~ Gay Short Stories ~

The Prince and The Poor Boy (Part 1)

(BoyxBoy)

Once upon a time there was a Kingdom, and like any kingdom it was ruled by a king and queen. The King and Queen had a young son, who was destined to rule one day.
According to tradition the palace had to hold a ball in order to find the prince a wife. This did not amuse the prince. He begged his parents to call it off but they insisted.
Finally the day of the ball came and the whole Kingdom was filled with women in beautiful ball gowns from all over the world.

On the other side of the kingdom lived the poor and needy. One boy had spent the whole day looting and pickpocketing for his family. "It's not fair!" The poor boy exclaimed. "All these people with too much money and look at us! We life on nothing!" He continued turning to his family. It consisted of his two hard working mothers and an old woman who lived next to them. "It's the way the world works my son." His mother walked over kissing him lightly on the head. "Now go on. And remember, it's not wrong if you don't get caught." She said with a wink sending him out the door.
He had a plan that the night of the ball would be the night he stole from the richest people in town. The King and Queen.

Back at the palace the prince was dreading the night. He turned to his personal butler. "Do I really have to do this?" He groaned. "The King instructed me to say 'it's for the kingdoms future' every time you ask. So yes? I think" The young butler replied. The prince fell back on his bed. "Who is going to be here anyway?" He said looking up hopefully. "All the most beautiful maidens in all the land, your highness." The butler said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "No guys?" The prince asked. "None, sorry dude." The butler said in a more casual tone. "But at least try enjoy yourself if you need company I'll be hanging round the kitchen." The butler placed a hand on the princes' shoulder. The prince nodded happily.

The poor boy was approaching the castle. All the guards were on display at the front so he started on his way to the back entrances. The King and Queen always enjoyed to show off, especially their high security. The guards couldn't catch a fly with its wings removed, nevermind a highly trained robber. Cracking open the wooden door open, the poor boy peaked inside. Nobody to be seen. He thanked the lord and made his way inside.

The Prince was now being walked down to the ballroom. He did not want to do this. With his mother on one side and his father on the other, the ballroom doors opened wide and they were introduced. The loud applause was deafening.

The poor boy decided he'd start upstairs, pick up some valuable jewels from the decorations. He walked up the stairs quietly, making his way through the rooms.

The Prince had to have a break. He'd been dancing for what felt like hours and he couldn't take it. He approached his mother, quickly excusing himself and walked outside the ballroom and up the stairs.

The poor boy had stopped for a bit, planning his escape. He stood on a balcony, looking on at his route down. It was dark the only light coming from the moon and stars.

The prince got to the top of the stairs, making his was through the corridor. At first glance he didn't believe it, someone was standing on the balcony. He thought they'd must of been a servant.

The poor boy lent over a bit more looking for once last jump he could make. He was startled when someone touched his shoulder.

He jumped backwards, backing up against the balcony. He couldn't believe his eyes. The Prince has caught him, he was a goner now. The Prince didn't seem angry. "What are you doing up here, your highness?" The poor boy asked, acting as if he was a servant. "I could ask you the same question, are you not needed down stairs." The Prince replied, studying the boys face. "No I've... Ive been given a break." The poor boy replied slightly flustered. He avoided eye contact, the prince couldn't find out the truth.
"That's good. I could use some company that isn't just females looking to marry me."  The prince laughed, relaxing against the balcony. The poor boy exhaled, a small smile appearing on his face. Maybe the prince wasn't as bad as his parents. "Why hold a ball, if you don't want women to faint over you?" The poor boy asked. The prince looked over to the boy, looking at his face illuminated by the moon light. He could clearly see some dirt and bruises, it made him look used but beautiful at the same time.

"My parents... they're very overbearing. I'm not a big fan of women... chasing me." The prince said quickly. He couldn't let his secret out to a servant, this boy could ruin his life by telling his father what he'd said. His thoughts were cut off when the boy spoke. "My parents have always been lovely but I understand what you mean about the women." The poor boy blushed, looking out at the view instead of the prince.

The prince grinned, this boy was growing on him. "I'm sure they are. Do they work in the castle as well?" The prince asked. "Um... no. My mother works as a baker in the poor side of town, and my other mother takes care of the local elders..." The poor boy said slowly, praying for a good reaction.

"You have two mothers? That's lovely, my parents aren't too kind about that stuff but I'm glad your parents raised such a... magnificent child." The Prince said winking at the boy. His face flushed scarlet.

The poor boy was left speechless, staring at the prince. "A prince like you shouldn't be complimenting someone like me, I'm scum to your family..." The poor boy said now looking at his feet. "Your family is clearly the better, they are not as hateful as my own, take this." The prince reaches into his pocket pulling out a sack of coins. "This should help, I only want one thing." The prince looks towards the poor boy. "You return to see me." The poor boy nods fast, approaching the prince and taking the bag. The two were very close. "Thank you." The poor boy said, quickly kissing the princes cheek before jumping into the balcony. "Here, tomorrow, 12pm." The prince said. He saw the boy nod, as he made his way down the castle jumping on multiple pillars and ledges. The prince watched as he disappeared into the forest.

To be continued.