Date: Thu, 6 Jun 2019 14:41:47 +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 156 That pool session was the only one which was so well attended. For all I know there may have been sessions which I didn't know about (although given the history, that does seem unlikely), but there were two rather more select sessions. That first time Ade and Jack were whacked by about 0100 - hardly surprising given the fact that not only was it long past their bedtime, but they had put their balls under a great deal of strain. Larry had Jack with him, practically out on his feet, and we agreed that as far as our group was concerned, the party was over. I handed Ade over to Larry and the three of them disappeared, Larry assuring me that he needed no help. Felix and Colin were both being very energetic with two of my former colleagues and Tim and I felt the need for more food. By 0200 however age had begun to take its toll and Charlie and I had been quietly sitting watching for half an hour or more. I called Colin over and suggested that we'd had enough. "OK, I'll get Felix. I think he's in the shower." We followed Colin to find Felix fucking Tim in the sling with Sam in attendance. Since it was immediately clear that Sam's responsibility was keeping Tim's body from drying out we three joined in the anointing process. Tim, whose eyes had been shut, opened them when he felt a much greater quantity of piss raining down on him. "Thanks, guys," he panted about 15 seconds before Felix erupted. Not that there was visible signs of his eruption of course, but the grunts were evidence enough. Tim's balls had done enough for the night, he panted, but his bladder had a final contribution to make. When it was made and Felix slipped out Sam did the honours. "There, you're all nice and clean for Charlie and Patrick," he said, slapping Felix's bottom. The following morning there was none of the usual early-morning activity. No, that's not quite true. There was none of the usual early-morning activity which we'd been accustomed to having at 0700 or so. There was activity at around 0900, but as breakfast wasn't going to be available for much longer it wasn't as drawn-out as we had become used to. ***** The next pool encounter didn't happen until after Ade had replaced Felix in Stateroom 721. One morning Ade said that it had been fun up in the pool, and could we do it again, "just a few of us?" "Who is 'just a few'?" I said. "You and Charlie and Colin. Me and Jack. Felix maybe, and Larry of course. That's seven." "OK, but seven's no good. Can I ask one more?" "Yes of course. Who?" "My secret. I'll talk to Larry." "Tonight?" "If I can fix it, yes, Ade. Now lie still and let me get at you." It was the oldies' turn to suck the boys' cocks that morning. Larry proved as keen for more pool fun as Ade had been, but when we met later he said that as it would just be the eight of us there would be no food or drink. "Unless we bring it ourselves," I suggested. "Yes, why not. Just drink though, don't you think?" We agreed to meet in a nearby bar at 2130. "That was we can make sure we're good and ready," I said. "Who's your eighth?" asked Charlie. "George of course. He's too often the odd one out, and it'll be a good way of giving him an unexpected treat." Thus by 2145 Jack and Ade had well over a pint of juice inside them while the beer drinkers had a third pint sitting on the bar counter. Larry had bought more cartons of juice and Charlie had a dozen bottles of beer at his feet. I doubted whether all twelve would get drunk, but no doubt there would be an appetite for what was left over on another occasion. George was looking pleased. I hoped his feelings for Kevin would not be weakened by all the young flesh around us. "Come on," said Ade as 2200 approached, "I need." You're not the only one, I thought, but the needs needed weren't all bladder-centred. By 2205 we were all naked and Ade was jumping up and down. "You've only had a couple of glasses," said Jack in a superior tone. "Yes, but I haven't had a piss for hours before. Last time Patrick made me wait until I damn near burst, and it was a really great feeling when I couldn't hold it a second longer and I pissed all over you." "Yeah, I remember. You were like a crazy guy, Ade." Ade grinned. Ade had undergone big changes since Southampton, many of them after leaving Rio. "There's two boys, two slightly older ones, and four of us," I said, rather stating the obvious. Ade, you're desperate - what's up first?" "I don't care as long as I can piss in the next minute or two." "That's easy then, come on." Much as it would have been fun to have Ade fucking someone while desperately needing a piss it would have been unfair to the poor boy. I had to remind myself that he was only 14, that as far as I knew he hadn't fucked anyone yet, and that pissfucking wasn't the kindest way to get him to lose his virginity. There would be plenty of time, after all. But getting him up in the sling - that was quite different. He'd seen Jack lose control when Tim was fucking him in the sling, and start to piss everywhere, and he'd certainly shown no unwillingness to join in. It made sense that if he was in the sling, needing to piss as badly as he seemed to be, then having several inches of hot hard cock up his arse would have the same effect on him. And he could still enjoy his first fuck an hour or so later. "Up you get, Ade," I said, and Charlie and I settled him comfortably. His memory of what had happened the last time caused a wide smile to appear. "Who's going to fuck me?" "Who would you like?" "Charlie," he whispered. I was surprised and delighted by this - I'd expected him to choose Jack or one of the other two, but he seemed to want to keep it in - no, Patrick, mustn't think of it as family. That would be jumping the gun in a big way. If Ade wanted to stick with Charlie and me that was fine, but it was just as fine if he didn't. You don't get much more liberty with who you want to fuck you that you have at 14. Charlie, like all good chefs, knew the value of careful and thorough preparation, and Ade lost control long before anything other than Charlie's tongue had entered his arse. "Oh!" he wailed, "I can't help it, aaah!" and a golden jet started to soak his chest. Jack had been waiting for this and performed the same service for Ade which Ade had done him the first time. Charlie smiled, metaphorically shrugged his shoulders and decided that further foreplay on this occasion was neither welcome nor necessary, and slowly, slowly fed his cock into Ade's body. Ade went on pissing, advised to do so by Jack ("keep it coming, Adie: it feels hot, doesn't it?"). Ade was red hot, whether because his arse was stretched by Charlie or because of the quantity of piss showered onto him, and he turned his face towards Jack, still pissing. He kept his mouth shut, but when Jack took the hint he just closed his eyes and let his friend soak his face. Had they done this before, I wondered. It wasn't something I'd expected. Jack had seemed to be the more adventurous, but I was having to re-think things. All too soon both boys had empty bladders. Jack rubbed Ade's chest and stood back. "OK, Charlie, you can let rip now," he said. Charlie is very rarely a let-rip fucker and he had no intention of finishing quickly. "Do you want me to let rip, Ade?" Ade wisely shook his head. Charlie smiled; he would give his apprentice a memorable early lesson. Ade was moaning constantly, his messages being very mixed. One minute it was so good, the next he was urging Charlie to finish and fill him up. Wise experienced old Charlie kept doing what he was so good at. Watching him fuck a succession of kitchen boys; watching him intent on giving them as much pleasure as he could; watching him looking at them to judge whether it was time to give them what they so vociferously were urging him to deliver - all these things made me love him even more. For the millionth time I thanked Alan, poor long-dead Alan. What could I possibly have done to deserve Charlie? I heard Charlie's voice answering me in my head - `just been yourself, you daft bugger'. The pain doesn't go away, even at 97, but I don't suppose it'll last that much longer. Back in the sling things were gradually winding up. Ade jerked and arched his back as spunk flew onto his belly, his cock untouched by human hand. After five spurts a human hand milked the last few drops and the human hand licked his fingers. "Tasty," said Felix. Charlie accelerated - like me he knew that having the feeling of cum spurting up your arse soon after you've come yourself is pretty special, and he wanted Ade to remember his first time in the sling. "Oh, Charlie, you're so big and I can feel every shot as you ... oh fuck, it's so good," and his control over his body left him as another fountain of piss poured out. "Oh, oh, oh ... God, this is good." Charlie, still deep inside, leaned over Ade and kissed him. "Welcome to the joys of the sling," he said. Ade's eyes sparkled. "Have you and Patrick got a sling?" I think Charlie and I both decided at the same moment that it was something unlikely to remain absent from our home for long. "Out you get, Ade," said Colin after the boy had had a few minutes to relax, "it's my turn now. Come on, Patrick." All eight of us had fucks from, or in, at least two others. I noticed that George and Jack were very close for a while, though not in the sling. Jack was on his back and George fucked him hard and fast, as Jack had insisted. When George fucked Ade a couple of hours later he was on his back and Ade was doing the bouncing up and down. Oh, Kevin, is it all going to go wrong? I thought. Larry found Felix and Colin equally happy in the sling. The quantity of piss on the shower floor was immense and it took two of us quite a while to return the place to a state acceptable to nice passengers the following morning. That was after I'd fucked Jack and Larry had fucked me. By 0130 Stateroom 721 had four exhausted inhabitants fast asleep again. Two days before we hit LA the eight of us had another session in the pool, but you'll just have to imagine the sordid details yourselves. I do remember George saying, between bouts of activity, that he was wondering what Kevin was doing. "Do you miss him?" I said. "Of course I do, but like you and Charlie that doesn't mean I have to behave like a bloody monk." I forbore from telling him that in my experience that was pretty well what he'd been doing for some weeks. "What are you planning to do when we reach Long Beach?" I asked, the pair of us nursing another beer shortly to reappear somewhere interesting. "I've nothing planned. I might as well see California now that I'm here, but I need to be home in a week's time. I'll fix up a flight in a few days. What about you two?" I told him that Charlie and I had to be home in time to re-open five days before Christmas, so that gave us over a week until we had to fly back. I knew, though of course he did not, that all these plans would change when we docked. I knew, though he did not, that Kevin was about half-way between Heathrow and Los Angeles as we were speaking. At this point Ade and Jack approached us. Jack, acting as spokesman, announced that they wanted to fuck us. "Are you up for being ravished by one of these sex-engines?" I asked George. He said he thought he might be persuaded to give it a try. "I've fucked both of them, so it's only fair," he said. Ade said that since he would be spending the next several years having the opportunity to fuck me, he ought to take the chance to get at George while he could. Thus we paired off. George and Ade settled themselves on a mat while Jack pulled me towards the sling - empty of males but awash with piss. I tipped it out - cold piss is not my idea of fun - and got comfortable. Jack's cock was half erect, but he managed to get it in with a bit of help from me. Who have you fucked so far, Jack?" He didn't need to think. "You, Larry, Ade, Felix and Javid." I was impressed. "And who's fucked you?" He was equally instant with his answer. "You, Larry, Ade, Felix, Prince, Nigel and George tonight." "How did you like Prince? Is he the biggest you've had?" "He was great, Patrick, and yes, he's my biggest so far ... but I'm young and there's lots of cocks out there." Good luck with that, I thought, there aren't many bigger than Prince. Then he started to piss. I hadn't expected that as he'd shown no sign of it before he got in me. I love the feeling of piss slowly filling my rectum, stretching the sensitive walls in a way that a long cock, or a fat cock, don't stretch them nice though those sensations are too. I saw no reason not to piss myself, and the pool on the floor grew ever larger. I took hold of my cock - it was still pretty soft - and pulled my foreskin back. "Yes, on my chest, Patrick," he moaned, "make me wet with your piss." This boy had a knack for dirty talk which would endear him to a long line of sex partners, I decided. My arse couldn't hold all that he had to give, so while my piss was wetting his chest and belly, his own was leaking out of my arse and down his legs. "Oh fuck, this is hot," he groaned, "and I haven't started fucking you yet." When he stopped pissing he went into full-on teenage fuck mode and managed to keep going for getting on for ten minutes before he filled my arse with that other delightful liquid. "Sorry there isn't much," he breathed as he fell forwards onto me. "Don't be daft, Jack, quantity doesn't matter. Besides, you've come once or twice already." He shook his head. "No, that was the fourth." Jack, as you'll remember, becomes very drowsy after a mega-fuck and by the time he slipped out he was practically out for the count. I got out of the sling - I wasn't going to come anyway - and decided that the only way to clean him up and keep him awake long enough was to carry him to the pool and tip him in. I jumped in immediately after to make sure he was all right. His cry of 'you bastard' must have been heard throughout the ship. I rubbed him all over (yes - all over, his boy bits needed particular attention, even in the cold water), and when he worked out what was going on he did the same for me. We shared a brief kiss before getting out. Waiting for us on the bank, as it were, were Charlie and Larry. "Come on, you two, it's time you were looked after," said Larry. Once we were wrapped in nice fluffy towels Jack and I shared a longer kiss. "Thanks, Patrick," he mumbled into my neck, "I don't suppose we'll do this again." He was right, but I knew he'd never forget six weeks of unrestrained sex of so many different kinds with so many different guys. I kissed the end of his nose. Larry gathered him in his arms and carried him off. followed by Felix. Charlie and I led Ade and Colin off. Luckily George had gone a few minutes before. The sight of George standing there watching the seven of us going off in groups would have been heart-breaking, even to someone who knew perfectly well that when we docked in around 30 hours George's whole life would likely change. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 157 as we finally reach our destination - sorry we got a bit held up by the various goings-on (and -up) in the pool. 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. =============================================================================