Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2019 21:53:25 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys 115 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 115 Louis turned out to be a huge improvement on Duane. He fucked Nigel fiercely and gently, alternating them every couple of minutes so that the poor boy had no idea what was going to happen next. He described it afterwards as the weirdest fuck he'd ever had. Javid told me a few days later that Nigel had confided in him that although it had been exciting and highly erotic it wasn't something he wanted to experience again. Why not, I had asked. "Not sure. I think he likes knowing what's happening. He likes it fierce sometimes, but not all the changes." At the time he had come noisily while Louis was still at work, Graham having moved into position to receive what Nigel conjured up. Louis had shoved his cock in as far as he could while Nigel's body spasmed and pumped into his brother's mouth, but resumed (in gentle mode) when the orgasm was over. The more restrained performance at that end allowed Javid to be more energetic, and soon Nigel's mouth was full of his boyfriend's cum. As soon as it was swallowed Nigel muttered that Louis should speed up - "I need to feel jizz up my arse, so go for it, Louis." Louis did just that, accelerating and pumping furiously for the 30-odd seconds before he delivered. Louis was a noisy comer. It's always better when guys can make as much noise as they need to. In our bell boy days that didn't happen very often, but there was no-one else anywhere near us now. "You enjoyed that, Louis," I said, "let's get you tidied up," and as his cock slipped out I got my lips round it. For once I wasn't going to let Tim beat me to it. Louis's cock had tasted good three days earlier, and I wanted it again. Javid attended to Nigel's arse, enjoying the flavours of Louis that I found so attractive. "Don't they make a happy picture," said Tim, "and what is really nice is that Sam and I will be next. You'll want to work up to having Sam's up you, so I'm going to be first if that's OK with you." Louis looked carefully at Sam's and Tim's cocks, both up and ready for action, and agreed that enjoying them in the order Tim had suggested would be more agreeable. Prince said that Louis might wish to sample what he had to offer after Sam had done his worst. "Hey, guys, l don't mind being fucked - no, that sounds like I don't enjoy it; what I mean is that I'm happy to be fucked by you guys, but I want to fuck some of you as well." I tried to bring some order to the situation. "Let's get some food and drink, then Tim can fuck you and the rest of us can enjoy it. Then you get to fuck another one of us. You don't have to get through all of us tonight - you're going to be invited back." Louis smiled happily. "I like you, Patrick, and I like the way you think. Lead on to the food and drink!" By the time we all fell asleep at around 0100 Louis had fucked Nigel, Graham and me, and had been fucked by Tim, Sam and Javid. Charlie and Prince had extracted a solemn promise from him that their cocks and arses would be at the front of the queue on his next visit. As exhaustion overtook him when he finally came up my arse (a pretty good volume for a third come of the session) he stayed roughly where he was and Charlie climbed in beside us. That was when Louis got his first sight of the tenderness Charlie and I shared. There hadn't been much kissing until then, but the sight of four pairs of lovers saying good-night was one he told me the following morning he had found very touching. As I took him back up to start work he said he'd never been romantically close to anyone - "I fuck them or they fuck me, and that's it" - so that demonstrations of affection, never mind love, were new to him. When I asked if he wanted to come back that night for more he said that he would be delighted. "And if there's another of your colleagues?" That too would be delightful. We agreed to meet at the usual place at the usual time. I collared Aaron in the cafeteria and gave him the same message. He was intrigued that he would have a companion. "Maybe the two of us can fuck all eight of you." It seemed a distinct possibility, I thought, but maybe not all in the same night. ***** Ryan was curious that Charlie was continually taking food and beer down. "What are you all doing down there?" he asked that morning. I saw no reason not to tell him. "We've been entertaining a few of the Yankee carpenters who've shown an interest in what lies inside our trousers," I said, "and we've got two coming for seconds tonight. Do you want to join us?" Ryan thought it might be fun. "Oh, it'll be fun all right. One of them, Aaron, is keen on piss. I don't know about Louis because it never came up last night." "You mean you had one in all last night and you're dragging the poor bastard back for more without giving him a night's rest?" I nodded, "yes, war's a terrible thing. Now are you coming, or aren't you?" "Of course. Someone has to keep an eye on all the food and drink you're squirreling away. When does the party start?" I explained that they knocked off at 1700 and that the rendezvous was in the Deck 5 toilets at 1715. "I bring them down here and we start when they get here. Why don't you come down at 1715? Are you off duty then?" "No, I don't finish until 1830." "Well, come down when you can. You know where we'll be." "I do indeed, Patrick." At 1710 I was on station again waiting for Aaron and Louis. I hoped they wouldn't both appear at the same time as they didn't know each other, and might avoid coming into the toilet if they saw the other one making for the same place. I should have known better as they both came in together laughing. "Are we who you're expecting, Patrick?" said Aaron. I said that it was so, and introduced them. "Come on down, boys. There's only two of you, Aaron, as the third one was a dead loss." "Why? What went wrong?" I explained as we went down that where we played we expected to fuck the guys as well as get fucked, and Duane wasn't allowing anything up his arse. We were greeted with raucous whoops by the rest of the gang, naked as befitted good hosts. The two of them were soon in the same state, as was I. Aaron said that something had interested him when he had spent the night before. "How old are you guys - 17, 18? How come you're not hairy like Louis and me?" "You know what we were before the War, right? Tim and I were only 14 when we started, but the others were 16, so they were hairy and we were beautiful and smooth. When we started to sprout it made sense to stay younger-looking as we got a lot more business. We got one of the men to shave us. Then after he'd shaved us a few times we started to shave ourselves - well, each other. You can't shave your own arse very easily." Louis then inevitably asked what we'd been before the War and he too was made to swear before being told. "And you let the passengers fuck you?" "No, Louis, we positively encouraged them to do so," said Tim, "and we were bloody good at it." Louis was intrigued about the details, but nobody felt inclined to go further. "Time for talk later," said Sam, "right now it's time for action. I want someone to fuck me." "Me too," said Charlie, "choose, you two." Aaron and Louis chose the one nearest them, Aaron getting Sam and Louis, as promised, Charlie. "Come on, Louis," said Aaron, "let's get into these gorgeous-looking asses." They each got comfortable on their backs on one of the beds and beckoned to the lucky boy. "On you get, Sam," said Aaron, "I want to get at you." So romantic, I thought. Tim pushed me towards Charlie. "This one's mine," he said. I decided to be a bit more adventurous with Louis. Charlie knelt over Louis's cock and lowered himself onto it as Louis held it steady. It went all the way in smoothly. "God, I love the way you guys are greased up; my cock slides in like it's meant to be up there." I didn't feel this was the time for a serious discussion about the choices we all had made about how we expressed, and practised, our sexuality, but as far as Charlie and I were concerned our arses were definitely meant for cocks to venture into. The shape was right, the size was right, the sensations were right - what possible argument was there to the contrary? OK, shit came out of arses, but piss came out of cocks. The expression `go figure' was not at that time known to me, but it neatly captured what we felt. Once Louis was neatly tucked in I joined the party by kneeling over hiss chest facing Charlie. I reached forward to kiss him - "let's enjoy this together" - and lowered myself so that my arse was only a few inches from Louis's mouth. Naturally with such a sexy sight in front of him he was unable to resist. "I gotta check this shaving, Patrick, `n see if your ass is really smooth." A little squirming encouraged him in this venture and I soon felt the tip of his tongue running along my perineum. "Mmm, that's hot, Louis. More." More I got as his tongue entered more fully into the spirit of things. Louis began to fuck Charlie with long rhythmical strokes matching the lapping of his tongue. I reached forward to get Charlie's cock in my mouth, but it was hard to keep it there: the geometry was wrong. Instead I stroked it, revelling for the millionth time in how beautiful it was and how much I loved every aspect of it - its heat, its hardness, its softness at the same time, its - oh, I don't know - every fucking thing about it. I wanted it in every part of me, and I knew that before the night ended my desire would be met. I could be patient as I watched Louis bring my lover closer to his first cum of the night. Louis wasn't doing this on his own - I had turned my stroking into long wanking strokes. "Close, Patrick, harder," he murmured. Usually I'd do this from the side so that the guy underneath could see the spunk fly, but this wasn't just anybody being fucked - it was Charlie and I suddenly felt a need for him to cum onto me. Besides, what Louis was doing to my arse was pretty good too. All too soon Charlie groaned and leaned back as the first rope of distilled joy poured out up onto my chest. Two, three, four ... "Oh fuck, Charlie," growled Louis, "your ass is so tight when you jizz, I love it," and he accelerated, hoping to start his own orgasm while Charlie was still high from his. I scooped up the lines of joy and consumed half of them, cementing yet again my absorption into Charlie and his into me. Then I scooted round, still kneeling but now facing Louis. I used the rest of my handful as lube for a fierce wank. I looked a question at him and he nodded, opening his mouth invitingly. Thus it was that the coincident orgasms were not his and Charlie's but his and mine. Well, not precisely coincident. He came two or three seconds before me, filling Charlie's arse moments before I filled his mouth. I kept my cock in his mouth and felt his tongue caressing my cock head as it wilted. I was dimly conscious of approving sounds, and as I took my cock out and got up I could see Prince and Graham grinning happily. "That was some threesome," said Prince, "it's so much better with your boyfriend, isn't it." Nods from Charlie and me. On the other bed there seemed an equally satisfied threesome, closely watched by Nigel and Javid. "We're next," said Javid, "with Louis, when he's got his strength back." There was a panic-stricken moment when Ryan came in then. "Don't worry, guys," said Sam, "this is Ryan and he's part of the party. As well as being the one who taught us about shaving he's also the one you have to thank for the food and drink. Ryan, the one with Patrick and Charlie is Louis, and this one's Aaron." "Hi, Aaron, Louis. You look as though you've finished round 1, so why don't we all go next door for something to eat." And Ryan quickly undressed and led the way. The sight of food and drink brought us back to baser appetites. Aaron was pleased at the quantity of beer laid on. "I look forward to seeing that again," he said brightly, helping himself to a bottle. Ryan's eyebrows shot up. "Have you been more adventurous than usual with him, lads?" The eight nods from the eight lads told him all he needed to know. Louis, who hadn't a clue what this was about, drank his beer unaware. "What about this one?" said Ryan quietly to Prince, who was standing next to him. "It didn't happen," said Prince, "so we don't know. Soon will though," and he took a second beer to go with the round of beef sandwiches he had in his other hand. It was funny that all eleven of us, all naked and all there for a night of unrestrained fucking, were completely limp in the cock department. No-one was even groping the nearest arse. That didn't happen until the second beer was but a memory and enough food had been eaten to get us at least to 2200. It was then 1900. "Grab another beer and come back next door," I said. "I need a piss," said Aaron, "are we ... you know ...?" Tim, who could always be relied upon to be direct, asked whether Aaron's need was overwhelming, or could he wait a bit longer. Aaron said that a delay of perhaps 15 minutes might be arranged. "I need a piss too," said Louis, "is there a john here?" Four twins saw it as their duty to show Louis where the john was: although the term was new to us its meaning was all to obvious, as Louis's cock was filling nicely. "Why are you all here?" "The same reason I'm here, I guess," said Aaron. "Louis, you see how weird these lids are, fucking complete strangers and all. Well, they're stranger than you think. They do nasty things like this," and without warning he aimed his cock at Nigel and let fly. Nigel shuddered with delight, "oooh! God, Aaron, that's so hot." Louis was startled - not repelled, I was glad to see - and watched fascinated as Nigel started to piss on Aaron's cock and balls, the torrents running down both their legs. "It's fun, Louis, but you don't have to if you don't want to," said Graham, patiently waiting his turn to soak Aaron - or anyone else who looked willing. Louis's astonishment was complete when Nigel knelt and took Aaron's cock - still pissing - into his mouth. "Shit! he's drinking it!" Graham said that that was what Aaron had meant earlier when he said he wanted to see it again, "except he meant to say 'drinking it again'. He will in a minute. Watch." It took Aaron another half minute or so until his bladder had emptied itself, Then he looked at Graham. "Seconds?" Graham nodded and started to piss on Aaron who immediately knelt and consumed most of the beer Graham had already drunk. Louis looked at Tim and me. "Do you do this too?" "Oh, brother, do we just!" said Tim, do you want to join in, because if not Patrick and I need to get on with it." He whispered something in my ear but I shook my head. "Not this time, just basic stuff. Maybe another night." Tim shrugged, accepting a deferral for a day or two. When Graham and Aaron had finished they stood back and let Tim and me take their place under one of the showers. We stood facing each other, our cocks in our hands, foreskins pulled back. Without warning I started to piss high up on Tim's chest and a couple of seconds later he started too. After 20 seconds I said "stop" and with some difficulty we both dribbled to a halt. "69," said Nigel. Tim and I exchanged a nod and we got down, but not one on top of the other - if Louis was going to be persuaded to cross the line he would need to see piss on skin, not piss going down throat. So we lay side by side, cocks opposite chests. Tim started first this time, and I held my cock in one hand while rubbing the hot stream into my skin with the other. It was at that point that Ryan and the other four came in. "We thought we'd give you a few minutes of private time, but we all need to piss too," said Javid, immediately standing over Mulloy twins and hosing indiscriminately. "Oh fuck it," muttered Louis, "if I don't do this now I never will. What are the rules?" "Where you like when you like," said Charlie and Sam almost in unison. "But don't just spray it about," said Prince, "some of us might like a private tasting." Fifteen minutes later, after we had all showered and we were back on the beds in cabin 1 Aaron turned to Louis. "Well?" "I aint pissed with other guys since I was about 8 years old," he said, "and I wasn't sure I wanted to. But I'm damn glad I did. Doubt if it'll happen again though." I pointed out that he would be welcome - they both would - to make further visits at least until their work was done. "We quit on Saturday," said Aaron (it was then Wednesday), "so we aint got much time." "Let's stop talking and get back to fucking then," said Prince, who had been a spectator until then. "I need to fuck one of you, and I need the other one to fuck me." Truly Prince was reborn. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 116 as Prince gets what he wants. 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. ===============================================================================