Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2019 23:11:27 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys 118 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 118 The four of us were in Cabin 1 - Tom and Felix together, both naked, on Tim's bed; I, naked, on mine. Javid was in the process of getting his kit off: as I had said, the boys had never seen a brown cock and Javid was enjoying the prospect of displaying the first of those exotic things to them. The exotic thing, when revealed, was soft. "You can touch it if you like," said Javid. I thought, though I said nothing, that it wouldn't just be Tom and Felix who liked. "Can we?" said Felix somewhat hesitantly, looking at me. "Felix, I'm not here to give you permission. Remember the rule: you do what you like unless the other person says 'no'. Javid has invited you to touch it, so go ahead." Both boys attended to the task. As neither was circumcised Javid's foreskin was nothing new, but its colour and the colour of Javid's cockhead were marvelled at. Tom, remembering the intense pleasure he had experienced when his cock was in my mouth, asked if he could lick it. "Don't you listen, dummy," said Felix, "if you want to lick it, lick it. Javid looks as though he's not about to tell you to stop." It was true: Javid was signalling considerable interest in what Tom was proposing. Once both boys had sampled the taste and texture of Javid's cock they sat back, looking happy. "I know what I want," said Felix. "Me too," added Tom. At last, I thought. I explained to Javid what had already happened, and that I'd suggested that our cabins might be available to them if they wanted somewhere outwith parental ken to pass the odd hour during the voyage. Javid grinned. "That was very thoughtful, Patrick. Maybe if we ask them nicely we'll be allowed to join it sometimes." There are few things which break the ice in a new relationship more swiftly that some guy letting you lick his cock, and the earlier diffidence shown by Tom and Felix had gone forever. So much so that Felix expressed the hope (in the context of their allowing some of us to join them in acts of sin) that he "fucking well hoped so." It would not be the last time that that word was uttered by the boys before we reached Sydney. "You were saying," I said. Felix took up the running. "We met a month ago and it took us three nights sharing a bedroom before things got out of hand," Tom burst out laughing. "In hand, you mean." Felix ignored him. "Each of us wanted to jack off, but we were both embarrassed to do it with the other guy listening. What we hadn't worked out was that the other guy felt the same. By the fifth night the other guy wasn't just listening: he was watching. Seeing your own jizz fly out onto your belly is fun, but seeing another guy's is awesome." Tom added that on the seventh night watching was felt to be a bit tame. "We did each other, and that was fantastic." Without a detailed discussion - and this was not the time - I couldn't be sure whether 'fantastic' was better than 'awesome', but it seemed likely. It was, however, abundantly clear that being sucked off and jizzing (or, as it might be, coming) in another guy's mouth put all these earlier activities wholly in the shade. "Being sucked was the best," said Felix simply, "and we'd like a lot more of that." I smiled. "You've come to the right place then, boys. All eight of us are the best cock suckers on Queen Mary, and not only that - we're the best teachers as well. Tell me, will you be seeing each other after we get to Sydney?" Tom thought it likely as he said they would probably be staying in temporary places while their fathers did whatever fathers did. "In that case you'll need to know about 69ing," said Javid. Blank looks greeted this, so Javid and I proceeded to show them. Four 13-year-old eyes appeared as if on stalks. "Fuck!" breathed Felix, "that looks super hot. Do you jizz in his mouth?" We broke apart - the last thing Javid or I wanted right then was sex with each other - "yes, why not? Have you never tasted it?" Another gap in their education opened up, but I decided that they ought to be left with something to look forward to. "OK, we're beginning to get a list of what you want. You want to have someone sucking you off - we can do that all right. You want to learn how to suck a guy off, and do 69 - yes. What else?" I wanted to see whether anything 'else' had occurred to them yet, but it was apparent that it hadn't. We had over two weeks to make sure it did. It was well after 1600. "Tell you what" I said, "we'll send you back to your parents in 20 minutes. Before then you get a lecture, and then you get a reward. How does that seem?" Two enthusiastic nods, although I suspected this was more because of the promised rewards than the threatened lecture. "Here's the lecture. Your parents mustn't get the tiniest sniff of the idea that you are up to anything with us, so you can't come down here too often. On the other hand they'll be only too happy that you aren't pestering them saying you're bored, or pissing your sisters off. So spending time exploring the ship and doing 13-year-old non-sex boy things is a good idea. Tell them you've explored somewhere interesting sometimes. We will have to find things that you and the girls can do - things we can show you, parts of the ship, I don't know exactly what - so that your parents don't get the idea that the wicked crew members' only interest is their sons, their sons' cocks and their sons' arses." Tom looked at Felix and Felix looked at Tom. "Told you," said Felix. This couldn't be allowed to pass. "Does that mean that were we to show an interest in your arses - beyond merely admiring them for their beauty and undoubted potential -" (gales of laughter) "- the arses might find that welcome?" Tom said that if that meant would they like us to get interested in their arses then the answer was 'yes'. "I'm sure that can be arranged," I said. "Now tell me, what's the most times you've come in a day?" "Four," said Tom. "Same here," from Felix, "why?" "We don't want you going back to your parents in time for dinner looking as though you've spent the whole afternoon furiously fucking. Parents can tell, you know. After all, though it seems unlikely to boys your age, parents fuck each other, and the fathers will certainly remember what an afternoon's fucking looks like on a male face. So keep it rationed. Are you in the same cabin?" "No, worse luck." "Well, keep it to no more than three a day, and don't let it show. That's almost the end of the lecture. I'll show you Cabin 3 - that's the one you can use if it's just the two of you - but you'll always be welcome here or in Cabin 2 if one of us is here. Since you've met only three of us I'll make sure that all eight of us are here so you can meet them. Can the two of you get down here at 2045? We'll all be off duty then, and dinner will be over. You won't be able to stay long, but 20 minutes or so should be enough. You'll get to see us, and my five colleagues will get to see you - all of you. Now, it's reward time. Felix, bring your nice cock over here. Javid - get going on Tom." Javid and I spent quite a bit longer second time round, pleasing all four of us. As he was getting close Tom panted that this was the best day of his life. "Wait till we do the 69 thing," said Felix. I wasn't going to stop what I was doing, but it passed through my mind that 'the 69 thing' with one of us would probably cause a small explosion when it happened. Tom's panting grew louder. "I'm ... aaah! ... fuck!" and he unloaded into a willing Javid's mouth. Knowing that the two of us were in teaching mode he took his mouth off Tom's cock - already wilting - and, before swallowing, opened it to show the boy the product of his balls. "Wow! did I do all that?" Javid swallowed. "You surely did, Tom, and for a boy who came an hour ago that's a pretty good load. Tasty too." Knowing that there would be a degree of post-cum seepage Javid bent forward again, retracting Tom's foreskin to render him innocent and wholesome. Tom shuddered, "oh God, no-one's licked my cock head after I've come - that's so sensitive," and he eased Javid's head off. "That was great. Thanks, Javid." Felix had the end in sight. When it was done he too was shown the product of his labours. "Can I taste?" As Felix had invited Sam to kiss him properly I wasn't going to hesitate, and before he could draw breath my lips and his were locked, and spunk set out on its journey for the second time. I kept our mouths plastered together after he'd swallowed, and was gratified that Felix was no stranger to tongue music. When we broke apart his eyes were sparking. "You gotta do this, Tom." It was time to send them on their way, but before they went I had one final instruction. "You had a swim today, but please don't say anything about it. If you do your parents will wonder what you wore. Let me bring up the idea of a swim at dinner, and you can look all surprised at the idea. Now get dressed and bugger off." This merry injunction brought a giggle - clearly parental instruction did not use such colloquialisms. "See you here at 2045 remember." They promised that they would remember, and off they went, their balls lighter than they had been, and their hearts fuller. "That was fun," said Javid, "who was swimming?" I explained about the visit to the Bridge and the sudden bright idea that I had had about a swim. "Why mention it at dinner if they were happy to swim naked today - I assume they were naked?" "Yes, they were. Think about it. If they're going to get horny and active then they're going to smell spunky. If they have a shower here before they go back topsides their parents won't know that wet hair wasn't the result of a swim. Besides, we need to involve the three girls sometimes, and a nice swim is a safe way of making sure the parents don't get the real picture." "You've thought it all out, haven't you." I nodded. Senior Former Bell Captains learn a few tricks on the way. ***** Dinner at 1900 was a jolly affair. Tom and Felix were full of the excitement to be had on the Bridge, and described what they had seen in considerable detail. Their post-bridge activities went unmentioned. I thought the right time to say my piece was as I was collecting the plates from the main course. I could see that the three girls were practically wetting themselves with excitement about the forthcoming desserts, the nature of which had been a monumental secret, and one exceedingly hard for them to keep. Thus I could have collected plates stark naked and the three of them wouldn't have noticed. Their parents, unaware of the culinary delights still to come, were thus receptive to my remarks. "The boys enjoyed the Bridge," I said to no-one in particular, "and they asked all sorts of intelligent questions. It was a pleasure to show them secrets that we won't be able to share with anyone else once we start carrying thousands of troops." I left a short pause, as though my next thought had only just occurred to me. I positioned myself directly opposite one of the mothers when I said. "There's a swimming pool on board, you know, and if the children would like to use it there won't be any difficulty. It will be used for training once we leave Sydney, but until then you are the only passengers - and although it's always been for First Class passengers only, I don't think those distinctions apply any more," and I gave what I hoped would be construed as a winning smile. Mother One turned to Mother Two. "What do you think?" "I think it would be fine idea," said Mother Two (the Canadian), "mine can all swim - what about your two?" When it was agreed that all five children could swim safely parental consent was given. "Who will make sure they're all right and behaving themselves, Patrick?" I assured them that Charlie was an accomplished swimmer and that I would make sure that there were always two of us there. "Won't you be skipping your other duties?" asked the Canadian father. I explained that as we were catering for only 80 or so passengers as well as the crew, my duties were light until we reached Sydney, and that Charlie was in the same boat. At that moment Charlie appeared and ill-contained excitement overflowed. The mothers and the fathers (the latter after some prompting) professed themselves delighted at their daughters' home-making skills. It was actually quite hard to work out which of the desserts had been concocted without expert hands, although the decorations on some of the sweets were a bit skew-whiff. Charlie was clearly a star in the eyes of all pre-pubescent females, and indeed of the pre-menopausal ones as well. "Thank you so much, Charlie. What do you say, girls?" Charlie smiled his ever-so-sexy enigmatic smile which, to those who are not his boyfriend, merely looks charming. "It was a pleasure, and they thoroughly enjoyed themselves. The four of us have plans for further surprises." Tom and Felix had very sensibly allowed their sisters to bask in the full glare of parental approval before posing the necessary question. "Can we swim, Dad?" "Patrick, can they swim? Will you allow them to sully your nice First Class pool?" I said that I thought it could be arranged. "After lunch is the best time, say at 1400. If we meet here Charlie and I can take them. There are changing rooms for men and for women, so if they bring swimming things and a towel they can change there." "There you are, children," said Mother One, "see how much there is to do on Queen Mary after all." She turned to me, "I'm afraid they all thought it would be very boring being at sea for three weeks." I smiled, "we'll do our best to make sure they're occupied." There was a snort from Felix, but it was skilfully converted into a sneeze. As they got up to go both fathers made a point of thanking me, and I saw both mothers have a word with Charlie. This was going to be an interesting three weeks. ***** At 2045 there was a tap at the door of Cabin 1. I'd gathered the rest of us, explaining what they needed to know. All five who had yet to make the acquaintance of Tom and Felix were looking forward to doing so, as no doubt were Tom and Felix. I opened the door. "Come in." I introduced everybody. "We all do what we did this afternoon, so there's no secrets. Some of us work longer hours than the others, but there's usually at least one of us down here." Prince said that in view of the fact that we were hosting two such willing passengers there ought to be two of us down here at all times. I said that the boys ought not to be too long before going back, but as we had ten, maybe fifteen minutes, perhaps everybody would like to see what everybody else looked like without clothes. The adventurous Felix said that, having tasted brown, he thought black might be fun too. Prince willingly agreed and as it grew before their very eyes Felix and Tom underwent yet another new experience. However I stopped them short of coming. "We don't want to return these two fine boys to their parents reeking of wickedness," I said, "that's the point about swimming." "Yes," said Tom, "but if we're swimming with the girls how does that help with fooling around with you?" I pointed out that a boy returning with wet hair, acquired after a shower following vigorous sex, was indistinguishable from a boy returning with wet hair from a swim. Tom and Felix grinned happily. "But tomorrow's a real swim," I said, "with the girls, so that they chatter about how nice it all is. Other swims may well not have females present." Tom and Felix grinned even more happily. "Now, it's time you buggered off," I said. They did, but not before each 13-year-old cock had been - briefly but promisingly - inside eight somewhat older mouths. And, because they were well brought-up boys with a sense of good manners, not until each of the eight cocks which lived on Queen Mary had been similarly entertained by young enthusiastic mouths. They left, happy after a day they would never forget, at 2110. Will and co. were due at 2200. Charlie, Tim and I went to collect supplies. There was every chance it would be a busy night, with much call for beer. As soon as we had gone Sam got the other four to help dismantle the sling and re-erect it in the shower, where it was a tight fit. As he said, "it will be a busy night, with much call for recycled beer." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 119 as crew members of various ages enjoy a vigorous night. The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing in 2017, 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. ===============================================================================