The Line of Succession

by Harry F Rey

  They’d kept their relationship at Eton secret for all this time, now with only weeks to go till the end of school. Andrew would turn nineteen just after the summer, and it felt long past time to join the real world, whatever that would mean for them. But, still, they both knew the slightest rumor of being a queer would spell a world of trouble. Showing a bit too much enthusiasm, or too little banter, could cause lasting damage.

  Andrew padded naked out of the changing room and into the cold corridor that led to the shower block at the other end of the hut. His muscles ached, from his calves to his pecs. But he treasured his rugby body, just as he adored James’ swimmer’s body.

  The sound of running water greeted him at the entrance to the showers. Someone had probably left one of the shower nozzles on. Andrew stepped inside, ready to go and turn it off. But he swallowed a gasp as he understood why the shower remained on. Someone stood underneath it, steam swirling around a muscular brown body, totally oblivious to his visitor. He had the biggest cock Andrew had ever seen. Long, thick, and hard, it was being worked over again and again with a soapy hand. His head rested against his other hand, plastered to the wall, as the water ran down his smooth back to an exotically hairy ass.

  It took Andrew a moment to recognize Faisal. He knew the Saudi prince had stayed on an extra year, but he figured a twenty-year old wouldn’t want to spend a minute more than he had to at school. Andrew half thought to immediately turn around, but Faisal jerked in shock to see Andrew standing there. The moment could have been painfully embarrassing, but Faisal immediately stood straight and began lathering the rest of his taught body with soap and gave Andrew a wink.

  “Hey, buddy, didn’t hear you. You know, any excuse to be under these showers, right? Beats the shitty dorm ones any day.”

  “Yeah, mate,” Andrew said, grinning as well and turning on a nearby shower nozzle, “so much better.”

  “So how come you’re so late today?” Faisal asked, washing the black hair that covered his chest and trailed off down his stomach to a thick bush. His cock must have been ten inches long and didn’t even seem fully erect.

  “Eh, had to finish cleaning up the field, didn’t I. Bastards all left me an hour ago.” Andrew turned his back to Faisal and started soaping his body, praying his own cock wouldn’t betray him.

  “Sucks mate.”

  “Yeah,” Andrew agreed, his back still to Faisal as he started to wash between his ass cheeks. Shit, maybe this is giving a signal? He hoped not, but there certainly was no turning around, not yet anyway. “How come you’re here?”

  “Lifting weights. Just killing time, really. I’m done here, but I can’t move into the dorms at Oxford for another month.

  “Don’t want to go back to Saudi Arabia for the summer?” Andrew asked, lathering himself over and over again.

  “Ha! Really? I’ve been in Britain so long they’d probably kill me as an infidel if I went back.”

  Realizing he had started with a third round of soap, Andrew turned back around. Faisal also took an awful long time to get clean. Maybe he’s waiting for me to go.

  Andrew thought he noticed Faisal taking a peek at him. At least he’d got it down to a semi. Compared to Faisal’s it looked beyond pathetic. Andrew realized just then that apart from James, he couldn’t think of another actual cock, hard cock, he’d really seen. He always kept his eyes up with the other boys, and any glances were of unimpressive flaccid ones owned by white boys … nothing like this Arabian stallion.

  “So,” Faisal asked, “where’s James at?” Andrew glanced at him, seizing him up. His shoulders tightened at the mere suggestion of their friendship. People knew they were close, so Andrew would be the most likely person to know, but the question seemed so bizarre in the context of them soaping themselves in the shower.

  “No idea. Haven’t seen him all week. He’s been off with family stuff, I think.”

  Faisal smiled and turned around, giving Andrew the chance to stare at his ass as he began to wash himself there. A layer of black hair covered the ass cheeks, and Andrew took stock of the hairiness inside as Faisal washed, so different from the bare hairlessness of him and James.

  “You’re a good friend to him, Andrew,” Faisal said, giving himself a last rinse before shutting off the water. “Be good to him, he deserves it.” A gleam of seriousness swept over him. Andrew stared into Faisal’s brown eyes and gave a curt nod in agreement.

  “He’s my best mate. I’ll always be there for him.”

  “I know you will,” Faisal said, heading for the exit, dripping. “Coming?”

  “Yeah,” Andrew said, shutting off the water and pleased as hell his boner had disappeared. Faisal, though, was another matter.

  Back in the changing room, the boys dried themselves off and talked about nothing in particular for a few minutes; the places they could get served in town. Faisal sat down naked on the bench across from Andrew and started to dry his feet.

  “You know what the worse thing about Saudi is? We only have each other growing up.”

  “What d’you mean?” Andrew asked, wrapping the towel around his waist and pulling out a pair of clean pants from his locker, ready to do the awkward dance to get them on.

  “Like, I know here it’s all boys, right, at Eton. But at least there’re some girls around, in town and stuff. You lads can go out and chat them up whenever you like. Saudi’s not like that, not at all. We can’t even talk to girls.” Faisal finished drying his feet and sat back, legs spread, his head rattling the locker and his cock laying against his leg. “It’s hard, mate. Can’t even think about getting a casual BJ from any girl there. You got to marry her, and even then they’re not like here.”

  Andrew looked at him for a moment, still holding onto his pants. Faisal gave him a wink. “It’s really hard.” Suddenly Faisal’s hand was on his cock, gently rubbing the cut head, another new sight to Andrew. “I asked about James earlier ’cause I thought you two maybe had something going on … you know, something between you two.”

  Andrew felt his body turn cold and his heart sink as if being washed away down the drain. “Nothing like that, no … nothing. We’re good mates, that’s all. Nothing more.”

  “Aren’t we good mates too?”

  “Yeah, course we are.”

  “Maybe more like cousins, you and me. Don’t see each other all the time, but when we do, we have fun.”

  “Sure,” Andrew said, swallowing hard. His stomach did flips inside him.

  “You know what cousins do in Saudi? They help each other out.” Andrew couldn’t move his eyes away from Faisal. It had grown to its full size and no longer lay across his leg, but jutted up past his belly button. “Looks like you need some help too,” Faisal said. Andrew looked down and saw he’d become rock hard under his towel.

  Faisal began to stand up, his balls lifting off the bench and swinging between his hairy thighs as he stepped closer to Andrew.

  “I trust my cousins more than my friends.” Faisal rested his hand against the locker behind Andrew, trapping him in. “I’d never betray my family. Don’t you think we’re family, you and me?” Andrew could feel the heat coming off Faisal’s naked body. “Families keep secrets.”

  A hand found the gap in the towel. Slowly, Faisal ran it up the inside of Andrew’s thigh, making all the hairs on his body stand on end.

  “You want to help your cousin out?” Faisal asked, as his hand slid under Andrew’s balls and touched his ass. “Unless you and James-ey boy like to keep things to yourselves?”

  “No, no way. There’s nothing between us.”

  Faisal grinned at him, his grip tightening.

  Andrew gasped. “Yeah, I’ll help you out.”

  Faisal undid Andrew’s towel and it dropped to the floor. As one finger started to press on his hole, another grazed the head of his cock. Andrew moaned. His legs felt weak. The sensation overwhelmed him.

  “Like it?” Faisal asked, dropping a bit of spit onto the head of Andrew’s cock and rubbing it a
gainst his palm.

  “Yeah.”

  “You’ll keep our secret, little cousin?” Andrew gasped again, as Faisal’s finger slid inside him. For the first time in his life, he felt the sensation of something going inside his ass.

  “I’ll do anything.” The finger moved around, touching places inside Andrew never knew were there. Andrew desperately wanted Faisal to take control over him, to do whatever he wanted, make him submit … to just surrender to overwhelming desire.

  Slowly, Faisal opened Andrew up with another finger while stroking the head of his cock. Andrew braced himself against the lockers, bending his knees, begging Faisal to get further inside him. Faisal pulled his fingers out and instantly Andrew felt a weird mix of unfulfilled relief wash over him. Faisal wrapped an arm under his waist and pushed Andrew further down. Faisal spat Onto Andrew’s hole. Something pushed against it. It wasn’t more fingers. The head of Faisal’s cock slowly worked its way inside him.

  “Like it?”

  “Yeah,” Andrew grunted. “More. Gimme more.”

  “All you white boys are bottom bitches in the end.” Faisal spat on his cock and pulled Andrew all the way down onto it, till Faisal’s hairy balls slapped against Andrew’s. For a few moments he waited, giving Andrew just enough time to gulp down air and get used to the sensation. After a moment, Andrew nodded his head.

  The Saudi prince grabbed onto both of Andrew’s hips, pulled all the way out to the tip, then slammed his cock inside again, then again, relentlessly. Andrew’s hand wrapped around his own dick, jerking it insanely fast one moment and squeezing it the next, so he wouldn’t come too soon. This was not how he fucked James. Not at all … They looked into each other's eyes. They kissed. They asked each other how it felt.

  Faisal just took it and took it hard. He lifted his foot onto the bench to get a better angle. Andrew moaned in a way he never had before, as even more dick slammed inside him. Soon, Faisal started to grumble. The slamming thrusts hit him with more force. The grip of his hands on Andrew’s hips grew stronger. The grumbles turned into grunts.

  The sweat dripped from Andrew’s forehead down to the tip of his nose, then plopped onto the bench. They slid against each other, bodies wet. The orgasm began to bubble up inside Andrew; he felt scared it would soon take him over and he wouldn’t be able to stop it. Faisal had lost control, as well.

  Finally, Faisal slammed full force inside, deeper than he had gone before. He yelled out with a whooping grunt, like a champion boxer defeating his opponent. Andrew felt thoroughly beaten, but still felt like he could claim victory as his insides expanded with shot after shot from Faisal. Without warning, his own body trembled, shook and convulsed as he came, hitting the metal locker over and over again, then dripping onto the bench, his cock still hard.

  Faisal gave a few final thrusts inside him, before withdrawing his softening cock. Andrew tried to stand up, but he couldn't. His legs were so weak he collapsed onto the bench.

  “You’re not done.” He said to Andrew, stroking his lip.

  Andrew couldn't peel his eyes away. Despite feeling completely spent, a part of him still wanted more. He took Faisal back in his mouth, licking up the last drops. The size of Faisal’s cock, even getting softer, nearly made him choke. He kept sucking, enchanted by the taste of his hot skin and the taste of himself.

  “That’s enough for now, boy. You did good.”

  Andrew didn’t move from the bench as he watched Faisal get dressed. They didn’t say a word to each other. Andrew could have taken him again right there. He slipped a finger down to his ass hole, curious to feel it. It slid in easy, the wetness still inside him. His thoughts turned to James as he explored with his finger. If only he would treat Andrew like that once in a while. He wondered if James would ever fuck him the way Faisal had just done. He wondered if anyone could ever do that.

  “Remember, mate,” Faisal said, now fully dressed in his Eton uniform, except that his shirt was untucked and the tie hung untied around his neck. The undone top button gave a hint of the dark hair underneath. “Family looks out for each other.”

  Suddenly, Andrew felt naked and exposed, sitting with his finger inside his hole. “I’ll never forget,” Andrew responded.

  “Good man. I’ll see you.”

  Andrew heard the door of the changing room creak open and then close as Faisal left. He exhaled deeply, trying to come to terms with what had just happened. A pang of fear took hold … a pang of shame. Faisal scared him … He must’ve known something existed between James and himself. Suddenly, he feared that Faisal might say something to James. He tried to shake it off as he headed back to the shower to wash off the evidence. What would happen if James found out? More frightening still, what would happen if James could never do to Andrew what Faisal had just done?

  The water ran hot as Andrew, finally alone, washed everything away, burying his fears and newfound desires deep, deep inside him.

  Chapter Eight

  Present day

  The Royal Albert Hall clamored with chatter as the great and the good mingled, inching towards their seats. The sound of a few bows of a violin, plucks of a harp, and beats of a drum wafted over the crowd from the orchestra pit as the musicians warmed up. The air itself was electrified with anticipation for the televised concert, featuring the best music and comedy in Britain.

  Andrew, however, sat glum and sullen in the tenth row from the front, next to Lizzie, who was making small talk with the people behind. Andrew was in no mood for chit chat. Getting to James was the only thing that occupied his mind. Suddenly, the hall went quiet before the audience gave a collective cheer. Andrew looked up at the royal box as the main guests arrived. The Queen took her seat in the center, with James and Katyn standing on one side waving to the crowd, and Faisal and Alexandra on the other.

  Faisal gave his wife a kiss on the cheek and held her middle while she waved. Andrew glared his way, hoping his mind would bring some great revelation. Katyn, on the other hand, looked ecstatic. She waved and grinned like she’d just given an encore in Evita.

  The orchestra started to play “Happy Birthday” and the audience joined in with rousing enthusiasm, while Andrew fiddled for his phone.

  “Will you calm the fuck down?” Lizzie said as the crowd sang. “If he wants to speak to you, he’ll let you know.”

  • • •

  James walked the length of the corridor towards the bathroom, glad to be finally alone. The concert only started twenty minutes ago but he’d already had more than enough. If being set up with Katyn against his will was bad, being with her was even worse. She’d clung to his arm and screeched at every song she knew. In the car, she’d talked the entire way, non-stop, for half an hour. She only shuts her damn mouth when she gets her picture taken.

  Frank, the royal protection officer, walked a few steps ahead of James. Frank stepped into the bathroom first, took a look around, then held the door open for him.

  “Thanks, Frank. I just need a bit of a break for a while.”

  Frank nodded and took up his stance outside the door.

  James turned the cold tap on and held his wrists underneath. Feeling cooler relaxed him. It’d been less than twenty-four hours since the party, and the come-down was killing him. Now he really wished Andrew could be with him. He always carried the coke.

  The creeping thought of that man filled him with a splash of white hot anger. He wanted nothing more than to rip the smooth sink from the wall and smash it against the tiles. How dare Andrew go and fuck things up so royally. If only that drain would let him dissolve into the pipes beneath the city, to float away from this gathering storm on a moon-drenched tide.

  James turned off the tap and heard voices outside.

  “Hey, Frank, I need him for a minute.” Andrew’s voice … James cursed Frank under his breath as the door swung open.

  “What do you want?” James demanded.

  “I just want to talk, is that so hard?” Andrew asked, stepping forward as if trying to cal
m an injured bear. “This is ridiculous. You’ve been ignoring me all day.”

  James took a step back and folded his arms. “Why did you push it? Why couldn’t you just leave it alone?”

  “James I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. Everything just spun out of control, but Alexandra, she…”

  “Oh I get it, you conspired with my worst enemy behind my back, right? You and that bitch decided to set me up.”

  “Set you up? What are you talking about? Of course not. She’s behind all this. She arranged it all with Katyn before I even…”

  “Before you got on fucking television and told the whole world?” James could see the weight of it all dropping on Andrew. Perhaps he should feel sympathy for him … realize he’d made an honest mistake under pressure of a live interview and done his best to clean it up. James wished he was that type of person. The one person he thought he could trust in the world had betrayed him in the most vicious way. Andrew had taken his deepest fear that James had only ever whispered to him in the dead of night — being trapped in marriage — and dropped him into it, like some demented circus ringmaster trapping an unwitting tiger.

  “I’m sorry, James. I’m so sorry,” Andrew said with a broken voice through streams of tears. “I didn’t mean to, I really didn’t. I just thought, it would just, it would get everyone off your back for a while and we could figure everything out.”

  “You thought wrong,” James said as Andrew approached him, wiping away tears. He tried to kiss James. Their lips touched, and for a moment their tongues did too, but James pulled away. There would be no hug and forgiveness for this mess. Not when James’ heart lay open and wounded from the stab of betrayal.

  “Get off me.”

  “Why, James, why? Please.”

  “You can’t fix this, don’t you get it? What the fuck am I meant to do now? They want us to get married, Andrew. They’re planning a fucking wedding!” He turned away from Andrew in disgust.