Date: Tue, 28 May 2019 07:50:05 +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 153 We were moored in Rio for three days, but Charlie and I only went ashore on the first day. When we left on 15 November we all knew that the most difficult - and therefore the most exciting - leg of the whole voyage lay ahead. Cape Horn had - still has - a fearsome reputation and no big ocean liner had ever rounded it before as far as any of us knew. Someone had had the astonishing idea of buying a couple of red double-decker London buses and bolting then to the stern of one of the upper decks. They had ben shrouded until we left Rio but were now on display. The idea was that anyone wishing to experience the rounding of Cape Horn could do so from the upper deck of a London bus. Naturally we were all for this: after all there are always forbidden treats to be had on the upper deck of buses, and this was one unlikely to be repeated. It turned out that all nine of us were possessed of the same mad notion, and that during the few days (and nights) after our leaving Rio others had been persuaded to join us. However I've run rather ahead of myself. Four days passed after Jack and Ade had spent time with us before we had the pleasure of a 14-year-old again. Two days before Cape Horn when there was a knock at the door at 1400 only Ade was there. "No Jack?" I said when the door had closed behind him. He shook his head. "No, he's with Javid and Nigel today. You'll have to share me." Charlie smiled, "that won't be difficult, Ade." "Besides," went on the boy, "I want to talk." This was interesting. "Patrick, I've been talking to Charlie," he said. I looked at Charlie with what was clearly a question on my face. "Don't worry, love, it's all above board. Ade and I had a long talk out on deck yesterday. Go on, Ade." "After Charlie fucked me he and I were cuddling before we got it on again. You were busy fucking Jack, Patrick, so you wouldn't have heard us. I asked Charlie what you and he did and he told me about the restaurant. I couldn't believe my ears. I'll be 15 next spring and I'll leave school at the end of next term. Ever since I was little I wanted to be a chef when I grew up and my mum has let me help since I was small. She's taught me all sorts of basic stuff but I know that I'll need to go to college to learn properly. I whispered all this to Charlie and his eyes lit up." I bet, I thought. This was Charlie's great secret, no doubt. Charlie took over. "The circumstances weren't exactly right for a proper discussion, so we agreed to carry on - it was Ade's turn to fuck me, and he was keen - you could tell - " (Ade grinned) " - so we agreed to meet the next morning for a talk when we both had our clothes on and there was no other pressing business. Go on, Ade, it's your story really." "Charlie said you always have a kitchen boy. And that the kitchen boy has to be a bedroom boy as well. You've already got a boy, but Charlie said he might want to leave. He didn't say why. If he does leave, please can I be your new kitchen boy? Please, Patrick. Charlie said it would be up to you." There wasn't really any need for a discussion. I opened my arms and he leapt to me. "As far as I'm concerned, Ade, if Charlie thinks you're worth hiring as kitchen boy then I'm delighted. But it isn't just up to us. You'll have to sell the idea to your parents about being an apprentice." Ade was overjoyed. "That'll be dead easy," he said, "it's only mum and she knows how keen I am." There seemed little else to say. Charlie and I were very happy with Ade in our bed; Charlie was happy that he wouldn't have to struggle to find a replacement for Kevin if he and George were to set up home together; Ade was like a dog with two tails. Over the next three hours all kinds of things were exchanged, not all of them bodily fluids (although the exchanges of these were many and varied). By the time Ade left he knew all about Kevin (although we kept the George side of Kevin from him - there would be time for that after we got to LA, nor did we tell him that Kevin would meet the ship there); a great deal about the restaurant and how we ran it; and we knew a lot about Ade. He was an only child, his father had left when he was a baby and was an unknown quantity, his mother was a teacher in a primary school in Luton where he had lived all his life. We also learned more about each other's sexual preferences. That night when Felix and Colin settled in bed with us we were whacked. "You're spending too much energy on these children," said Felix as his questing hand, having unerringly found my cock and stroked it for a couple of minutes, couldn't coax an erection out of it. "Guilty," I said, bending to kiss his lips, "but it wasn't 'children' today - just the one." "Wow! and one 14-year-old shagged the pair of you out that much? Is Charlie no use either?" Colin replied that he found nothing about Charlie to complain about. "Why?" he said. "Patrick can't get it up." "Mine has." It was demeaning to be talked about in such a way, the more so as Charlie and I were being compared as prize rams might be, and I was found wanting. "Maybe it's you, Felix," I murmured. "Bollocks," but he did have the wit to work out that where his hand had failed other parts might have more success. My balls were gently taken one at a time into Felix's mouth and by the time he'd spent ten minutes rimming me a presentable erection was available for him to suck. A few minutes later after he had his throat filled with my third cum of the day he kindly agreed to postpone any further demands on my sexual energies until the following morning. "I don't expect to be put under as much pressure for a few days," I murmured before going down below to give him the best blow job I could manage. Naturally this could only occur after a considerable amount of preparation. Fingers, tongue and lips all had their part to play as I gradually got him more and more worked up. "God!" he gasped, "do you do this to the children? You'll make them explode." "I do, and so do they," I said, "sometimes over their head." It was time to give him release - I'd been busy for 40 minutes or more - so I pushed three fingers in hard and got my mouth over his cock in time to get all of his very generous load where it was most appreciated. There's an erotic feeling when a cock fires ropes hard up your arse, but you can't taste it up there - well. not directly anyway - and the sensation of a cock jetting its joy into your mouth where you can roll it round on your tongue and really savour it - well, pretty special too. Felix's spunk was reward enough for the back-breaking work of playing down under - not that I was complaining. "I need a piss," he said ten minutes later, "coming?" Naturally I had enough energy to accompany him, and naturally we needed a shower afterwards. Colin and Charlie were sound asleep, but I was conscious that they too had spent 10 or 15 minutes in there while I was beavering away. We would need a day off, I reckoned. ***** It was bloody cold out on deck by now, even though we were only three weeks short of midsummer in those parts. Cape Horn was to be conquered the next day, and there were apprehensive faces around the ship. None of the former bell boys was worried - most of us had had one near-death experience on Queen Mary and we didn't think another was likely. It would be rough, but the North Atlantic had been pretty lively on many occasions. It would be fun sitting upstairs in a bus though. Javid said his biggest fear was the bus becoming unbolted and falling off the stern. He confided that Eddie had expressed considerable fears about the whole of the undertaking, and he, Javid, had said that he would look after him. Nigel said, "you should have seen the two of them last night. Like a mother hen comforting her scaredy chick. Sweet really." Javid smiled in a tolerant, mother-hen sort of way. "The poor boy's really worried. Queen Mary's never been this far south and he's convinced himself that something ghastly will happen. I told him the worst thing would be if he tripped getting off the bus and crushed his balls when he fell, but I don't think that helped." At dinner it was announced that the passage of Cape Horn would take four hours or so, and that those of us brave enough to undertake the passage courtesy of London Transport should board our conveyances at 0900 when safety advice would be issued. Tosh, of course, but enough of the passengers shivered happily at the thought of the risks the foolhardy were to expose themselves to the following day. Larry came over to our table after dinner. "Are you at home to visitors? Ten minutes?" We agreed that our social diaries could accept a late booking. 'Visitors' turned out to be Larry and the two boys. We made them welcome and broke out refreshments. "Beer? Or something stronger?" Jack asked Larry if they could have beer. "Just this once? Please, Larry, we might be dead tomorrow and it would be a shame if we never tried beer." Larry grinned. "Have you put them up to this, Patrick?" I shook my head. "No, but now you mention it, beer would certainly make some of our activities more interesting." Jack and Ade looked puzzled. "Ah, you haven't ... ? said Larry" "No, not with these. Not yet anyway. Beer, gentlemen?" Five beers were opened. Jack and Ade, aware that a line was about to be crossed, steeled themselves and took a swig. "Ugh! that's disgusting," said Ade. Jack said nothing, but took another cautious swig. "Yes, but ... well ... it's not that bad, Ade. Try a bit more." No self-respecting 14-year-old is going to let himself be beaten, even if swallowing disgusting liquid is the test. To help him summon up his courage I reminded him that the liquid that came of our our cocks was thought of as disgusting by some people, and both he and Jack showed considerable relish when this was made available. Larry snorted. "That's not the only thing," but neither boy reacted. When the second round was opened Ade and Jack declined. "You're just trying to get us drunk so you can molest us," said Jack, "my teacher told us about men like you." Larry nodded sagely. "I also told you that if you played your cards right you'd learn more in this Stateroom in four weeks than you would in five years at school." Jack grinned. "He's a great fucking teacher, isn't he." "This is very nice," I said when we three old men had our second beer, "but what's the occasion of the visit?" Jack looked at Larry. "You tell them." "OK. Ade's told us about what you two do for a living, and that he wants to come and work for you when he leaves school. He says you'll teach him all you can, Charlie, and in return he sleeps with the two of you. Is that right?" Charlie nodded. "Yes. We always have a boy to help and we might well lose the current one soon. So we have a vacancy. Usually the boy who's leaving helps recruit his successor, including all the parts of the job that his parents don't need to know about. Ade has already passed the job interview. If his mother is happy then we are. He leaves school in the spring when he's 15, so the timing couldn't be better." Larry said, "that's what he told us. Here's the idea. Ade wants to move in with you two so that, as he put it, he can begin to learn all the things he would start learning in April. 'No reason to waste time,' was how he put it. I'm not sure how much of a chef's job you can show him on Queen Mary, Charlie, so I think it might be the after-hours part of the job he really wants to start." Ade's grin rather confirmed Larry's assessment. "What do you feel, Larry?" asked Charlie, "it's your bed he'd be leaving." Larry said that he would miss Ade, but that Jack could, if pushed, put Larry under the degree of strain that the two boys between them had run to since leaving Southampton. "What he means is he gets me all to himself," said Jack. "You're happy with this, Jack?" I asked. He nodded. "Yeah. I don't suppose I won't get the chance to fuck him once or twice though." All parties agreed that access to Ade would certainly be possible. "There's more, Larry," said Jack quietly. "Yes. If Ade's moving in here can you two spare one of your regular night-time pals for us?" I looked at Charlie and he looked amused. "Yes, why not. It would depend on him, but which one has your beady eye lit on?" "Felix," said Jack. "How come you know Felix?" I said. "Oh, come off it, Patrick," said Jack, "Larry's told us all about you when you were our age. You're the great organiser. You can't imagine that queer boys like us haven't found out that there are plenty of other queer boys on board. We asked Larry to make the necessary introductions two weeks ago, and we've had sessions with all six of them." It took the wind out of my sails. When I got my wits back I told Larry that he had a star pupil under his charge. "Don't I know it, Patrick, he's up to your standard." I knew when resistance was pointless. "Why don't we ask Felix when he comes?" "He won't come until you get him," said Jack, "we told him this afternoon that we had a cunning plan. He and Colin are in a bar until one of us collects them." Charlie burst out laughing. "In the 31 years I've known you, Patrick Mulloy, it's the first time I've seen anyone get the better of you." "I think that's a 'yes', Jack. Why don't you go and find them." Ten minutes later the next round of beers - Jack and Ade summoning up courage to have another - were in. Felix, already briefed, was happy to have younger flesh to sup on after he'd been assured that Charlie and I had no objection. "Are you sure? Mr Corrigan was quite clear about our instructions." "Yes, Felix. You're free to go and play elsewhere. If he asks we'll tell him you put excessive demands on two old men, and we couldn't cope with you as well as the delightful Colin. Besides, he's younger." It took Felix a second or two to work out that Charlie was pulling his leg. "Are you OK with this, Colin?" I asked. Colin assured us that Ade's presence would stimulate him to even greater heights of lustful invention. Ade looked happy too. "Let's get round Cape Horn tomorrow, and change things tomorrow night," I said, "Charlie and I need more time with Felix." Ade was slightly disappointed, but he cheered up quickly. And that's how the arrangements stayed until we reached Long Beach. There were a few occasions when Ade disappeared for the night, and on some of these (but not all) Jack presented himself as a willing locum. I was glad that Jack and Ade were still spending time together. That night, after Larry, Jack and Ade had gone, the four of us settled in for a final foursome. Neither Charlie nor I had come since the night before - nor, from the volume they produced, had Felix or Colin - and I honoured the promise I had made to Felix the night before. I fucked him squatting over me. He came while I still had some way to go. I don't like it in my face, but if the moment's right and the spunk flies as Felix's did that night, then a facial isn't a disaster - at least it can be gathered and transferred where it's more enjoyable: in this case mostly mouth, but also his cock. His second was hand-aided, occurring ten seconds or so after my cock had finished filling his arse with about a gallon of hot Mulloy spunk. For once Charlie came inside Colin at much the same time, so on the final night we managed four orgasms within about a minute. Other orgasms followed, but never so closely bunched. Charlie insisted on having Felix (and Felix insisted on having Charlie) as such couplings were not expected after Cape Horn. Colin wisely took a back seat, and the long warm cuddle we had while Charlie was busy led only to erotic stroking. It wasn't until the tables were turned and Felix was buried in Charlie that Colin turned round and started to lick my cock. As his cock was then conveniently placed we 69ed, each allowing fingers to probe places where cocks would be lodging the following night. Colin's spunk was plentiful and tasty, as he assured me mine was too. "You say the kindest things, Colin," I murmured, conscious for the ten thousandth time that one talks utter rot in the moments after coming. Utter rot, that is, to everybody except the one you love. The four of us slept soundly, if stickily, the fears of the next day forgotten. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 154 as we enjoy London Transport's hospitality round the Horn, and Ade moves in. The story is, of course, fiction, but the photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real, as are the details of the final voyage. I first saw the boys 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 them since I first saw them, and thought again how cute "I" was. I'm sure he had adventures in real life ... Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. =============================================================================