Date: Fri, 10 May 2019 07:05:35 +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 148 Charlie's work on Eddie's nipples was evidently welcome, as was what I was up to - or down to - elsewhere. Eddie was moaning insistently to his Saviour that things were good and, indeed, had rarely, if ever, been better. Charlie and I exchanged a brief smile over the landscape, largely occupied by Eddie's cock and the hand (his) which was stroking it. "Don't you dare wank!" I said, "it'll stunt your growth." "Too late," said Charlie, "from the size of him he's been busy stunting for several years." Eddie snorted, which at least took his mind off the urgent need for an orgasm, if only for a few moments. "Fuck me, Patrick," he pleaded, "I'm here all night, but I need to be fucked right now. Please." Faced with such an earnest entreaty, delivered with such sincerity, I found it hard to resist. As he had reminded us, he was with us for the night, so a more leisured fuck would doubtless be coming his way from Charlie. I therefore gave him my Duke of Wellington Special, the result of which was a lot of noise from him and the delivery of several rounds right in the centre of the target a mere three minutes after the gun was lined up. "Fuck, Patrick, you are fierce!" he said in a tone of delight mixed with reverence. I inferred that he was happy with my performance. "Sloppy seconds, Eddie?" said Charlie. "Mmm." The Highlanders always approach their prey stealthily, but on this occasion Charlie chose to deny himself for Eddie's greater enjoyment. After all, the whole point of sloppy seconds is that the second entry follows the first while the recent deposits are still gently sliding down the walls under gravity. So Charlie entered upon his task with no preparation: instead Eddie felt all those wonderful hot inches steaming slowly ever further in until at last they could go no further. "Like that, Eddie?" "Mmm. Now make it last, Charlie." Charlie grinned. He knew, and I knew, that his stamina is his strong suit. I sat back to enjoy it. Eddie came after about 20 minutes, arching his back to give his jetting spunk a few extra millimetres of travel. I had severely mixed emotion when he did so. The fountain was spectacular, but the first two jets landed in the boy's bloody hair, and there was no way they could be dealt with before they got sticky. Fuck! I thought - this is becoming a habit. Another 15 minutes passed and Charlie started to breath heavily. I knew he was nearly there so I got up to be near - I had no idea where delivery might be made and I wanted to catch anything - from whichever source - which might be headed for Eddie's hair. "Aaaah!" cried Charlie, planting himself deep and pulsing safely out of harm's way. "Aaah" cried Eddie, whose right hand strayed to his purple cock to give it the few hard strokes needed for a second spunking - this time happily of less pressure. Happily, because of course it landed where I was waiting. Eddie's nipples got more attention, as did his belly and, when it had softened, his cock, still slippery after 40-odd minutes of precum and spunk. "That was fun," I said, and both of them nodded weakly. Charlie's cock slipped out, so I sprang back to duty. "I expect that was fun too," said Eddie. After a nice half hour wrapped up cosily together Eddie whispered to me, "what about this fisting then? Are you going to teach me?" "Sure?" I said. He nodded vigorously. "OK then. Charlie, let me get at you first so that Eddie can see what's going on." Charlie uncoiled himself and knelt, his head on the pillow and his arse in the air. "Come round here, Eddie. Watch." I wasn't planning to do any more than just get my fist in, maybe a couple of inches past my wrist. My hands aren't as neat as they were when I was 16 and Charlie and I no longer fisted much anyway. "Just for a couple of minutes," I whispered to Charlie. "OK, I trust you." As my hand went in so Eddie's eyes came out on stalks. "Wow!" he breathed, "that looks so hot. Doesn't it hurt, Charlie?" "A bit at first, but that was over 30 years ago, so I've rather got used to it by now. OK, Patrick, that's enough. Eddie's seen what happens. Out you come." Charlie got up - poor old man, he's past this kind of thing really - and I took his place. "Stick three fingers in Eddie," I said, "and wriggle them around. Get me all excited, find my prostate - you know what that is?" Eddie didn't need to say anything, for his fingers did the talking. They talked very nicely and I was hard pretty swiftly. Charlie murmured appreciation. "He's good, this one, Patrick." After two or three minutes I felt that I was ready for Eddie to take the next step. "Show him how to make a fist, Charlie." Charlie did, pointing out how his thumb tucked neatly out of the way. "You needs lots of lube," he added, coating Eddie's right hand with enough to launch if not a battleship then certainly a well-aimed fist. "Now push your four fingers in until your knuckles are just outside, then pause and give the guy you're fisting time to relax. It's vital that I push hard at the same moment you push in, so give me warning. It sounds crazy to have me pushing you out, but trust me - I know how arses work." Eddie rather gingerly put his hand where I had directed. "Now remember, Eddie, you're not the first up there, so don't think I'm going to split. Three, two, one, GO!" I pushed, he pushed, his whole hand popped in - to his great surprise - and I groaned. "Oh fuck, I've hurt you - sorry, sorry!" he cried. Charlie laughed. "That was a groan of pleasure, Eddie, you can push in as far as you can now, but go slowly and stop when he tells you." Twenty minutes later Eddie had decided that he knew enough to be let loose on the others. Fifteen of those twenty had been spent perfecting his technique on, or rather in, Charlie. Both of us gave him high marks. Sleep took over, and we found Eddie a very tactile bed companion. A rather lively one in the morning too. I am not at my best first thing, but a boy's lips and tongue on my cock can wake me up pretty swiftly. ***** The following night Adam and Bruce were scheduled for our pleasure. While each of them was nice and sexy, and performed with skill, neither of them came close to Felix and Colin for sheer sexual energy, nor to Eddie for cuteness. Or maybe two middle-aged queers were just a little bit jaded with such varied fare to sample. ***** Later that day I suggested to Charlie that now was the time to take Project George to the next stage. "Come on then, I want to see this." We went to find him and, as expected, he was in the bar alone. "Buy us a drink, George," I said cheerfully, "we need a pow-wow." He had no need to ask what we wanted, and three minutes later his gin was refreshed, and Charlie's white and my red wines were beckoning. "Well." "George, how many of these boys have you enjoyed since we left?" "All of them, like you two, no doubt. But at least I had each one all to myself." I grinned, "let me ask you directly. You know me, I don't beat about the bush." George smiled. "That was my impression right from when you first interviewed us nearly 30 years ago. What is it?" "Have you felt for any of them the way you felt for Kevin?" "Good God no! Kevin is special, very special. These boys are great at what they do - what we used to do - but Kevin, although he's a fucking marvel in bed, is more than a bit of a marvel in my heart. I don't suppose either of you was unaware of that." Charlie nodded, "that's what we thought, and that what the pow-wow, as Patrick put it, is about. Go on, Patrick." "Here's another direct question, George," I said, "what would you really want with Kevin?" George paused, and after a few moments said quietly, "I want him to live with me, like Vin did. I've missed Vin desperately, but over the several days since we left Kevin on the pavement I've talked a lot to Vin in my head - I've always done that since ... you know. I'm ready to love someone again, and I'm sure that Vin is giving his blessing. So the simple answer, Patrick, is that I love Kevin and I want him to be with me. And so that you don't have to ask, he told me he feels the same. That second night we did a lot of talking." Charlie smiled. "So did we all those years ago. It's a good way to spend the night, especially if what you're talking about is how you feel about the boy in whose arms you're lying, and who you know is going to fuck you the minute you've stopped talking." It was George's turn to smile. "That sounds very familiar, Charlie. Where's all this going, Patrick?" "Nowhere," I lied, "we just wanted to be sure about our employee. We're very protective employers, you know." Later, when Charlie and I were back in our stateroom, he asked me what the next step should be. "Well, we know what he wants. How happy are we with that? If he and Kevin are a couple will Kevin still want to work for us? Will you still want him in the kitchen? This arrangement has four people in, and four people, what's more, with complicated relationships." "I've thought about that. If Kevin was living at home with his parents and coming in to work each day we'd have managed with that. No, don't stop me, I know we wouldn't have employed him unless he was going to share our bed. Humour me. Suppose instead of living with his parents and coming in to work each day he lives with George and comes in to work each day. How about that?" "It would work from the restaurant's point of view, but you and I might have to start looking for another boy." "Wouldn't we have to do that anyway in a year or two? There's no way I can teach Kevin the things he's capable of, and it would be unkind not to encourage him to find his full potential. We have to let him go, Patrick. If he stays on till the spring he can maybe find a successor, just as Robert found him. But we're jumping too far ahead. What needs to be done now, today?" "He's got a Passport. We know when we're due at Long Beach. If we fix an airline ticket from London to Los Angeles the day before, and book hotel rooms he can be at the bottom of the gangway when we arrive. It's up to them how they live the rest of their lives." "We can afford that?" "Yes, just about. It's the least we can do for an old friend, and we've always prided ourselves on how good we are to the staff." "Will you fix it up then?" "I will and, by the way, MacKenzie - I love you and I love the kindness you show to everybody." "You daft bugger, Mulloy, I get that from you, like so much else." I went to the wireless room to send several telegrams. The first, to Kevin, was simple. "PLANS CHANGE STOP NEED YOU IN LOS ANGELES STOP WILL ARRANGE AIR TICKET TRAVEL IN 3 WEEKS PATRICK." I wired BOAC about tickets and booked Kevin a seat on a direct flight arriving in LA the day before we did, and arranged for the ticket to be sent to him. They were a bit unhappy about a minor travelling on his own, but I assured them that he was my employee and would be bringing important material with him. They were happy with that - just as well, because I certainly wasn't going to tell them exactly what important material he would be bringing. Heart, arse, cock, you know what's important. I then wired a good hotel near Long Beach (on the recommendation of the Purser) and booked a double room for three nights from the day Kevin would arrive and another for two nights from the following day. Duty done, and new-fangled credit card much stressed, I went in search of Charlie. "All done. It'll be interesting to see Kevin's reply." Kevin's reply (I had pre-paid, as before) was succinct. "WOW YOU ARE A STAR PATRICK DOES GEORGE KNOW LOVE KEVIN." "What will you say?" asked Charlie. "To George, nothing. It's got to be a surprise. The hug at the bottom of the gangway is something I'm already looking forward to. To Kevin I shall simply say that it's to be a surprise." The reply from BOAC confirming Kevin's flight and advising me of the cost contained a worrying thing I'd completely overlooked. They noted, purely as a matter of routine, they said, that Kevin would of course require a US visa in his Passport. Damn, I thought, I can't fix that from the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. So it was back up to the wireless room where I wired our accountant. "KEVIN JOINING US LA STOP PLEASE GET HIM A VISA SORRY PATRICK." It was a nervous three hours until a reply came back. "OK WILL COST YOU BIG BOTTLE SCOTCH BRIAN." I reported to Charlie that the crisis had been averted, and we could all now relax and continue to sample the treats awaiting us. So far we had entertained, as a duo, Felix, Colin, Dustin. Eddie, Adam and Bruce (completing the first round). Felix, who had been assigned to us as our maitre d', as it were, visited us in a formal capacity at 10 in the morning after our night with Adam and Bruce. "Now that you have tried all six of us, you get to choose how you want to enjoy the treats we provide for the rest of the voyage. You can have me every night, or one of the others, or you can chop and change. The other five of us are having the same conversation with your friends. If there's any dispute - suppose all nine of you want me, for instance - then we'll try to resolve it without violence." Charlie turned to me. "Things have changed since you were running things, haven't they?" "Felix, there something I want to know. When we were bell boys before the War and letting passengers fuck us the passengers had to pay. We got some of it, but James got the rest. Who is paying you for the use we are making of your gorgeous arse?" "I don't know where the money's coming from, but each of us is getting £500 for all the fun we'll have between Southampton and Long Beach. That's as well as our wages, of course. Now what about your requirements, gentlemen?" I looked at Charlie. "Do you fancy the odd solo night now and again?" "No, but I don't mind each of us having one of these nice boys - a foursome, or maybe two twosomes, depending how things go." "Is that on, Felix?" "Anything's `on', Patrick. £500 buys you a lot of fucking, and, trust me, all six of us are as up for it as you lot were at our age. We've heard a lot of stories between energetic bouts over the last week. Some of what you all seem to have got up to hasn't happened yet, but we live in hope." "What can the child possibly mean, Charlie? It can't be ... no, surely not." Felix's eyes swivelled towards the bathroom and a wicked grin made itself visible. "You and Tim were the experts, I gather," he said. I nodded. "All of you?" It was Felix's turn to nod. Three satisfied smiles greeted this news. Charlie and I conferred briefly, although there was little need to do so. "What we would like is you and Colin," I said, "is that possible?" "I don't see why not. I can't be definite until we six meet before lunch, but unless someone else wants us we're yours. The three of us stood up; the business meeting was clearly at an end. The kisses and hugs occupied us for a few minutes. Felix's cock was rigid - I felt it and he wriggled happily. Charlie and I take a bit longer, but by the time the boy left us we were both ready for action. Charlie looked at me, and I looked at him. "Why not?" We hadn't made love at 11 in the morning for ages. It was nice. Felix returned - we were still in bed, but in that happy afterwards state - with the news that our wishes didn't clash to any great extent with anyone else's. "To any great extent?" I said. "Tim and Sam want Colin now and again." "What's `now and again'?" asked Charlie. "I don't think they were sure. Just now and again. Is that OK?" "Of course it is. We might swop too. Let's wait until `now and then' becomes `tonight' and deal with it then. Have all six of you got somewhere to go?" Felix nodded, "oh yes, we're all booked in. Your friends Prince and Graham aren't interested in boys, so there's seven of you and six of us. Javid and Nigel have asked for Eddie and Bruce, Tim, Sam and George want to ring the changes, as Sam put it, with Adam and Dustin. I can see why - Dustin's cock is something, isn't it?" It was true. Dustin, as black as Prince, was possessed of far and away the biggest cock of the six boys. At 19 he had 11 inches soft and, curiously, 11 inches when vertical - just the opposite of Sam. When he had spent the night with us, Dustin had been severely tested, but he'd managed three cums - one up each of our arses and one (the first: we wanted the fucks to be lengthy) in the Mulloy mouth. "I hope George won't be on his own at all," I said. "There's no chance of that, Patrick, we've been told that no-one sleeps alone unless he wants to." Good, I thought, and good that George will be ringing the changes. Kevin, while feisty and imaginative and sexy and energetic, isn't blessed in the Dustin league. A very nice uncut 7 inches. Shaved, naturally. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 149 as the voyage, and our explorations of sex with our new companions, continue. The story is, of course, fiction, but the photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I first saw them while making a transatlantic crossing in 2017, and had the pleasure of seeing them again in April 2019, smiling at the knowledge of all the things that had befallen the boys since I first saw them, and thought again how cute "I" was. I'm sure he had adventures in real life ... 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