Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2018 19:42:49 +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 111 Before I go on to tell you about Aaron's first night with us I must have a pause to reflect. It's exactly a year since I started writing all this down. Charlie had been gone for only a few months and a good friend suggested that it would help to fill the empty hours to write about him. When I started to do so I had no idea that the story would grow in the way that it has. After the cremation I knew where I would scatter his ashes, and I did so, quietly all alone on a beautifully calm day, as I told you - over the stern of Queen Mary 2 as near to where we had first made love as I could calculate. I decided that day that I would take my friend's advice and start this story. Like Topsy it just growed, and it will grow some more too. I still have to describe Queen Mary's wartime adventures - both hers and ours on board. And as I know how it all ends - well, not mine, but almost everybody else's - I want to tie up those details too. All in good time. You'll remember that the story started a year ago with me looking at that picture in Queen Mary 2 of the original twelve of us, and I told you I was the only one left. There's no picture of the second six, if I can call them that, and all but one of them have gone too. I'll tell you more about him - and all the others - in due course. When I crossed the Atlantic with Charlie's ashes I was on my way to see the other last survivor. At that time I had no idea what would happen after we met, so long after our first getting to know each other outside Southampton 80 years ago. But all that's some time in the future. Let's go back to 1939 and eight - no, nine - lusty young males ... ***** Prince was lying on his back as Aaron approached. "Come on Aaron, show me what you can do." The transformation in Prince in the last few months still amazed me. There had been no clients, of course, for some time, so the only people he had been having sex with, apart from us, was the men he'd met at the midsummer orgy. It crossed my mind that he might have been having fun with them without my knowing about it. I would have to ask him, but I would need to pick my time carefully. It certainly wasn't going to be tonight. Aaron naked, erect, knelt between Prince's legs and hoisted them over his shoulders. "You've done this before, Aaron," said his victim, "I think I'm going to enjoy the next half hour." The erotic mood was shattered by peals of mirth from pretty well all of Prince's colleagues. Graham, who was best placed to have a view on such things, said that if Aaron could last anything like half an hour up the sexiest arse he knew then he, Aaron, would deserve a medal. Tim suggested that anything over ten minutes would be good going. "Why are you so negative about my fucking skills?" asked an injured Aaron. "We're not," said Graham, "but we know how sexy Prince is and how much his arse will suck the jizz out of you." "Let's see then," said Aaron, touching the head of his cock to Prince's arsehole. It looked as though there wasn't going to be any foreplay. Prince's smile widened. "Stick it in, Aaron, I'm well greased. Make it hard and deep." Curiouser and Curiouser, I thought. Raped at 12, repeatedly raped two years ago, and now demanding a hard and deep fuck. OK, it wasn't going to be rape, but vigorous it certainly would be. Perhaps my few quiet words ought to be with Graham, not Prince. Vigorous it was, and there was no doubt that both Aaron and Prince were enjoying it. There was also no doubt that, had Tim had money on 10 minutes being reached he would be in profit. Once Aaron's cock was right in - a process occupying perhaps five seconds - Prince's legs were no longer over Aaron's shoulders, but were clasped at the ankles behind Aaron's back. Prince's arms were round Aaron, and there was no way he could have wriggled free. Happily wriggling free was not anything that Aaron wanted. He was able to pull his hips back, but nothing like far enough for his cock to come out of Prince's arse. "You're captive, Aaron, and the only way you get free is to pay me with a fine load of Yankee jizz." Aaron grinned. "You bet, Prince, and I'll pay it so far in you that it'll take weeks to slip out." This seemed highly unlikely, given what other fluids would be deposited in the same place in the next few hours, but it wasn't the moment for saying so. The initial pleasantries over, Aaron settled down to a fierce rhythm. For three minutes he kept it up, relentlessly shoving his cock hard into Prince's willing arse. Prince's grin widened even more. "Are you nearly there?" he asked. Aaron shook his head. "Nope. You're gonna have to put up with this a lot longer, Prince." Aaron's eyes were shut at this point so he didn't see the wink that passed between Graham and Prince. "Are you sure?" said Prince. I had no idea what he did, but his expression changed. It looked as though he was holding his breath. Graham whispered to me, "watch this." Suddenly Aaron's eyes opened wide. "Ah fuck, Prince, what are you ... aaah! ... aaah!" "I think he's jizzing," said Graham, "he's clever is my boyfriend." Indeed Aaron was jizzing, and from the expressions which crossed his face he was jizzing, more that he had expected to be. After half a minute when he was able to speak he simply muttered, "fucking hell." Prince laughed. "No, Aaron, fucking me. You didn't expect that, did you." Aaron, his cock still inside Prince, shook his head. "Whatever it was you should patent it and make your fortune." I thought it might be better shared, whatever it was, with the rest of us instead, but it was Prince's secret and I wasn't going to pry it out of him. Not in front of Aaron anyway. Prince said nothing, but merely smiled. There was no likelihood that Aaron was going to be able to fuck Tim, as promised, for some time. His orgasm had left him limp, and I don't just mean his cock. Tim, whose interest in Aaron's recovery time was naturally greater than mine, asked if there was any chance he'd get fucked "this side of midnight." As it was only around 1830 this was fighting talk, but Aaron didn't rise to the bait. "Oh yes, Tim, I'll be ready again in an hour or so. I could fuck you before then, but my balls need time to make all the jizz I want to fire, and I guess you'd like to be filled up, wouldn't you?" Tim said that if he was going to be fucked in an hour he was quite happy to wait. "What kind of things do you like?" he asked, "apart from fucking and sucking, that is." Aaron was puzzled. "What do you mean? Isn't that why you invited me, Patrick?" "It's the main reason, yes," I said, "but we do other things as well. Maybe you'd like to see some of them?" Aaron, having no clue what I was talking about, nodded happily. "Graham, would you like Nigel to go to work on you?" I said. A silly question, because there was no doubt that both of them were only too happy to oblige. "You'll love this, Aaron," said Nigel, "I do, and Graham does and - you never know - you might too." Without further ado Nigel got onto the bed and settled himself on his back, as Prince had done. Aaron watched. "So what's different? Graham's gonna fuck him like I fucked Prince." Prince moved to lie beside Aaron. "No, there's more to it than that. If you like, when I fuck you - after you've fucked Tim - I'll show you." The seven of us knew that this was not going to happen, because Prince's hands are far too big to fist anyone likely to offer himself, but since Aaron had no idea what he was about to witness he said nothing. It did briefly cross my mind that whereas Prince's hands were too big for any of us, Francis might have an interest. I made a mental note to ask Tim to see if Francis might want to put it to the test. It was Tim who made the obvious suggestion that I, and indeed Graham and Nigel, had overlooked. "Why are we in here when we should all be in Cabin 4?" And since Cabin 3 was on the way we decided we would call in there to refuel, principally with beer. You never knew whether Aaron's interests might extend that far. As we were leaving Aaron started to put his clothes back on. "No, no," I said, "there's no need for that. No-one comes down here apart from us, just come as you are." Aaron shrugged, "if you say so, bro." Ten minutes later we had each downed a beer (in some cases, two) and some food. "We need to get on with it," said Nigel, "before the beer takes effect." "Come on, Aaron," said Javid, "this will get you all fired up to fuck Tim, and as I'm the last in the queue I want your balls -" he held them gently "- to be nice and full of Yankee jizz for me. Indian boy, him heap big antsy for big white man cock." Aaron laughed. "You've been reading too many comics, Javid, Indians don't speak like that." Javid smiled, "maybe not, but you got what I meant." Javid released Aaron's balls. "They feel pretty full to me," he said to Tim, "I think you'll be OK." While all this banter was going on Nigel had got into the sling and Graham was strapping his ankles into the stirrups. "Have you seen one of these before?" asked Graham. Aaron shook his head. "No, but I can see how useful it is for getting real close attention to a guy's ass." "Come and have a look," said Nigel, "as you're our guest there will be no charge." Nigel, like the rest of us, was able to dilate his arse with only the slightest of touch from an invader. As soon as Graham's finger traced a circle round his arsehole it opened up. "Jeez, it's like a fucking flower," from our guest. Nigel murmured that if Aaron played his cards right he could play bee to that flower on another occasion. Aaron said that he would like that very much. "So," said Nigel, "would I, but right now it's not a cock I'm about to entertain." Graham put in a finger and rubbed it an inch or so inside. The flower opened even more. Two ... three ... four fingers were soon well inside and Nigel was squirming nicely. Sam was standing by with more lube and when Graham briefly took his fingers out Sam smeared some on Nigel's arse crack and Graham greased his arm. Aaron said "I know what's up. I've never seen this, but a guy I know says he likes it. What's it called?" "Fisting," said about half a dozen voices, "and Graham and Tim have the smallest hands, so they're the best fisters," I added. Graham put his four fingers back inside his twin and rotated a few times. "Ready?" he whispered. "Yeah, let him see." Such an invitation was wholly unnecessary as Aaron was only about two feet from Nigel's Arse and could see everything in awe-inspiring detail. Graham pushed and Nigel's arse widened; he pushed ... and Graham's hand slipped in. Nigel gave a great sigh. "Oh God, that's good. It feels so full. Aaron, you're gonna have to let someone do you like this." Aaron was in two minds: anything that produced that kind of reaction was clearly worth experiencing. On the other hand he'd seen how wide Nigel's arse had opened - could his do that without splitting? A dilemma indeed. But not one requiring solution - not right now anyway. The spectacle in front of him was too riveting. Graham's wrist had disappeared several seconds before, and his forearm was very very slowly following it into unknown - or at any rate, unseen - places. "Stop," said Nigel. Graham's elbow was about two inches outside. Graham kept his right arm where it was - deep inside Nigel - and at the same time raised his left arm. "See where two inches is on this one," he said to Aaron, "that's what's up his arse. When he does me it's about the same. Good, eh?" Aaron acknowledged that it was indeed good: he went further - it was "fucking unbelievable." "Well, believe it," said Tim, "because if you want to try it, I'm your man." Graham began to fuck Nigel, never moving back more that just beyond his wrist, and pushing in hard each time. They'd done this to each other so often that the process must have become routine, but they always seemed to be feeling every second of the erotic sensations. I noticed that Graham's cock was hard too - Tim's isn't when he fists someone - so whatever Graham was feeling was more than just the mechanics of giving his brother a thorough seeing-to. Prince, aware perhaps that a surgeon in the operating theatre occasionally needs the sweat wiped from his brow, knelt in front of Graham and removed (in the usual manner) any precum whose presence might have required attention. "Stay there," said Graham quietly, "I need you to catch any drips." Javid foresaw that Nigel might soon have need of a similar service and placed himself to one side of his boyfriend. The stage was set. Two brothers, two lovers, four colleagues, one fascinated carpenter who, two days before had not had the faintest idea of how he would be spending the night on Queen Mary. Nigel was the first to articulate need. "Nearly there, Jav ... " and Javid had his mouth round the red hot cock of his lover seconds before it erupted. Each spurt of Nigel's cock coincided with the deepest penetration of Graham's fist, and with Nigel lifting his hips inches off the sling as though to propel his spunk deep into Javid. When Nigel at last stopped lurching Graham very carefully drew his fist out, pausing as his knuckles passed the prostate to give a quick rotate. "Aaaah!" from Nigel and another good spurt of cum, this time (for Javid had known exactly what would happen) onto his belly for Aaron to see. Graham's hand was out and Nigel's arse closed slowly. Aaron started to applaud. "There's more," said Graham, and he stood close to Nigel, smiling happily and spunkily waiting for what was to come. Graham held his cock in a very greasy right hand. Prince reached up and held Graham's balls in one hand, tugging gently, and put two fingers of the other hand up a well-greased arse. "Go," he murmured. Twenty seconds later Graham came onto Nigel ... and came ... and came. Prince tugged his balls gently with each spurt, giving the appearance almost that he was milking his boyfriend. Seven white ropes criss-crossed on Nigel - six of his brother's and one of his. Tim gave it all of four seconds after Graham's cock delivered its final spurt before turning to Aaron. "You're our guest, Aaron, so you get first go. If you weren't here there would be a feeding frenzy to get all that nice jizz where it does the most good," and he rubbed his stomach like a cartoon kid. "You eat it?" "We do, and if you don't want to, that's fine." "I think I'll pass," said Aaron. It would be good to be able to tell you that an orderly queue then formed, but it would not be true. Javid, already in pole position, got about half of it and Tim and Sam got the rest. Aaron's jaw rested comfortably on his chest. "You're weird, you know that," he said. It was a remark that called for no reply. Tim, freshly invigorated by his snack, said "OK, Aaron, I reckon you ought to be up for fuck number two now. What about it?" And in order to add encouragement by action to his words he dropped to his knees and put his lips round the cock he so keenly wanted. Aaron laughed. "Yeah, I guess so, Tim. All that fisting, was it? has made my balls do the business. I feel jizz churning about all ready to have an adventure up your cute little ass." "You say the nicest things, kind sir," said Sam, "he would thank you himself, but his good breeding prevents him from speaking with his mouth full." Luckily Tim was able to pull his head back before the explosion of mirth at the idea of good breeding caused irreparable damage to what he wanted in another place. "Come on then," said Aaron. The nine of us trooped back towards Cabin 1. As we passed the bogs however it seemed like a good idea to lose some of the beer. "I'm for a piss," I said, "who wants to join me?" Seven people immediately turned right. "Come on Aaron, you must need a piss too," said Tim, "unless you want to piss somewhere else ... ?" =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 112 as Aaron manages two more fucks. 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. ===============================================================================