Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2019 08:47:20 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 120 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 120 In the lunch queue in the cafeteria the next day the children were excited about the swim. The oldest girl, Tom's sister, said that the two Canadians were desperate to show Tom and her how well they swam. "They can't imagine that anyone else can swim at all," she said. She had a nice smile and would, I decided, break a few hearts in Australia in the next few years. Mine, however, was impervious to her feminine charms. I smiled back, "we'll soon see," I said, smiling brightly the while. "Meet at 1400, remember." "Tom told me that was how you told the time on Queen Mary - why?" As the queue was beginning to build up behind her I said quietly that I would explain all such nautical traditions later, and she went off satisfied. By 1350 everything was cleared, the tables wiped ready for the next onslaught, the children off to their cabins to collect their swimming costumes and towels. I thought we ought not to overdo the hospitality, and I'd persuaded the others that four of us should accompany them. Charlie, held out to the parents as the one who would save any of the children from a watery grave, would have to be one. Sam and I, who had swum with the boys, would be there. The fourth was a toss-up in my mind between Javid and Prince - it would do the girls good to see that brown and black boys got equal treatment on the ship. After some thought I picked Javid. He was generally more relaxed with new people, and I guessed he would be less intimidating for the 8-year-old, who might never have seen a practically naked black man before. Thus at 1355 Sam, Charlie, Javid and I were all sitting at a table by the cafeteria servery with our trunks neatly wrapped in towels. And in case you're wondering, the towels were standard First Class issue from Larry, who said he would be around while we were swimming. I assured him that the girls would be in no sort of danger from us, and that the boys, already exposed to, and willingly embracing, danger would be wise enough to refrain from further dangerous practices while there were six sisterly eyes watching. "Possibly not, but won't the girls be horrified at your cocks?" I said that our cocks would be safely tucked up. "What in?" "Our pants." "Patrick, that's about the daftest thing you've said in months. Jump about in water and your pants'll be round your knees. No doubt that's a good seduction technique if you're after the boys, but you've got over that hurdle. No, what you need is these," and he produced 8 very skimpy silky swimming trunks, the like of which I'd never seen before. "We used to keep a supply of these to sell to First Class passengers. They're American, and are supposedly very stylish. There were very few First Class bodies skinny enough to get into them - most of the passengers were on the large side - so you lot might as well have them." He grinned. "Make sure you get Prince to tuck himself in carefully." The five children appeared, the girls seemingly more excited than the boys. This was hardly surprising as the swim, as far as the boys were concerned, wasn't going to lead anywhere exciting. Despite this they played along, being boisterous and teasing the two Canadian girls - the younger ones - about what they might do to them once they were all in the water. Luckily Charlie's session with them the day before lent him an air of authority, so when he asked them all to calm down, calm reigned. The four of us led them to the pool where Charlie pointed out the girls' changing room. "Leave your clothes there, they'll be all right - there's no-one else here. Come out when you're ready." The six males went to the boys' changing room where I handed out four of Larry's new trunks. "Put these on," I said, "yes, I know we'd rather not, but this swim is important, and you two must play along. No ass-grabbing, Felix." Felix grinned. "You speak Canadian, Patrick." I agreed, and added that there should be no arse-grabbing either. When we ran out to the pool I saw Larry and waved. He waved back, but said nothing. The three girls, hearing splashing, came out quickly and joined us. It was clear that, as their mother had said, all three of the Canadians, even the 8-year-old, were good swimmers. Tom and his sister (Susan, we discovered) could swim, but less well. Charlie satisfied himself that none of them was likely to drown, and after a couple of minutes no longer kept a close watch. Inevitably the younger girls played together, swimming side by side and occasionally breaking off to duck each other or their brother. Felix took this in good part, only retaliating when the younger one ducked him once too often. All this seemed good-natured though. Quite soon the three girls congregated round Charlie, in whom they felt they'd found a kindred spirit. This allowed Sam and Javid to drift towards the other end of the pool with Tom and Francis where I could see heads bent together in conversation. I swam to where Larry was standing, keeping an eye on things. "You don't need to watch," I said, "they're all good swimmers and Charlie can cope if there's an accident." "I wasn't staying to watch," he said, "but to let the girls see I was safe. The time might come when the three of them fancy a swim and your two friends would prefer to get their exercise with you lot. If the girls see me as a familiar part of the scenery they should be happy to swim without male company." I was grateful - I hadn't thought of this. "When we get out I'll make a point of getting you to talk to them. Thanks." "Don't mention it, Patrick, I'm sure you'll find a way of showing your undying gratitude. I rather envy you, by the way. Felix is particularly tasty, isn't he?" Half an hour saw the five of them showing signs that the pool no longer captivated them quite as much. "I'm getting out," I cried, "come and meet Larry - it's his pool." Tom and Felix were quick to follow me out, and Charlie's swimming towards Larry inevitably led his adoring train to swim after him. When everybody was out I told them who Larry was. "This is where I work," he explained, "so I'm here all the time. If any of you would like to come and swim that's fine. If you don't see me when you come in, knock on that door marked `crew' and that's where I'll be. Girls, if the boys are off doing something boring and you want to swim, that's just fine - you don't all have to come." Susan, as the senior female, took it upon herself to respond graciously. "That's really kind, Larry, we'd like that. Tom and Felix keep on about the engines, and we're not interested in them, so maybe we can come here when they're getting all dirty." She spoke truer than she knew. We went our separate ways to dry and change back into our clothes. Charlie offered to take the girls down to the galley again. "I know you five would like time together," he said, "and I'm happy to miss out this time but," and he looked directly at me, "only this time, mind." I kissed him. "Thanks Charlie, I'll make sure we save one of these treasures for you soon." Felix and Tom watched this exchange with interest. "Are you two in love?" asked Felix. "Yes," said Charlie, "we are, but we like to share with the others, and that includes you two." And with that he was gone, calling out to the girls that they should get a move on as he had a treat for them. I motioned to the other four not to get dressed. "Wait until the girls have gone with Charlie," I whispered. Charlie, bless his cotton socks, made their departure audible. I gave them 60 seconds, then cautiously looked out. The place was deserted. Naked I padded across to Larry's door and put my head round. He was there reading. "Come and say hello to Felix and Tom," I said, "that way there's two of them and four of us. Charlie's taken the girls off to make more fancy desserts for their parents, so the coast's clear." Larry carefully marked his place and followed me to the boys' changing room. Felix and Tom were startled when Larry appeared, but Javid quickly told them that Larry knew all about what was going on. "And he doesn't mind?" asked Tom fearfully. Sam turned to Larry, "do you mind, Larry? Do you mind that these naked boys are prancing round in here?" Larry grinned. "I mind very much. I feel like I'm being left out, and it's my pool, remember." Felix relaxed. "I get it," he said, "you're another of Patrick's group who want to play with us, aren't you?" Larry admitted that it was true, lending veracity to this by taking off his sports kit. When he was naked he stood in front of the two boys. "Like what you see?" Two silent nods. "Good. What happens in here stays in here, OK?" Two silent nods, but I was having none of that. "We need to hear 'yes'," I said. Felix and Tom complied. "Is the outer door locked, Larry?" I asked, not knowing whether it would have locked behind Charlie. "I've no idea - go and look," he said. I did, and it wasn't, so I turned the lock. When I got back things had moved on somewhat. Sam was on his knees sucking Tom's cock while Felix was receiving the same treatment from Javid. Larry was sitting on one of the benches watching, his cock (like Sam's and Javid's) harder than it had been several seconds earlier. I reckoned we had an hour before they would need to show up, and at their age that meant two orgasms. Flushed faces following a swim would attract no comment, particularly if, after the girls had gone, they had somehow noticed the keep-fit stuff in the gym next door to the pool. I made a mental note to show them that such a room existed - the story would be useful perhaps. The boys, familiar now with how things were done on Queen Mary, felt under no obligation to warn Sam or Javid that ejaculation was imminent. What they were still too innocent to have worked out was that their entire bodies were giving extremely clear signs of how things were progressing. Each of them was up on his toes, his hands tightly holding the hair of their joy-bringer, their whole bodies rippling as the impulse of thousands of generations of evolution drove them to fuck the warm wet welcoming place in which their cocks were buried. Sam and Javid could sense all of this, and were looking forward to receiving jets of 13-year-old spunk almost as much as the 13-year-olds were to delivering them. While vocal warnings were not given, little cries of 'oh' were increasingly to be heard as the inevitable gradually crept up on them both. At last Tom's moans of 'oh' turned into a feral growl of 'aaaah' as he pushed as far as he could into Sam's mouth and let fly. Sam grabbed Tom's arse with both hands in an attempt to get even more of the boy's cock into his mouth, still pulsing, still trying to pump more spunk even though there was - at least for the time being - no more to pump. Tom, limp, slumped forward over Sam's head. Sam stayed put, allowing his hands to caress Tom's arse. Tom moaned happily, "I like that, Sam, maybe later." This was promising - had the two of them discussed the next step, I wondered. Javid and Felix weren't far behind. Felix was more vocal, and gave a running commentary of the final stages. "I'm close, Javid ... yes... yes, I can feel it starting ... aaah ... aaaah!" and he too shot his load for Javid to swallow. Out of the corner of his eye Javid had seen Tom's reaction to having his arse held, and when he did the same to Javid the boy's reaction was encouraging. "Mmmm, nice," he murmured. Sam and Javid stayed where they were for a minute or two, gently tonguing the softening cocks until they were back to their usual size and slipped out. "Time to talk," I said, and the six of us sat on the benches. "Tom, what did you mean by 'maybe later'?" Tom and Felix exchanged a look. "Go on," said Felix, "he asked you - tell him." Tom took a few seconds to screw up his courage: they may well have talked about it, whatever it was, but it still needed a moment before anything was said. When he started it all came tumbling out quickly. "We talked for hours about what we did with you in your cabin and both of us said it was the best thing ever and you all know so much more than we do and what we did with you was the best thing ever and we want you to do more stuff with us and teach us stuff." He stopped for breath. "Go on," said Felix, "tell him the best bit." Tom drew breath. "And we want to know about fucking." Larry laughed. "Oh, Tom, you have no idea what you've said. These guys are the best teachers I've ever come across, and you couldn't have found better ones if you'd tried." Tom looked relieved - Larry's instant laughter had worried him for a moment. Sam said "exactly what do you want to learn, Tom? How to fuck, or what it's like being fucked? We all do both." Felix replied immediately. "We want to be fucked, because it sounds like it's great, but fucking someone means you jizz up his ass, and that sound fun too." Larry said quietly, "show them what you're like hard, you three," knowing that Sam's would grow prodigiously. The two of them had seen us with hard-ons before, but not in the context of seeing whether they might comfortably - or even uncomfortably - be accommodated in their arses. It took the three of us only a few seconds to be standing in front of them with three erections: Sam at 9 inches, Javid and me at around 7. All three cocks were studied. Felix, evidently the braver, said that he thought it would be a challenge to be fucked by Sam, but that working up to it would be better. That way, he added, he would get two fucks. Larry laughed. "Wait till you see Prince in all his glory," he said, "but maybe you should save him for last." We sat down again. Felix and Tom had a whispered discussion. Tom asked Larry what he did in all this. Larry said gravely that he liked fucking boys just as much as the rest of us, but that it would be wise for them not to bite off more than they could chew. When they had stopped giggling Larry added that he didn't mind having his cock sucked, "especially if I get to feel your cute arses at the same time." Javid said that he felt a plan coming on. "Why don't Patrick and I fuck the two of you? Then, if you're happy with that then Sam can fuck you another day in the cabin." No whispered huddle was needed as both boys nodded keenly. "Now?" said Felix. I nodded, "but you need to know a few things first. It'll hurt at first - not for long though, and if you do what I tell you it'll hurt a lot less. You need plenty of preparation to get your arses good and ready. I have a question - have you put fingers up your arses?" Neither had experimented back there. Luckily my guardian demon had prompted me to put a tube of grease in my pocket - just in case - which I then produced. "Sam, would you and Larry get into one of the positions to show them." Three minutes later both boys had seen for themselves the doggy position, the missionary position, and the guy-getting-fucked-on-top position. "Why are there different ways?" asked Tom. Javid said there were probably a whole lot more, but these would do for lesson 1. "Yes, but why?" I said that different positions let the two people have different experiences. "If you're fucking me and I come, do you want to see it shooting out? You can't if you're fucking me from behind." "Well why would you want to fuck me from behind?" "Because I can reach round and wank you at the same time. Doing it from behind is the best way for a first fuck, because the guy being fucked can ease himself away if it's too deep. That's why Javid and I are going to do it that way today." I explained about fingers and greasing, and ten minutes later both boys were on their backs with their knees by their ears and two fingers - thoroughly greased - well up inside them. Felix whimpered nicely as I gave his prostate a rub. "What was that?" he murmured. I said I would explain later. Neither boy had found the invasion of fingers uncomfortable, a testimony to Javid's and my skill, to the efficacy of the grease, and to the willingness of Felix and Tom to lose their cherries, and to do so with as little delay as possible. "OK, guys, fuck time," I said. "We'll go in slowly. The big thing to remember is that you should push like hell as we do, just like you're having a shit. OK?" "What if I do shit?" asked Felix. "It hasn't happened yet," I said, "so don't worry. All you have to do is push. If it hurts say 'stop' and we'll stop to let you get used to it. You've had bigger things up there before, remember. Now turn over and kneel with your pretty little arses in the air and you shoulders on the mat." The grins from both Felix and Tom suggested that they were looking forward to what was about to happen almost as much as Javid and I were. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 121 as we have further adventures with Tom and Felix. 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. ===============================================================================