Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2019 17:16:52 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 121 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 121 "Ready, Felix?" I murmured. I heard an earnest 'yeah', accompanied by a small, but distinctly attractive wiggle of his arse - or rather, his ass. If I was to be the one first penetrating it, the least I could do would be to call it by its proper name. I went carefully, getting only my cock head in at first. As that was the widest part I paused in case Felix was hurting. But the only sound he made was a deep 'aaah!', which was clearly pleasure rather than pain. "OK?" I murmured. "Oh yes, it's OK all right. You can put more in." But instead of putting more in I decided to take what was in out. If he was as keen as he sounded his ass would remain invitingly open, if only for a few seconds. Out I came ... and open it stayed. "All of it?" I said quietly. "Yes, but stop if I say." It seemed pretty likely that he was going to be able to take the lot, so I decided to give him a little extra before I did so. I bent down and ran my tongue from his smooth balls right up his crack and back down again to his hole, where it lingered and lapped hungrily. "Fucking hell!" he cried, "that's so hot ... ah! ... fuck, I've jizzed!" And so he had, splendidly and copiously. I went on rimming him while his cock continued to pulse. I reached round as soon as he said he was coming and felt each spurt course through his cock. I was resigned to letting 20 minutes pass before finally fucking him, but he was having none of that. He was still twitching when he said, "for God's sake fuck me, Patrick, I'm so hot I need you to do it now ... please." So in I went, slowly but without pausing, until I was all the way in and my belly was tight against his gorgeous ass. When I still had an inch or so outside I felt him tense slightly, but he never made a sound until he felt the heat of my belly. "Are you right in?" "All the way. Is it OK?" "No, Patrick, it's not OK. It's the most wonderful hot stretchy fucking feeling I've ever had. Can you stay there for ever?" I said that much as I might wish to do that I had other duties to attend to, not least fucking him again tomorrow. "OK," he said, "but on one condition." "And that is?" "That you do it again the next day as well." I thought it right at this point to stop talking and start fucking, so I withdrew all but the last inch - slowly, slowly - and went back in again a bit faster. "Mmm, that's nice." I felt round the front. His cock was soft but sticky. I spread the stickiness, augmented by what I could scoop up from the mat, where it would be of most use. His cock wasn't quite as soft as it had been - good. The recuperative powers of 13-year-olds were as good as they had been when Tim and I had put them under such pressure in Liverpool for Father Corrigan. It's widely believed that only females can do more than one thing at a time - do them properly, that is. At that moment I was fucking Felix sufficiently competently to give both of us a great deal of pleasure (I call as witness the noises he was making); I was bringing him to a tolerably good erection a mere two minutes after he had come, and that for the second time in 15 minutes; and I was, for no reason at all, thinking of Sir - wondering what he was doing, and knowing that he would be amused that the passenger whose voyage I was enhancing was six years younger than I, rather than the more usual six (or much more) years older. Felix was unaware of the third of these multi-tasking endeavours: the first two were boiling his brain - his whole body, indeed, moving urgently as I thrust into him. My fucking was no longer slow: I was accelerating as I knew I needed to fill him, and fill him soon. My right hand was holding what was a full erection; my left hand was on his left shoulder, pulling him back onto me. His head was thrown back; his back was arched; we were in the final hectic dash to our destination. I got him there first, feeling hot spunk in my fist as I pumped it from him. His wordless howl wand the automatic tightening in his ass finished me off, and I held him tight, my spunky hand now clasping my other hand round his body as my cock drenched his insides, drenched, drenched - six good hard jets. "Jeeeez," he moaned, exhausted. I hadn't planned what happened next: it just seemed the only thing to do. I took my cock out, turned him on his back in the spunky mess of two of his ejaculations less that ten minutes apart, took him in my arms and kissed him long and deeply. His arms were round my neck. "Oh Patrick, oh ... oh ..." and his body started to be wracked as he sobbed. He knew, and I knew, that these were sobs of pure happiness, sobs of recognition that a threshold had been crossed, that he was where he belonged, sobs of relief. I took my lips from his and before he could say anything I put my finger across them. "I know what you're going to say," I said, "but don't. Save it for someone special, not just the nice guy who gives you your first fuck." He looked at me, astonished. "How did -" But I stopped him with my finger again. "Because I've been there, Felix. We all have. It's what you want to say, and maybe for ten seconds it's true. But one day, if you're lucky, you'll find that the person you're saying to feels the same way about you. It might be next year, it might be when you're grown up; it might be a boy, it might be a girl. When it happens you'll remember the last 15 minutes and know that they were special - your first fuck - but nothing like as special as the time when you first say 'I love you' when you really mean it." I kissed him again and I felt him relax. No more sobbing. Felix had started to grow up. "In that case, Patrick, I really like you - a lot," he said, grinning happily. "Me too, Felix," I said, "but it's Charlie I love. I hope you find your Charlie one day." I hadn't been paying any attention to what was happening on the other mat. When Felix and I finally disentangled ourselves I saw Javid and Tom weren't there. "What happened?" I asked Larry, "where's Sam?" "What happened is that you and Felix were on another planet. While you were away Javid fucked Tom, who made a lot of noise and people in America must have looked up to hear what was going on 200 miles out to sea. Javid made a good job of it, but he hasn't your staying power, nor did he have a philosophical conversation afterwards. I liked that, by the way, and so did Sam. I expect Tim'll pull your leg about it, because Sam said he had every intention of sharing your wisdom. He's helping them shower, by the way." I smiled. Sam and Tim felt the same way about the L-word as Charlie and I did. It was never difficult to distinguish between the real thing and the I've-just-been-fucked-and-it-was-great-and-'I-love-you' usages. It was nice that Felix felt it though, albeit briefly. The intense fire up his arse - sorry, ass - and the intense fire in his heart, neither lasting more than half a minute, were just that: intense, and wonderful, and life-changing. I smiled, knowing that in that very place Charlie and I had had the same thunderbolt. Must be the chlorine. Meanwhile Felix, listening to all this, was still lying on his back in a pool of his jizz. "You said you would tell me about that thing up my ass. What was it?" I explained, using - as all good teachers do - a practical demonstration. I put two fingers up his arse - still wet with my spunk - and felt around. I rubbed his prostate very gently: after three orgasms in under 40 minutes it was probably pretty sensitive. He twitched, "yeah, that's it." I explained what it was and what it did. "Tom will thrash about if you do it to him," I said, "and you know how much he'll enjoy that. If you do it really sexily he'll maybe jizz without touching his cock." "Wow! Will you teach me?" Larry snorted. "That's what he's been building up to, Felix, he wants your fingers up his arse." I feigned a deep sigh, but neither of them was fooled. "Come on then." I knelt and Felix wriggled round. Larry offered him the grease and I felt a finger poking around. "I'm not made of glass, Felix, you can be a bit bolder. Get a finger in as far as it will go and feel around for a lump. It's not shit - it's your target, my prostate." I felt him feel around and soon he hit home. "Yes, now put another finger in and try to get them either side of it." In it went, and he made a pretty good job of it. "Now if you practise on Tom you'll be a star in no time. There's only one condition - well, there's two really." "And they are?" demanded Felix, still scrabbling happily. "One: you must let Tom practise on you; two: you mustn't boast to anyone else about the fascinatingly exciting new thing you've discovered. The girls don't have prostates, so don't boast." Felix solemnly assured me that my conditions would both be met in full, and that furthermore he felt confident that Tom would be equally compliant. Tom, returning with Javid and Sam at that point, demanded to know what undertaking had just been given on his behalf. Felix explained. Javid grinned, "Tom, you'll enjoy that, I promise." Felix asked what the three of them had been up to in the shower. Tom said that after Javid had fucked him - "it was brilliant, Fe, it's miles better than you'd imagine" (Felix nodded) - the two of them had gone for a shower and Sam had joined them. "I wanted to be fucked again and Sam said his was a lot bigger that Javid's and I said I still wanted to be fucked again and would Sam mind and Sam laughed and said he thought he might just fit it in and he did and it hurt a bit but I kept quiet and he fucked me and ... oh ... I don't know. I don't think it's possible to be happier without exploding." "So you've been fucked twice?" said Felix. "Imphm. I recommend it," said a somewhat more grown-up Tom quietly. Felix wasn't going to be beaten. "Larry," he said. "Are you sure about this, Felix?" said Larry. "You've come three times in short order. If I fuck you you'll look like death when you go back to real life." "Fuck that," said Felix fiercely, "if you're up for it so am I. Come on, Larry, I need you, I need a man." Javid, Sam and I grinned. We knew Felix wanted to be one up on Tom, and with two fucks each superiority would have to be decided by the number of orgasms - a race where he already led. But could a 13-year-old stand being fucked after so much activity already? Larry was doubtful, but against Felix's vigorous demand he had to give in. "OK, but on two conditions." "Oh hell, more goddam conditions. What?" "One is that both of you swim hard for 10 minutes so that you both look whacked, but have a reason for looking like that. Two, that you spend two minutes in the gym so that you can describe all the equipment in there to your fathers. That way they will be more likely to believe that you're exhausted and excited, and also they might be happier for you to come up again on your own. Agreed? Both of you?" Two boys nodded, one, it has to be said, more urgently than the other. "Come on then, Felix, let me get my hands on you." To Felix's surprise Larry laid down on his back and told Felix to lie on top of him in 69 position. "I thought you were going to fuck me." "I am, but haven't you heard of preparation. You 13-year-olds, all you want to do is come as fast as you can. If Patrick and his friends do a good job then by the time you get wherever you're going you'll have learnt that the longer a thing lasts the more fun it is. Now get your lips on my cock." Felix tentatively did as he was told. "Not bad, but you need lessons. Patrick, see to it, will you?" "Aye aye, Sir," I said dutifully. Felix then shuddered as Larry's tongue traced a somewhat spunky path along Felix's crack. "God, I love that," he murmured, "Tom, we'll need to do this." It was Tom's turn to say `aye aye, Sir'. Larry discovered that Felix needed no application of grease, so (with a slight regret) he rubbed some on his cock and told Felix to get up and impale himself on the fine erection now before him. "You mean sit on it?" "Exactly that. Lower yourself on. That way you're completely in charge. I go in as far and as fast as you want, Felix." Felix, knowing he was now centre stage, made the most of it. He teased himself nicely with Larry's cock just touching his arse lips, then holding his cheeks apart dropped a couple of inches. "Ooh! Your cock's fatter than Patrick's." it was true, but the extra width was soon felt to be a plus, and Felix dropped another few inches. It took about a minute before Larry was all the way in - all 8 inches. Larry smiled. "Like that, Felix? Shall I fuck you now?" Felix, eyes tight shut, every nerve jangling, merely nodded vigorously. "Lean forward then, put your hands on my shoulders and let me do the work," and no sooner was Felix in position holding on than Larry fucked him hard and fast. If Felix was hot for having a man's cock up inside him he wasn't going to leave the boy uninitiated. Larry being Larry it didn't last long, and the effect of having a sweaty 13-year-old looking at him while his cock was pistoning the boy's arse brought Larry to overflowing in only a couple of minutes. "Here is it," panted Larry, pulling Felix down onto him as his cock spurted spunk deep inside the boy. Felix didn't come - three was enough - but his moan of deep delight as he felt, for only the second time in his life, the hot surge of a cock pouring its contents up inside him was evidence that we had a natural gay boy in our midst. Felix had already shown himself to be a keen kisser, and the after-fuck exchange he had with Larry was as intense as the kisses he had shared with me. My God! I thought, we have three weeks of this. Sam watched solemnly, and turned to me. "He's insatiable," he muttered. I agreed. "I think we'll have no difficulty keeping up though, given that there are eight of us. The risk is that his parents sense there's a change in him - not just being shagged out, but the sort of change in his manner. After all, he crossed a big gap today and he isn't a horny boy any more. He knows what he wants, he knows where he can get it, and that means he's a lot more confident. Mothers notice that kind of thing." Larry heard all that. "That's why the gym equipment is vital. He tells them the two of them have had great fun on the various exercises. Fathers will be pleased that their sons have found new grown-up - manly - things to do. They'll think that that's what has made the boys walk that bit taller." All this time Felix was lying contentedly on Larry's chest. And throughout the whole performance Tom and Javid had been lying very close, the boy revelling in the contact of Javid's body next to him, revelling in being allowed to stroke an older boy's - a man's nearly (in his mind) - cock, revelling in replaying an afternoon in which he'd been fucked - fucked! - twice! I broke the spell. "Come on, you two, it's time for that 10-minute swim." Felix climbed off Larry but before he could move Larry and I picked him up, carried him to the pool and threw him in. "You bastards!" he cried, but when Tom was thrown in ten seconds later by Sam and Javid to a further comment about their parents, the two of them raced round the pool like boys demented, bastardy being forgotten by all. I gave them ten minutes and they emerged, spunk-free and glowing innocently, just as Larry had planned. With towels wrapped round them Larry showed them the gym, pointing out all the bits of kit about which they were to bore their parents at dinner. When they were dressed each of them kissed each of us. They asked when could they do this again. I thought it would be a good idea to have a day without swimming, so I suggested they come down to the cabin the following afternoon. "1400?" said Tom. "1400," I said =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 122 as we have continue our adventures with Tom and Felix. The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing in 2017, and the boy I describe as "me" is really cute. I'm sure he had adventures ... Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================