Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2017 14:07:48 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Lion-King Chapter 10 Lion-King by badboi666 =============================================================================== If sex with boys isn't your thing, go away. If, as is much more likely, you've come to this site precisely to get your rocks off reading about sex with fresh young lads then make yourself comfortable - you're in the right place. Don't leave, however, without doing this: Donate to Nifty - these buggers may do it for love but they still have to eat. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 10 31 August 1997. I have to remember to be very careful when we're not in Africa. Well, when we're in Europe, to be exact. The fairy told me that her jurisdiction applied only to Europe, and obviously that includes the UK. I don't want to be invisible to Leo. I don't mind being invisible to other people who saw me as King, but Leo's too important. Leo had planned a big celebration to mark our silver anniversary - 25 years since the Gay Pride march - and his 65th birthday. We would leave Southampton on the QE2 for an extended cruise - it tickled his fancy to mark 25 years by going on an extended cruise. "That's the one thing neither of us has had to do for 25 years," he said. Much preparation had gone into it, and we would be on board for almost 3 months, disembarking in Gibraltar on 28 September. We'd made arrangements for a boat to take us across to Tangier from there. It cost an absolute fortune, but it was worth every penny. The schedule meant that we would cross that Atlantic several times, cruise Norway and - most important - be a day west of Southampton again today, so that my visit wouldn't be in Europe. I hoped that the fairy's jurisdiction ended at the 12-mile limit. It did. This was our 62nd day on board, and we'd become part of the furniture by now. A large number of the ship's officers and crew had become friends - very good friends in a gratifying number of cases. QE2 had a club which met each day called Friends of Dorothy. It struck us when we first looked at the on-board bulletin of What's On that something called Friends of Dorothy might be a code for a daily queers' get-together, so we went along to see. It was. We met some interesting guys there - all passengers as we discovered quickly that the officers and crew were strictly excluded. What was nice from our point of view was that the passengers changed every week or so as there was no-one else booked for as long as we were. Leo and I have been entirely faithful to each other since the day we met: I think I've told you that. What that has meant is that neither of us has had sex with any other man. Boys, however, are not included in the banned list. You know about our houseboy practices. By agreement reached very soon after that Gay Pride march we put an upper limit on the age of a 'boy' to be 17. Neither of us really fancied boys much above 15, but we were alert to the possibility of a really stunning late developer, so 17 was set to allow for this. Most of the boys in our lives since 1972 have been quite a bit younger, as you know. The Friends of Dorothy turned out to be a hoot. We were about the middle of the age range: I was 69. There was very rarely anyone under about 40, and no women, of course. We wondered where the lesbians met, but we never found out. It was fun to watch from the side-lines as friendships were attempted. I doubt if anyone was successful in finding the kind of shipboard companionship he was after. It was about Day 10 before we discovered how things really did work in that regard. The friends of Dorothy met in a discreet room near one of the ship's many bars. On the eastbound crossing from New York that bar had been temporarily closed because of some fault with the lights, so that there was never anybody there to drink. One day as we left another amusing meeting there were a couple of crew members by the closed-off bar. They smiled - they're trained to smile - but these smiles seemed to contain an extra element of pleasure at seeing us that was usual. We smiled back, always alert for smiles from attractive young guys. Could they help us, one of them asked. Leo looked at me, and I looked at Leo. "Yes, I think you can," said Leo, "why don't we find somewhere to talk about it." Quick as a flash one of them produced a key and unlocked the bar door. Five seconds later he locked it again with the four of us inside. It was clear that they'd been waiting outside the Friends of Dorothy in case anyone coming out took their fancy. I'm not sure why we fitted the bill, but I wasn't going to grumble. Oh, didn't I tell you? They were both very young crew members indeed - apprentices, probably. The smaller of the two smiled and said, "I am Kim, and my friend is Lee." It was immediately clear that Fate was playing a large part in this: Kim for King and Lee for Leo. Or would it be the other way round? Clearly the Ocean Gods were on our side. Matters of mutual interest were quickly discussed. Kim and Lee were both from Manila and had joined Cunard as apprentices a few months earlier shortly after their 15th birthdays. They were undergoing training in the dull routine housekeeping tasks, but not yet doing passenger-facing work. They would be allowed to clean cabins - sorry, staterooms - after 6 months of fetching and carrying for those of more elevated ranks within the housekeeping hierarchy. They were bored stiff, but accepted that their months of boredom were a necessary precursor to higher things. They were also shrewd enough to work out that their off-duty hours could be enlivened by, as one of them had put it, 'helping' passengers. And not just any old passengers, but gentlemen passengers of a certain age. Putting it bluntly, they liked being fucked by grandfathers. We weren't likely to qualify by producing photographs of our offspring, but age was the criterion, rather than fecundity, so an arrangement was swiftly arrived at. Kim said it was strictly against the rules for crew members to enter staterooms other than to service them. "Then you must service ours as well as us," said Leo, but delightful as the boys were, their command of English innuendo wasn't up to that one. It was on the tip of my tongue to say that fucking 15-year-olds in any environment was also strictly against the rules, but I refrained. We told them our stateroom number. They told us they would come off-duty at 2100 and be free until 0600. We enquired whether their visit would stretch to all of those nine hours. Much giggling, then Lee said, "We must be in our bunks by 0500 so that they are slept in. They wake us, you see." Apparently they shared a two-bunk room and a steward roused them at 0530. I wondered whether the steward sometimes called at 0430, but we never found out. Perhaps the steward had other lads to rouse. Leo and I got back from dinner in good time to shower and change into the robes provided for us. When we had first boarded in Southampton the two twin beds had been tactfully separated, but we moved them that night, and our Steward tactfully left them that way, working out (correctly) that advantage would come to him by so doing. As he was all of 22 the advantage turned out to be $250 in Gibraltar. At 2115 there was a light tap on the door. I opened it to find two excited 15-year-olds. I ushered them to the bed and motioned them to sit. Leo and I were in armchairs. "Well," I said, "here you are. Let's talk about how we should get to know each other." Kim did the talking. He said that they were boy-friends but that they loved older men. They would do anything we wished - here he smiled widely, and Lee nodded enthusiastically. Bottoms then, I thought, if they're leaving what happen up to us. Much the best way. "We much choose which boy goes with which man," said Leo. "Rex and I - you must call us Leo and Rex, by the way - have different ways of pleasing a boy, as you will see." We stood up and opened our robes. It was immediately clear that Leo did width and I did length. It was (childishly) nice to see their eyes open a little wider at the elderly, but still pretty good, goods on display. "Choose, boys," said Leo, "who likes it wide and who likes it long." Leo can be very coarse sometimes. There was no hesitation: Kim chose me and Lee chose Leo; neither boy was in any doubt which cock he wanted up his arse (I can be coarse too, as you may have noticed). As AIDS was still a scourge Leo and I had brought along an industrial quantity of condoms, but when Leo produced some Lee stopped him. "No, Leo, please no - we are clean boys and we trust gentlemen like you and Rex. We like to have your cum in our bottoms, to feel it in us." Fair enough, I thought, that's pretty much how we like it too. The johnnies went away. Bareback it would be. I couldn't resist asking Kim, as I took him in my arms on my side of the bed, that if they were indeed boy-friends, who did what? Kim's refreshing answer was that each of them liked the other one to do whatever he wanted: fuck, suck, whatever. The relationship was entirely guilt-free and mutually satisfactory, and had been since they were school friends in Manila at age 10. "Now, Rex," he said, "I must make you ready to fuck me." The first part of this was accomplished by Kim's performing a very erotic strip - no bump and grind, but teasingly erotic all the same. I looked over to the other two. Lee's making-ready involved deep kissing. I would concentrate on Kim, I decided. Naked, the boy had a great deal to commend him. Unlike his Muslim brethren from South-East Asia, Kim came from a Catholic country where circumcision was rare. Kim's cock was as it has been when he sprang from the womb. It was thin and brown, with a foreskin projecting well beyond the treasure hidden underneath. 5 inches or so soft, soft black pubic hair (the softest I'd encountered), low-hanging balls in a hairless sack. I turned him round: I wanted to see the target. It was beautiful: I would enjoy exploring it at length - great length - soon. "Do you like me, Rex?" he asked, grinning. "Oh yes, Kim, I do. Do you like me?" And I threw off my robe to reveal the tattoo. He couldn't take his eyes off it. He stretched out a finger - a delightfully common reaction of boys on seeing it for the first time - and traced the outline of the kneeling boy. "Is this what you like, Rex?" I nodded. "Will I be this boy now, Rex?" I nodded. "Rex, Lee and I are 15," he said, " and our cocks can come 4, maybe 5 times in the night. But you are a grandfather and you may be less able. Before I start, please Rex, how many cums will you want?" An interesting question, and one which could be debated at length. Was one mighty orgasm conjured up after two hours of foreplay better than two orgasms two hours apart? About five seconds thought was needed before I said "when you make me come, Kim, I will tell you. Let us say that more than one will certainly be possible." "Good," said the boy, and went on to demonstrate wisdom beyond his years by adding, "you come once like the tattoo, then when you fuck me you will fuck me much more." Kim pushed me back on the bed. "I become the tattoo now." Kim had perfected his cock-sucking skills on Lee over the years, and his soft lips sparked feelings in my cock - and well beyond - that I'd not felt for a long time. His fingers were not idle, and roamed over many sensitive parts in the process of achieving Kim's first goal. I was all for turning him into 69 mode, but he resisted. "No, Rex, I do you, lie still and enjoy." I was aware that Lee had brought Leo to the tape more rapidly that the performance at our side of the bed. Lee was swallowing noisily, with much moaning and other expressions of pleasure. Leo enjoyed it too. Kim's technique was exquisitely refined. Three times I was within 5 seconds of the point of no return, and three times he backed off, just enough to delay matters but not enough to lose forward impetus. The fourth time he sensed that now was it. His tongue swirled my glans, his fingers stroked my balls, my balls heeded the call to arms and spunk flew out of me into Kim's devouring mouth. And again. And again. And, slightly less vigorously, again. Kim allowed me to finish before licking greedily at any final drops that grandfather might produce. He rose from his crouched position and showed me his prize before swallowing it all. I pulled him into my arms and we kissed in such a way that I was rewarded with my own after-taste. I cuddled him. "Now it's your turn," I said. He snuggled into me and whispered, "yes." I whispered in his ear - naturally I had to lick it before whispering into it - "how do you want to cum, Kim?" "This time," he started, promisingly, "I want to wank onto your chest. I want you to see me doing it. I want you to devour me with your eyes so that, when you fuck me later, you are fucking the boy you have devoured." This was fine by me. If the boy could come 4 or 5 times then a few of them at least must be at his bidding. "Good," I said, "when did you last come, Kim?" This had been almost 24 hours ago. The two of them had planned a seduction outside Friends of Dorothy the night before and had refrained from wanking (or anything else) in case they struck lucky. These boys had a glowing career in front of them in the merchant fleet. I stayed on my back, propped up for the floorshow. Kim knelt between my legs and proceeded to pleasure himself. Lee, at the moment resting, saw what was going on, and offered to help. Kim nodded. He drew his foreskin back with his right hand, revealing a dark glans, much darker than any other part of his body. His cock was now about 6 inches, straining upwards against his slim brown belly - not an ounce of fat on him (well, apart from the delightful fat on his buttocks). Lee's part in the exercise was the insertion of his hand under Kim's balls - right under them, as far as his arsehole. "In?" said Lee. "Mmm", which was all the encouragement Lee needed. Kim raised himself so that Lee could gain access and, to my mounting surprise, Lee's hand started to disappear. Kim was evidently used to this, and the effect was spectacular. The first of his orgasms occurred only about 20 seconds after Lee's hand had disappeared. Kim gave a groan - that sexiest of sounds a boy can make - and his cock spurted an arc of cum onto my chest. It was unusual in that it was precisely that - an arc. Just one massive spurt. No seconds. Mind you, the volume in that single spurt was awesome. I've gathered enough cum off my body to know a big orgasm when I see one. This one went straight from chest to fingers to mouth to tongue to throat to stomach. Kim leaned forward to gain the same benefit from his cum that I had had from mine. Lee's hand slipped out. Kim sighed. Leo clapped. I smiled. By 0500 I had fucked Kim twice, coming deep inside him the first time. On the second occasion, before I entered him, he asked me to pull out and cum on his body. I was happy to agree, so we did it that time with him on his back and his supple teenaged legs wrapped round my neck. As requested I pulled out at the last minute, and my cum, shot in a line from his nipples to his navel, was gathered up by him and used to wank himself off (cum number 5) into the general mess on his belly. I would have dealt with it, but Lee got there first. An idea struck me. I had not been keeping track of what Lee and Leo had done - Kim was far too interesting for that - but I figured that these two would have not arrived at our stateroom without some preparation. Lee's hand had gone up Kim's arse without difficulty and Leo had fucked Lee. I picked up Lee by the hips while he was still kneeling, hoovering up the cum on Kim's belly and lined him up. I made a wedge with my right hand: how much would I get in? Lee tensed for about a millionth of a second before his arse lips opened and he pushed himself back onto my fist. I closed my eyes. I got as far as the knuckles before there was a quiet "wait a second, please, Rex," then, after a moment, "yes." In I went, into an arse that my lover had ploughed widthways already, an arse full of Leo's cum, an arse willing, anxious, desperate, to be filled again and again, an arse in which I rotated my hand, my knuckles bombarding his prostate with repeated rhythmic massage, an arse which I felt clamping on my hand as the boy's cock erupted yet again (his 5th as well) onto his boy-friend's matted belly. I felt the bed vibrating gently. When I opened my eyes I saw Kim engulfing Leo, giving him the orgasm that he'd given my seven hours earlier. Leo gasped and cradled Kim's head. Kim, to his eternal credit, offered me my lover's nectar. I accepted. We saw them again quite often after that before we reached Gibraltar, today being just another night to remember. =============================================================================== badboi666@btinternet.com is where you should sent comments and suggestions