Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2019 09:01:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 133 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 133 When Will had had a few minutes to enjoy the afterglow of the multiple servicing he had enjoyed in the sling I undid the straps and helped him out. The seat of the sling was awash with piss, so I sponged it reasonably dry. There was no point in cleaning it - four of us would spend a busy half hour hosing the whole room down with disinfectant after the party had finished (it was a small price to pay, and the four who cleaned up that night wouldn't be in the next cleaning party) - and as soon as it looked ready Slim hopped in. "Do me up, Patrick. Where's Prince?" Prince had returned to the scene of the action and was ready to perform. "Well now, Slim, how do you want it this time?" "I don't care, my boy, just so long as you make it last. Sam kept it up for only five minutes or so, and I expect better from you." Prince ran a finger along Slim's perineum, causing Slim to twitch. "I think that you'll find me satisfactory. I don't have any piss for you though - I fuck much better if the only stuff between my cock and your arse is the natural stuff we both bring to the scene of action," and without warning three black fingers disappeared into Slim. The twitch was a great deal bigger, as was Slim's cock. "Oh yeah, big boy, do what you do best. Bury that monster and make me beg." It was a strange relationship these two had, I thought, but one which they both seemed relaxed about. I doubted if I could serve Colonel Jenks the next morning if I was serving Slim as Prince was now doing only eight hours before. Will was enjoying a shower - a proper one, that is. "Will you be in straight after Prince?" asked Javid. "That's how I like it when I'm on the receiving end," said Will, "so I'll be ready. But from the sound of things there's no urgency." Graham, who had come in to enjoy the spectacle of his boyfriend and Slim, said that he thought Prince could last half an hour if he wanted to. Slim, groaning happily each time Prince's dagger plunged hot into him, muttered that if anyone needed to piss they wouldn't forget him. I nipped next door to round up a party and found Nigel, Tim and Sam relaxing with silly grins. "You missed the fun in here, brother," said Tim. "Nigel and I have been spit-roasting Sam. If you're looking for action you're too late." Action, I told him, was not what I was after. "Prince is giving Slim one of his half-hour marathon fucks and Slim says he needs to be pissed on. I'm here to round up the necessary. Come on." They rose with ill-feigned reluctance and followed me to the shower. It was a squash. Will was still in the shower. "I thought the sound of running water would help you boys with your next task," he said. "Alphabetically," I said. It seemed as good an order as any, and there wasn't enough room for anything too exotic. Do it where he wants." Charlie stepped forward and stood by Slim's belly. He held his cock in his hand and raised an eyebrow. "Chest," said Slim, "spray it about." Charlie obliged. Prince ground on. Graham stepped forward. "My cock and get plenty on your boyfriend's red hot cock too - he needs cooling down a bit." Prince grinned. "Graham's piss is the second-best lube I know," he said. Javid and Nigel came forward together and stood at either side. Slim looked carefully at the two cocks only a foot or so from his eyes. "If you lean forward can you dock with him, Nigel?" This would be fun, I thought. When the dam broke it would go everywhere. Javid and Nigel looked at each other and nodded. The moved as close together as they could over Slim's belly. The each pulled their foreskin back and touched cock heads - both were dripping with something ... from the way a drop fell from Javid's piss slit it was precum - and Javid flicked his foreskin forward, trapping both cock heads. "Go," said Slim, his eyes feasting on the spectacle about to take place over his belly. All the time Prince kept up a rhythm, plunging his 10+ inches all the way in each time. One of them began to piss and Javid's foreskin began to swell. I was fascinated by how much bigger it got when docking than it had done three years earlier when it was first put to the strain of holding a stream of piss. Bigger it was, but not big enough, of course, and without warning the whole thing exploded in a cascade of piss. As well as the cupful or so that had been within Javid's foreskin both cocks were still pissing furiously and in an uncontrolled manner. The two of them quickly brought their unruly steeds under control, and within a couple of seconds they were waving their streams up and down Slim's body. Prince ground on. "Bugger alphabetical," said Tim, "it's twin time," and he took up a position beside Prince. "Get the other side, Patrick," he said, "do what I do." I have always found my brother to be an inventive soul, and his ideas invariably had an air of originality. This occasion was no different. He - and I in imitation - pressed close to the grinding Prince and aimed his cock at Slim's right buttock (I to the left) and allowed a gentle trickle to cascade at exactly the right spot that the flow trickled to Slim's arsehole. This was an engineer's solution to the problem of lubricating an overheating piston, and I marvelled that he had managed to bring his skills from the engine room to our den of iniquity. "Clever," I said, aiming to lubricate the other side of the piston. "Francis taught me that one," he said, "I think he'd be very proud." As we were lubricating very gently we both managed to lubricate for well over a minute. Prince grinned. "I liked that." Only Sam's bladder remained to be drained. "Up this end, Sam," said Slim, "I'm feeling thirsty." Slim's thirst was duly quenched. The seven of us and Will, now no longer in the shower, leaned against the wall to watch the inevitable climax of Prince's performance. "That's around 20 minutes," he said, "you can have another 20 or you can have it in two or three. Your call, Slim." Slim didn't hesitate. "Now, Prince, and when you've finished jizzing pull out and let Will carry on. Will, fast as you like when you're in there." Prince needed no second invitation. He grasped Slim's thighs and went for broke. I'd seen Prince fucking dozens of times before, and having been fucked by him many times myself I knew what Slim must be experiencing. Of all of us Prince was the most animal when he wanted to be, and an animal fucking was what Slim was getting. I did wonder whether this was because Prince wanted to make a difference to the daytime relationship the two of them had, but it didn't seem all that likely. Prince had, after all, been quite clear that he could detach his working for Slim from his servicing him. It was more likely that it would be Slim whose attitude changed. Each time he drove in Prince grunted; each time Prince drove in Slim groaned then ... two quick stabs and Prince finally came deep deep deeper than Sam had been, pouring animal magic against the wet walls of Slim's arse. It was too much for Slim who lost control (or maybe just surrendered it) of his bladder, and did so all over his cheat and belly. Tim and I, still standing sentinel like the Lion and the Unicorn, assisted with spreading this hot piss. Prince, who would much rather have stayed deep inside Slim while he got his breath back, remember his instruction and pulled out, to be replaced by Will, hard and eager. There was no question of foreplay: Slim was on fire (if anyone as soaked both within and without could be said to be on fire) and had made it crystal clear that he needed the fucking to be continuous. He missed out on the kind of fuck Will was good at - the long drawn-out kind where every one of his 10 inches made the maximum impact on the inside of the guy's arse (I remembered the first time he'd fucked me, taking 5 minutes, was nothing like as good as the many times he'd stayed in me for a lot longer) - but he got what he wanted: a second load of spunk well up inside. "That was something special," he sighed when Will slipped out, "there's two things still left. I need to jizz, and one of you can wank me while I lie back and enjoy it, and my ass needs cleaned up. I know that some of you guys are happy to rim a jizzed-in ass, but I understand if piss puts you of. How about you decide?" He closed his eyes and waited to see what would happen. Javid was first off the mark, and his long brown fingers were stroking Slim's urgent cock. "This is mine," he murmured," and so's what comes out of it." Slim smiled. Had Tim and I not been the wrong side of Slim's knees one of us might have got to his arse, but the other pair of twins beat us to it. Nigel and Graham knelt beside each other, and they licked Slim's perineum alternately. Charlie (who was behind them) told me afterwards that he couldn't remember seeing quite as much spunk being sucked from someone's arse as those two had managed to hoover up. Javid took his time, but even he couldn't edge Slim that night, and the deep groan from Slim gave Javid just enough warning to bend his lips to the fountain before it started to fire. Sam undid Slim who had first call on the shower. It was 0020 when he left, shaking hands with Will and agreeing to another joint session "in a week or so when the pressure will have built up nicely". Will showered, then the rest of us after we'd cleaned up the sling. It was after 0100 before we turned in. ***** The two men partied again with us a couple of times before we reached Australia, and Slim had the benefit of a Will Special in the middle of the Indian Ocean. I timed it - 47 minutes. The last night before we docked was pretty special too. Slim told the rest of us - I knew already of course - that the first person he'd fucked on Queen Mary was me back in May 1936. As it seemed unlikely that he would sail in Queen Mary again he wanted me to be the last person he fucked on board. I said I would be honoured. A couple of bottles of champagne had somehow appeared and we were all happy and relaxed. I wanted this fuck to be as like that first one as possible, so I got on my back on one of the beds. "Come on, Slim, that time you stick it in slowly and you kept it up for quarter of an hour. Mind you, I was only 14 then, so perhaps I'm not as sexy now." "14, 20, it's the same gorgeous ass, Patrick, and I guess you've learned a trick or two since then." I should like to be able to say that I blushed demurely, but it would not be true. Slim climbed onto the bed and, as he had done six years earlier in Stateroom 721, rubbed the head of his cock teasingly round my arse lips. Then slowly, slowly, inch by inch, he pushed in. There had been hundreds of cocks up there since that day, a good few of them bigger than Slim's, but I think I could recapture the feeling of his first entry when he was my first client. "This cost you $95 the first time," I said quietly. "Worth every red cent." "This one's free." "I'd better make it last longer then." And he did. A good solid half hour. I came after about 20 minutes and Charlie did the honours. Got to keep it in the family, so when Slim finally came Tim cleaned up at the rear. ***** Slim was right. He never sailed on Queen Mary again. He was killed at Guadalcanal the following year. When we learned about his death some years later, Charlie and I vowed to remember him every February - the anniversary of when he approached me in the Officers' Dining Room, and (as far as anyone knew) the anniversary of his death in 1943, right at the end of the Guadalcanal Campaign. ***** Queen Mary made several more long-distance voyages between the USA and ports in Australia over the rest of 1942 and early 1943, until, as I told you, we resumed crossing the North Atlantic in preparation for the invasion of Europe. We had a lot of fun on all these voyages, but never with any of the passengers. Will, Francis and Ryan joined us on a regular basis however, and there was rarely a week without a party of some kind. Work was hard, and so was play. The relationships between the various couples deepened as time passed, strengthened perhaps by the shared, but unspoken, risk of sudden death. ***** The next really memorable voyage was an eastbound Atlantic crossing in July 1943. The build-up of US and Canadian troops was at its height, and on that voyage Queen Mary carried more people than she had ever done before or since. On 25 July 1943 we sailed with 16,683 on board (including 943 crew). Not only was that a record for the greatest number of people Queen Mary ever carried, but it remains the greatest number of people every carried on any ship. We were fine, being isolated as always from the troops (unless we sought otherwise), but the conditions for them were appalling. 12 men slept in the same volume of space that one passenger had occupied before the War. It was probably a good thing that we weren't carrying 16,684 people, because if we had been this story might never have been told. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 134 as that famous voyage gets under way. I gave an inaccurate URL earlier. It should be https://warfarehistorynetwork.com/wwii/voyages-to-victory-rms-queen-marys-war-service/ That pesky "s". 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 ... I will be reacquainting myself with these pictures in Queen Mary 2 when I make another pair of Atlantic crossings in April. There will be a three-week pause in the wartime adventures of our eight friends - or perhaps their post-war escapades: who knows how quickly the story will develop. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================