Date: Thu, 8 Feb 2018 19:12:50 +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 19 Tim took my cock into his mouth, licking and sucking hungrily. As we were doing this partly to entertain Peter and Gus we went about it in a more exaggerate way than we would normally have done. We were lying on our sides for maximum audience involvement, rather than with one of us on top as we usually did. Tim's cock was in my mouth and soon fingers were stroking balls and slowly teasing their way towards arseholes. We squirmed rather more than we would usually have done, but each of us is so good at firing the other up that squirming would have happened anyway. I raised my leg, allowing him better access, and he did the same. We were both well greased, so there was no pause before fingers went into the dark interesting places. All the time we were busy sucking and tonguing. I took my mouth off Tim's cock to tell him that I needed more than just his fingers. Peter and Gus hadn't expected this. Gus said quietly to Peter, "I think Tim's going to fist Patrick - watch, it's quite something." Peter's eyes were glued to us. We adjusted slightly - mutual fisting isn't easy, and we'd never tried it before. I pushed four fingers back into Tim, and I felt my arse stretch as he pushed four into me. We gave ourselves a few seconds to get used to it: it would have been nice just to lie there enjoying what four fingers could do by way of stretching, but we both knew that there was better to come. Out came two hands, two fists were made, the tips of the three middle fingers entered, we both pushed our hands in and our arses out ... and suddenly we'd done it. "Wow" from Peter and gentle clapping from Gus. "I'll want that later," he said. Tim and I would have to vie for who got lucky. Maybe Peter would wish the same treatment. In the position we were in it was impossible to make much of a fucking motion with out fists, so I rotated mine, rubbing Tim's prostate with my knuckles. He immediately did the same to me. This wasn't going to last long, but we'd given them a display to remember and it was now Mulloy-time. Gus could see what we were doing to each other, and he could tell that we weren't going to be able to keep it up for long. I took my mouth off Tim's cock. "Nearly there," I muttered, " let them see it fly." Naturally we wanted to come in each other's mouth, but this wasn't just for us, so reluctantly we disengaged out lips. Both cocks were fully retracted and our purple cockheads were oozing. Our fists rotated fiercely; our moans increased; "aaaaah!" came from Tim as I felt his arse clench on my fist and cum flew from his cock onto my chest. "Fuck!" breathed Peter, almost reverently. Tim kept his fist turning and ten seconds later his face was being covered in my spunk. More gentle applause from Gus. "That was fantastic," he said, "come on, Peter," and they knelt beside us, each licking cum off us. I've never been a big fan of facials: they're fun to watch, and coming anywhere is always nice, but you can't lick your own face - well, not much of it - and if it goes in your eyes you know about it. Trust me. Still, Gus and Peter made a good job of removing the evidence and, as far as I could tell, disposing of it in a recyclable way. It was our turn to be spectators. "Come on, Peter," said Tim with a silly grin on his face (did I have one too?), "Gus needs to get to work on you now." Gus looked at Peter. "Are you OK with this? Can I fuck you?" Peter nodded. "Oh yes Gus, I need to be fucked after those two horny buggers have been at each other." This was very interesting. He hadn't mentioned any sex goings-on before he joined Queen Mary, and by now I was confident that any previous experiences would have been mentioned. None of the boys had fucked him, or at least none of Sir's gang had. I had no idea whether Roger or Sam might have done, but Roger's little adventure with Alan had seemed like his first. So it was Sam or no-one. I whispered in Gus's ear so that Peter couldn't hear, "I think you may be his first: be gentle." Gus smiled. "Come on then, I need you on your back." Peter lay on his back and pulled his knees up to his chest. If he was indeed about to lose his cherry he didn't show any sign of restraint. "There it is Gus, just waiting for a big cock to fill it up." I passed Gus the vaseline and he took a good dollop. He started by licking Peter's balls and gently with the tip of his tongue teased Peter by slowly getting nearer and nearer to his arsehole. Tim and I could see that his hole was opening and closing as his excitement mounted. "Oh, I need it Gus, put it in!" Gus paid no attention, but inserted some of the vaseline, putting one finger in only as far as the first knuckle. Peter's arse clenched shut and Peter moaned happily. Out came the finger - another moan, perhaps of disappointment? - a finger went all the way in - a second - "oh fuck! that's good" - a finger found Peter's prostate - a loud "aaah!" - two fingers came out - pause - "ready Peter?" - "mmmm!" - and Gus placed his cockhead at Peter's arsehole and slowly, inexorably, pushed further and further in. Tim and I exchanged a look of pleasure as the last of Gus's 8 inches disappeared into Peter, with no sign from him of pain. Can he really have been a virgin? "Oh Christ Gus, that's so hot. Your cock's so big. Now fuck me into next week." No, I decided, he's no virgin: we'd need to find out all the details when Gus had filled him up properly. Gus looked over to me and shook his head: he had come to the same conclusion. Peter grabbed Gus's hips and dragged him further in. "Come on!" he demanded. Gus began a slow rhythmical fucking - slow out, fast in, fast out, slow in, over and over. After about four minutes Peter began to turn pink and quiver, and his cock shot a rope of cum up onto his chest. It was only about half an hour since he'd fucked Gus and the volume now was pretty spectacular. If these guys wanked every night his balls must be working overtime. Gus admired Peter's orgasm. "My Peter, that's a fine spunking there. It's a pity to waste it though." Tim needs very little encouragement. When he got back beside me his silly grin was there again. All this time - Peter's cum, Tim's licking - Gus kept a steady rhythm. It wasn't until another five minutes had passed that he began to accelerate, and grunt with each fast push. At last he groaned deeply and his cock pulsed several jets of hot cum deep inside Peter's arse. "Oh God Gus, I can feel your cum!" Gus didn't stay in long and when his cock saw the light of day it was only to be engulfed again by a hungry Mulloy mouth - mine this time. Tim could have what slowly trickled out of Peter. Father Corrigan had made it abundantly clear that the consumption of spunk would put hairs on our chests, but so far, although we consumed our five a day when we could, no chest hair had begun to sprout. We would continue with the diet however. Four young males relaxed, spent for the time being. It was time to tackle Peter. "I had no idea you were used to being fucked," I said - making a statement rather than asking a question. It would be harder for him to duck that way. "Oh yes," he said, "but I haven't told any of you lot about it." "Well tell us now," demanded Tim, "we've seen you in action and you took Gus's like a starving man." Peter laughed. "That's because I was starving. I haven't been fucked since we all joined up in February. Before that I was being fucked every few days at home." "At home? Who by?" asked Tim. We never got fucked at home - we had to go to church for that. "My brother is 5 years older than I am, and he's been fucking me since I was 12. At first I was scared, and it hurt, but he knew that if he was kind and gentle I'd get used to it, and he would get lots more fucks. Turns out I'm far hornier than he is, but he can just about keep up with me." Tim and I shared another smile. We would be having an interesting conversation with Peter when Gus had gone, and as Peter was circumcised Sir's gang would have both bases covered. I won't go into detail about the rest of the night's adventures. I didn't get to fist Gus - not that night anyway - but he did manage to fuck all three of us. I let Tim go last and he had nearly 30 minutes with Gus's cock pummelling his insides. While this was happening I fucked Peter and came inside him. After that while Gus was at work on Tim Peter sucked my lovely sexy brother's cock and swallowed what he produced. Peter now had the full set of Mulloy twins' spunk somewhere beyond his tonsils. At 0530 Gus got out of Tim's bed where the two of them had finally collapsed about two hours earlier and struggled into his uniform. As good hosts we three rose naked, half erect and smelling of sex, and thanked him for coming. "Thank you for having me," he said formally before all four of us fell into giggling. "See you again, Gus," I said, and he was gone. "Sit down, Peter," I said. Ten minutes later Peter was fully in the picture, and could hardly wait until 0915 for his formal induction from Sir. I'd told him about Alan's misfortune, but he didn't seem to be bothered. It was likely that Sir would now ask much more searching questions of intending clients, so a repetition was unlikely. We went back to bed, but sleep hadn't come before Sir tapped on the door. His eyebrows rose when he saw Peter, but my grin told him that he would be put in the picture before long. 0700 brought nothing new, except that I saw both Sam and Alan had bags under their eyes. As we left I murmured to Sam that he looked rather tired. "Too fucking right," he said, "but you look pretty awful as well." A quick look in the mirror proved him right. If we were going to look lovely and sexy, and at the same time enticingly innocent, while we rode up and down displaying ourselves then we ought to look a bit less shop-soiled. Still, the all-night job interviews were now finished. 0915 was interesting with five of us. I told Sir that Peter was a most willing recruit, and that I hoped we might find a sixth. If I was right, I said, I thought we should stop there. Sir said he agreed, and the look in his eye suggested that he and I had a conversation to have about that. "Now to business," he said. "I have clients for all three of Cabin 1. Tim, you are to go to 522 at 1200, Alan, you're for 767 at 1400, and Patrick is to go to 611 at 1430. Each of you is booked for an hour, and there are no special instructions. You know the drill. Showered and fresh beforehand with plenty of vaseline. Sam, I've nothing for you today. Peter, please stay when the others have gone. Patrick, come back here at 1230 please. I want all five of you to come here at 1630. Any questions? Off you go then." "Was that how it usually is?" asked Sam. Tim nodded, "yes; it's when we get our clients." "But how do the clients find us?" I knew this would puzzle him, so I explained about the elevators and the routine if we were approached. "But I don't do elevators." "I think that's what Sir will tell us about this afternoon," I said, knowing damn well that if he didn't raise it at 1230 then I would. "Don't worry," I said, "you'll have someone in a day or two. Coming across it took three days before anyone started sniffing at us." Sam seemed happy with this, and went off to the Purser's office to spend a day being sent hither and yon with errands. I went to my elevator, conscious that I no longer looked like a fresh Ganymede. It was a toss-up whether any boy-loving passenger saw virginal beauty in my tender unblemished cheeks, or beheld a face that clearly said 'this-boy's-been-on-his-back-all-night and I want some of that'. I had plenty of time to think, and the issue that I'd managed to push to the back of my mind now insisted on being considered. Charlie. Although I had followed his lead, and used his words - "you're really special to me" - it was obvious inside my head that I loved him. I loved Tim, but in a different way - or was it so different? It's all very romantic to say that I'd have laid down my life for either of them, but in real life that wasn't something I was likely to be called upon to do. Certainly I felt a tingle when I was with Charlie, and it wasn't a tingle in my balls. I won't deny I lusted after him, as he probably did after me, given that I unlocked his soul, but the tingle was rather higher and somewhat to the left, behind my left nipple in fact. I loved him. Worse: I ... was ... in ... love. There! I've said it. What should I do about it? Crying it from the rooftops was not a good idea. A very restricted group of people had to know: Charlie and Tim. Others could work it out if they wanted to. I had no doubt from what Charlie had said that he felt the same. I need time with him to sort things out. The best thing - from all points of view - would be if Charlie took to fucking, and fucking with men, as keenly as Peter had just done. Getting to that stage, if it could be done at all, would be very hard and potentially very damaging if it turned out that Charlie's lusts didn't extend beyond Patrick Mulloy - so far the only person in his life with whom he had had any sexual contact. I would need Tim. Before my meeting with Sir at 1230 I really had to find Charlie and have a talk with him. Abandoning the elevator I went to the Purser's office, but there was no sign of him. I asked Stewart if he knew where Charlie was. "He went up to Deck 7 with a message about five minutes ago. Do you need him?" If only he knew. "Yes. Can you ask him to meet me ... " but at that moment he appeared. "Come on Charlie," I said, "you're needed," and before he coukd ask any questions I bundled him off into my elevator. As there was no-one else there i gave him a quick kiss. "Oh Patrick," he said, "I've missed you." "And I've missed you, but I've been so busy." "Who needs me?" "I do, silly," I said, kissing him again. Before we got too involved - the elevator door could open at any minute - I took us up to the top deck. "Where are we going?" he asked. "Out on deck where we can talk." "Won't anyone mind?" "Who cares? We need to talk, and that's far more important than what anyone thinks. Come on." I led him to the rail overlooking the ocean. There was no-one nearby. "I wasn't completely honest with you the other day," I said. His face fell. "No, it's not bad news, Charlie, I promise. I said you were special. That's true, but what I should have said was that I think I love you. I'm only 14 and apart from Tim I've never loved anyone. I love Tim because I've known him all my life, but I love you because I found you all by myself and ... oh, I'm not making much sense. I don't just want to love you, you've taken over my whole being and I'd be empty without you." "Patrick, that's exactly how I feel about you. I wanted to tell you that I loved you, but I was frightened of the word, and frightened that if you felt another boy loved you you would be turned off." "Oh Charlie, we are a daft pair, aren't we." I looked at him. His eyes were wet with tears, and so, I admit, were mine. Thank goodness there weren't any passengers nearby. We were both silent, coming to terms with the feelings we'd had such difficulty in expressing. It seemed an age before either of us spoke, but it couldn't have been more than five minutes. "What will we do?" he asked. "I don't know," I said, but I'll think of something. "Come to our cabin tonight at 2100 and we'll talk." "I'd like that," he said, "it'll be fun, won't it?" "Oh, it'll be fun all right," I said, glad that we had negotiated the ricks of a declaration of love without being shipwrecked. We went back inside and returned to our duties. If Charlie and Tim and I coukd become sexual partners then gently introducing Charlie to a more adventurous diet might not be too difficult. I remembered someone saying that a friend who had come late to the joys of wanking was unstoppable. Charlie might be equally keen - he certainly was with me anyway. The obvious guy to use would be Larry in the pool. Charlie would always have fond and vivid memories of the pool. It needed careful thought. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 20 as Sir's band of little helpers grows. The story is, of course, fiction, but the photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing a few months ago, and the boy I describe as "me" is really cute. I'm sure he had adventures ... Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================