's windows. There isn't much to see, just a terribly decorated Christmas tree which looks like the decorations were chucked on by a minimum wage worker who couldn't give less of a shit. The only other thing there is to see is a Mall Santa sitting on his chair giving away presents to everyone and anyone who queues up. 

“It's honestly not that hard”, Nicholas tells me, “and it's your fault you left it till this late”.

He's not wrong there, I haven't even bought a Christmas card for my brother, let alone bought gifts for everyone. Groaning, we all get up, having finished our coffees. 

“Let's get out of here”, I declare. 

“Let’s get some of your gifts bought”, Nicholas grumbles. 

As we exit the coffee shop, we pass the Christmas tree and stop to admire it. 

“What a disgrace”, Nicholas laughs, “and they call themselves the biggest celebrators of Christmas”.

A sharp intake of breath comes from beside me as Jade whispers, “Holy shit, so hot”. 

I glance at her worriedly, “Jade are you blind or something, it looks li-”. Trailing off, my gaze makes itself to where she's looking. The Mall Santa. She's right, he is hot. Locks of soft gold hair frame his angular face and I find myself entranced. 

Until, his piercing blue eyes meet mine. Quickly, I look away feeling embarrassed, but not before I catch a slight movement of his eye. Did he just wink at me?

“Jackson”, Nicholas shouts excitedly, “this is exactly what you need”.

“What?” I ask confusedly, “what are you on about?”

“The Mall Santa”, he says, nearly jumping in delight, “you can ask him what to get for everyone”.

Just as I'm about to tell him what a stupid idea it is, Jade says, ‘“oh my god. He's right, you should go talk to him”. 

Sighing in defeat, we all start ambling towards the lengthy queue. 

“WHAT THE FUCK”, Jade nearly screams. Glaring at her as many people look over to us, she lowers her voice. 

“That's Aiden Ross”.

Nicholas gasps. He knows Aiden Ross. I know Aiden Ross. The hottest guy in school, the type of jock who has all the girls lusting over him and should ignore meaningless nobody's like me. 

“Maybe this isn't such a good idea”, I mumble.

“Nonsense”, Nicholas giggles, “you'll be fine, he won't eat you”. 

As I join the end of the queue, I wave to Jade and Nicholas, “Go do some shopping, you don't have to wait for me, I'll text you when I'm done and we can meet up”. 

Just as it looks like Jade is about to protest, Nicholas pulls her away and I'm left alone in a slowly diminishing line of people. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, I reach the front and Aiden gestures at me to come forward. I awkwardly stand in front of him, not knowing what to do. Laughing, he pats his legs.

“Come on”, he says.

“Are you joking?” I ask, “I'm not going to sit on your lap, I'm not a little kid”. 

“The rules are the same for everyone”, he smirks, “if you want to see Santa you sit on his lap”.

It's not like I don't want to do it. Ever since I was paired with him for chemistry last year, I've been dreaming of sitting on his lap. Of sliding my hand into-

“So Jackson, are you coming or not”, he asks impatiently. 

I'm surprised that he remembers my name and as if reading my thoughts, he says, “I don't forget a pretty face like yours”. 

Impatient grumbles fill my ears as the people behind me tell me to hurry up. I make my way over to him and plonk myself down on his lap. As I'm sitting down, I can't help but notice that the santa trousers are slightly too small for him, so the outline of his rumoured 8-inch cock is slightly visible beneath them. 

“So”, he murmurs into my ear, “what brings you here”. 

“Well, I was just-”. 

I stop abruptly as I feel something poking into my buttocks. 

Glancing into his perfect face, I ask, “Is that?”

He moves his mouth closer to my ear and whispers, “My dick? Yes it is. Is it bothering you?” 

My slightly insane gay brain takes over before my common sense brain can react. 

“Of course not”. 

I adjust myself slightly and the hardness beneath me grows harder. A slight moan escapes him.

“I've been dreaming of this since last year”, Aiden gasps.

Slightly shocked, I reply, “I've dreamed of your cock since I first saw you”. 

With a devilish grin, he takes my hand and says, “Should we bring this elsewhere?”

My nod is all the answer that he needs.

“Sorry”, he yells behind him as he takes my hand and leads me to the staff room, “we're closed!”

Slamming and locking the door behind him, he shoves me into the tattered sofa which lies in the centre of the room. I fall backwards onto it, my erect dick already pressing up against my trousers. Aiden moves rapidly towards me and slams down his lips onto mine. Slipping hungrily downwards, his hand finds its way to the waistband of my jeans and he tugs them down my legs. Beneath my white Calvin Klein boxers, the defined shape of my dick is trying to escape. Still kissing me, his tongue flicking through his teeth and parting mine, his hands start to gently knead my cock from the outside of my boxers. I gently moan under the pressure of his mouth against mine. With a quick flick of his hand, I feel my boxers tear in half and my dick springs free. He grabs it with his hands and slowly pumps it up and down and I can't help but whimper into his mouth. His hand moves expertly across my shaft and a pressure starts to build up. Moans escape from my mouth just as I'm moment away from climaxing.

“I'm not ready for you to cum just yet”, he says, “it's your turn now”.

Abruptly, his lips leave mine and he takes off his shirt. Then, in one fluid motion he pulls his trousers and boxers down, letting his massive erect member slap into his chest. My eyes bulge at the size of it and I feel intimidated by it. 

“Suck it”, he commands.

For a moment I don't move, just staring at the full 8 inches of gloriousness.

“Now!” he roars impatiently.

I quickly move my mouth towards it and slip it into my mouth.

“Oh my god, that's it”, he moans as my mouth moves along it, leaving a glistening trail of my saliva. Without warning, he grabs my head and pushes his dick right into the edge of my throat and I start gagging. Tears start to fill my eyes and just as I'm about to run out of air he lets go of my head and I take in a deep breath. 

“Don't stop”, he whispers. 

He doesn't need to say more. I put my mouth back onto his cock and my tongue starts to swirl around it, licking all over. I flick my tongue under his frenulum and beneath his foreskin, savouring the light saltiness of it. He groans and starts to buckle against me. 

“I'm about to cum”, he whimpers.

He puts his hands on the back of my head again and pushes his cock right down my throat, to the point where my nose grazes his freshly shaved pubes. Frantically, he face-fucks me, slamming his cock in and out of my mouth, so quickly that I can do nothing but sit there, until a massive moan fills the air and his throbbing cock spasms in my mouth. He deposits long ropes of sweet white cum deep into my throat and I let it sit there in ecstasy. Finally, after what seems like hours, he's done ejaculating and lets his glistening, thick member fall from my mouth. Right as he grabs hold of it and slaps it gently across my face, making a soft splatting sound, a voice comes from outside the door.

“Aiden are you in there? There's a long line of people waiting for you”.

“Shit he breathes”, as a few remaining drops of oozing white substance drips from his tip onto the soft carpet below.

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