Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2018 08:51:41 +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 104 Both our cocks were hard. We each knew that there would be multiple orgasms, and the urgency if the first would allow the second and, if we were energetic enough, the third, to be more erotically achieved. "69 time," I said and he turned round. We each enjoyed licking the other's cock, drawing back the foreskin and taking in the sight and taste of wet cock-head. Prince took my cock in his mouth and started to suck hard. I tongued his: I reckoned that tongue action got a boy - or a man - to come quicker than just sucking. Each of us was kneading the other's arse and fingers were active as well. I felt him tense - he was close. I put a finger up his arse and rubbed his prostate. On cue he thrust deeper into my mouth and flooded it with cum number one. "Oh, fuck," he sighed. !If that's what the next few nights are going to be like it was almost worth being beaten." Hardly, I thought, but I would do my best to make his stay in Pennsylvania memorable. But first I needed to come. "Don't give up," I murmured, "I'm not far off." He returned to action and soon had a mouthful of Mulloy's finest. We rolled onto our backs to contemplate how wonderful the world looked just then. It was only around 2130. We would spend a few nights together. Queen Mary wouldn't be back for two weeks - two teenagers could cram an awful lot of sex into that time, and the two teenagers in question weren't going to waste any time wondering about it: we both knew exactly what was what. After three or four minutes during which little post-cum trails of spunk leaked from our soft cocks and made spider's-web-like lines down to our thighs I broached the subject of our plans for our time there. It turned out that Prince had been thinking along similar lines. He said that he wanted the two of us to try every possible way that two boys could have sex. That was fine by me, I said. "I take it you mean we each fuck the other and suck him off." "Yes, but there's lots of ways of fucking - lots of positions, I mean," he said, "I want to experiment. I want to be able to go back to Graham and amaze him with all the sexy new things an old pro like you has taught me." He grinned. I was flattered. "I'll do my best, Prince. You have about three inches advantage on me though, and I guess Graham loves every one of them." He smiled. "Yeah." Then after a pause, "I've never told you how grateful I am that you picked us for this job. If you hadn't we'd never have come across each other." He wasn't the first to have said something similar, and it frightened me to think that so much happiness had come about hanging, as it were, from so slender a thread. As well as fucking we talked a lot that night. It had been a year since he and Graham had become boyfriends. I didn't ask about what sort of things they did in bed - after all, I was witness to quite a lot of it, one way or another - but I was interested in the just-the-two-of-us aspect of their relationship. I remembered Tim telling me that he and Sam knew everything that the other had done since the year dot. Charlie and I knew a bit about each other, but nothing like as much as those two. In contrast he and I knew far more about what had gone on in our heads before we met. I told Prince all this. What had he and Graham found out about each other? "You have to remember that Graham's a twin, Patrick, and all the things that happened before Queen Mary happened to Nigel as well. You and Tim must have had the same. Did you feel guilty about Tim when you found you loved Charlie?" I remembered only too clearly. "Yes. But Tim was great - he said he could see how happy I was, and that made him happy." "Of course: that's what Graham and Nigel felt. I guess that Javid and Nigel are as different from Graham and me as you and Tim are with your boyfriends. What do we talk about in bed? Everything and nothing. We know what happened when we were boys - what we liked, what we hated - and we know what each of us thinks are the really important things. I don't mean each other, but, well, I think it's important to do what you can to help other people. I'm sad that my family had to flee Nigeria - I think the right thing for rulers like my grandfather is to make sure their people are happy and prosperous. I can't do that when I'm a man, but there are things I can do. Graham understands that, but he has no experience of having lost that ambition. He wants to be a teacher. We laugh about that, because he left school at 15 and you can't be a teacher if you don't know the stuff a teacher has to teach. Am I making sense?" I told him he was making complete sense, and I was loving hearing him talk to passionately. We were still lying on our backs looking at the ceiling, but our hands had strayed onto the other one's cock some time earlier, and both of us were hard again. Is it experiment time, Prince?" He turned to look at me. "Yes please, teacher." "Do you remember the very first thing we did together a year ago?" he said. "I sucked you off and then I fucked you. How many people on Queen Mary have fucked you?" "Seven," he said immediately, "all five of the other bell boys, Ryan and you." "None of the others? Why not? Is it that you don't want to, or they're scared to ask?" To my amazement Prince admitted that he hadn't plucked up the courage to tell the others, Sam in particular, that he really wanted to be fucked by them. "Before bloody Edward all six of us new boys had fucked each other, either at the recruitment place or on the first two nights on the ship. We all agreed it was important that there weren't any barriers - we had no idea what life would be like on board: whether the rest of them would be as good to us as they have been - so we made sure we were a tight-knit little bunch. It wasn't my idea - I was a bit reluctant, as you'll probably remember." I nodded; we both smiled - how long ago it seemed. "You and Tim had told us all about the others, but to a group of 15-year-olds these men of 18 seemed out of reach. George and Vincent, sharing with the As, soon put us right that sex between 15s and 18s was on the cards, but I never found the courage to suggest it." "Then the first thing I need to teach you is very simple. Well, it's two things really. The first is to let yourself believe that you are actually a very very sexy and attractive boy. I know you know this inside yourself, but you have to let yourself act as though it's OK to let the others see it too. And the second thing is to be able to go up to someone and simply say you want him to fuck you. I promise they'll be only too happy." "Why hasn't anyone come and said that to me?" "Oh, Prince, come on. We all know about what happened when you were 12, and what that bastard Edward did. How on earth do you think they can even begin to suggest they might want to fuck you?" "Are you saying that they've been too scared to ask me and I've been too scared to ask them?" "Yes, Prince, and it's a fucking shame." "I want you to promise me something," I said. "OK, I trust you. What is it?" "I want you to agree to all 12 of us talking about this when we're back on the ship, and I want you to promise that you'll fuck all 11 of us and let all 11 of us fuck you." Prince grinned. "OK, Bell Captain, you know best." "Good, now get on your back. It's time for your reward." I was determined to give Prince a fuck as unlike the one I'd given him at the recruiting session as possible. That, if you remember, was quick and uncomplicated, and its purpose was to get his arse all hot for Ryan to see whether he could take a man. How ironic, I thought, that the next man to fuck him would be such a rat. No, this fuck would be as slow, as erotic, and as tender as I could make it - at least until the last few frenzied seconds. I made him raise his legs and I started to rim him. My tongue ran quickly along his arse crack from back to front, flickering over his balls before repeating the whole thing again. Each time I spent longer with my tongue on his arse lips, each time longer on his balls. "Hands off your cock," I said, "that's my job." He sighed, but it was a happy sigh. I spent a good ten minutes just licking his arse crack before using a finger. To my amazement he wasn't greased. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I didn't think you'd want to fuck me." I got off the bed and got my grease. "I can't think why," I said, "you're a very attractive boy, Prince. We all want to get it on with you. Don't you realise how sexy you are?" I was startled at his lack of confidence - had his experience a year ago so changed him? I started to use two fingers to get his arse nice and greasy. While I had fingers up him I asked "How many of us have you had sex with since you came back?" "Just Graham and Tim," he whispered. "What about Graham - does he have sex with the others?" "God, yes, he's played with all of you." "So it's not that each of you is only having sex with the other?" Prince shook his head. "No. We love each other, and like you and Charlie we haven't taken vows or anything daft." So it was just a complete lack of confidence. And a year ago he'd been bouncy and randy. How could I have failed to notice? He'd joined in at the midsummer orgy the year before, and there had been no sign of unwillingness with any of the clients. I was going to have my work cut out. Fingers were a good start, and he was wriggling nicely. I moved up the bed, keeping my fingers where they were. I kissed his lips and suddenly he lit up as though I'd pressed a switch. His mouth sought mine and his tongue was urgent. His hands enfolded my head and he was moaning - no, he was sobbing, great convulsive sobs. I moved my face back to look at him. Tears were running down his cheeks. "Oh, Patrick," he sobbed, "thank you, thank you. I've been so stupid." I wasn't sure what he thought he'd done, so I merely said soothing words of comfort. I think he felt that he'd let us all down - let himself down, perhaps - by running off with Edward, but that had been a year ago. But then he said he'd been only having sex with the others in his cabin - and not even with Sam - since then. Was that what this was about? Had he not forgiven himself? I said quietly, "Prince - Sir, Tim, I, Graham, all if us forgave you when you came back. You were punished by what Edward made you endure. Stop punishing yourself. We all love you. Graham most of all, but the rest of us love you too. I mean it. I want the lusty proud Prince back on Queen Mary. Will you find him for me?" He nodded. "Now?" He nodded. "Good," I said, "because what I want right now is to fuck that proud lusty gorgeous hunk right into the middle of next week. On your back." Half an hour later we were both drenched in sweat. He had come onto his belly and I had come deep (well, as deep as I could) inside him. When my cock slipped out I licked his belly clean. "Share," he said. That hadn't happened before. Our cum-sharing kiss was prolonged and tender. He held me in his arms. "That's what you've been missing, you daft bugger," I said. "Not any longer." Before we went to sleep he fucked me on my back, as I had fucked him. Three orgasms in three hours. Each. "I know a lot of people who want to have the feelings you've just given me," I murmured contentedly, "make sure you make up for lost time." But he was already asleep. I stayed in the background the next day. "You won't be wanted," the FBI told me. Prince and Sir were driven off. I decided I wasn't going to stay in the hotel bedroom as they probably wouldn't be back for several hours. I dressed in my ordinary clothes and at the front desk I picked up a map. Apparently Philadelphia billed itself as "the City of Brotherly Love." We'll see, I thought to myself. Although I had considerable experience in my trade the customers had always come to me; if I was going to find someone to play with I would have to do the finding. I wasn't certain in my mind what I was looking for: a boy a year or two younger than I was, or someone older. I decided to let things happen - if the gods wanted to blow someone my way then I'd accept what arrived. The map showed that I was only about a mile from the centre of town, so I decided to be a tourist. I went to Independence Hall to see the Liberty Bell, which seemed to be the most important thing there was, according to the map. I was one of about 50 people gazing at a bloody great bell with a crack in it. I think I was the only one who wasn't all that impressed. When Charlie and I visited it nearly 30 years later I was wiser. That day, however, in July 1939 the most interesting thing I saw in Independence Hall was one of the smart young men in naval uniform who was on duty guarding the bell. I thought it wasn't in any great danger of being stolen, given that it was broad daylight and the notice said it weighed over 2000 pounds. I shared these thoughts with the naval type who looked curiously at me. "You're a limey, and you want to get your hands on our bell." Luckily he had a twinkle in his eye, so I felt emboldened to say more. This was largely because he was about 23, slim, blond and wearing very tight, and very revealing, trousers. The gods were blowing an older man in my direction. "No, not the bell ... but I do have an interest in American affairs. The thing is, I'm only here for a couple of days." He looked at me with more interest. "What are you telling me, kid?" I thought I'd made it clear, but perhaps he needed jam on it. "Do you get time off to eat? If so we could maybe share something hot?" I resumed an examination of the bell, walking round it twice while the locals allowed themselves to be thrilled. After two circumambulations I felt that my chum had had long enough to decide whether he wanted to run me in for importuning, or to agree to a little something when he got off duty. "I get a half hour's furlough in 20 minutes." He might as well have been speaking Greek. "Does that mean you get off in 20 minutes?" At last common ground was reached. "No, I stop work in 20 minutes, but unless you're really quick I don't get off for 30 minutes." I grinned. I assured him that I was skilled in the matters we might find of mutual interest, and that I would try to be amazed at his bloody bell until 20 minutes had elapsed. 20 minutes later another sailor - much less attractive (thank you, gods) - appeared and mine went off. I followed a few yards behind until we were 100 yards from Independence Hall. "Where are we going? I'm Patrick, by the way." "I'm Hi, and we're going somewhere nice. It's only a couple minutes away." He turned into a side street and down an alley. At the end was a bar, not unlike the one in New York where Vincent had been chosen for a treat. "Two beers," and he led us to a table in a corner. "OK, Patrick, what's this about?" "I'm a crew member from Queen Mary on shore leave for two weeks. I don't know anyone in Philadelphia and then I saw you. It took me as long to decide I wanted to get inside your very tight trousers as I guess it took you decide that you'd welcome me in there. Am I right?" "Oh, you're right, Patrick, but aren't you a bit young?" "Yes, that's what makes me doubly worth getting to know, Hi. One: I'm young flesh - I'm 16, if you need to know, so I'm far too young for this beer - Budweiser, I'd guess - so my arse is good and tight; two: if I'm as forward as I am then I'm probably pretty experienced. How about we drink up and you find out?" Hi smiled. "I reckon we might do just that," he said, and picked up both glasses. "Follow me." He went through a door into a corridor with a fire escape door at the far end and a few doors off one side. He opened the third door and beckoned me in. There was a bed, a table beside it, and two chairs. Nothing else. This was laid out for strictly practical use. "I have 25 minutes," he said. "Plenty of time," I said, "what do you want to do? I'm up for anything." "I want to fuck your brains out, Patrick. I am the best fuck you'll have in your life - lots of guys have said I'm brilliant" That was, I told him, rather what I'd been hoping, although I wasn't much taken with his arrogance. Still, a fuck is a fuck, and he might be quite good at it after all. We stripped off. He was smooth, just like me (was it a naval thing?), with a nice cock, cut alas, but otherwise ticking all my boxes. About 8 inches hard, as it was, so only an inch or so bigger than mine. I knelt down to make friends with it. He liked that. "When did you last jizz, Hi? Will I get a proper assful?" "You sure ask a lot of questions, but if you must know I aint jizzed for three days." Oh good, I thought. "What about you, Patrick?" I decided to be honest. "About 12 hours." "Was that a hand job?" "Now you're asking all the questions. I'll maybe tell you after you've fucked me, so let's get on with it." He wanted it doggy-fashion, so I knelt and wiggled my arse. He rubbed a finger around my hole. "Christ, you're lubed up! Did you lube up before you came out?" I nodded. "I told you I worked on a ship. Isn't it the same where you work?" He didn't reply, but 8 inches of Uncle Sam's best were right up me instead. I groaned - I love it when a new cock hits its mark so swiftly. Hi went about his business efficiently, if not terribly erotically. While he was fucking me my pleasure didn't enter his mind. Still, it was a good hard fuck, and it was six or so minutes before he jammed in as far as he could and started to shoot. "Oh, Hi, that's so hot," I found myself saying. He wasn't the only one on auto-pilot: why did I have to pretend it had been fantastic when Hi wasn't a paying client? Sheer force of habit. When he'd finished and slipped out I turned round and sucked his cock. His eyes rolled heavenward - evidently this was not an accustomed post-cum delight among those he fucked. While I had him eating out of my hand, as it were, I told him that when I had jizzed 12 hours earlier it had been deep up a black kid's arse. He jumped as though 1000 volts had fizzed through his balls. "You fucked a nigger?" "No, Hi, I fucked a black boy who is a fellow crew member, and I did so because he had fucked me, all 10 inches of him, only a few minutes before. Now, what are you going to do to get me off?" But Hi had lost interest and, if I'm honest, so had I. I couldn't get my head round this black/white thing. What on earth did it matter what colour somebody's skin was? If he had a cock and was willing to share it, why bother with anything else? And his arrogance had been wholly misplaced. It had been a good fuck, but I'd had plenty better. I hate a proud man as I hate the engendering of toads. We both dressed quickly, each somewhat embarrassed. "Thanks for the fuck," I said, and finished the rest of my Bud (I was damn sure it was Bud, although on board Queen Mary we tended to call American beer weasel piss) before leaving through the fire escape door. So much for the City of Brotherly Love. When they arrived back several hours later Sir told me that they had been told not to discuss anything with me. "But you'll be coming to the court tomorrow. The FBI have asked that you wear your ordinary clothes though. I've no idea why. They also want you to wear this." "This" was a strange round close-fitting cap with a very large stiff flap at the front. "Apparently all the boys here wear them, and it's to prevent any of Edward or his men from recognizing you. You know and I know why that's important, but I don't thing the FBI do. Maybe they're just being careful." I donned my first baseball cap. I looked an idiot. In the dock the next day were Edward and three other men. After the first day Prince pointed out the driver: he'd never seen the other two before. Most trials seem to be a few moments of high drama amid hours of very dull testimony, and this one was a bit like that. The first day was the FBI being taken through how they found the farm and what they found when they got there. Prince and I were both surprised to hear that as well as there having been boys there were also a number of girls, all of much the same age as the boys. Edward's operation was clearly catering for a wider range of client interests that we had known. At the end of the first day the DA (as we learned to call him - the District Attorney who was the prosecuting lawyer) said that he would call his first witness the next morning. Outside the court the DA said that Prince would be next. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 105 as Prince has his day in Court and we start to return home. The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing last year, 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. ===============================================================================