Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2019 11:27:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 169

Queen Mary Bell-boys by badboi666

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Chapter 169

I explained to Simon how Charlie and I divided up the responsibilities.
"Charlie - and that's what you call him; I'm Patrick and Ade is Ade - is
your boss.  Do what he tells you.  Ade will give you instructions as well.
If you don't understand, then ask.  No-one expects you to know anything and
if you're here to learn Charlie and Ade need to know whether you've
understood.  It's hard work, but if you stick to it you'll learn a hell of
a lot in 25 days.  Questions?"  Simon shook his head, "no, Patrick, I
understand."  "Charlie will shortly take you off to the kitchen and get you
started.  Before he does, though, I need to tell you about upstairs.  We
try very hard to keep what happens down here and what happens upstairs
separate.  You'll share a bed with us.  I take it you're happy with that?"
Simon nodded, "yes Patrick.  My uncle told me about you and Charlie, and I
know he told you that he and David have been fucking me - is it OK to say
`fucking'?" - (it was my turn to nod) - "fucking me for two years.  I'm up
for whatever you want to do with me, all of you.  I want to be a chef, but
that's downstairs.  I want to have all kinds of sex with you all upstairs."
I smiled, "so do we, Simon," and explained the rule to him.  I nodded to
Charlie, "he's all yours.  Ade, stay please."

When Charlie and Simon had gone I asked Ade how he felt. "About Simon as a
kitchen boy, or about him as a 14-year-old who wants to be fucked?"
"Both."  "I can't tell about the first, but Charlie and I will have a damn
good idea long before his 25 days are up.  He may have this ambition, but
if he turns out to be a lazy little bugger who won't put in the effort
Charlie will let him know soon enough.  Charlie's a great teacher, but he
won't waste time on somebody who's not pulling his weight.  As far as
`upstairs' is concerned I'm as red hot for him as he is for us.  In the 20
minutes while you were kind enough to entertain his parents he had
Charlie's cock out of his trousers and into his mouth in five seconds flat,
and he made Charlie come in a few minutes.  Swallowed the lot too.  And no
sooner had he done that than he was kneeling in front of me.  That boy got
two loads of Aylesbury's best down his throat in under ten minutes.  Then,
as bold as brass, he says one of us can fuck him.  Charlie said I should be
the lucky one.  Patrick, the arse on that boy - oh fuck it, I'm hard just
telling you about it.  He's something special.  After they'd gone Charlie
told me that you and Tim had been just like that when you were 14.  I don't
see anything upstairs other than four horny males enjoying what we all want
to do.  If you're worried about any jealousies, I wouldn't.  You and
Charlie are solid and Simon will work that out pretty quickly.  It would be
nice if he and I were fond of each other, and given the ages that seems
likely to me.  He's going to be more energetic than the rest of us, so the
fact that there's three of us means he won't lack for someone to fuck him.
I'm looking forward to tonight, and to being able to have a more relaxed
session that we had in the kitchen that day."

*****

We had a few in for lunch and 9 covers for dinner.  I'd asked Charlie to
send Simon to the office if he could spare him for ten minutes during
dinner.  He put his head round the door at 2050.  "Charlie said you needed
me."  "Sit down, Simon.  How is it going?"  He said it was hard work, but
he was enjoying every minute.  He'd been given the unexciting task of
preparing the vegetables under Ade's direction, and hadn't known there were
quite so many.  I smiled.  I've always found the earnestness of the young
to be pleasing, and Simon was no exception.  "I imagine you'll get a wide
range of jobs, given that you're only here for a short time.  We're
cramming a lot into the 25 days - that way you'll feel more confident about
your choice when it comes to leaving school.  "When the three of you are
finished will you ask them to come in here please?  Ask Ade to bring coffee
for me when you come."

At 2225 the coffee was on my desk and the three of them were sitting on the
sofa.  "You did well, Simon," said Charlie, "tomorrow I'll get you to watch
everything I do with meat and fish."  Simon nodded.  "Thanks, Charlie."
The four of us sat in amiable silence turning over the day's events as each
of us had perceived them.  After five minutes I got up.  "Upstairs time,
come on."

When Simon and his parents had come to lunch I was the only one who had not
had the pleasure of contact with the boy.  Carlie and Ade - and indeed
Simon too - were well aware therefore that I was first in the queue that
night.  "Go and have a piss and clean your teeth," I said, "and come back
here with your clothes on.  I want to enjoy seeing you strip."  Simon
grinned - a grin much enhanced by a dusting of freckles across his nose and
two somewhat larger than necessary front teeth.  His jaw would grow, of
course, and by the time he was 20 his teeth would be unremarkable, but give
me a boy still on the cusp of adolescence with a cheeky grin, and freckles,
and two nice front teeth and I am hooked.  And all that while the boy is
still safely inside his trousers.  I was aware that when he had pleasured
Ade and Charlie he had had his clothes on, and it was only when Ade fucked
him that he had been naked.  Curiously neither Charlie nor Ade had
described Simon's body and all its attributes to me, so I was in the dark
about what I was about to discover.

It didn't take him long to return.  "Take me, take me!" he cried
dramatically as he stood in front of me, his arms outstretched.  "I think I
might do just that," I murmured, drawing him towards me, "do you kiss,
Simon?"  He did, and very erotically too.  Bill and Ben had seen to that,
no doubt.  I undid his belt and his zip, and he wriggled his trousers down
to his ankles.  I could see a fine tent in his briefs - very brief briefs,
I was pleased to note - but I didn't want to see anything intimate just
yet.  Off with his shirt to reveal a typical 14-year-old's chest.  Nice
nipples, small but erect, with little sign of the muscles he would develop
in the next few years.  Armpits entirely hairless and, when I lifted his
arm to nuzzle, smelling of boy: that magical mixture of fresh sweat and
skin, heightened in my brain by the anticipation of what was to come.

He stepped carefully out of his trousers and bent to take off his socks.
The tenting was now pointed straight at me.  I knelt.  I put two fingers
inside the waist band and very slowly eased his briefs over his cock.  His
cock!  A fine 6 inches of uncut boy beauty, crowned with a luscious (as I
discovered) drop of clear precum.  I gently retracted his foreskin and took
the moist glans into my mouth.  "Oh fuck, Patrick," he breathed, "that's so
... aaah!" and to my surprise and delight I felt his spunk spurting into my
mouth.  I put my arms round his arse and held him tight while the spasms
continued.  Four, maybe five.  "That was fantastic, Simon," I said, "when
did you last come?"  "In bed two nights ago.  I've been saving it up."
"Well, if that's two days' worth I'm very impressed."  I slowly bathed his
cock with my tongue as it slipped from my lips.  "Up on the bed, and let's
go on playing where it's more comfortable."

He lay on the bed looking at me.  "You're going to fuck me, aren't you."
It wasn't a question.  I nodded, yes, but not for a while.  There's all
kinds of fun to be had before then.  The first thing I have to do is attend
to my own needs."  I turned to the other two.  "Don't you dare touch him,
either of you.  I'm going for a piss and I'll be straight back."  The other
two joined me - neither of them wanted to miss out on whatever Simon and I
might get up to.  Three minutes later there were four naked males in our
room.  I made a mental note that we ought to buy a larger bed if four of us
were going to sleep in it comfortably.

"I like it best when you're on your back, Simon, so this time we'll do it
my way.  There will be other times, I promise, when you can be in charge."
"Oh, I do hope so, Sir, I'm so looking forward to being used by you all."
Aha! was this how he liked to pretend?  We'd find out soon enough.  If
Jeremy and David had been fucking him for two years he must have evolved a
preference.  He seemed entirely happy with my demand though, and sorted
himself out in X-formation like an expert.  I got between his legs and he
automatically put them over my shoulders and lifted his arse off the bed.
I put my hands under and lifted.  And looked.

His arse was perfect.  I imagine I've said that about the arses of other
boys of his age, and maybe it's because arses at the age - boys' arses,
that is - are by their nature likely to seem perfect to an old pervert like
me.  Round pink cheeks with plenty of cuddliness, a smooth pink-and-purple
line down the middle, roughening slightly as it formed the seam in his
silky-smooth ball-sac (itself a marvel of baby-bottom smoothness - which it
would of course retain as a condition of his employment if it continued
beyond puberty), holding in the centre a pink-and-brown rosette, the
entrance to perverts' paradise.  And, in this and so many other cases, boy
paradise too.  My eyes drank all this in.  I pursed my lips and blew a
stream of cold air along the pink-and-purple line, past the pink-and-brown
rosette, up along the seam under his balls.  He shivered convulsively and
another large drop of spunk leaked onto his belly, attached by a
spider-silk thread until it fell.  "God! this is good," sighed Simon.

My tongue joined in, tracing the same route.  And again ... and the third
time my tongue stopped at the rosette.  I wanted to find out what effect
being fucked by Bill and Ben had had on his reflexes.  My tongue swirled
round a round and I pushed it a little way in - as far as I can get.  I
wasn't surprised to feel his lips dilate.  I spent a good few minutes down
there, enjoying the scent and taste and getting him more and more twitchy.
His cock began to signal that a fresh assault on his balls might not be
unwelcome.  I reached for the grease and got a few fingers nice and ready.

The first one was welcomed "at fucking last!" into what surprised me as
being an unprepared arse.  Perhaps Bill and Ben liked it dry - surely not.
I would instruct him tomorrow - not everything he needed to learn would be
learnt in the kitchen.  However my grease was enough, as was the grease on
finger two.  "Mmm, I love it when I'm stretched."  "Three?"  "Yeah, let's
try, Patrick."  Three were accepted with no difficulty and much mewing of
pleasure.  I felt for his prostate and did my three-finger thing.  From his
reaction this wasn't something he's experienced before.  "What the fuck was
that?"  Charlie and Ade chuckled.  "Simon, you're going to love it here,"
said Ade.  All three of us were intrigued that Bill and Ben hadn't sought
out Simon's prostate in the two years it had lain waiting in the dark to be
awakened.  Its slumber was well and truly over.

I removed my fingers and my hands from under his arse.  Everything that
needed to be wet was wet.  I leant over and put my arms under his
shoulders, lifting his chest off the bed so that our faces were together.
I kissed him briefly and whispered in his ear.  "Do you want it long, deep
and slow, or hard and fast?"  Simon replied without hesitation.  "I love
both, but tonight I want it to last for ever."  I kissed his lips.  "I'll
do my best," I said.

(A couple of weeks later the four of us had established that Simon's
preferences were easily met, and clearly signalled: on his back he wanted
it slow, and doggy-fashion he wanted it fast and fierce.)

I got back in place, first making sure that the wet areas hadn't dried up
in the minute or so that I had not been attending to them.  I touched my
cock to his arsehole and, as expected, it dilated.  I pushed an inch or so
in.  Simon's breathed an ecstatic sigh, "oh fuck, yes, it's so hot."
Meaningless but encouraging nonetheless.  Another inch went in - no, that
doesn't do Simon's musculature justice.  I felt my cock being drawn in -
sucked in, almost - by the heat of Simon's rectum, and inch after inch
slowly disappeared.  I don't have as many inches as Charlie or Ade - no
doubt Simon would enjoy the two or three that they had which I didn't in
due course - but I like to think I use what I've got pretty skilfully.
Simon certainly seemed to think so.  I pushed in as far as I could, my
belly hard up against his gorgeous arse cheeks.  I leaned forward and he
lifted his shoulders: we kissed.  "Ready?"  "Ready.  Nice and slow please."

You know the mechanics: I've repeated them often enough.  My cock stayed
inside his arse for about 25 minutes, fucking at varying speeds,
occasionally pausing right at the exit so that my swollen glans stretched
his lips are much as they could.  Each time this happened his moans were
intense; each time I plunged quickly back all the way in and his moans
became cries of pleasure - then back to long, deep and slow again.  After a
while I could tell that his own orgasm was building up - I could see his
features concentrate; I could see his upper body flush as blood coursed
through his skin; I could hear moans aah... aah ... aah increase in
frequency and suddenly I could feel a vice gripping my cock as his cock
flung a torrent of spunk up out of his cock onto his chest.  Another four
big juicy lines from a pair of balls that had delivered a powerful load not
30 minutes before.  This Simon was a find!  "Oh, Christ, Patrick ... I've
... aah! ... never come like that ... so soon."  The squeezing inside his
arse was bringing me close too, so at last I speeded up.  "Get ready, lad,
I'm going to fill you ... yess..." and my balls pumped spunk up through my
rigid cock deep inside the 14-year-old's far from innocent body.

Muted applause greeted the conclusion of our performance.  I was a lot
heavier than Simon and it didn't seem fair to collapse onto him - not that
first time anyway - so I let my cock slip out and I rolled over onto my
back, the two of us lying side by side.  I knew what would happen next, but
I wondered which of them would choose Simon and which me.  I should have
known.  Even with my eyes closed I knew that it was Charlie's lips and
tongue which sucked all the goodness off my cock.  I opened them to find a
big smile on Charlie's face.  I think we'll keep him," he said, "if that
was anything to go by."  I nodded, "just so long as he can make an
omelette."  Beside me Ade was busy licking every inch of Simon's body, many
of which didn't need that kind of attention at all.  It took him 20 minutes
to remove every last sperm from the boy's chest and to be sure that the
copious quantity of my spunk up Simon's arse had been finally consumed.

Ade shuffled over so that Charlie and I slept on the outside with Ade and
Simon nestled between us.  Neither Ade nor Charlie had come, but I had no
doubt that that would be remedied the following night.

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The fun continues in Chapter 170 as Simon's horizons are expanded further.
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.
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