Page 1 of Sweet on the Royal Guard

BENEDICT

A bare ass.

Let me rephrase. A fine bare ass is not the usual sight I get to admire when I look out the kitchen window into my backyard.

Especially when said fine bare ass leads to strong thighs that look like they’d cut off the circulation to your brain if you were lucky enough to get that close, not to mention the sculpted calves you’d happily run your tongue over.

Over the months that I’ve lived in the small cottage that shares a wall with the Lydovia Royal Palace gardens, I’ve spent hours admiring the varied creatures that visit my side of the wall. Birds, squirrels, butterflies, even a mouse or two, but this particular specimen is a first.

Mr. Bare Ass moves around the yard, seemingly unworried that someone might take offense to his lack of attire. Or the fact he’s in someone else’s backyard, for that matter.

He turns around, and I’m unfortunately spared a full-on view of his junk by the box of donuts in his hands.

My mouth hangs open as I watch the surreal scene unfold. The beautiful stranger, seemingly oblivious to his state of undress, plops down on my garden bench, opens the box, pulls out a donut, and stuffs it into his mouth…whole.

My dick reacts to the sight because, at this stage, my brain still hasn’t caught up to the fact there’s a naked stranger in my yard, which is not normal.

He runs his tongue over his plump pink lips covered in white powdered sugar. Said sugar also falls across his smooth, sculpted chest.

Is this what having a stroke at forty-five feels like?

He wipes the powder off his chest and takes another donut from the box. He plops that one in his mouth with an indulgent smile, and that’s it, my dick goes all the way hard.

I groan. It’s been way too long since I’ve had any kind of sex.

Is this an offering from the powers above? Or a tease more like.

Thoughts of the reason for my exile of sorts to a foreign country intrude on my mind, and I come crashing down like someone’s dropped a bucket of icy water on my head.

I should probably do something. Call the authorities, or at least let the guy know he’s on someone else’s property. But a traitorous spark of curiosity flares within me.

Before I decide what to do, the guy closes the box and stands. With a carefree smile, he walks up to the back door and knocks.

I freeze, torn between self-preservation and an inexplicable urge to see how this bizarre situation plays out.

Against my better judgment, I crack open the door. There he stands, all tanned skin and an easy grin, holding out a donut like a naked peace offering.

“Hiya, neighbor! Sorry for the impromptu visit. I’m Zeke. Mind if I borrow some clothes? I seem to have misplaced mine during a rather ill-advised dare involving streaking for donuts.”

I blink at him, momentarily struck dumb by his casual demeanor. “I…you…what?”

Zeke’s grin widens. “Long story short: never challenge a group of bored royal guards to a game of Truth or Dare. Especially when there’s a nearby bakery and a conveniently placed pond involved.

” He waggles the donut enticingly. “Apple cinnamon. Want one? I promise they’re worth the calories.

Not that you need to worry about that.” His eyes roam my body from head to toe, and I hope he doesn’t notice the bulge in my pants.

A reluctant chuckle escapes me. “I think I’ll pass on the baked goods, thanks. Would you like to come inside?”

“I usually know at least a guy’s first name before I come anywhere near inside,” he teases. “I told you mine. What’s yours?”

He follows me, looking around the small kitchen.

“I’m Benedict,” I say, holding out my hand.

He takes it, but instead of shaking, he holds my hand and my gaze captive.

“That’s quite a serious name. Almost stuffy. It doesn’t suit you.”

I shrug. “It’s the only one I have.”

His lips quirk in a smile. “I’m sure I could find you a better one, Benedict,” he says like he’s trying the name out. He turns his nose up a little, which makes me laugh. “What brings you to Lydovia?”

I sit at the kitchen table, unsure how to respond. I gesture for him to join me, but he places the donut box on the table and stands in front of the sink, looking out the window.

Can he tell I was watching him from there?

It’s been a long time since I’ve had a real conversation with anyone, and having it with a naked man I’ve never met before is unsettling. “I needed a change,” I finally say. “Some peace and quiet.”

“I want to say I’m sorry for crashing into your peace, Benny. But I’m really not.” He turns around to face me, and my eyes drift to his beautiful long cock, heavy and thickening against his thigh.

“You like what you see, Benji?”

I meet his eyes and my mouth goes dry when his gaze lands on my lap. The outline of my erection is unmistakable. I’m so turned on by his carefree, come-get-me attitude that I’m beyond caring.

“You were watching me, weren’t you?”

The air around us crackles as I nod.

I can’t tear my eyes away from Zeke’s face as he leans in, his lips brushing against mine. It’s gentle at first, a question more than a demand. I answer by deepening the kiss, my hand sliding to the nape of his neck.

When we break apart, Zeke’s eyes are dark with desire. “I want to taste you.”

My heart races as Zeke slides to his knees, his hands running up my thighs. I can barely breathe as he unzips my pants, freeing my cock.

“Fuck,” I gasp as Zeke’s warm mouth envelops me. His tongue swirls around the head, teasing and exploring. I thread my fingers through his light-blond hair, fighting the urge to thrust.

Zeke takes me deeper, his hands gripping my hips. The wet heat of his mouth is incredible, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I’m lost in the sensation, all thoughts of propriety forgotten.

“Zeke, I’m close,” I warn, tugging gently at his hair. But he doesn’t pull away, instead redoubling his efforts. The tension builds, and with a strangled cry, I come deep inside his mouth.

Zeke grins up at me as I catch my breath, looking thoroughly debauched and utterly pleased with himself. “Next time,” he says, voice husky, “I want that gorgeous cock in my ass.”

I laugh, a mix of embarrassment and arousal warming my cheeks. “You think there’s going to be a next time?”

He points at his cock. “You owe me one. I’ll come back to collect.”

Framed by a trimmed thatch of blond hair, his cock is thick, long, and hard. The perfect trifecta.

It’s not that I don’t want a repeat of what just happened or that I wouldn’t kill to be inside him, but I’m not going to waste an opportunity when it presents itself.

“I would have taken you for an instant gratification kind of guy,” I say, maneuvering us so Zeke is the one sitting on my chair while I kneel before him. I run my hands over the thighs I admired from afar. His muscles contract under my touch and his breath hitches.

“I am, Benji.”

When my eyes meet his, I see a different Zeke. One who’s craving my touch and needs to be taken care of. This is the most powerful I’ve felt with anyone, and it’s heady.

I lower my mouth to his cock and suck the purple mushroom head.

“Fuck,” he gasps.

I wrap my hands around his thighs so the only part of my body touching his cock is my mouth. My experience with men is limited for a reason, but it only took me a single experience in my twenties to discover I have my own talents. No gag reflex.

Zeke’s muscles strain and his legs shake the more I suck. Relaxing my throat, I slowly take him in until my nose touches the hair at the base of his cock. I feel his balls draw up under my chin.

“Jesus, fucking…argh, Benny, you’re killing me.”

I chuckle, pulling out just a tad so I can swallow his precum and the spit building in my mouth. He runs his hands over my hair, and I look up.

His eyes were a light blue before but are now as dark as mine. His expression is filled with awe.

I pull off with a pop. “Are you going to feed me your cum, Zeke?”

He bites his lower lip and lets his head fall backward. “Fuck yeah, Benedict. I need it.”

The fact he’s stopped with the ridiculous nicknames tells me he’s too lost in lust to try to be funny. I don’t know why, but I love that.

“Hold my head down, Zeke,” I say. “Fuck my mouth.”

Before he can answer, I lower my mouth back to his cock.

When his hand lands on my hair, I suck and bob my head on his cock.

For a minute or so, I lose myself in the pleasure of giving pleasure.

My dick rallies for a second round, which isn’t something I’ve experienced before because when you keep secrets, you get used to walking away after the first orgasm.

A second is a luxury I’ve never allowed myself to have.

Until now.

Zeke pushes my head down at the same time his hips roll up. It takes me by surprise, so I almost choke a little, but instead of pulling off, I keep going. My cock is harder than it was before, even when it was in Zeke’s mouth, so I give it a few pulls to take the edge off.

“Oh fuck, you’re going to come again. That’s so hot,” he says.

I double up on my efforts to draw his orgasm as I stroke myself.

It’s hard to say what comes first, my second orgasm or Zeke spilling his cum into my throat, but I take it all. Even as my knees ache and my body wants to melt to the floor, I suck him until he’s dry and his thighs shake with aftershocks.

Zeke pulls me onto his lap and kisses me like he’s looking for remnants of his release in my mouth.

“That was so fucking hot, Benny.”

“Oh yeah?” A weird sense of pride fills my chest.

“Definitely in the top ten.”

I smile, wanting to ask where in the top ten I rank and if there will be an opportunity to improve my score in the future, but I refrain. As insanely hot as this encounter was, I’m sure I won’t see Zeke again. A guy like him is bound to have more men than he can shake a stick at chasing after him.

“How about those clothes?” he asks.

I stand and go to my room. I only packed a single suitcase of clothes when I came to Lydovia, so I haven’t got much, but I can spare a pair of joggers and a T-shirt.

They’re way too small for him. His muscles strain the shirt and the outline of his soft cock shows through the joggers.

“You’re staring, Ben-Ben.”

I laugh. “Get out of my house, Zeke,” I say with far less meaning than I should.

He walks to the door and then turns around.

“I’ll make sure to bring these back.”

Zeke kisses me, and then he’s gone.