Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2019 19:05:07 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys 123 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 =============================================================================== The eagle-eyed among you will have noticed that in Chapter 122 I located Queen Mary as being 600 miles west of Barbados. We were in fact 600 miles east thereof, but I wanted to confuse any lurking U-boats. =============================================================================== Chapter 123 At Dinner that night there was a great surprise. Sam appeared in his uniform and stood formally facing the two fathers. He bowed solemnly and begged to inform them all that he was an emissary from King Neptune. "On His Majesty's instructions I am to summon you all to appear at his Court at midday tomorrow. His Majesty will accept no excuses as he will not permit anyone to enter his Southern Realms without his permission." Sam bowed again, turned round and disappeared. The senior steward, who had seen all this countless times before, stepped forward and said that he would explain. "We will cross the Equator tomorrow - that what he meant by Southern Realms - and there's a tradition on any ship that anyone who is crossing the line for the first time has to subject to a baptism." Mr and Mrs Canada looked alarmed, but I noticed that Tom's parents were smiling - they knew what was coming. "What is going to happen?" said Mrs Canada, "nothing too alarming, I hope." Tom's father said it was all great fun, and all that happened was that they would get wet. "The children will love it," said his wife, safe no doubt in the knowledge that she would not be undergoing baptism. "Michael and I were baptised going to Singapore in 1933," she said. The senior steward, seeing that his moment in the limelight was being taken from him, said that on Queen Mary the ceremony would take place at the stern of Deck 9. "You should wear swimming costumes. Towels and refreshments will be provided. Your cabin steward will have the answers to any last-minute problems," and he withdrew, his speech done. "Patrick, what was that all about?" asked Mrs Canada. I said truthfully that I knew only as much as they did. "We've crossed the Atlantic hundreds of times, but none of us has crossed the Equator before, so I imagine you will have seasoned sea-dogs accompanying you tomorrow." I made a mental note to grill Sam before much longer. Will must have given him the task. Surely the whole ship's crew wouldn't be parading before King Neptune. Over the beer Sam spilled the beans. "Will will dress up as King Neptune. Apparently it's usually the ship's Captain, but there's a War on - that's the Captain's excuse anyway - so he told Will he had to do it. He's been learning what to do, and briefing me." "And not just Sam," said Nigel, "my darling brother and I have spent a happy hour getting into the mermaid costumes." When the hilarity died down the inevitable question - why them? - was answered. "Because we're the sexiest," said Graham. "Being the smallest had something to do with it as well," admitted the other mermaid. "So what happens?" said Prince. Sam said that the whole point was that the victims didn't know, and since all eight of us were technically victims we should all be in the dark. "What about you three then?" said Javid, "how can you be involved if you haven't been done?" "Baptised," said Sam solemnly, but he had no answer. The arcana of the process had not been divulged. "Just all be at the stern of Deck 9 at 1145," he said, "that's what Will wants. They all know about the ceremony, so you won't be expected on duty." That night the four of us in our cabin talked about the next day's ceremony, pressing Sam to tell us all he knew. "Will said he'd tell the three of us what we have to do tomorrow. He's in charge and I think we're just decoration. The twins are mermaids, but I don't know what I'm supposed to be. He said it's fun though." And that was all he knew. We all went to get rid of the beer and get ready for bed. It was nice to cuddle up to Charlie. Sex with Tom and Felix, sex with the others, sex with Charlie, and just being in bed with Charlie, close and warm and loving - all four were different and each was great in its own way. The newness of fucking 13-year-olds, the familiarity of fucking former bell boys, the deep joy of making love with Charlie, and the infinite comfort of just being in his arms - I couldn't have been happier. Charlie murmured in my ear. "Do you realise this is the last night we'll spend together in the Northern Hemisphere for ages?" "Mmm," I said happily, "but there's the whole of the Southern one to look forward to." Lovers talk such rot in bed. ***** The excitement at breakfast was palpable with the children bouncing around teasing each other about what awful things King Neptune might have in store for them. Knowing who King Neptune was didn't help us to guess either - our acquaintance with His Majesty had been made in rather unusual circumstances, after all. At 1130 the five of us not involved on stage, as it were, were down in our cabins getting into our nice skimpy swimming trunks. Naturally we admired each other, so much so that incipient erections soon began to appear. "For God's sake," said Tim, "stop it. We have to set an example." We trooped up to the appointed place, all feeling somewhat foolish. It was odd - every one of us was long accustomed to being naked in so many different circumstances, but walking through the practically deserted ship in trunks was different. When we got there we were the first to arrive. There was a small outdoor pool and a large ornate chair had been set at the edge. Actually it was an ordinary pool-side chair, but it had been draped with green and brown fronds of cloth to look like seaweed (but only if you made an effort and concentrated). Evidently this was King Neptune's throne. A few minutes later the two families arrived, Mr and Mrs Canada and the five children all in swimming gear, Mr and Mrs Oxford looking rather smug in ordinary clothes. "No sign of His Majesty yet," said Mr Canada. He spoke a few seconds too soon, for a strange procession appeared. Two mermaids, differing only from real mermaids in that their feet stuck out of their tails, preceded a tall sea creature dressed all in green carrying an enormous curved shell. He was followed by what must have been King Neptune, a pointed crown atop wild grey locks. He was swathed in greeny-grey cloth covering him from head to foot. He bore a large fearsome-looking trident. We parted to allow the procession to reach the throne. Will, for it was he, stood before us. He nodded to the sea creature who spoke in Sam's voice. "Attend at the Court of King Neptune! He greets you. Do you offer humble submission?" It was clear that a positive response was required, but the King wasn't satisfied with the murmurs which Sam's question produced. I hadn't heard Will roar before, and I wasn't the only one who jumped. "Answer!" he demanded. "Yea, o King," said Prince, who probably knew more kingy talk that the rest of us, none of whom had had a king in the family. Will seemed happy with this, and beamed at Prince. (It was actually quite hard to be sure through all the false seaweedy hair on his face, but I thought it was a beam.) Sam went on. "His Maritime Majesty welcomes you. Step forward if you wish to greet him." I looked at Tim and he looked at me. We both nodded and stepped forward. Got to set an example, after all. "Kneel." We knelt at Will's feet. Some of this was quite familiar, I couldn't help thinking, hoping that my cock would behave. The 17 times table was always available, but on this occasion it wasn't actually needed, not least because when we were kneeling the two mermaids waddled up behind us and tipped the two of us into the pool. In ordinary circumstances had Nigel (my mermaid) or Graham (Tim's) tipped us into a pool their actions would have brought from us imprecations, and views about the likelihood of their parents not having bothered to get married, but luckily neither of us so forgot ourselves. The mermaids slithered into the pool after us and made us stand and face Will. "Welcome," he said, and the mermaids ducked us. It was then Sam's turn to pronounce. "You are now subjects of King Neptune and he appoints you Ambassadors of his Southern realm. Bow to His Majesty." We bowed. The sombre formality of the rite was rather spoiled when Will cried "next" rather as though he was calling forward the next customer in a shoe shop. Tim and I, accompanied by the mermaids (whose tight-fitting attire meant that the newly-created Ambassadors had to help them out) vacated the pool. Javid and Prince stepped back. "Please allow us to be the last, Your Majesty," said Prince (Sam had briefed him, we discovered later). Sam beckoned Felix and Tom forward and the ritual was repeated, with great giggles. The two Canadian girls were next, followed by their parents. Mrs Canada didn't allow a mermaid to push her in, so she slipped in herself, allowing her husband to be tipped in. He so entered into the spirit of the thing that much of the contents of the pool were ejected. The Royal party didn't seem to mind though. Charlie and Susan were next, to Susan's almost uncontrollable delight. Charlie was her hero and could do no wrong. Being ducked by a mermaid was fine provided Charlie was there to save her. Prince and Javid brought up the rear. When the number of Ambassadors reached 10 King Neptune turned to his sea creature. "Are there no more?" "Only your humble servants, Sire," said Sam. "Very well," and Will stepped nimbly forward and tipped the unsuspecting mermaids in. Sam followed them, ducking them both. "I must return to the watery deeps," said Will gravely. "Accompany me," and Sam and the mermaids waddled off after him, leaving the rest of us applauding and cheering. "Well done, everybody," said Mr Oxford. "Gin, I think." He spoke for all - well, nearly all - of us. He had seen what the rest of us had missed - the promised refreshments. The senior steward had opened a little bar near the pool, popular no doubt with pre-war passengers but until now a facility unseen by any of us. There were canapés and nibbles more suitable for the children, as well as a fine array of alcohol. "Would the younger Ambassadors prefer hot cocoa or lemonade?" he asked. Lemonade was the popular choice: had we been crossing the Arctic Circle it might have been different, but even with Queen Mary doing well over 30 knots it was still bloody hot. The four adults all opted for gin (pink, as befitted a nautical occasion, for Mr and Mrs Oxford; the Canadians stuck to martinis) while we unashamedly asked for, and got, our usual beer. Susan commandeered Charlie and the two Canadian girls hovered, hoping that he would have some interesting plans for them. The fond parents smiled happily at this scene, unaware that their sons were plotting with the four of us about when we might meet again. The gins went down, hardly touching the sides, and replenishments were swiftly obtained. "Luncheon will be at 1300," said my colleague, "that will give you time to change." I took the hint, and caught Charlie's eye. "Come along," I said, "we have duties to attend to." The five of us left the passengers to it - and the divide between crew and passengers, absent for half an hour, re-established itself. "Patrick," said Mrs Canada, "who was King Neptune?" I was stuck for a few seconds, but before I could think of anything - I couldn't tell them who he really was - her husband rescued me. "Honey, no-one knows. That's the point of the thing. It's a bit like Santa Claus - you gotta go along with it." Felix nudged Tom and whispered that he was pretty sure that it had been the man who showed them round the bridge. "And his assistant was Sam, I'm certain." At lunch the children were still chattering with excitement, replaying the whole thing over and over again. "I thought you were very brave," said Susan when I doled out her main course, "I would have screamed if I'd been the first to be pushed in." "I expect Charlie made sure you were all right," I said mischievously, "he's very kind and reliable." "Yes, isn't he," she replied earnestly. Felix, next in line, said nothing but smiled. Then he raised his eyebrows in a clear question. I nodded briefly. We would expect company that afternoon. ***** We expected company on most afternoons until we reached Sydney. The eight of us made sure that from 1400 there were always two of us ready to welcome them. We very quickly came to an arrangement that if one or other of them hadn't shown up by 1430 then they weren't able to come that day (or if they did, as was likely given that they were randy 13-year-olds, then it wouldn't be in our presence). By the end of the 20th day of the trip they had been instructed in, and become proficient at, almost all of the lessons we had set out for them in the early days. As far as I knew each of us had fucked both of them at least once (several times, in many cases) and each of them had fucked most of us. According to Sam we were still three days out from Sydney. Over beers that evening we chatted about what fun still remained to be had. Tim banged his empty bottle on the table again. "Are they ready, do you think?" I asked him. He shrugged. "I've no idea. I haven't mentioned it, or even hinted at it. Have any of you?" None of us had. "Well then," he said, "if we don't find out soon we never will. How about this. Tomorrow afternoon there will be four of us - two sets of twins. We'll do all the usual things, get them good and sweaty. Then Patrick and I will take one of them - Felix, I think, as he seems the more adventurous - to the shower and before he knows what's going on You and I will piss on each other." "OK, but only a little. You piss on me and I'll kneel and drink from the tap," I said, "if he's horrified then we have a clear understanding that we've crossed a boundary. But I don't think he'll be horrified. Startled, yes, then curious, then, with any luck, he'll ask to join in. If you two bring Tom in two minutes after us then we might just have a party in there." This plan met with universal approval. "In that case, Senior Former Bell Captain, you and I each need to take a couple of beers down to the cabin." No," I said, "we each need to take a couple of beers and a bottle of juice." "Agreed, wise one." ***** At 1400 the next day Nigel, Graham, Tim and I were waiting in Cabin 1. Waiting in Cabin 3 were four bottles of beer and two bottles of orange squash. Waiting in our bladders were the first four bottles of beer. At 1403 the usual quiet knock and two horny boys came in. By 1404 six naked males were sporting six fine after-lunch erections. "This is twin time," said Tim, grabbing Felix, "and today we're going to spit-roast you." Since the boys had come to regard every new thing that was done to them as being highly pleasurable neither of them was worried by this new excitement. And since neither of them was familiar with the culinary techniques of the aristocracy in 19th Century England the idea of spit-roasting conveyed nothing to them. Each of them got on his back on one of the beds - this was how the afternoons generally started. "Not this time," said Tim, "kneel. It's doggy-fashion today, at least at the rear end." Felix grinned. "Good. I like it that way, and nobody's fucked me from behind for days." We didn't bother with romantic foreplay much, so no sooner was Felix in position than Tim had two fingers up, greasing liberally. "Ready?" "Ready." Tim went in slowly, and once he was all the way in he held it there. It was my turn. "Spit-roasting," I said, "is when you have a cock in you at each end." Felix's smile widened. "I get it," he said, "Tim up my ass and you in my mouth." Tom, on the other bed, was looking with interest. "Is that what I'm getting?" Graham's fingers gave him the answer. "Me in your arse and Nigel up front," he said. I knelt in front of Felix, my cock, foreskin drawn back, glistening wetly inches from his lips. "Beg for it," I whispered. He did. "Give me that fat cock, Patrick, let me suck all the jizz outa your balls." Parental authority would doubtless have rebuked him for neglecting to say 'please', but it wasn't my job to improve his verbal skills - merely his oral ones. In the almost three weeks both boys had become very proficient cock-suckers. This was due as much to the patient teaching of the eight of us as it was to the pupils' hunger for knowledge, and indeed teachers' spunk. When I inched forward to comply with Felix's request I knew that I would enjoy his coaxing tongue as it honed its skills even more. I looked over to the other bed. Graham's cock was buried in Tom's arse and Nigel's was still teasing Tom's lips. I watched as Nigel inched forward, his cock engulfed as was mine. Men and boys on both beds were now fully engaged. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 124 as we continue the spit-roasting and discover whether the boys are interested in the pleasures to be had in the shower. 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. ===============================================================================