Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2018 09:23:18 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys 11 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 11 By the time the three of us came off duty at 1945 we were all bursting to share our news. As we weren't expecting any visitors we got out of our uniforms and sat on our beds naked. It was hot in those cabins and anyway we were three horny teenagers - why wouldn't we want our cocks out in the open? I told them that the plan for a party on the last night had been tacitly agreed by Sir, and that I had to go up to the galley to see Ryan just before they closed at 2100. "What does he get out of it?" asked Tim, "a few minutes up your arse, no doubt." "Tim, I'm shocked," I said, "if Ryan's going to be as generous as I hope he'll be it would be criminal to limit him to a few minutes. He shall have as long as it takes." "A few minutes then," said Alan. I had to agree that a few minutes probably was all it would take, but that I had every intention of prolonging the engagement as long as I could. "If he fancies you," pointed out my little brother, "he'll be unstoppable when he sees the real thing." I wasn't going to tell him that, but I did agree - Tim is just the tiniest bit cuter than I am - he's younger, of course, which explains it. "Would you fancy a duo if he's keen?" "What a fucking silly question." So that was settled. I turned to Alan. "I don't expect he'll be interested in you - I think he only fancies young boys." The pillow that Alan threw at me was accurately aimed. "Well, youngster," he said, "you're maybe too young to hear about my encounter today. I'll tell your sexy brother instead. I was in my elevator when two men got in. It was a quiet time, just after lunch. They were obviously together as they were talking when they got in, and they were still talking when they got out on the topmost deck. A few minutes later the elevator was summoned to that deck again, and when they got in they stood very close to me. One of them said to the other 'I bet you £5 that boy is for sale' and the other one said 'done!' They shook hands and the first one turned to me and said 'well?'. What could I do? I turned to the other and said 'I'm sorry, sir, but you've just lost £5'. The money was handed over - all the time the elevator is slowly going down to the lowest deck - and a further £5 was placed in my hand. I went through the routine of getting the number and saying they'd be contacted. I can't wait for Sir to tell me what's planned tomorrow morning." "What were they like?" I asked. "English toffs. Late 20s, I'd say. What about you, Tim?" "Nothing so exotic, I'm afraid, but still interesting. A man rode with me twice up and down while there were other passengers - the usual - then the third time it was just him and me. He was American, about 30 I think. 'I like the look of you, boy' he said, 'but I think I'd like it more without that damn uniform.' Got his number, told him he's be contacted. He gave me a big smile and $10. I hope he doesn't think that's all he'll have to pay." I was amazed at the amount of money we were piling up. I made a mental note to wait until Tim and I were together to discuss what we would do with ours. There was no way any of it was going back to Liverpool, and if the two of us pooled our earnings we might easily have £100 by Christmas. Tim said that he's been thinking about Charlie coming to play tomorrow. "You said you didn't want to scare him off. What do you think he's expecting?" "No idea; I don't think he's expecting anything. He was so thrilled by his first cum that his brain wasn't ready for thinking about anything except another cum. What were you thinking of?" "Well, if he comes in and we're all sitting nicely on our beds with our uniforms on it's going to be quite difficult taking the first step. You know, getting our clothes off. we don't want him running off in fright. Last night you were both naked before any fun started." He's clever, my brother. "So what do you suggest?" "We have our jackets off, because it's hot, and he'll take his off too. I'll be lying on Alan's bed next to him - no action, just lying there - and he'll naturally join you on your bed. If he doesn't say anything about making a move on you then Alan and I can start a gentle grope - no kissing as that might be a step too far - but seeing boys groping is bound to let you grope him. And since that's why he's here he ought to be easy meat after that. Alan and I keep an eye on what you two are up to and at the point where Charlie's getting too hot to back off I suck Alan's cock. If Alan moans nicely Charlie will want that too. And you're in just the right place to deliver." I agreed that this sounded a good plan. "I reckon Charlie is going to be one very horny boy now that he's had his first wank. He practically exploded! I'd love to be a fly on the wall in their cabin right now," I said, "he'll be desperate to get his hands on his cock - he must have been looking forward to it all day - but he'll be worried in case the other two hear him. Poor old Charlie!" "He'll get over it," said Alan. It was time I went to see Ryan, and I owed Larry a session as well. My days were filling up nicely, and with any luck my arse would be as well. What with Slim tomorrow as well I would be knackered by the time Charlie cam to call. Still, you recover fast at 14. When I went into the galley they were tidying things away. Service had just about finished and junior staff would take over from the chefs. Ryan saw me and called over. "I've been expecting you. Corrigan's had a word, and it's all agreed. What would you like?" Until the. I hadn't really thought about the details. "There'll be six of us, but we're all teenagers, so you can guess we have healthy appetites. You decide, Ryan, I'm sure it'll be great. Lots of food and drink for lusty lads." "Oh, it's that kind of party is it?" "Of course - what did you expect? I'm sorry I can't invite you, but you and I can have our own private party whenever you like, just like I promised." Ryan grinned. "Good. I'll look forward to that. I share a cabin with one other man, but we don't do anything like that. He's not queer, but he fancies one of the women stewards. I don't think they've got as far as going to bed together, but he's very keen to spend time with her." "I think I know where this is going," I said, "and I like it. If he buggers off after his girl for an hour I can come to your cabin and you can bugger me. Is that it?" Ryan agreed that I had got it in one. Since the randy room-mate's comings and goings still had to be worked out Ryan and I agreed that tomorrow night some time (the night before the party) might be the best chance. "But if that doesn't work I promise we'll get together on the voyage back," I said. "OK. Come up here at this time tomorrow, Patrick." I smiled - there were too many people around for anything more intimate - and went off to the pool to see Larry. There were still a few people swimming, so I made myself inconspicuous until Larry appeared. He came over. "Did you enjoy your swim, Patrick?" I told him that another bell-boy and I had had a wonderful swim, and that we were both very grateful. "Did anyone know that it was unlocked?" "No, I made sure I was the first one here this morning. You left no trace." "I promised I would thank you properly, Larry, but when and where?" "How about here tonight? If you come back at 2230 we should be finished and we can have some fun then." My grin was evidence enough that I found his proposal agreeable, and I said I would be back then - only about 50 minutes away. I went back to the cabin. "I've fixed up food and drink with Ryan, so that's good. Sir has said it's OK. What is even better is that I have to pay Ryan." "Christ!" said Tim, "we didn't expect to pay for it." "Ah, but I'm paying for it with my body, you see, so I will enjoy paying." "You jammy sod," cried Alan, " how come you get all the treats?" "I expect it's because I have all the ideas," I said modestly, " besides, I'm the sexiest one here." A lively discussion ensued at this point, with contrary views being expressed by both Tim and Alan, and no satisfactory agreement was reached. All too soon it was 2225 and I told them I was dragging myself off to make further payment. "What for?" asked Tim. "The use of the pool with Charlie. Larry, the pool guy, left it unlocked and now he must have me as his reward." "And you'll love every fucking minute," said Tim. "Hang on a minute," he said, "I told you that I thought he fancied me when we were going round preparing for the test. Why don't we both go?" I couldn't think of a reason - after all, if Larry got double rations none of us was likely to complain. "OK, come on." In our nice uniforms, although not for long we hoped, Tim and I made our way to the pool. We saw no-one on the way. Passengers didn't seem to come to this part of the sip at this time of night. They were probably all in the casino or one of the many bars. Since our proposed sin was neither gambling nor drinking we were happy to be unobserved. I opened the door carefully - it was possible that Luke or another crew member might be there. "Come on," came Larry's voice, and in I went. "I've brought you an extra present," I said, and moved aside to reveal Tim. "Wow!" said Larry, "you're the goods all right." "I'm Tim, and as you can see at once, Larry, as I'm younger that Patrick I'm also sexier." "I hope you'll give me the chance to assess the position very carefully," said our intended co-sinner. Tim and I agreed that this was pretty much how we wanted it too. "What would you like to do with us?" I asked. Larry hadn't expected two of us, and he was like a kid in a sweet shop, but he didn't have to think for long. "I want to fuck both of you and I want both of you to cum in my mouth." Plain vanilla then, but none the worse for that. Larry was very fit - he had to be to work in the pool area - and there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. "We'd like that," said Tim and proceeded to get out of his uniform. When Larry saw Tim's cock he fell to his knees and started to lick his cock and balls. Tim held Larry's head and gently fucked his mouth. I took my uniform off too and stood behind Larry, pressing my body into his back. He was enclosed in naked Mulloy flesh. "Come on, Larry, we want to see what you've got," I said, "if you're going to fuck us you can't do it with clothes on. Larry stood up and slipped off his shirt and trousers. Like us he hadn't been wearing underwear. I knelt and admired his cock. It was long - between 7 and 8 inches - but not particularly thick. His foreskin was very long and loose and he had a neat bush of light brown hair. I put my hands round his arse and felt into his crack. It was hot and hairy. "I bet it's fun in there," I murmured. "Why not find out?" In went a pair of fingers, to discover than he, like us, was nicely greased. Meanwhile Tim had got a cushion from the changing area seat and was lying on it watching. "Come on," he said, "I need fucking." He spread his legs and raised them invitingly. I swear his arsehole winked. Larry eased himself off my questing fingers and got onto Tim, and in a few seconds they were kissing deeply. I knelt behind Larry again and re-attached myself to his arse. I got three fingers well inside and did Rufus's trick with his prostate. As I had done, Larry practically leapt out of his skin. "Oh fuck, Patrick, what was that?" "My expert magic touch, Larry. It's my way of thanking you for yesterday." "Can you keep at it while I fuck Tim?" It required some minor adjustment once he had his cock deeply inside my twin, but once we were in place the action started. I let Larry dictate the speed and depth of his penetration of my poor ravaged brother while I kept my fingers as focused on his prostate as I could. I knew that he wouldn't last long, so I saw no reason to hold back on stimulating him. After all, I was going to be fucked second, so I would get a longer ride! In the event Larry lasted longer than I had expected, but after about four minutes of deep rhythmic fucking he growled and thrust even deeper, unloading into Tim's insides. As he did so I gave his prostate a vigorous rubbing, and the resultant orgasm lasted about 20 seconds. That's a long time to be pulsing spunk, believe me. "I can feel you filling me up," moaned Tim, "it's so hot." "69 him, Larry," I said, "he loves cleaning cummy cocks, and you'll get a mouthful of his spunk pretty quickly." I was right on both counts. Tim went to work on Larry's cock like someone who hasn't eaten for days. He loves cum and he loves his own arse juices - he's like me in that respect - and it didn't take much tongue and lip action from Larry to get Tim's balls to empty themselves of delicious boy-nectar. "Aaaah!" from Tim as he pulsed over and over into Larry's mouth. "Mmmm!" from Larry as he tasted Mulloy spunk for the first time. I'd really only been a spectator while all this was happening, and the sight of their orgasms had made me very horny. If I wasn't next in line for what looked like being a first class fucking I'd have wanked myself silly over the two of them as Tim came. But we older boys - all of 12 minutes of extra life experience - know that a pleasure delayed is a pleasure increased. I restrained my natural boyish enthusiasm for a few minutes. "If you're going to fuck me as well, big man, you're going to need a rest. Why not lie back on this nice cushion and let yourself be serviced by the two best 14-year-old professionals you'll ever meet?" "Sounds good to me," said Larry, and got down on his back. Tim, still panting, and I knelt on either side of him. We'd done this, or something similar, often enough that we had no need to say anything. "Close your eyes," I told Larry, "you've died and gone to heaven." I bent to the nipple nearest me and very gently nipped it between my teeth. At the same time Tim licked the nipple on his side. Then I licked and he nibbled, so that each nipple got alternate licks and nibbles. The first time we had done this to someone he had practically exploded with sensual overload, so it became part of our repertoire when we had the opportunity. As Larry had cum only a few minutes he didn't explode (the other guy had suddenly come about a gallon, fountaining a good four feet in the air before covering his face and chest. OK, I'm exaggerating, but only a little), but his cock achieved a gratifyingly solid erection. I eyed it hungrily. Having that up me was something I was really looking forward to. We still had some way to go though, Tim and I, with our routine. From nipples we moved to arm pits. Some men's pits smell very sexy: some smell terrible. Larry's were great - the sweat from his fucking exertion was still fresh and gamy, but we both found it attractive. We licked and sniffed appreciatively, then gradually licked down his side to the points of his hip bone. It's nice and easy to lick from there in all sorts of interesting directions - belly, cock, balls, arse - but this time we just kept on going down the outside of his thighs. Larry was keen for us to get our mouths on things more sexually important than his thighs, but we were in charge. There's a really sexy place in the hollow behind the knee, and that's where we were aiming. We spent a couple of minutes there, then slowly up the inside of his thighs. He separated his legs really wide to give us access and when there was only room for one head between his legs I went on and aimed for his balls. It was my turn. "Oh fuck, boys, that's the sexiest thing anyone's ever done to me. Come on, Patrick, I'm ready to fuck you now. Get on top of me." I love being fucked like that - I love being able to look at the face of whoever's doing it, into his eyes, and I love being able to lean forward to kiss him. And kissing Larry was what I really wanted to do while he was fucking me. I knelt over his belly and moved my arse till I could feel his cockhead touching it. I reached round and hold his cock while I lowered myself onto it for the first inch or two. Then, "now fuck me hard," I said, "I need it fierce tonight." Wonderful Larry fucked me for a good quarter of an hour. His cock did things inside me that I hadn't felt before. It wasn't the longest I'd had and it was far from being the thickest, but the way he used it made it seem like it was magic. I can't describe what the feeling was, but it was unlike anything else, mainly because the intense pleasure lasted so long. Eventually, as I leant forward to kiss him for the hundredth time, he looked into my eyes and whispered, "this is for you" and exploded. The force of his spunk as it spurted from his cock was almost enough to lift me off him. Almost, but happily not quite. I stayed impaled on him while he spurted rope after rope into me. I was close myself and there was no way I was going to break the moment by getting off to cum in his mouth. I closed my eyes and wanked onto his belly - it took about ten strokes only - and as I came I opened my eyes to see that Tim was wanking too, and his cum crossed mine on Larry's chest. We both collapsed onto him, all three of us completely spent. Five minutes later I got off and leapt into the pool, closely followed by the other two. It was as good a way of washing the spunk off as any. We got out, and Larry got us towels from the locker store. Ten minutes later Tim and I were in our beds, but not before we'd thanked Larry with copious kisses, enthusiastically reciprocated, and the agreement that it had been special, and that we'd all do it again some time. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 12 as the Cabins 1 and 2 party 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 ... Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================