Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2018 15:21:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 113 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 113 The next afternoon I collected Duane and his uncut 10 inches from the usual place. "Not here," I said as he started to undo his buttons, "the fun's below with the rest of the gang." When we got to Cabin 1 there they all were, naked and ready. "Fuck," said Duane, "you sure don't hang around." Graham got up and shook Duane's hand. "I'm Graham, and the first thing you're going to do, Duane, is fuck me. I've been waiting three days for this, ever since Patrick told us about your whopper." Graham knelt at Duane's feet at started to release the whopper from its lair. While Graham fiddled around with Duane's buttons Sam stood and said he was Duane's second victim. "And if you've got enough jizz, I'm three," said Nigel, "you can stay all night, can't you?" "Since I aint even s'posed to be here, kid, I can hardly scoot off in the middle of the night, now can I?" "Don't worry, Duane," I said, "you're our guest and though you can't leave this part of the ship we've got enough food and drink to keep you happy and your balls refreshed. By the way, have you jizzed since you and I ... ?" "Oh sure, but when I got your note I promised all my inches that they'd have to stay quiet until they got out to play with you guys." All Duane's inches were now free to play - free from his trousers, free from his pants - and free to be inspected by seven, no dammit, eight sets of eyes. Prince stood beside our guest and said quietly that Graham, as his boyfriend, was used to black inches, but that he, Graham, was keen to try something a bit bigger. Duane smiled. "How old are you, Prince - are you a real prince, by the way - and how big do you get?" Prince grinned. "16, yes, 10. What about you?" "19, yes, but I'm the Prince of Darkness 'cos I like getting my inches in boys' dark places, 10." Graham indicated that he would wish to sample both princes. "Can I fuck you, Prince of Darkness?" said our Prince. "No way, man, I'm 100 per cent top." This was a pity, but it was very far from being a disaster. With that many inches, and all of them thick, black and uncut, the fact that his arse was off-limits didn't really matter. (We subsequently found when the beer needed to be dealt with that Duane wasn't into piss either. One of queerdom's straights, was Duane. Still, the inches ... ah! the inches.) They were, or at least that half of them further from Duane's belly, buried in Graham's mouth. None of us felt relaxed about what Duane might find it welcome for us to do. Fondling his arse (which Tim was doing) seemed acceptable, but when Tim hands moved from Duane's ebony cheeks closer to his crack Duane's hands moved them away. OK, we all thought, there's a boundary there. Graham felt he had done enough with Duane's cock: he wanted to be fucked, after all, and any preparation had already taken place thanks to Prince and his magic fingers. Grease went all the way up, we were assured. Graham stood facing Duane, only two or three inches below him. His mouth moved to Duane's lips, but they too were off limits. "Just fucking, that's what I do," he said. "Come on then," said Graham, "let's see how you perform on me," and he got onto the bed on all fours. We all watched to see how Duane wanted to position him, but Duane seemed happy to accept what Graham was offering. As a 100 per cent top he seemed to have no idea that preparation might be welcome, even if it were not necessary, but all he did was rub his cock up and don Graham's crack a couple of times, place it at the entrance, grab Graham round the waist and ram it in. You know, and all of us knew, that Graham likes it that way, but Duane didn't know that, and didn't seem to be bothered. That's the trouble with 100 per cent tops: they know nothing about how the guy on the receiving end might have his enjoyment level raised from 8 to 10. Prince could see Graham's face, and knew from Graham's expression that the needle was registering 8, as it did throughout the four minutes of Duane's fuck until the last frenetic seconds when the pressure of Duane's jizz briefly took it to 9. As soon as he'd come Duane slipped out. Before us was a black cock, glistening with enticing fluids, still 7 or 8 inches long, the foreskin slowly closing. Nigel and Tim both made for it. Would a 100 per cent top submit to their ministrations? No contest. After all, I'd sucked him off a few days earlier, so burying his cock in some boy's orifice - any orifice - was OK. Tim got to Duane's cock a fraction of a second before Nigel, so Nigel had to content himself with licking Duane's balls, still hot from delivering. The two of them pushed him onto his back and Tim got into 69 mode while Nigel knelt between his thighs and went on licking the furry ball sac. Tim's cock was right in front of Duane's mouth, but nothing happened. It was that which made me decide that while entertaining Duane for one night's fucking would be fun, I didn't plan to invite him back. We wanted two-way fun, and it was, after all, our party. Graham was disappointed that Duane had shown no interest in his orgasm, but Prince, who had been watching both Duane and me very closely, moved quickly. "Come on," he said, "I know how to make you feel good." He got on his back and Graham climbed above him, with the immediate result that most of Duane's jizz trickled out, dripping onto Prince. Javid and Sam were either side of them, and within seconds the newly-delivered and still warm lubrication was being applied liberally to the genitalia of both boyfriends. Graham, eyes closed in anticipation of being fucked by the person he loved more than anyone else, lowered himself gradually. The red hot coal black cock lit fires in him that Duane had merely prepared. "Oh Christ, Prince, I love you. And I lost you. And ... aah! that's so good ... you came back ... and ..." But words became both unnecessary and impossible. Charlie and I sought each other's hands and squeezed. Neither of us had ever lost each other, and the thought that we had been spared this was sobering. We had seen love-making (as distinct from fucking) between boyfriends - all six pairs - hundreds of times, but just occasionally something touchingly special happened, and this was one such time. You could always tell, because extra bodily fluids made an appearance. Those fluids had long since ceased to embarrass anyone: we had all wept with joy many times. Duane's fucking of Sam was pretty perfunctory - perhaps Sam was too near Duane's age to get Duane's juices flowing. On all fours, it didn't last very long and, like Graham, Sam didn't come. Tim saw to that when Duane slithered out, his lover's needs vastly outranking any desire to get at more of Duane's cock. As the one who had been instrumental in getting Duane to play I felt I needed to show at least some enthusiasm, so I got Duane on his back and did what good hosts do - make their guest comfortable. Tim and Sam were busily engaged on the other bed; Nigel had had a go at Duane but Graham wasn't keen (doubtless he was a bit peeved about Duane's disregard for the established rules of conduct, at least as practised in cabins on Queen Mary), and this communicated itself to Nigel whose appetite for seconds was absent. Charlie and Javid showed no interest either. Prince was the only one with me. "I want to try this black cock," he whispered to me. "You remember the effect Archie had? Well, if I close my eyes and pretend I might believe it was Archie's I had in my mouth again." I laughed. "Go ahead, Prince, he's all yours." I moved away and Prince climbed aboard Duane. I was amused to see he was in 69 position - I wondered whether Duane would be tempted to taste a cock his own colour. Prince reached below Duane's cock and started to lick his balls, producing a noticeable twitch in Duane's cock and another dribble of spunk. Prince took care of that, and gently used his lips to draw Duane's foreskin back, revealing a pinky-purple head glistening wetly with trails of juices. "You taste sexy, big boy," murmured Prince, and he lowered his mouth onto Duane's cock. Duane made no move to do anything for Prince's cock - tasty, hard, temptingly only an inch or two from his lips. When Prince had got all the pleasure he was going to get from Duane's cock he rolled off. Duane muttered a "thanks, man", but that was that. The rest of the night was going to be awkward, but there was nothing any of us could do about it. It was around 2000 and we were stuck with Duane until morning. Charlie caught my eye and nodded towards the door. I got up and followed him out to the showers. "This is going badly," he said, "he fucks for himself and does bugger all about anyone else." "I know," I said, "and I won't be asking him back with Aaron. We can't get rid of him - there's no way he can get off the ship." "Oh, we don't need to get rid of him," said Charlie, "all we have to do is exhaust him. Aaron could manage to fuck three of us yesterday and I don't suppose Duane will be much better. He's due to fuck Nigel next, but why not let him know he's got to fuck all eight of us? If nothing else he'll be so exhausted he'll fall asleep after about four." "Charlie, you're a genius," I said, "why didn't I think of that. We'll put Prince on in fourth. If he can do whatever that magic thing was he did with Aaron Duane'll be out like a light." "Yes. What was that thing? Did you ask him?" I hadn't, but I knew I'd have to get Prince lined up ready to go - no, ready to demand that he be fucked only half an hour after Nigel. I put my head round the door and beckoned to Prince. He got up and came over. "I need to talk," I said, "come on." When the two of us were in cabin 2 I told him my plan. "Charlie and I think the only way to deal with Duane is to get him completely knackered." "Yes, he's a real pain, isn't he. You had no idea, I suppose." "No, all I did was suck him off. The three of them all fancied getting it on with me, but at least Aaron wanted to give us pleasure. We want him back, don't we?" "Oh yes, Patrick, we do indeed. What are you planning tonight?" "After he's fucked Nigel give him 15 minutes and you get all over him and tell him you really badly need him to fuck you. Give him some crap about two black boys showing us white types something to remember. That'll get him going. I'm sure you can play him along." Prince gave me a sidelong look. "Are you sure?" "No, but I think if you play your cards right you'll get him to a position where he's got to fuck you or he looks weak. If you do whatever it was you did with Aaron then he'll come buckets and be asleep within two minutes." Prince grinned. "You noticed then?" "Of course - we all did. What was it anyway? You've not done it before - not with me at least." Prince said he couldn't describe what he did; all he knew was that one day while Graham was fucking him he'd made some muscular movement in his arse which had practically shot Graham into space, and when he tried it again the next time they made love (he used those words) it happened again. Graham had said that the sensation on his cock was like being squeezed and sucked dry all at once. He said that he'd come and come, far more (or at least for far longer) than he'd ever come before. "And you reckon this will work with Duane, and you'll give it a try?" "Of course I will, Patrick, and if you ask me nicely I'll do it to you as well." I said that I would welcome it, but not that night. "Let's work the magic on Duane." When the two of us got back to cabin 1 I said brightly, "come on, Nigel, it's your turn to be speared by Duane's magnificent cock. Let's see if he can get you to come just by its sheer size." Not, I grant you, the most flattering recognition of Duane's fucking technique - that, after all, wasn't the question - but like a beautifully-cooked meal you didn't just slap it on a plate: you tried to provide the whole experience. Nigel eyed Duane's cock. "I've tasted that thing and now I want it where it belongs," he said. I never cease to marvel that boys taken from a sheltered background at 15 and given only a modest amount of training can speak the language of whoredom so fluently after only a couple of years. Nigel knew, as did Javid and I, that the only thing that really belonged in there was Javid's: all others were visitors, some welcome, some less so, but, as always happens in the land of whoredom - always tolerated. I wondered whether Duane's many inches would be anything more than welcome. Having eyed it, Nigel moved closer and allowed his tongue to travel slowly along the familiar path (familiar to all of us, that is, if not to Duane) from the arsehole in front of him, along the perineum, over the seam in the middle of the furry balls, up along the pronounced urethra (it was erect by this time), dallying for a moment at the frenulum (the foreskin was retracted by this time), round each of the wet purple halves of the cock head (they were awash by this time), dallying over the piss-slit (it was delivering more - much more - precum by this time), and engulfing the whole head, tonguing round and sucking hard (it was quivering by this time). So was the rest of Duane. "Fuck, Nigel, you're good at this." "I hope so, I've had plenty of practice." Sam, Charlie, Tim and I all shook our heads. Nigel got the message. How and where Nigel had become so proficient a cock-sucker would forever remain a mystery. Nigel however had other ideas. He released Duane's cock and licked the tip again. "My brother and I have been sucking each other's cocks since we were 8," he said. I noticed Graham's look of surprise, but neither of us said anything. Nigel was spinning a yarn. We did it as a dare. I don't know where he got the idea from, but out of the blue one night he said 'I dare you to kiss my cock'. I didn't hesitate. Then it was my turn. 'I dare you to lick mine.' You can guess it didn't take long before each of us had sucked the other one's cock all the way. 'That was fun,' he said. I agreed and suggested that we might do it again. 'Again' turned out to be every night: he did me then I did him, or the other way round. We were both in the cubs and at cub camp he, lucky bugger, was in a tent with an older boy (11 when we were 10) who was as keen a cock-sucker as we were. This boy had an older brother who knew about 69ing. He and Graham 69ed. Graham told me about it. He and I 69ed, and that's what we did every night from then on. It was my turn to make the next big discovery. I was having a nice wank at school when - at last! - a drop of spunk oozed out. I was a man at last! I couldn't wait for bedtime. 'I've got a surprise,' I said, 'and you're going to love it.' What I hadn't thought about was that if my first wet come was only a drop my balls wouldn't have cooked up a decent amount for another go 6 hours later. Still, there must have been something, because when we were 69ing and I came he said, 'you've got spunk, haven't you?' I nodded. 'You jammy sod. Tomorrow you wank on your tum and I get to see it.' 'OK.' And I did, and it was about a teaspoonful. Graham's first wet come was three weeks later. So now you know, Duane, why I'm such a fucking fantastic cocksucker. Now get that monster where it belongs. Throughout the story Nigel had been licking the length - the very considerable length - of what he hoped to have hidden within him. Duane had been wriggling as the story (and the licking) had progressed. "Yeah, Nigel, I need to fuck you right now. On your back - I feel like a change." Nigel gladly moved into position and held his arse cheeks widely apart. "See the target, Duane? It's wet and waiting." Duane was in there like a rat up a drain. Every one of us was perfectly happy to be penetrated hard and fast, thanks at least in part to the greasing, but if that's how Duane fucked everybody he must have found quite a lot of refusals when a second fuck was suggested. Nigel's legs were clasped round Duane's back and he was thrusting up to meet Duane's fierce inward plunges. "My God you're good, big man," he panted, "fill me up with your hot jizz." Duane was inspired to fuck even harder - presumably exactly what Nigel wanted. Prince bent to Duane's ear. "After him you're fucking me. Black on black. We'll show these white guys how real men do it. OK?" Who could resist? Prince had thrown down a gauntlet no self-respecting man could resist - and the fact that the gauntlet was black merely reinforced the obligation laid upon Duane. "Of course, man," said Duane without a break in the rhythm. Nigel knew Duane was near - a whore can tell, even when he's being fucked as relentlessly as he was. He quickly grabbed his own cock and brought it to the boil. "Aaah!" he cried as spunk jetted out onto Duane's belly, shot after shot. His arse clamped onto Duane's cock which immediately delivered. "Oh fuck, Duane, I can ... feel squirt after ... squirt of your ... boiling jizz ... Jesus, it hasn't ... stopped." But by then it had. Anyone else who had fucked one of us like that, and had the pleasure of cum squirted up onto his belly, would have either collapsed onto the body beneath him in a nice relaxed cummy mess, or would have gathered up the spoils and put them away. Not Duane. Was a boy's jizz a turn-off? Surely not. On the other hand Nigel's cum, always tasty and always welcome, wasn't attractive where it was presently slowly descending to Duane's pubes. No-one moved. "I need you up me," said Prince, "15 minutes OK, Duane?" Duane, still plentifully occupying Nigel's arse nodded wearily. "I guess so, Prince." Graham got a towel and wiped his brother's spunk off Duane. As Duane slipped out and went off for a piss Nigel grinned. "It's the first time you've ever wiped my spunk up. Make sure it's the last." The rest of us laughed. Javid said that it pained him to see such waste. "It won't happen again, I promise," said Nigel, a bargain sealed with a kiss. As the plan was for Duane to fall asleep with exhaustion we all went for a piss as well - we didn't want to wake him once he was out. He was still in the pisser. "There's still some food and drink," said Charlie, "why don't we polish it off while Duane's getting his strength back before his marathon with Prince." "Marathon?" said Duane. "Oh yes, we black guys are going to teach whitey, remember? You and I have big, big cocks - they can see that - but we can also keep it up for hours - well, maybe not hours, but a hell of a lot longer than a few minutes." "How long did you last when you fucked what's-his-name," I said, "you know, the one you were boasting about." Since what's-his-name didn't exist, and Prince had had no warning of the question I was very impressed when, without missing a beat, he said, "you mean Archie, nice big black Archie?" I nodded. "Over an hour, and he came twice before I finally jizzed in him." "Well, Duane, you've got a treat in store, because the next night Archie was desperate to fuck Prince for longer, and that was well over an hour too," I said rubbing my hands. "This is going to be fun, boys." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 114 as. 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. ===============================================================================