Date: Tue, 7 May 2019 15:19:05 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys 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 147 Charlie didn't get to fuck Colin that night, or indeed the following morning. As there were still well over four weeks to go neither of them was bothered. "If you're as good with each inch that Patrick is with his, then I'm going to explode," said Colin hopefully. As I was engaged in the tricky de-spunking process it seemed inappropriate to cuff him for his rudery. There was no way I was ever going to cum in a boy's hair again, I said to Charlie. "Yes, dear, until the next time." "Well next time we get it out still wet then." Colin said that that might be fun when the time came. At 1000 prompt he came back in, followed by his five accomplices. The nine of us were already there. We occupied the beds and the two sofas - everybody seemed happy with having to squeeze up next to a boy. "We've now had two nights with different boys," I said, "which of you six is in charge?" Felix said that Mr Corrigan had given all six of them detailed backgrounds about each of us, but that he had been asked to stay behind for special instructions. Tim sniggered. "Did the 'special instructions' involve him sucking you off?" Felix's blush made a reply unnecessary. "Some things don't change," said Sam, "but apart from that, what did he tell you?" "I was to draw up a rota for the first nine nights, with each of you getting a different boy - sometimes two boys - so that by then each of you had spent the night with each of us and us with you. Then, if no-one else suggested it, I was to talk to you, Patrick, and sort out what more settled arrangements you all might prefer for the rest of the voyage. Mr Corrigan thought it likely that the different boys you were asked to sample would be attractive to different members of your group, but he made it clear that we were here to serve your needs, not the other way round." "Are you servicing the three men as well?" asked Nigel. "No, they're being looked after by others - they're nothing to do with us. But Graham and Prince don't want to have boys to entertain them, so that means there's only seven of you we have to ... fit in. I think we can make more permanent arrangements in another four days, don't you?" As the question seemed to be addressed generally there were murmurs of assent. And off they all went to do whatever they were supposed to do before the night's activities began. Rest, probably. Prince surprised us by asking what would happen if he and Graham decided that company might be welcome after all. "Not now, but maybe later." Nigel laughed. "I wondered how long it would take. They're pretty special, these six - almost as special as we were back in the day. I can't see any difficulty, can you, Patrick?" I agreed. Flexibility would be the name of the game. My guess was that Prince and Dustin would make a spectacular pair, and maybe that was why Prince had raised the idea. Time would tell. ***** After our introduction to the varieties of sexual expression evident in James's first two lovelies it was good to return to something approaching normality when we were visited by Dustin, 19. Dustin's attribute was size - 11 inches of it - and, as was so often the case with boys or men thus blessed, all he wanted to do was fuck with it. Not a problem from our point of view, particularly as we both needed a night when our own bodies would not be called upon to be very adventurous. Lie back and think of England, or - for Charlie - Scotland. Were all black boys like this, I wondered, remembering how much of a top Prince had been before his arse, as it were, had been unlocked. In a Pan-Am Clipper somewhere over the Atlantic, if I remembered correctly. Once unlocked it remained unreservedly welcoming. Would Dustin have a Pan-Am. moment? While Charlie and I enjoy being fucked, especially by 11 inches on a guy highly skilled in their manipulation, the performance leaves us with no part to play. Perhaps when the six of them got together Felix or Colin would relate how well we had done our part; perhaps not. Tops are tops, after all. At all events the fucks we received from Dustin were deeply satisfying. He was a good lover, expecting nothing from us apart from appreciative noises. I didn't come while he was fucking me, and I'm pretty sure Charlie didn't either (although he thinks it important to give noisy indications of delight in such circumstances). Between bouts Dustin had rested his equipment, but had no real interest in me or my needs, whatever they might have been. It was good to see that he was ready for Act II after only half an hour. With luck, therefore, I would be able to give Charlie (and he me) the release we both needed. And Dustin would see two middle-aged men 69ing with gusto. You mustn't think that Dustin was given poor marks: James was providing a range of skills for his boys. As a top Dustin scored high marks for size, high marks for skill, but not a lot else. If that's all you needed then Dustin was right for you. Strangely, the one thing on the receiving end, if I may put it that way, that really got him going was having his balls sucked - not his cock, but his balls. Heavy in their black suede pouch his balls hung low and experienced hands - mouths - like ours weren't going to leave low-hanging fruit unsampled. So successful were we in this enterprise (after he'd fucked Charlie and was shagged out) that two - no, three - things happened. It had been half an hour since he'd unloaded number two up into Charlie, and Charlie and I had spent a happy 20 minutes bringing each other off in our 69. When we were recovering Charlie leaned over and, without warning, nuzzled Dustin's balls. Dustin, like anyone else, opened his legs and Charlie took a mouthful. "Aaah, fuck, Charlie," moaned Dustin. This was interpreted as `don't for God's sake stop' so Charlie went on doing what he's really good at, changing to the other one after a few minutes. Astonishingly Dustin's erection became evident again and I watched with interest. Would he come? A third time (he had certainly come up me, copiously, and I assumed Charlie had been similarly blessed)? Charlie worked on and Dustin started twitching. This would be good, I thought. I am blessed by having the most patient lover anyone has ever had. Charlie spent a few minutes on each of Dustin's balls, and some Highland second sense stopped his lips from straying anywhere near Dustin's cock (for Dustin was a top after all, wasn't he?), and after about 20 minutes Dustin arched his sweaty coal-black body and, with an animal cry as unexpected as its cause, shot four massive ropes of opal spunk high onto his chest. "How ... the fuck ... did you do that, Charlie?" he panted. Charlie smiled and said nothing. I got to Dustin's chest first, but because I love Charlie I shared the product of his labours. Dustin's chest was ebony again quite quickly. "No-one's ever done that before," he said when the power of coherent speech had returned to him. "Then you should see that as an example of all the treats you haven't tasted yet," I said, somewhat piously. I like Dustin, and what he did with his cock was excellent, but like so many mightily-endowed tops he was, if you'll forgive the expression, rather up his own arse. "Colin says you showed the others about prostate technique," I said, "where did you learn? Tops don't let guys up their arse to find out about such things." Dustin grinned. "I wasn't always a top, Patrick. When you're 10 and your big brother's 13 you have to be a bottom if he makes you. But don't get me wrong - I loved it. Well, it hurt a bit at first, but Rusty was always gentle. Hard but gentle, if you know what I mean." We smiled. "And Rusty poked around and found your prostate?" "Yeah, but not until we were much older - 15 and 18, I guess. By then I was nearly as big as him - down there as well as height - so he couldn't force me any more. One day he said he'd found something which would drive me up the wall. 'Oh yeah,' I said, because he was always coming up with some new damn excuse to fuck me. 'Yeah. Trust me. Tell you what, let me show you this and if you do I'll never make you give in again.' Well, that seemed like a good bargain, but he was clearly antsy about showing me this new thing, so I reckoned I could get him to go a bit further than just stopping fucking me. 'OK,' I said, 'you can show me this thing and fuck me, if that's what it takes. But tomorrow I get to fuck you. Just once. Mind you, if you like being fucked by your sexy little brother I might offer to do it again,' He laughed. 'OK,' says he, now get your clothes off.' I got on the bed on my back as usual and he lifted my legs - you know how it works." We nodded, keen for the story to develop. "He stuck a couple of fingers in - before he'd only used one, so I felt stretched, but in a good way." We nodded. "Then bugger me if a third went in and then the fireworks started." "Fireworks up your arse, I take it," I said. "You bet. He told me afterwards what he'd done and what that thing up my arse was. To think that 15 years had passed and I'd wasted all that time. Anyway he rubbed about and I had the biggest cum of my life. 'Wow,' I said, 'will it always do that?' Rusty smiled. 'Yep, kid, that it will.' I think if I'd died then life would have ended on a high. "And did you fuck him the next day?" asked Charlie. "Yep." "And did he come back for more?" "Yep. Now it's that way round. He seems to value the thing I've got down there being up his arse. I'm not complaining." Before we went to sleep I had a go at seeing whether my lips and tongue on the part of Dustin's cock which I could accommodate would be welcome. They were, as they were when I copied Charlie and took his balls into my mouth. "Oh Christ, I'm gonna have to get all the others to do this," he cried as he prepared to cum again, which Charlie was alert enough to prevent from being wasted by being spilled on the bed. We shared it. When we awoke at 7 the next morning Dustin's interest in further amatory matters was at a low ebb. ***** The following night saw Eddie visiting us. Eddie had been suggested by Colin as a possible fister, so we both had a good look at his hands. They, like Eddie himself, were small. "How old are you, Eddie?" I asked. "I'm 17, Patrick, but I'll be 18 before we reach Long Beach. A birthday party might be fun," and his eyes twinkled attractively. For 17 he was small - 5'3", under 9 stone, but not ultra-skinny, dark brown hair (cut very short: good!) with matching dark brown eyes. Soon we would discover other details. I mentioned the fisting conversation we'd had with Colin. "Yes, he said you might bring that up. My hands are a bit smaller than his, but even so neither of us could get our hand into any of the others' arses. Will you show me? I'm probably not doing it right." To Eddie's surprise Charlie gave him an enormous kiss. "You've just made an old man happy," he said. In reply to Eddie's raised eyebrow he added, "no, not me - that one. He loves showing off." I also loved getting down to business, so I simply took off my robe. "Come on, you two, it's time to play." Eddie's cock didn't match his general stature - he had a nice 7 inches, uncut, semi-stiff, hanging over very full balls. All hairless, naturally. His nipples matched his eyes, for the areolas were brown and the nipples themselves erect. Charlie looked hungrily at those things upon which he would soon be feasting. Eddie slowly turned round, put his feet apart and bent to touch his toes. His arse lips, like his nipples, matched the dark brown of his hair and eyes, although they were as clean as you could wish for (well, anyone apart from Tim, perhaps), and I looked hungrily at that thing upon which I would soon be feasting. This boy was something special, and after the one-trick pony the night before (mightily endowed as he had been) Eddie looked much more promising. Charlie and I rarely pounce on a boy, but Eddie was so perfectly enticing that he was borne to the bed before he knew it. "Hey, guys, I like what's happening," he said. He was on his back, his legs over my shoulders, while I lapped his arsehole. Charlie was lying on his belly at right angles to Eddie, nuzzling, licking, biting at one nipple, then the other. Eddie was loving it. "God, you guys are good." "And we haven't even begun with the really important bits," said Charlie in the few seconds it took him to migrate from one erect nipple to the other. As I had no migrating to do, apart from the back-and-forth nuzzling so necessary down in those parts, I said nothing. "Felix and Colin told me about what you're doing, Patrick, but I didn't believe it could be this good." I smiled, rather agreeing with him. You'd think that one boy's arse would be much like another, but in the same way that one whisky is much like another, real connoisseurs can spot, enjoy, marvel at even, the subtlest of differences. The three arses I'd tasted since we sailed were all up there with the finest 10-year-old malts. I can't keep a straight face when so-called experts bang on about the tastes left on the palate of various wines or spirits. "A hint of blackberry, a lingering smoky aroma of ... I'm not sure ... could it be mulberry?" All I get is a strong sense of bullshit. But a boy's arse - now that's quite different. Sweat, freshly produced by the natural excitement of my mouth being down there, whatever soap the boy has used (which happily disappears fragrance-wise pretty quickly), perhaps the tiniest hint of a shower only 97% perfect in washing away all the naturally-occurring scents which collect down there, the beginning of the emergence of arse-juices as a finger or a tongue stimulate the necessary lubrication ... the list goes on. I wondered in passing whether any of these new playmates were interested in the more routine functions down there, and made a mental note to find out. Nothing had been even hinted at so far. But the night was young, and so was Eddie. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 148 as the night with Eddie develops, and our explorations of sex with our new companions, continue. The story is, of course, fiction, but the photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I first saw them while making a transatlantic crossing in 2017, and had the pleasure of seeing them again in April 2019, smiling at the knowledge of all the things that had befallen the boys since I first saw them, and thought again how cute "I" was. I'm sure he had adventures in real life ... Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. =============================================================================