Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2019 15:29:38 +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 122 Late that evening, when all of us were off duty, I suggested we all go up and get a beer. I had deliberately not told those who hadn't been there the story of the family swim and its much more interesting aftermath. As far as I could tell none of the other participants had either. At Dinner the children were excited, telling their parents about the swim and the wondrous (and exhausting) treats some of them had discovered in the gym. The fathers had listened to all this, and after the boys finally quietened down the Canadian one asked me whether they might go and see for themselves. I said I would have a word with the man who is in charge and let them know at breakfast. "If he's agreeable we can fix a time then for later in the morning," I said. "We mustn't keep you from your duties," said the Canadian mother. I explained that as breakfast and lunch were taken in the cafeteria, and we were catering for so few passengers, my duties were negligible until it was time to prepare, and then serve, Dinner. The adults seemed happy with this. The girls' excitement grew, as it had the night before, and when Charlie bore in the dessert Susan could contain herself no longer. "Mummy, Daddy, Charlie's got something called a Baked Alaska. We all helped him to make it. It's got meringue and ice cream and all sorts." "Charlie," said her mother, "you are a dear. I hope they're not a nuisance." Charlie assured her that they had been very helpful, and the galley had plenty of room for the four of them to do what was necessary." "Yes, dear, but would have done a Baked Alaska if the girls hadn't been there?" said Mrs Canada. Charlie acknowledged that he would not, but that it was good for him to hone his skills, and with helping hands everybody was happy. I caught his smile: everybody had indeed been happy. When I was clearing the table after they had all gone I went into the galley. "Thank you. We had five happy children and four happy adults, and all thanks to you." "No," he said, "I think we probably had a lot more than four happy adults - you're forgetting us. I get my reward tomorrow, don't forget." How could I? So when the eight of us had our first beer in front of us I suggested that Sam and Javid recount the afternoon's adventures. Then I told my story. "Felix was insatiable when he heard that Sam had fucked Tom after Javid that he insisted on a second fuck after mine. He demanded that Larry do the necessary." "Wow!" said Tim, "how did that go?" "Like an express train," said Javid. "When are they coming for more?" asked Prince, keen to go where others had reported such fun to be had. "They're coming down at 1400 tomorrow. Five of you haven't had time to play with them yet. Who's free then?" Charlie, Prince Javid and I were all involved to a greater or lesser degree with lunch, but by 1430 we'd all be finished. Charlie said that he and Prince could be finished and down by 1400 if Javid and I would stay and finish clearing up - and this was agreed. Charlie had earned it, after all. Sam said he would be on duty all afternoon, "but I've had my go - Tim can take my place." I turned to Tim. "Are you off duty then?" "Yes. I don't go back on until 1600" Graham said that he wouldn't get off until 1600. "If they're still up for it I might manage, but if not there's always the rest of the voyage. There's no hurry, after all." Nigel said that the wireless room operated a very flexible rota, and that so long as two of them were there he could be down to entertain our guests. Sam wondered whether there might not be too many of us. "It was OK having two of us fucking them yesterday, but wouldn't one-on-one be more fun - for them as well as us? If we've got three weeks, or however long it takes, Graham's right - there's no hurry." This was debated back and forward while the second beer was taken on board, and a consensus was reached. Once each of us had 'had a fuck', as my charming brother put it, we would entertain them one-to-one. Tomorrow therefore Charlie, Prince, Tim and Nigel would bat for Queen Mary. Graham seemed happy to defer his pleasure. On the way back down I sought out Larry to fix up the following morning. He agreed that the more the adults got involved with the gym the better it would be for all of us. "Bring them in after breakfast - say at 0930. Introduce them, then bugger off. The less you have to do with the gym arrangements the better. We don't want the parents associating you with anything other than food from now on." Sometimes I forgot that Larry, with Phil, had organized the arrangements for man-on-man passenger jollification before the War. He was just as good at dissembling as I was. ***** The next morning at breakfast I told the fathers that I would meet them in the cafeteria at 0930 and take them to meet Larry. "I'm sorry, but I don't know your names. I'd like to introduce you to Larry, then I will have to leave you." I deliberately kept away from the cabins during the afternoon: it wasn't my party down there. Charlie's grin when he came up to the galley to start preparing at 1700 was nice to see though. "We'll tell you over a beer," he said, "just like yesterday." ***** Conversation at Dinner was dominated by the two fathers who, it turned out, had spent much of the afternoon with Larry. When I had left the three of them that morning they had been amazed at how well-equipped Queen Mary's gym had been. As they were both going to be involved in troop accommodation once we reached Australia they were interested to see what facilities the troops could use. However, with 5,000 or so of them it was obvious that swimming for pleasure, even for only 10 minutes or so, was out of the question. With 50 or so men in for 10 minutes it would take all day to give each of them a turn. It was quickly decided (in Larry's office over a beer) that the pool should be restricted. "Officers only?" said Larry. "Good God, no!" said Mr Canada, "there'd be a riot. No, the military will have to devise special training for some of their men - say up to 200. There's bound to be a need for some sort of more focused fitness than just the general level expected of soldiers." Even at this early stage of the War the first glimmerings of what would become the Commandos were beginning to take shape. The fathers agreed with Larry that they would come and make use of the gym after lunch so that a proper report could be made when they handed over to the military. "Shall we say 1430?" 1430 was agreed. "If you are agreeable we might bring the boys - not tomorrow, but on a later occasion. They were very full of the fun they had here yesterday." Larry kept a poker face. "That would be fine - they're good boys, and three weeks at sea with no-one else to play with is bound to be a bit boring after the initial excitement wears off." At Dinner this was all discussed and the boys made suitably keen faces. It was clear than none of the girls had any interest in the sorts of things their fathers were talking about, so I feared that Charlie might well have to be particularly inventive in keeping them occupied. Sooner or later the boys and their fathers (and, by filling in the available gaps, we) would have to come to an agreed way (some of us covertly) of spending the long empty days at sea. It was now their fifth day out from New York, and we were (so Sam informed us over our beers) that we were about 600 miles west of Barbados. "There's a ceremony planned for the day after tomorrow," he said. "Will told me about it, but it's meant to be a secret." Naturally this caused fourteen ears to flap. "At around 1200 the day after tomorrow we will cross the Equator," he said. This, while being mildly interesting - we'd all heard of the Equator, after all - elicited nothing which could have passed for excitement. "Apparently there's a big maritime tradition, " Sam continued, "that when a ship crosses 'The Line', as Will put it, the Captain holds some kind of ceremony. Will wasn't sure whether the Captain would feel it right for him to do this while there's a War on, but he - the Captain - was apparently very keen that someone should perform the necessary ritual. 'You're the right sort of age', the Captain had said to Will, 'so consider yourself Captain for the necessary half hour. You know how it works', and the Captain had grinned and Will had blushed. I have no idea what it's about though. Will promised to tell me tomorrow." Despite keen questioning it was apparent that Sam knew no more than he had divulged. "It sounds like a big joke, from the way you describe Will and the Captain," said Tim. Sam agreed, but beyond our feeling fairly sure that the ceremony, whatever it was, would likely be fun, we were none the wiser. We sank our second beer and talked about the day's activities. Felix had had the pleasure of entertaining Nigel and Prince (in that order, of course), and had retired full of joy and spunk. Tom had been fucked by Tim and Charlie. Tim said that he thought Tom, while happy to be fucked by experts like himself and his brother-in-law, was more of a top. Felix was undoubtedly a bottom. "If the two of them stay together when they get to Sydney they'll be very happy to provide what the other one wants," he said. I said that each of us should look out for techniques the boys might wish to acquire as the weeks went on and - inevitably - we saw more of them and they became more adventurous. Javid was amazed. "How the hell do you think they're going to be more adventurous?" he demanded. "Seven of us - no, eight if you include Larry - have fucked the two of them. What more can we show them?" It wasn't up to me to answer him. "Come on then, each of you suggest one thing," I said, "go round the table." Charlie was on my right, so he went first. "Really good oral skills." Nigel: "taking their time." Javid: "using their muscles to squeeze the cock fucking them" (nice one, I thought). Sam thought for a bit then, "fisting? Tim and you are the experts - are they ready for that, do you think?" Tim, next to Sam, said he didn't think 'ready' had anything to do with it. "You either like fisting or being fisted, or you don't. It's not something you work up to. They have small arses, but they have small hands too. I'm happy to show them if they want." Graham said that as they boys were clearly keeping the best for last he wasn't really in a position to offer any insights, but if we cared to ask him again the next night he might have something to contribute. Prince said that as Felix had happily - "no, that doesn't give the right degree of enthusiasm" - accepted Larry and himself up his arse there didn't seem to be anything Felix still had to learn in that direction. "There's nothing else I can think of," he said. Tim, on cue, banged his beer bottle (now empty) on the table. "Sure?" he said. Prince's eyes lit up. "Well, maybe that - but not for a few days. Let's get the basics right first. It took me long enough." It was clear that such lessons as might usefully be imparted to Felix and Tom were now mapped out, at least for the coming few days. "There's one thing we've all overlooked," I said. Seven pairs of eyes looked at me. "They haven't fucked any of us yet." I paused, then, "was any arrangement made for tomorrow?" Tim said that Tom had said 'see you tomorrow', but that no time had been set. "Is 1400 OK?" I said, "Graham, you're first in line. Are you free then?" Before he had a chance to reply Tim said that if they both had a quiet word with Francis it would be possible to work something out. "After all, he knows what goes on, and unless you've learnt to keep at it for an hour -" But Tim needed to go no further. Graham and Prince both collapsed in laughter. "If only," Graham managed to wheeze. ***** Breakfast the next day passed without any arrangements being made. The boys knew where to find us, and the less covert contact I had with them at mealtimes, the better. Lunch was different as it was perfectly normal for any of us in the servery to ask how the morning had been - and this applied to all the family. When they came back for their dessert Tom took the chance to ask quietly whether 1400 was on, and I nodded. Good, I thought. Graham, and I were there at 1400 but the boys didn't show up until ten minutes later. A tap on the door and Felix put his head round. "Is it OK?" "Of course, come on," I said, "I don't know who else will be coming, so let's not wait. Graham's keen to get at you." Felix said that he was equally keen to get at Graham, so Tom and I were to be paired off. Once we were all stripped and four hard cocks were displayed Graham took Felix by the hand and practically dragged him to one of the beds. "On your back with your knees by your ears, Felix, I need to get you all warmed up." Felix obliged, as anxious to be warmed as Graham was to warm him. I knew that the warming process would involve a prolonged rimming session, with the likely insertion of fingers, and that it would be some time before Graham got round to fucking him. In the meantime I wanted to explore something with Tom. The two of us were on the other bed and I got on my back and pulled Tom on top of me, cuddling him but not touching his cock. I wanted the next few minutes to be about touching and stroking. And talking. "How would you like to fuck me?" I asked. "Can I?" "Of course. You know how it works - you can ask for anything here and if the other person's happy then you do it. Have you fucked Felix?" He had not, nor had he fucked anyone else. "OK, now's your chance. Do you want me to tell you what to do, or have you been fucked often enough in the last three days to have a good idea yourself?" Tom said, rather seriously, that he would like to try but if he got it wrong I was to help. I assured him that I would give all the assistance that seemed necessary. I reached over and gave him the grease. "Don't use it yet, but there it is when you need it." I bent my head and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. "Go, Tiger." Like any other 13-year-old faced with the threshold-crossing event of his first fuck he made a hopeless mess of it - literally so. I was on my back with my arse held invitingly open (and easy to enter) and I felt him rubbing his cock head against my hole, then "oh fuck! Patrick, I'm ..." and I felt the entirely pleasurable sensation of spunk being vigorously squirted at, but not in, my arsehole. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he moaned. "Sssh! It doesn't matter - it often happens when you're too excited. You can try again in 15 minutes - it really doesn't matter. Why don't you get down there and clean up the mess you made?" He looked and when he saw I was smiling he relaxed. "You don't mind?" "Tom, of course I don't. I told you - it happens. But that nice warm spunk is getting cold - get down and share it with me." "You did this with Felix. Is it nice?" I was tempted to say 'suck it and see', but resisted. "There's only one way to find out." Three seconds later I felt a warm tongue tentatively sampling the wetness in my arse crack. Three seconds after that the tongue was no longer tentative. Three seconds after that I said, "leave some for me". Ten seconds after that a good proportion of Tom's spunk was in my mouth - the rest was in his, or already in his stomach. After a little while we broke apart. "It doesn't taste nasty," he said critically. I said that I agreed, adding that different boys - men too - tasted different. "Mine tastes of almonds, I was once told." On the other bed Graham was in and well on the way, so we paused to watch. The sight of activity would get Tom horny again, and - as with falling of a bike - it was important to get back on and put the memory behind him. I sat him on my lap so that my cock was pressed in his crack. "That's going to be you as soon as they've finished," I said, "just think how hot it'll be with your cock deep inside my arse when you plant the next load. One in my mouth and one up my arse." He giggled. "Yeah. You get me hot talking like that." I know, I thought, I've done this a few thousand times before. Still, it was a long time since I'd been fucked by someone his age. I reached round to check: yes, ready to go. He turned away from the action on the other bed. "Can we ...?" "Yes," I said. And we did. He lasted about five minutes. By then they'd finished on the other bed. While we were still in the after-glow I asked Felix and Tom whether they wanted to fuck each other. "Not right now," I said, "but another day. You can come down here if you want. Think about it." Thinking wasn't required, for a discussion immediately took place. "I think it's a great idea," said Felix, "you fuck me one day and I fuck you the next." Tom nodded happily - Tom, the experienced fucker, Tom who was going to get to fuck Felix the next day, Tom whose bedpost was metaphorically gathering notches before his eyes. "The only condition is that one of us had to be here. OK?" Both of them nodded - any condition was going to be acceptable if they could find a safe place to fuck each other. Felix made a move to the shower. I stopped him. "What?" he said. "Think, Felix. Forget your cock - let your head think. Why is your hair going to be damp?" "Because I've been swimming." "And where might your father be right now?" "Fuck. I hadn't thought of that." "Both of you must be more careful. This is what you'll do. Go to your cabins, get your swimming stuff and a towel and go up to the pool. If your fathers are there just say you need a swim, change and get in before they sense you've been up to mischief. If there's no-one there have a swim anyway. If anyone asks you what you're playing at remember it's much better to ask forgiveness that to ask permission. Tell Larry I sent you if you need to. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 123 as we have continue our adventures with Tom and Felix, and meet a King. 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. ===============================================================================