Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2019 14:49:14 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 170 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 170 By the time Simon had been with us for two weeks the three of us had coupled with him (and with each other of course) in as many ways as we could think of. Individual preferences had begun to be established. However it was still early days and much was still unexplored. It was refreshing to find that he was willing to try new things, and among those was that he wanted to see whether he could fuck any of us. With Bill and Ben, as he told us, he'd always been a bottom, but as we expended his horizons about positions and activities he announced, after a few days, that he wanted to try topping for a change. He didn't express his wish in quite those words. One afternoon, when he and Ade were alone in the kitchen, he had asked Ade if he could ask a question. "Of course, Simon, that's what you're here for." "Well, it's about upstairs. Can I still ask?" "I can't see why not. Charlie isn't here, so is it something you don't want to ask him?" Simon nodded. "Out with it then. He'll be back soon." "I want to learn to fuck, Ade, will you teach me?" Ade laughed, "of course, but you know the rule, Simon. If one of us wants something, and that includes you, he says so. If no-one objects then that's a green light. If you want to learn to fuck you'll have to say that you want to fuck somebody. Who do you want to fuck?" Simon mumbled something. "No, louder, Simon - Charlie and Patrick like us to be clear about what we want. Who do you want to fuck?" Simon looked Ade in the eye. "I want to fuck you, Ade, but I don't know what to do. Will you help me?" Ade looked into Simon's eyes. "Of course I will, Simon. And I'll enjoy being fucked by you. Tonight?" Simon nodded. Ade put out his hand. "Shake." Simon shook his hand, adding, "now kiss to seal the bargain." While they were kissing each allowed a hand to stray to check that the enthusiasm each was manifesting in his mouth was also being manifested lower down. To the satisfaction of both each found an erection to fondle. "Stop, Simon, this isn't upstairs," said Ade, breaking off after a minute's illicit upstairsish behaviour. When Charlie came back he and Simon busied themselves while Ade made an excuse, coming into the office to report the conversation to me. "Sit down, Ade," I said, "and tell me how things are going on the training front." "Before I do, you'll be amused by what Simon's just told me," and he let me in on Simon's plans. "You're happy with that, I assume," I said. Ade nodded, "yes, of course, Patrick, you know me. It's rather sweet, the way he put it. I'm beginning to be very fond of him." I said I was pleased - the age gap between us and Simon was big, too big really for a proper friendship to develop; but Ade was only 13 years older than Simon, and I knew plenty of long-term relationships between men or boys of similar ages. "Very fond?" "Let's just say 'very fond' for the time being, Patrick. I know you and Charlie formed your life-long bond in less than a week, but you two were much closer than Simon is to me. I've no idea what he feels, and I've no intention of trying to find out. Maybe it'll be different if Charlie takes him on full-time in due course." I smiled. Charlie and I kept our eyes and ears open, and we were well aware of how Ade felt. The fact that Simon wanted to fuck Ade, and had approached Ade in the way he had spoke volumes, I felt. "And now tell me about how he's doing in his daytime duties, Ade." I got Charlie on his own during the afternoon. Ade was showing Simon where we bought our ingredients and introducing him to the various shopkeepers. Charlie always made a point of getting the kitchen boy involved in buying at an early stage, and insisted on making the boy known. "That way we don't get fobbed off with poor quality stuff," he used to explain to the boys. That Ade was being entrusted with this was the first sign of his new partnership. So Charlie and I had an hour to put our feet up and see where we stood, both with Ade as partner and Simon as apprentice. And bedfellow. "I'm happy with Ade," said Charlie, "he's taking most of the basic instruction of Simon. I had the first few days showing him what goes on, but I've let Ade handle the detail. We plan to give him the responsibility of one dish before his time is up. It would be nice if he cooked whatever Bill and Ben have. When are they booked in?" I looked in the book, but I was pretty sure there was nothing. "Tell you what," I said, "I'll phone Jeremy and explain that Simon will be doing whatever it is, say two or three days before he leaves, and would they care to make a booking for that night. I'll give them a bargain, on condition they order his thing. Would that work?" Charlie grinned, "if he's going to poison anyone it might as well be those buggers. I'll keep you posted about what I let him loose on. You keep records: what do they often have?" I took down my book (this was long before we had a computer) and found that over the years they had had several different dishes. "Give me a list, and I'll see if there's something he could cope with by himself." I told him about the conversation I'd had with Ade. "Is Ade in love, do you think?" said Charlie. "No, I don't think so, not yet, but I'm pretty sure he'd like to be. He's a kind boy - man - and he's 'very fond', to use his words, of Simon." "What do you think Simon feels?" "About Ade, or about us?" "Oh, Ade. What he feels about us is important, because we are his employers and we're the ones helping him realize his dream. And we're opening his eyes to new sexy things, and that's bound to make him feel nice with us. But he knows that we're a couple. That may give him the idea that he might like to be a couple, and Ade's the only one available. Do you think he fancies Ade?" "I don't know about 'fancies', but he wants to fuck Ade, and the performance will take place tonight. And before you ask, Ade is just as keen as Simon is." "Should we make ourselves scarce?" "Absolutely not," I said, "if we do that they may think we're pushing them into something bigger than just a first fuck. And besides, we've insisted on no secrets. I want to see Simon fucking Ade just as much as you do." Charlie grinned. "I suppose we might be called upon to offer help. Will you look out something appropriate to celebrate. Cheap fizz would be nice. Simon won't know the difference, and my guess is that Ade won't either, especially if he's just been fucked by a new 14-year-old." "And not just any 14-year-old, remember. Fizz it is, you old romantic," and I leaned over to kiss my old romantic lover. ***** By 2245 the sense of mounting excitement had reached a peak. The last customers had gone and the kitchen was ready for the next day. Ade yawned mightily. "Gosh, I'm tired," he said, "anyone joining me?" "Go on, you two," said Charlie, "we'll be two minutes behind you." Simon and Ade disappeared. Charlie got four flutes and I fetched the bottle which had been secreted in its ice bucket in the office. Once we heard the two of them finish in the bathroom we went upstairs and left the fizz and glasses outside the bedroom door. When we joined them they were entwined, lips and mouths glued together. 'Very fond', I thought, oh yes? Charlie and I stripped and took up position on either side. We are caring employers, and we wanted to make sure that if either of them were overcome with ecstasy he wouldn't fall out of bed. Ade smacked Simon's arse gently. "If you're going to fuck me you'd better get on with it before these two old guys fall asleep." Simon for once was reticent. "You were going to show me," he whispered. "And I will, Simon, but there's no need to be shy. I've been hard for the last hour just thinking about your hot cock filling my arse." (Good boy, I thought, dirty talk always works.) Ade got on his hands and knees and Simon, who knew the moves, knelt between Ade's legs and gently spread Ade's arse cheeks. "Mmm, I like that, Simon, now get your tongue in on the game." Simon had been rimmed often enough to know what was expected, and Ade made the right sort of noises to reinforce what Simon was doing. "Use your left hand to feel his cock," murmured Charlie, and Simon's hand reached round to do what was wanted. I put the lube beside Simon. "Two fingers," I whispered. Two greased fingers went in, causing Ade to grunt. "Oh!" said Simon and whipped his fingers out again. "Stick 'em back in," muttered Ade, "grunting's good, remember. You grunt like a fucking pig." Simon grinned. Simon was enjoying himself. Ade was enjoying Simon. "Can you feel his prostate?" asked Charlie, "it's a lump." Simon hunted about and when Ade grunted decided that he had located his quarry. "Rub it," moaned Ade. Simon's rubbing would improve, no doubt, over the next years, but even on this occasion the result was to Ade's delight. "Oh, fuck, kid, you're a natural. Can we keep him, Charlie?" Charlie, wise man that he is, kept schtum. "I think he's telling you he needs you to fuck him, Simon," I said. Simon was indeed a natural. His cock, which had been 6 inches when examined on his arrival, now performed as though it were a foot or more. In it went, greased and hot into Ade's arse, equally greased and hot. I expected him to fuck furiously like all beginners and I was not disappointed. He grasped Ade's hips and fucked as though his life depended on it. All three adults had been there and I noticed Charlie smiling, remembering Cabin 1 from all those years ago. Simon lasted almost a minute before he cried out - that feral howl of delight as a boy unloads spunk into someone's arse for the first time, a howl to the heavens that the world had, in that instant, changed, that stars had shone more brightly, that nothing would ever be the same again, that here was a Man. "You little beauty," groaned Ade, "you shot seven great spurts, and I felt each one. Now get under me and let me fill your mouth with a reward. 69." They 69ed; Ade cleaned Simon's spunky cock; Simon brought Ade off quickly with his tongue swirling round Ade's cock and his fingers up Ade's arse again, and his reward was copious. To Charlie's and my delight Simon whipped round and Ade and he swopped what had only moments before been in Ade's balls. Two exhausted but still-up-on-cloud-9 males lay on their backs, arms round each other, while two old queers lay on either side feeling the glow from the younger bodies. I got up. "This calls for a celebration." There was enough fizz in the bottle for each of us to have a glass and for those of us legally old enough to drink to have a second. "Don't rush it, Simon," I said, "it's like fucking. You want to get it done as fast as you can, but you'll soon find it's better if it's slower." Simon smiled that happy smile one sees on boys who've had their first fuck and their first champagne all in the last 10 minutes. "I feel I need lots of practice, Patrick. Will that be possible, do you think?" Champagne has this aphrodisiac effect, and before midnight Ade had had a return fixture with Simon. Charlie and I took a back seat. It was a night for the young. Tomorrow, however - that would be different. ***** Wednesday 23 April - two days before the end of Simon's trial - was the day that I had agreed the booking with Bill and Ben. My trawl through the records of what they had ordered over the years yielded many things well beyond Simon's capabilities, but each of them had occasionally (though never on the same day) ordered Steak & Kidney Pudding. Charlie like to provide one item of what he called nursery food in each course, and Steak & Kidney was one he put on the menu every now and again. It had the beauty that one such pudding afforded four servings, so if any was left at the end of dinner (it was never offered at lunch) we could eat it the next day. When I phoned Jeremy to confirm I told him that if he would agree to both of them ordering Kate & Sidney (as he whimsically like to call it) I would throw in a particularly good claret. He accepted my tempting offer, "but why, Patrick?" I told him that that was my secret, but that everything would be revealed when they had had their dinner. "Everything, Patrick?" he asked in an Edith-Evans-handbag tone of voice. "You'll just have to wait and see, Jeremy." Charlie had selected Steak & Kidney as the item which, given the few days' notice, he reckoned he could teach Simon. The three of them came into the office on the Sunday morning before and Charlie announced to Simon what was going to happen. "You will prepare and cook a steak and kidney pudding for four people, Simon, and Jeremy and David will eat half of it when they come to Dinner on Wednesday. I'll show you what happens, and you and I will do one for the four of us to eat tomorrow. That's usually our quietest day, and we four will eat at 1800. Ade won't be involved - he'll be doing the restaurant food that evening. OK?" Simon beamed - his dream was happening! (His downstairs dream, that is: as you have guessed his upstairs dreams were no longer dreams but mind-expanding reality. We hadn't told him yet - Wednesday would be the final test - but Charlie was going to give him a glowing report for Clive and Margaret.) "What happens now?" said Simon. "You tell me, Simon, you're in charge. What ingredients do we need? Which of them are in stock? What vegetables do you want to serve? It's up to you. Go into the kitchen and look up the book and make a proper list. Then come back - let's say in 25 minutes - and tell me what you want me to do. Oh, and just to add a touch of reality and pressure, you can bring coffee for the three of us while you're at it. Off you go." Simon scrambled to his feet. "That's a bit hard on him, Charlie," said Ade. Charlie shrugged, "he has to learn to do several things at once. You know that." Since he had joined us Simon had very rarely been on his own. In the kitchen Charlie and Ade had kept him busy; I had spent time in the office with him, mainly on the wine side of the business - what goes with what, that kind of thing; upstairs of course none of us had been on our own. It was therefore unusual for the three adults to have the chance to talk frankly about Simon and what we each felt about him as a person. As a trainee and as a sex partner we knew well enough, but there would be the odd moments over the next few years when Simon as a person would be what mattered. "He's nearer your age, Ade, what do you think of him? Not to work with and not to fuck, but just to have him living here and sharing life with us?" Ade thought for a moment. "What are you asking, Patrick? I thought you had worked out what I feel." It was true: I thought I had too (and I knew from talking to Charlie that we agreed), but it was important that Ade said what he felt. "I'm glad you gave us both a half day yesterday, Charlie, and I'm pretty sure I know why. I remember Patrick once telling me about a certain swimming pool. Well, Simon and I didn't need a swimming pool to work out that we both found sex with each other wonderful, but maybe it took yesterday for me to know what I felt about him 'as a person', as you put it. I told him. I'd resisted telling him before because I was frightened in case he reacted badly. We took the car to Dunstable and walked up on the Downs. There were crowds of families down at Whipsnade, but neither of us wanted to be with other people. We must have walked for miles hardly seeing another soul. As I say, I told him. You're a great believer in people saying important things out loud, Patrick, so when we got to the highest spot on the Downs I held his hand and said 'I love you, Simon'. Well, it turned out I needn't have worried because he felt the same about me. Funny, isn't it. Your friend Alan grabbing your arse, Charlie, and Simon being buggered by a pair of queers in a garden centre. If Simon and I are as lucky as you two -" But he got no further. Simon brought in the coffee. He sensed the atmosphere. "I told them, Simon," said Ade quietly, "and I think they're as happy as we are." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 171 as Bill and Ben meet Kate and Sidney, and Simon's future is mapped out. 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. =============================================================================