Unfortunately William rooms in Manor House, while I’m over in RF Hall along with the other King’s Scholarshipers. I see him in the halls quite a bit though. I’ve bumped into him several times. He’s never bumped into me once.
“SPLOSH!”
The sound of starter’s pistol was followed by the slapping sound water makes when five speedo clad boys jump in, which was then followed by the cheers, hoots and hollers of dozens of students encouraging their now water logged representatives.
The racers swam as quickly as they could, and I aimed my camera at the finish line at the far side of the pool. ‘Course even the din of the crowd could not block the sound of Jerry pontificating on the latest set of Pokemon cards.
“I think they deliberately hold back some of them, just to force us to spend more pocket money trying to track them down. Take the Girachu one for example. It’s suppose to be in one out of every nine packets, but I....”
Don’t get me wrong, Jerry is my best friend here at Eton. Still, the guy can go into excruciating detail. I tried to politely ignore him without hurting his ego, reminding him of school spirit, the thrill of competition, what have you. I needed my full concentration. It was only about a three minute race after all, and I had to get a picture of the winner for the school newspaper.
The racers finished their final lap. I raised my camera, squinting a bit and adjusting the focus. The crowd was on their feet. I zoomed in for a close up of the champion. The winner placed both hands on the cement in front of him and hauled his body out of the water. That’s when I realized just who won first place. It was the cutest boy I’ve ever seen. Wills. Officially called Prince William of Wales.
I stared at him through the viewfinder of my camera. He pulled the bathing cap off of his head to reveal a mane of exquisite blond, shaggy hair. The water beaded on his broad shoulders. Tiny droplets of it cascaded down his strong back, only to puddle at the waistband of his speedo.
“W-o-w!” I muttered, despite myself.
“What did you say?” Jerry asked.
“I..umm...I said ‘wow’ you know, like it reads on the back of his bathing suit. William of Wales. W.O.W.” I stammered, quickly recovering myself.
Jerry pushed the camera down, breaking me out of my reverie.
“True, you know you’re not suppose to take any pictures of his highness” he said, sarcastically emphasizing the last two words. “You’re lucky no one saw you. Do you want to lose your scholarship and get sacked?”
Of course I didn’t want to lose my scholarship. My name is Jonathan Trueblood. My friends call me ‘True’. I am a student at Eton College For Boys. I know, I know. I’ve heard it before. ‘Trueblood’s with the blue bloods’. That’s what all my friends back home say. None of them can believe that I’m here at probably the poshest school in all of England. They sort of make fun of me, teasing me for attending such a college, while they simply go to one of the local schools. I guess it’s only fair that they do tease me, since the guys here tease me as well. They mock that I don’t have the nicest clothes or the latest electronic gadgetry. They say that I don’t fit in, which is probably true. I’m sort of the guy stuck between two worlds.
I don’t let it get to me too much though. Being accepted to Eton was probably the best thing to happen to me in all my 16 years of life. Only fourteen boys a year are awarded the King’s Scholarship. It was a very difficult process, with interviews and testing and the like. It stretches on for days. I did it though. Despite my less than upper-crust upbringing I was accepted.
Eton is looking for boys of high academic promise who will benefit from the opportunity of attending the school, and who will contribute to the academic and general life here. As a result, the college picks up the full cost of school, room and board. The incidentals they do not however. That’s why I pull double shifts taking pictures and for the school paper, the school website and other propaganda pieces. It doesn’t pay much, but it does give me some extra dosh to spend on what I like. There’s only one rule when it comes to cameras at Eton. They are not, under any circumstances, to be pointed at our most famous classmate, the prince.
Enough about me though, let’s get back to something much more exciting. The object of my affection - Prince William. Wills really is the best athlete. He turned and raised his arms victoriously as the crowd of boys cheered for him, then smiled and tossed back some wet blonde locks that had fallen into his face. His smile was even sexier in person than in any of the photographs I’d seen. He has a gorgeous body, very slender with sinuous muscles. Despite the fact that it was winter in England, his skin glowed with a slight tan under the indoor pool lighting. It was the kind of tan that made me want to see what lay beneath the waistband. I glanced down at his crotch as he stood to me in profile now. Maybe it was the thrill of competition or an involuntary reaction to the other boys patting him on the back, but I think he was sporting a semi. I couldn’t believe how much of his cock I could see through the wet folds of the almost painted on suit.
I guess you’ve figured out by now that I am gay. I only recently got it straight myself. At first I thought the reason why I didn’t like girls was simply that I couldn’t find any girl all that interesting. Most of them seemed so ordinary. The really good looking ones seem so conceited and the plain ones were...well too plain. Many of them weren’t smart enough to have an interesting conversation with, and alot of the smart ones bore me. I just put girls off and told myself, “I think I’m worth waiting for someone perfect.” It was about that time I saw William. William really does live up to his moniker, ‘Dreamboat Willie’.
I didn’t mean to stare at him. I just couldn’t tear my eyes away. William turned and, even though I was lost in the crowd, I was sure that his eyes met mine. I panicked and dropped my camera. Jerry bent over and helped me retrieve it.
“You’ve got to be more careful.” he said. “I know, the camera is school property.”
“Not that, silly!” Jerry joked as he poked me in the ribs. “You know....”
Despite his lack of conversation skills, Jerry is still the best friend I have here at Eton. He’s a King’s Scholarship lad like I am. We room at RF Hall. He’s probably the only person in the world who knows that I am gay. Well, I suppose he knows. We never actually said the words, but he’s guessed. He was cool with it, and more importantly he didn’t tell anyone. I had a hard enough time fitting in without the entire school knowing I liked other boys.
We gathered up our things and walked back to our room in RF Hall.
I think I’ve had a crush on William since I arrived at Eton. Being a photographer, I tend to think of my life as a series of pictures, crystallized moments frozen in time. There’s the mental photo of me leaving for my very first day of grammar school, crying my eyes out because I had to leave mother for the day. There’s the one of me riding my first two wheeler, and the one of me leaving for my first day at Eton. My first day of boarding school, maybe I cried a tear or two that day as well. But, it sure cheered me up to see William.
Unfortunately William rooms in Manor House, while I’m over in RF Hall along with the other King’s Scholarshipers. I see him in the halls quite a bit though. I’ve bumped into him several times. He’s never bumped into me once.
We entered ‘The Sty’ the clever nick name for our room, and I went straight to the bathroom. I’ve set up a miniature dark room there.
I pulled a couple of the shots from the developing mixture and hung them out to dry. A few nice action photos there. More than enough to keep the editor happy, and earn my job for another day. Then, I pulled out a shot I wasn’t expecting. I didn’t mean to take it. I must have clicked the shutter when Jerry pushed the camera down. It was a photo of Wills’ ass in that tight speedo.
I could still hear Jerry rattling on just beyond the door, but I paid no attention. I was focused on the picture of William. His backside filled out that speedo nicely. I closed my eyes and let my emotions get the better of me.
As my hormones pounded, getting the better of me, an image of William coalesced in my mind. My right hand pushed its way up under my shirt and began to caress my chest, paying particular attention to my nipples. In my mind, it was William’s hand. My left hand traveled down to my trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping them, letting my now throbbing hard on out into the red light of my make shift darkroom. My fingers lightly ran along the length of my hardening cock until I could take no more. My hand wrapped itself around the base of my dick and slowly started moving up and down.
Every twitch of my muscles sent trickles of pleasure up and down my spine. The breath ran ragged out of my lungs. My hands continued their rhythmic motion, gripping tightly at my manhood. My eyes tightened uncontrollably and my jaw dropped open as my fingers danced around the head, up and over and to that area right below that always drives me wild.
I slowed my movements, suppressing the wave of my oncoming orgasm. I wanted this moment to last. I leaned back against the bathroom wall, staring at the picture of William’s ass. In my mind I was picturing his face, his chest, his tight smooth stomach.
I couldn’t take it any more. My hands took up a staccato rhythm, gently but forcefully massaging my groin. I was so close. So close. I pictured William’s hand replacing my own. I could see his lips moving closer...ever closer to mine. In my mind he was going to kiss me.
“Hey, are you almost done in there or not? I gotta take a leak!” Jerry said as he pounded on the door, breaking the moment.
I quickly tugged my pants up, shoving my still hard boner back inside. The pictures were dry enough that I could crack the door open slightly to let Jerry in. We traded places. Me in our room, he in the bathroom. I could hear the stream of his piss hitting the toilet.
“Were you listening to me at all, True?” Jerry asked, mid-stream. “I was telling you how cool it will be around here next week when all the rich-kid, blue bloods are away on their ski trip. They think they’ve got it so good since they can afford it, but us scholarshipers will just enjoy it more here without them.”
As he talked, I pulled out my William picture again. I had stuffed it down my pants to hide it from Jerry. I quickly stuck it under my mattress for use later.
As Jerry emerged from the bathroom he said, “You know what I like the way you take pictures. You see something you like, maybe it’s something that no one else can see the beauty in, and you take aim and ‘snap’. There’s no stopping you.”
I thought about my picture of William, and how I was almost sure that we made eye contact through the crowd today. I thought about how much I wanted him to notice me, and I thought about what Jerry said. How I can see something that maybe no one else can see and how I just take it. At that moment I knew what I had to do.
“Jerry, you know that skiing trip that the blue bloods are taking next week? I’ve decided I’m going too.”
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