Date: Fri, 19 Jan 2018 08:50:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys 12 Queen Mary Bell-boys 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 14-year-olds 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 12 At 0915 we were in with Sir as usual. "Slim wants you two at 1400," he told Tim and me. "Since he's having both of you I've charged him a bit less than double. You're there for two hours this time, and it's piss as usual. OK?" We nodded, happy at the thought of what would be happening. "Alan, you are to go to 733 at 1600 where you will be entertained by two English gentlemen. I have no idea what they wish to do; they will have you for one hour. It's the first time any of you has been with more than one client, and I am concerned that there is a greater risk. I want you to report to me as soon as you leave them. Understood?" Alan nodded. "They seemed harmless enough in the elevator," he said. "Very possibly, but we all know that men change when they get their trousers off." All three of us smiled in happy remembrance of the benefits conferred by changes of this kind. "I will tell Cabins 3 and 4 about the treat I have laid on for them for tomorrow night. It will happen at 2000 and will last for at least two hours." "What will it be?" asked Alan. "You'll have to wait and see. They will tell you and if it comes as a surprise so much the better. Now off you go." The morning was uneventful for all three of us. We decided that all the likely boylovers had had the chance to ride with us - anyone leaving it to the last two days before making a move was leaving it too late. At lunch we were joined again by Cabin 4, and they seemed even more friendly than they had yesterday. As we were leaving it was my turn to pluck Charlie's sleeve. "How did last night go?" I asked. He seemed embarrassed. "Go on, Charlie, you and I don't have secrets" I said. "When I started to wank my bed squeaked and Andrew said he knew what I was up to. That was bad enough, but Chris said he'd been listening and this was the first night I'd done it. Andrew said - and these were his exact words - 'it would be a fucking fountain'. It was awful." "You mustn't let them see you hate being teased," I said, "they will have been wanking as well. I told you - all boys do. And all boys tease other boys. Did you carry on?" He nodded. "And was it a fucking fountain?" He nodded. "Good. That's how it usually is. And did you enjoy it?" "Yes. I wish I'd known about it ages ago." I could only share his regret. "Never mind, you know now. Are you coming to play in our cabin tonight? About 2130 would be a good time." "Are you sure?" "Oh, I'm sure all right, Charlie. I love it too, don't forget, and we haven't done it properly together yet." Leave him to think what that might mean, Patrick. "See you tonight then." I met Tim in the cabin at around 1330. We both showered. It's quite hard not to piss in the shower if you need to, as we both did, but being professionals we somehow managed. Well vaselined, we were at Slim's door at 1400 on the dot. "Come in boys. My God, you really are identical, aren't you." We went in and took our clothes off. Slim, in his robe as usual, joined us in a stare of blissful erect nakedness. Today he had put some kind of cover on the floor by the entrance to the bathroom. It was evident that as there were going to be three of us happily pissing on each other, there wasn't enough room in the shower area. I hoped that the stuff he'd put down would stop the carpet from becoming stained. Still, it wasn't our problem, and Sir had anticipated future needs in this area. Slim made us lie down head to toe. Naturally we quickly scooted into a more exciting 69 position: more head to cock than head to toe. "Perfect," said Slim, "I want you to suck each other and do what you like doing to each other's asshole." I hadn't realised that I was possessed of an ass in Slim's presence, but I didn't have any difficulty in following his instruction. Both of us like having our cheeks pulled strongly apart, exposing the interesting bit as much as possible. Fingers dallied at the entrance, but we weren't sure how far Slim expected us to go. Not to cum, surely? Well. he was paying so we reckoned he would tell us what he wanted. We'd been told to suck, so we got on with it. Tim and I had been keen and devoted sex partners for several years. We had 69ed hundreds of times since we first tried it aged 9 or so. In those days the orgasms were dry, but in a 9-year-old's body they were immensely powerful. Tim produced his first spunk about three weeks before I did - a fact which he constantly holds before me when I am being particularly annoying - about a month after our 13th birthday. For those three weeks we 69ed every single night, even on days when Father Corrigan had had first dibs, as it were. The good Father was highly delighted when Tim squirted in his mouth, which action was performed while I was being fucked. At last it was my turn to cum properly, an occasion which Tim marked by telling me, as we cuddled together afterwards, that he loved me more than anyone else in the world. I cried that night more than I can remember crying before or since. As a result of so many years of practice, therefore, Slim was treated to a mutual 69ing of a quality and intensity he hadn't seen before. The fact that we were identical twins naturally had a lot to do with it. Anyway, we were hard at it, licking and tonguing and fingering each other's arses, still many minutes short of coming, when we suddenly felt a deluge of hot piss soaking us. As this was so unexpected we broke apart and looked up at Slim, who pissed on our faces and cocks (they being in close proximity). We had each drunk from Slim's tap before, and this was new, and pretty startling, but we both instinctively knew we could live with it. I opened my mouth and Slim took the hint. He knelt beside us and fed me his cock. I swallowed hard and very little was spilt. Tim said, "my turn," and Slim aimed at Tim's mouth. He got the rest of Slim's bladder's contents. Now Slim was empty, but the two of us had very full bladders, likely to be topped up with more before the hour was up from full stomachs. "We're bursting," I said, "where do you want it?" Slim didn't hesitate. "I want you to go back to 69ing and piss in each other's month." This was a new treat. Tim and I had done piss with each other occasionally, but it wasn't easy to find somewhere in a small crowded house with the rest of the family close by, and until now all we'd done was piss on each other. So being asked to piss in each other by Slim was luxury indeed. "OK?" I said to Tim. He nodded and we 69ed again. I soon felt Tim pissing in my mouth and started to swallow. I let mine start and once we'd both started there was no stopping us. "My God," said Slim, "I can see you're both swallowing. This is so hot to watch. Two sexy cute boys pissing in each other's mouth! Wow!" Nowadays he'd have his mobile phone out recording it all for his subsequent delectation, but in 1936 all he had by way of memory was a Mk1 brain. Tim and I were so full that we each pissed for well over a minute before we ran dry. "Well done," said Slim, "when all the piss you've swallowed comes through I 'll tell you where I want it." "Let me guess," I said, "up your ass?" (See how well I can accommodate to the language of a client, as well as his sexual needs!) "Got it in one," he said happily. "Two," said Tim, "don't forget me - I'm even younger and sexier than he is." "Two," agreed Slim with a smile. It's beginning to be uncomfortable lying where we are, soaking in piss. While my brother and I are fond of each other we don't need to express our fraternal feelings by lying in a pool of Slim's cooling piss longer than we need to. "Can we get up now, and shower?" I asked. "Sure, you know where it is," - this said with a conspiratorial grin. The two of us got in and did our best to wash off as much as possible. We knew we'd have to clean up properly before we left, and we'd not need to be completely pure to fulfil the rest of our obligations to Slim. He'd paid for two hours, and we'd only been there for about 20 minutes. What did he have in store for us? When we had dried ourselves we found Slim lying on the bed naked. He beckoned us over and made us lie down on either side of him. "Now," he said, "you two are obviously extremely experienced and skilled at what you do. In about an hour, maybe less, you're both gonna need to piss. That'll be up my ass, as you guessed. When you feel you need to piss in say ten minutes then we stop what we're doing and get down on the cloth and you fuck me. As soon as the first one's jizzed the other one takes his place. OK?" We agreed, thinking that it would be a fun thing to do. "Until then I want you to torture me. No," (he saw the look on Tim's face, as I did) "not that kind of torture - I want you to tease me and make me desperate to cum, but I don't want you to let me. I'll say 'stop' if I'm about to shoot, and you stop. OK? Then after a minute you can start again. It called 'edging' and when a guy who's been edged finally gets to lose his load it's pretty spectacular." Tim and I exchanged looks. This would be an education! "What sort of things d'you want us to do?" asked Tim. "You're the professionals, " he said, "that's what I'm paying for. You choose." Right, I thought, you've asked for this. "So we're in charge until you say 'stop'?" "Yup." Good: this would be fun. "Tim, look in his drawer for a hanky," I said, "we're going to blindfold you so you don't know what's coming next." The effect on Slim's cock of the idea of his being blindfolded was immediate: it went from completely at rest against his thigh to semi stiff. While Tim was looking for a hanky I applied my 14-year-old right hand to it, and when Tim returned he was able to blindfold a man fully erect and hot, as the Americans would say, to trot. When we were sure that Slim couldn't see I beckoned Tim into the shower. I whispered to him, "I'll rim him and finger him. You get behind his head and lift his ankles so I can get at his arsehole properly. If you can fix it so that your cock is beside his mouth he'll stretch up to get it in his mouth. Let him, but only just the tip. He'll want to get more in." "So will I." "Yes, but the point of this is him, not you and me. How much did he give you yesterday?" "$20." "That's what he gave me. If we can edge him so that he has a really special cum he might give us a lot more. We have to keep him on the leash for an hour. I'll tell you when I've had enough and you can take over." Tim agreed. "This could be fun," he said. "Yes. But remember we have to tell him a few minutes before we need to piss. Let's have a sign for needing to piss in 5 minutes." "OK," said Tim, "what about 'ready in 5'?" We agreed and went back to where Slim was lying, his cock now soft again. Even soft it was a good size. I wondered how long we could delay the inevitable. Tim got in place behind Slim's head, reached forward for his ankles and said, "lift your legs". Slim obliged and I was treated to his crack. I leaned in and started to rim him. I was glad that he had showered - I love rimming, but I don't like smelly cracks. Scents produced while I'm at work are different - they're what I'm producing, or rather, they're what the arse I'm working on is producing, and they're the scents I love, because they're scents which get me going. Sweat, arse juice, precum - they're all a big turn-on for me. Slim was considerate. We'd all reek of piss by the end of two hours, but we all started out nice and clean. I lapped along his perineum while I watched Tim lowering his cock to dance on Slim's lips. Slim wanted to get more, but Tim kept lifting himself just enough to keep out of range. Slim reached up and felt for Tim's cock. He drew the foreskin back so that what now danced on his lips was the wet cockhead of a randy 14-year-old. Slim's cock reacted. It reacted more when I licked his asshole, and Slim began to moan. No sign of a 'stop', so I put a finger in. Slim had vaselined himself so my finger went right in as far as it could go. Clean - no trace of shit - good. I saw Tim lower himself again, this time allowing his cockhead into Slim's mouth. A second finger went in, and Slim twitched appreciatively. "That's nice," he murmured. I kept a gentle fucking motion going, being careful to avoid his prostate. Tim dropped suddenly, allowing the whole of his cock into Slim's mouth, then just as suddenly withdrew again so that only the tip could be reached by Slim's lips. It must have been incredibly frustrating. Time for a third finger, and the trick I'd learned from Rufus. This time I went to work on Slim's prostate and it was only twenty seconds or so before he said 'stop'. Immediately my fingers were out of him and Tim took his cock out of reach. "Nipples," I said, and we each moved quickly to apply our lips to a nipple. Slim squirmed as we tongued the sensitive areas. "That's new," he said. We left three minutes for him to subside and then swopped places. Once Tim was in place I lifted Slim's legs, peeled back my foreskin, and took placed my cock on Slim's lips. I couldn't see what Tim was up to, but I knew he was busy down there. Slim was soon moaning again. I hadn't told Tim about the three-finger trick, so Slim's prostate wasn't being stimulated in the way it had been earlier, but judging from the stare of his cock and the quantity of precum leaking from it, Slim was warming up again. I decided that such a quantity of juice wasn't going to be allowed to go to waste, so I leant forward over Slim's head, allowing him to get all of my cock into his mouth, and licked up the accumulated sticky stuff from his belly. More moaning. I kept my cock in his mouth for a while - it would be Tim who got him close. So far neither of us had gone anywhere near his cock or balls. Quite suddenly 'stop' again. Tim whipped his fingers out and I lifted my cock from Slim's mouth. I beckoned Tim into the shower again. "We've been over half an hour," I said, "and we want to finish in another 30 minutes. I'm going to need to piss in about 10 minutes. Let's get him close once more, then tell him 'ready in 5'. OK?" Tim agreed. "You got him there very quickly with your fingering. What did you do?" I told him what Rufus had shown me, and said I'd go back and do it again. "You watch and see how quickly he says 'stop'." When we got back Slim was all soft again. We tiptoed back, and when my lips went round his cock he had no idea it was about to happen. "Aaah!" I licked and sucked until it was hard, then went back to ass duty. Rimming for a couple of minutes, two fingers in, a bit of fucking, third finger in, prostate time for a minute then ... 'stop'. "Ready in 5," said Tim. "What about you, Patrick?" said our host. "I'll only be a few minutes behind him," I said. "OK, let's go," said Slim. He got off the bed and knelt on the cloth. "Put you cock in me, Tim," he said, and when it's in, let go with your piss." Tim wasn't hard, so he wanked himself for a few strokes, and when it was hard he knelt behind Slim and slowly pushed his cock into the man's lubricated hole. "Mmm! that's good," said Tim, "it's so hot in there." "Well, hose me down then," said Slim. We all know it's not easy to piss with an erection, but believe me, it's easier to piss with an erection up someone's arse than it is to piss with an erection in the open air. Tim took about half a minute before his bladder would accept the message to let go, but when it did the stream was hot and hard. Tim pushed himself against Slim's body and clasped his arms round him, squeezing as tightly as he could while his piss gushed up inside Slim's guts. Both of them were moaning loudly. I got down beside to watch, and I could see the look of pure ecstasy on Slim's face. Tim looked pretty happy too. Once he'd emptied himself he winked at me. "Your turn, bro. Fill 'er up." When he pulled out a lot of his piss splashed out onto me as I positioned myself to take over. Slim clenched as much as he could, but when he felt my cock pushing to get in he had to relax and another spray of Tim's piss drenched my thighs. I could really learn to love this, I thought. I pushed in and waited to start to empty my bladder. While I was still waiting I asked Slim how he wanted to cum. "I want you to fill me up," he said," then I'll let it all go in the shower while one of you wanks me off in there." I looked at Tim and mouthed, "you do it." Tim was delighted, and mouthed back, "thanks!" I was starting to piss, and once it started it was like Niagara - I couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to. I reached round and Slim was as hard as steel. I finally finished, and I could feel Slim's belly swollen with our piss. I pulled out and Slim clenched as tight as he could. He then moved awkwardly to the shower and got down as he had done on our first meeting. Tim got close. I stood back a bit to give them room and, if I'm honest, to get a better view. This was going to be a hot ten minutes. Slim relaxed and piss began to trickle from his arse. He pushed and the trickle became a torrent. "Now, Tim!" he cried, and Tim went to work on his cock, his hand whipping back and forward as fast as he could. Slim was still pushing second-hand Mulloy piss out of his arse (third-hand, some of it) and his moans became louder. "Yessss," he cried, and as Tim kept on beating his cock Slim raised his hips and a stream of cum flew from his cock. I know that I exaggerate about the volume of spunk sometimes, but this load was truly awesome. It went about a foot into the air and fell back onto Slim's belly. Before the first squirt had landed the second had left Slim's cock. By the time he had sunk back down onto the piss-covered shower floor his cock had pulsed seven ropes onto him. Tim and I exchanged a raised-eyebrow look. "Yes," I said, and each of us scooped up a handful of cum and used it to wank ourselves. We were so turned on, as much by the piss action as by anything else, that we didn't last very long. After less than a minute we had deposited overlapping ribbons of cum onto the mess on Slim's belly. "Thanks, boys," he sighed, and pulled both our heads onto his chest. We now had cum and piss in our hair, but at that moment we couldn't have cared less. The three of us lay there while the piss cooled. After five minutes we got up and Slim left us to clean ourselves up. When we'd done so - it took a good 5 minutes constant soaping in the shower - we found him standing on the cloth waiting for us. "Thank you both. That was the best two hours of the whole trip. I don't suppose I'll see you again. I hope you have good lives - you've certainly made me happy." He gave us each $25. "Now go," he said, with a smile. We quickly kissed him and left. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 13 as the Charlie's date with Cabin 1 approaches. The story is, of course, fiction, but the photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing a few months ago, and the boy I describe as "me" is really cute. I'm sure he had adventures ... 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