The Frog
by Jingjok
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WARNING: The following story contains depictions of explicit sexual activity between adult males. If the laws of your jurisdiction do not permit you to view this story, please leave here at once and go where you can learn how to work to change the laws of your jurisdiction. If you are offended by such material, please seek psychiatric counseling to discuss why you are here in the first place.
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DISCLAIMER: The following is entirely a work of fiction. All of the parts in this drama are portrayed by mature actors who are masters of makeup and disguise.
HEALTH WARNING: This story is a fantasy. The characters may engage in sexual acts that could be dangerous to their health. If you're going to wake up with an enchanted stranger, you'd better protect your wand.
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... and when the Princess kissed the frog, he was transformed into a handsome prince, and ever after they lived happily together.
--- from a fairy tale
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When I was in Vienna, I ran into an old schoolmate who was aware of my tastes. He assured me that the most glorious specimens of manhood on the Continent were to be found in a small hamlet on the bank of the Danube. Only his devotion to his dear wife and children had kept him from seeking residence there. I suspected that a thought of his wife's wealthy and powerful family might have crossed his mind.
I had made my way by boat to the very village my friend had mentioned. At the river quay, I hired a carriage to bring me to the only inn offered by the place. When I alighted at the doorway of the hotel, a squat figure emerged and hurried to receive my luggage from the driver. I gave the carriage man a coin and watched him drive away.
The attendant looked up at me. His eager, puppy-like smile revealed a set of neglected teeth. Holding my overnight bag under his arm and staggering with the load of my two valises, he started toward the open door of the inn.
"This way, Mein Herr," he summoned me in the German language of the region. It was my good fortune to have studied the literature of that country during my university years.
I strode through the entrance and presented my passport to the elderly woman at the reception desk. To my relief, knowing how messages could go astray at this end of the world, she reassured me that I was expected and that their finest accommodation awaited me.
"Supper will be served in an hour," she said. "Ugo," she commanded the servant, "show the gentleman to his suite."
I followed my guide along a hallway, past closed rooms whose occupants could only be imagined. The oddly built fellow laboured to carry my bags, his stubby fingers red from the strain.
The servant I followed was no example of the vaunted men of this place. His torso appeared to be of normal length, but his legs were short and bowed, leaving him nearly a foot below my own stature. His raggedly trimmed, black hair was stringy and unkempt, as if washed with water and never groomed. A drab, grey pullover blouse covered his slight frame. Below it, his dark trousers were shiny from long wear and many washings.
Ugo ushered me into my quarters, which I determined to be adequate for my needs. The sitting room faced a tall window and balcony that overlooked the river. The furnishings were of dark woods and brocades. In the other chamber, I found a large, canopied bed; there was a dressing table and an ornately carved armoire.
"Would Mein Herr enjoy a hot bath?" Ugo asked.
"Yes," I replied. "That would suit me."
"The room is just down the hallway, sir. I'll return and knock when your bath is ready."
When he had gone, I removed my traveling clothes and piled them for cleaning. My toilet articles I placed on the table beside a porcelain wash basin; it rested beneath a mirror framed by carved wooden serpents.
When I heard the servant at my door, I wrapped my dressing gown about my body and followed him to the next room along the corridor. It was pleasantly warmed by a fat, iron stove, atop which a large kettle emitted vapours of steam.
In the center of the room, a large, porcelain bathtub rested its brass-clawed feet upon the tiled floor. It was filled with a sea of bubbles, which I thought a bit frilly, but a harmless indulgence. Ugo reached up and took the dressing gown from my shoulders, as I dipped a toe into the perfectly warmed bath water. I lowered myself into the froth while the servant hung my robe.
As I lathered my arms and body, my attendant's strong, little fingers massaged my shoulders and manipulated the stress of travel from the muscles of my neck and back. From time to time, he added a dash of steaming water to maintain the temperature.
At length, feeling cleansed and refreshed from my journey, I rose from the bath. Ugo held up a large, fluffy towel to accommodate my modesty. I noticed his eyes dart to the end of the room, where a mirror provided a clear view of my nakedness. I wrapped the covering around my body and accepted a smaller towel to dry my arms and head, while Ugo knelt to blot the water from my legs and feet. Then I donned my gown and returned to my room, leaving the servant to his duties.
After dressing in attire I deemed appropriate for a gentleman of quality visiting a country estate, I made my way to the dining room. My ubiquitous manservant directed me to a table with a splendid view of the flickering lights of the river traffic below. After studying the large menu, I accepted Ugo's advice and chose the roast venison. Disdaining the local wines, which I thought rather light and fruity, I ordered a stein of his best beer.
After a very satisfying repast, I sought direction from the concierge to the local drinking establishment frequented by the men of the village. Following the course she specified, I traversed the twisting lanes of the village until I came upon the central square. There on a corner stood the antique front of the public house I sought. A signboard carried a replica of its name: "The Knight's Dagger."
At the bar, I ordered the same beer whose name I'd obtained from Ugo. I lifted my stein and examined it. The pewter vessel was inlaid with some kind of ceramic which bore a colorful scene of nymphs and satyrs frolicking in a country glade. A good sign, I thought, that the people of this place were open to fun or even, perhaps, to lust.
I took a deep swallow of the tasty brew and surveyed the room. Not far from me, near the bar, was a cluster of young, local men. Each of them was strikingly handsome, bearing exquisite testimony to the veracity of my friend in Vienna.
One of the men stood out, even in that splendid group. Taller than his mates, his head, crowned with tousled black hair, might have modeled for the bust of a Roman emperor. His jaw was firm and square above a neck corded with muscle. He wore a dark blue shirt unbuttoned almost to his waist, revealing his powerfully muscled chest tanned to a golden sheen. His sleeves were rolled up to display his massive biceps. Above the cloth-covered tree trunks of his thighs, a most impressive object caused the front of his trousers to bulge invitingly.
His brilliant blue eyes seemed to sparkle with some inner light. He glanced from his friends in my direction and fixed his gaze upon me. I summoned all of my will to face his inspection and not turn away. My heart, which had been beating like a hammer, stopped for a moment, when I saw the white, even teeth of his smile.
I gripped the edge of the bar, almost faint with excitement, when he left his companions and moved toward me.
"I am Adoniu," he greeted me. "May I join you?"
"My name is Edward," I responded, "and I would be greatly honoured by your company."
I gestured with my hand, and the bartender placed a stein of beer before my companion. He raised it in a toast, "To the best we can dream!"
"To the best!" I echoed and clinked my stein against my partner's.
"Have you traveled far, my friend?" he asked in his deep, rich voice. His German was accented but perfectly enunciated.
"I have come from England," I replied.
"A long journey," he said. "Are you upon a quest?"
"I have been," I said. My admiring eyes roamed over his body.
"And have you discovered the prize you sought?" he asked.
"Yes," I said with a confidence I hadn't known I possessed. "I believe that I have."
After some further small talk, my companion suggested the fine evening weather would be favorable for a stroll into the nearby park. I paid the bartender, and we made our way out the door, eyed knowingly by his former drinking partners.
Adoniu grasped my arm firmly and led me across the road into a grove of tall, old trees. When he leaned against the trunk of the largest, his shirt fell to his sides, revealing the splendor of his sculpted torso. I peeled his trousers open and down his corded thighs and knelt to pay homage to my god. His magnificent organ leapt free; I seized it with both of my eager hands.
My hungry mouth consumed the hot, smooth head of Adoniu's manly tool. He thrust his hips forward, pressing his organ against the back of my mouth. I gulped him into my throat, never gagging as I took in the treasure I had sought across a continent. I ran my tightly pressed lips along his length, burying my nose in the soft curls at his groin, then pulling back to gaze upon his strength.
My own rod ached in its confinement. I fumbled at my trousers and freed my prick to salute the cool night air between the feet of my adored one. I sucked thirstily at the big, hard hose in my throat, seldom touching myself, avoiding a premature tribute to my splendid hero.
At length, he mumbled an incoherent stream of German as his offering flooded my gullet. When the flow of his elixir had ceased, I released his organ and turned my face toward his. Gazing upward across his naked front to the handsome visage of my adored one, I panted, "Oh, Adoniu, was it good?"
Adoniu took a deep breath. "I needed that, Englishman," he said. Then, coldly, he added, "Now I must rejoin my friends." He buttoned his trousers and walked away, sparing me no wish for a good evening.
Defrocked, discarded like a used condom by the idol I had served, I grimly pumped my inflamed cock until my seed gave unwanted nourishment to the grass around the bare trunk of the tree.
Then I rose and turned in a circle, disoriented, until I chose a direction I thought would lead me to my empty bed. I set out along a narrow street that wound between rows of darkened houses. After I had walked some distance, I sensed danger.
In the dim light of the cloud-filled night sky, I could see that my path was blocked by four thugs, who spread out into a semicircle to surround me. One of them rushed at me, and I waved my walking stick in his face, giving him pause. I sensed that the villain on my right had moved behind me. A backward thrust of my stick was rewarded with a pain filled cry, as my blindly aimed weapon found his groin.
The robber on my left rushed toward me. I swung my stick with both hands and heard a satisfying crack when it struck his shoulder. I turned quickly to see that the last brigand was almost upon me. Light glinted on the steel of the knife he was swinging toward my ribs.
Suddenly, a rock flew past my ear and struck my assailant square in the jaw. He dropped before me like a bag of grain. I felt a breeze upon my waist. Looking down, I saw the bottom of my shirt, cut open by the knife, flapping against my belt. I pressed my hand against the white material above my belly, expecting to see a red stain spread, but there was none.
A hand seized my own. Startled, I spun around and saw that it was Ugo, my servant from the inn. He pulled at my arm, and I stepped away from the groaning body on the ground by my feet. The other scoundrels had fled into the night.
Ugo led me through a maze of winding lanes and alleys, until we were at last in the safe, warm light over the door of the hotel. We went inside and found my room, where I fell, exhausted, to sit upon the edge of the bed.
My attendant tugged at my jacket, and I let him pull it from my shoulders. I watched him hang it carefully inside the armoire. Then his stubby fingers unbuttoned the top of my shirt and spread it open. Ugo worked to undo the two buttons that held the loose flap at the bottom; then he pulled the ruined garment from my torso.
He knelt and untied and removed my shoes before tugging off my stockings. I stood and allowed him to unfasten my belt and lower my trousers. When I stepped free, Ugo carefully folded them and laid them on a chair. Then he pulled down my white cotton drawers, exposing my groin to his view. He paused a moment to look at me before tossing my small clothes atop my pants.
His brief glance had caused my flaccid cock to stretch and fill. Taken unexpectedly by a strange lust, I grasped Ugo's hand and brought him to stand before me. I pulled upward on the hem of his worn, grey blouse, dragging it over his head and upraised arms to reveal his skinny torso, covered with a wiry, black pelt. I unfastened the buttons at the front of his shorts and dropped the garment down his hairy legs to his feet. He kicked off his leather sandals and stepped free.
I moved to the bed and flung the blankets over the foot of the mattress, exposing the clean, white sheet. Ugo looked at me in wonder, as I scooped up his seemingly fragile body and laid him on the bed. Then I climbed on beside him and wrapped his naked flesh in my arms. My nose parted the hair that fell across his forehead, and I brushed softly along his cheek, feeling the pits in his skin left by some childhood disease.
Our eyes met. His, warm and brown, were filled with a look of longing, like an impoverished child whose nose pressed against a toy store window. He had saved my life; my body would be his inadequate reward. I pressed my lips against his mouth, and he opened it and thrust his tongue against mine. Like two hungry goldfish, we nibbled and licked at each other.
My hand felt Ugo's soft, hairy body. What a contrast to the marble-like form of the man I had worshipped earlier. Still, I sensed within Ugo a strength that had been lacking within the shallow, hollow statue of the other. I reached between us and tenderly felt the delicate stones within the hairy pouch at his groin.
When my hand stroked along the iron hardness of his cock, he scrambled atop me. My strong chest easily bore the slight weight of his thin body. I felt his stiff rod dig into the skin of my belly, rubbing beside my own enflamed organ. He drew his knees alongside my flanks, and brought his hand toward our faces. I heard him spit, and then his hand moved behind him; I knew he was preparing his opening for my entry.
Another handful of his sputum coated my throbbing pole, and he wriggled higher along my body to where he could press himself back upon me. I felt the head of my cock jab against his softness, and then his flesh opened and sucked me inside. Ugo grunted sharply, and I took a deep breath, somehow restraining my spear from its urgent need to bury itself within its target.
We paused for a moment until his face relaxed. He squirmed his bottom against me, and my shaft sank into his welcoming tunnel. When we were fully together, I rolled us over and pressed forward, raising his hips along my thighs. His legs waved wildly in the air, until I wrapped my arms around them and fell upon his chest. Our faces came together, and our lips joined in a hungry kiss.
I drove relentlessly into his body, urged on by his feet and hands. When at last my gift erupted inside him, I felt an answering splash between our bellies.
When we had regained our breath, I rolled to the side, keeping him wrapped in my arms. Ugo's head rested upon my shoulder; his eyes were closed serenely. I inclined my head toward his cheek and pressed a soft kiss onto his skin.
Just before I fell asleep, a vision flashed through my brain. I felt a certainty that my seed within his fragile body had some magical power that could ...
I slept before the dream could reveal any more.
When I awoke, my eyes were blinded by the sun behind him, streaming golden light upon my companion's hair. His skin seemed to glow with a bronze beauty I had only imagined in my dream. I looked at his face and saw the warm sparkle of affection in his open, brown eyes.
He moved to lay upon me. His weight conveyed a sense of strength and protection I hadn't known before. I wrapped my legs around his waist, resting my heels on his thighs. Then I pulled my knees toward my shoulders, and spit into my hand to prepare myself to be taken. I stroked his hard shaft with my wetness, and felt his knob press against my bud. It blossomed and sucked his hardness inside me.
A sharp ache stung my groin, but I had no patience. I kicked at his bottom, urging him to drive into my tight, burning channel. When his pelvis rested against my arse, I cried aloud a shout of pain from his invasion and of joy to be possessed.
We rested together as his lips found mine. Our eyes locked, conveying the warmth of our feelings, as his hard spear began to move within my quickly healing wound. I felt his strength, as my man's pole plunged within me, yet it felt as gentle as a finger stroking the soft, furry belly of a purring kitten.
The excitement of our passion was too intense to last. I felt his organ swell inside me, and then his seed burst forth into my depths. My own cream splashed onto our bellies, smeared between us when his exhausted weight rested upon me. We drifted together into a repose of complete satisfaction.
I was the first to awaken. My lover had slipped from within me and lay nestled close by my side, his limbs thrown carelessly across my body. I brushed the stringy black hair away from his scarred cheek, and saw his eye closed in peaceful slumber. The uneven line of Ugo's nose pressed against my chest. I ran my hand along his back, stroking my fingers through the coarse, black hair that covered his skin. My palm caressed his bony hip, and ran along his hairy, misshapen leg that rested over my groin.
I moved to lay my palm against his back and press him close to me. I could feel within Ugo's chest the heart that beat in rhythm with my own. I felt, flowing through my flesh, the warmth of the sweet soul who would hold my love forever more.
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The end.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know about the fairy tale - please don't bother to clue me in. I placed the reference at the front of my post for the benefit of readers in, say, Lithuania who might not otherwise get the point of my story. To learn more, employ your favorite internet search engine with "kiss frog prince".