Date: Wed, 21 Feb 2018 22:43:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 24 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 24 "I admire you and your brother," Sam said. "I know you've been at this a lot longer than I have, but for a pair of 14-year-olds you seem fearless." I smiled and put my arm round his shoulder. "Were you scared?" "No ... well, yes, a bit. More apprehensive than scared. I think Sir must have made sure that what the client wanted was pretty basic, so when we got down to it I enjoyed it." "What happened?" "He fucked me twice and in between we cuddled and he sucked me off." "Did you enjoy it?" "God yes! I love being fucked and he was good at it. The only worry was whether he was going to do anything weird." "You don't think fucking boys is weird?" "Well, if you put it that way, yes, but that's what we do, isn't it. I meant violence or something nasty. He was nice to me, so it was fine. He gave me £5." "You'll have to describe it at 0915 tomorrow. Keep it factual - leave out the 'it was nice' stuff unless Sir asks you. Just describe him - age, body, cock - and what you did. I'm not sure why he wants us to tell him, but you have to do it. Peter will be reporting as well, and so will Tim and I, so you won't be alone." I asked him if he had showered after his fuck, and when he said he hadn't I sent him off. "Always shower as soon as you can. Sometimes the client tells you to, but if he doesn't then come straight down here. You never know when you might need to be all lovely again. And don't forget to grease your arse." It crossed my mind that I'd like to grease Sam's arse for him, but I kept my mouth shut. It then crossed my mind that I really ought to let Tim grease Sam's arse if the occasion arose. I waited for Peter's return and had a similar conversation with him. He too had been apprehensive but had had a kind client who cared that his chosen boy came twice in the allotted hour. Peter had been fucked 'thoroughly', as he put it, by a very large cock on a very good-looking man. I looked forward to learning a bit more tomorrow morning, as I looked forward to Tim's reporting on Cabin 902 - I was going to make damn sure that he told the story, not me. I could always fill in the bits he left out. Satisfied that the new recruits had weathered their first encounter unscathed I went to look for Charlie to tell him about our date with Larry. I loved it that he broke into a broad grin every time he saw me, and I was conscious that I did exactly the same. How foolish to think that our relationship wasn't in lights ten feet high above our heads! When I told him what I'd planned he was like a kid before Christmas - he could hardly contain his excitement. And this was the boy who'd been a wank virgin only a week earlier. I felt I ought to put in some time doing what Cunard, as distinct from a few individual passengers, were paying me for. As Sir had reminded us all, buyers would wish to see the goods displayed before they committed to making a purchase. I went up and down, smiling brightly, but I didn't receive an approach, and I don't think anyone paid the kind of attention which would lead to a return trip in my elevator. I might get a day off tomorrow. Tim and I didn't eat much that evening - lobster is very filling - and we didn't hang about chatting when we had our break. I didn't want to get involved in a 'what have you been doing' conversation with the other cabin, so I went back to shop window duty in my elevator until it was time to pack up. When I got back to the cabin Alan was there with Charlie, both wearing only their pants - it was very hot. It was time for me to have the 'what have you been doing' conversation that I actually wanted to have. "Has he taught you everything?" I asked Charlie. He grinned. "I don't know about 'everything', but he's taught me a lot. A hell of a lot, in fact, including saying 'hell of a'. He told me about the two brutes who beat him." In a way I was glad about this - it had to be Alan who told him - and I explained about the passports that Sir now held as security. "Why their passports?" "Tell him, Alan." Charlie was very impressed by yet another display of Catholic sin. "Did he tell you the kind of things clients want us to do?" "Well, some of them. I'm a bit nervous about being fucked, and when you fucked me it was special, but that's because of who you are," he said simply. "And because of who you are too, Charlie. Most of the people who will fuck you on this ship aren't going to be in love with you, but I hope the fucks will still be enjoyable." Alan smiled. Why, I wondered. Was it because Charlie and I radiated happiness, and it was infectious? Charlie added quietly, "we fucked as well, just so's you know, Patrick." "Good, was it?" "Oh yes! - not as good as you," he said quickly. We both laughed. "Charlie, we know Patrick's special; you don't have to keep on reminding him though," said Alan, "and for what it's worth when you fucked me it was good too." Charlie really was moving fast. Tim came in at this point, and seeing we were all down to our pants he stripped off as well. "Hello, Charlie, are you family now?" Luckily Charlie's reaction was to laugh, put his arms round Tim, kiss his lips and simply say, "yes." Of awkwardness there was none. I told Tim that Alan had been showing the wounds of his trade to Charlie. "Let's see," said Tim, "how are they now?" "Not sore at all, thanks to Sir's cream." I didn't want to emphasize the risks too much, so I was glad that Alan was now down-playing the whole thing. "Charlie and I are going to see Larry tonight," I said. "I want Charlie's first fucks from men to be from men I trust, and men who've already fucked me." "That doesn't narrow the field much," said my brother unkindly. I chose to ignore this provocation. "Tonight Larry. The next three nights Gus, Ryan and Phil." "Poor Charlie will be worn out by the time we reach Southampton," said Alan. Charlie's eyes lit up. "Oh, I hope so," he said, and we all fell in a heap of giggling teenagers with half-hard cocks. Alan didn't know about the ring operated by Phil and Larry, but I didn't want to tell him at that moment: it would be better to tell him at the same time as I told Sam and Peter, probably not until we got to Southampton and the cabin arrangement was changed. I liked most of the other six, but I wasn't going to be sorry to see them promoted to higher duties, well away from our little nest of iniquity. "When are we going?" asked Charlie. "We've to be at the pool at 2230." "Oh, not here then," said Tim sadly, "I'd have liked to see Larry again. "I'm sure you will," I said, "but tonight is for Charlie. Once he's as keen as you are of having big strong men up his arse then maybe he'll let you get your hands on them again." Charlie's blushes were a delight to see, but whether it was my language, or the thought of all those big strong men giving him a nice time, was hard to determine. Time seemed to pass slowly that evening, but at last it was time to go. Charlie and I had taken our pants off earlier and, naked and unembarrassed, we had applied vaseline to the appropriate places: I his, he mine. Trousers on (no pants were needed) and jackets on (no shirts either) we went softly up to the pool door. We didn't see anyone, for which Charlie was glad. Going off to be fucked was much less worrying to him than being seen fully clothed in a part of the ship with which he was unfamiliar. I opened the door quietly and we both slipped in. The pool was still. The only lights were coming from the changing rooms. "There's someone here," whispered Charlie. "I hope so," I whispered back, "and his name's Larry." At this point one of the changing rooms opened and Larry came out - Larry in a pair of very skimpy white swimming trunks. His 8 inches showed clearly, lying sideways. Charlie couldn't take his eyes off it. "Let's have a swim first," said Larry, "there's no hurry, I take it?" We shook our heads. Charlie and I stripped and when Larry saw that we intended to swim naked he peeled off his trunks, allowing his cock to swing free. We all jumped in and enjoyed the sensation of water on naked skin. We swam about for five minutes or so, then Larry said we should get out and get to know each other. He produced three enormous towels, and we wrapped ourselves in them and went into the changing room. Larry had pulled a couple of benches away from the wall and had laid towels on each of them. We sat down to talk. "Charlie," I said, "you're now part of Sir's group of six boys who are available for passengers to fuck. There's another group of men - young men, but not boys - who are available for passengers whose tastes run to that age group. Larry and Phil - one of the waiters - run it. That's how I know Larry. How much of the boy side of it do you know about, Larry?" "Only that you and Tim are the sexiest kids I've fucked in a long time, and that the passengers are getting a good deal. One day your six and a few of mine must get together." "I'd like that," I said. "So would I," added Charlie. Larry turned to Charlie and gently took his towel away. "Patrick has told me about you, Charlie, and I know why he's brought you here. I want you to enjoy the next hour, but if you aren't you must promise to tell me." Charlie nodded. "My cock's bigger than any of the boys who've fucked you before, and I expect you know it might hurt." Charlie nodded again, and reached over to lift Larry's towel. "It's big," he said, "but Sam's is nearly as big, and I loved having him inside me. I really want you to fuck me, Larry, even if it does hurt at first." Larry looked at me, and I nodded. "OK, Charlie, I'm going to lie down and Patrick will guide you onto me." My towel fell off me as I stood up to help, and all three of us were hard and horny. Charlie knelt over Larry's chest and I made him scoot back until his arse was over the tip of Larry's cock. Larry drew his foreskin back so that Charlie could feel the wet head of his cock rubbing round his arse lips. "Oooh! that's good," he sighed. "Now lower yourself gradually - you're in charge of how fast and how far it goes in," I said, and stood back to let them adjust. Charlie's eyes were closed and he grimaced as he allowed Larry's cock into his arse. I watched. Charlie slowly lowered himself further - Larry didn't move at all - and in a minute or so Charlie could feel Larry's pubes on his balls. "You're all the way in," he said. I was proud of him. The grimace had gone, and he hadn't made a sound as the biggest cock he'd taken slowly slid into him. Larry reached forward and put his arms round him, pulling him down for a long kiss. "Well done, Charlie," he said. "I love the feeling of being stretched and filled up," Charlie murmured, "you can start to fuck me now." Larry knew how important this would be for Charlie, so he was slow and gentle as he withdrew and pushed in again. He knew that a long slow penetration would be much more stimulating to Charlie's prostate, as well as all the millions of nerve endings in his arse, all just waiting to sent tingling messages of ecstasy to the boy's brain, and then to his balls. I knelt behind Larry, my knees either side of his head. I wanted to see Charlie's face and to see, and be ready to savour, the massive cum that Charlie would have. Larry was much more skilled, and with luck he might be able to keep his own orgasm back while Charlie came twice. After about four minutes of long slow all-the-way-in fucking Charlie started to get noisier. I knew it didn't matter as there was no-one anywhere near, so on this occasion I didn't say anything about keeping quiet. Charlie was groaning 'oh! oh! oh!' and I knew he was near. He hadn't touched his cock at all, but he was very near. "Let it happen, Charlie," I said, "see if you can get it to hit my chest." Charlie needed no bidding, of course, and nature obliged me. At the last moment he grabbed his cock and pulled his foreskin back. I saw his piss-slit open, almost in slow motion, and rope after rope of his lovely hot cum - cum that I would spend my life cherishing - flew out. The first jet didn't quite make it all the way to my chest, but it did hit my leg beside Larry's head. Larry's chest got the rest, and I was able to reach forward to get most of it. It was pure essence of Charlie, as personal a flavour of the boy I loved as it was possible to be. Each delicious rope had been accompanied by a cry of 'aaaaah!' until the last drop had left his gorgeous cock. "Oh, fuck, that was the best ever!" he said. I moved from beside Larry's head to be able to kiss Charlie, and share the cummy flavour in my mouth. All this time Larry was keeping up a steady rhythm. "That was good, Charlie," he said, "I could feel your arse tightening on my cock each time you fired another jet. There's more to come though," and he picked up speed. It was time to give Charlie a good hard fuck. Charlie's immediate response to a fair pounding from Larry was to groan "oh yes, that's so fucking good." This was the boy who had hesitated only a week ago from using even the mildest profanity. Now, impaled on a man's cock and thoroughly enjoying it, he was a different creature. Doubtless the good folk of Durness would have been turned to stone had they heard, but luckily Charlie's groans, although loud, didn't carry that far. If he was as turned on by being fucked as this then Sir had a champion joining his gang. Why not get involved, I thought to myself, so I went back to my kneeling position - almost. I was about four inches nearer Charlie and my arse was over Larry's face. If he wanted to get his lips on my arse all he had to do was reach up and pull me down: I would leave it to him. Larry didn't hesitate. His hands gripped my hips and his tongue was lapping my arsehole. Charlie wasn't the only one moaning. Larry was able to get his tongue an inch or more into me, and was mmmm-ing as he did so. Charlie was groaning constantly, with frequent encouraging cries of 'yes'. I started to wank myself, and when Charlie saw this he grabbed his own cock, and together we raced towards release. Larry accelerated strongly, and took his mouth off my arse long enough to mutter 'nearly there' before planting his tongue firmly up inside. He gave a loud growl as his cock plunged even deeper, pouring spunk up inside Charlie's hungry arse. The feeling of spunk gushing into him sped Charlie to his second coming - all over me - and mine, only a few seconds later, coated him from his chest downwards. Charlie and I embraced, Larry's cock still in place. "Oh Patrick!" he said. "Oh Charlie," I agreed. We kissed. Larry's cock slipped out. I pushed Charlie gently backwards and lay on top of him, a cummy mess between us. Larry smiled at the sight of us. "Do the others know you two are in love?" "Is it that obvious?" I said. "Oh, Patrick, until this minute you've seemed so intelligent. That's the silliest thing you've said. Of course it's obvious, and why wouldn't it be? Do the others know?" Charlie answered for me. "Yes. The rest of Sir's gang know. I don't think anyone else does, because we haven't had that much to do with them since ..." "Since we found it had happened," I said. "Well, I'm very happy for you both," said Larry. "That was a great fuck, Charlie. Patrick, he's passed with flying colours." "And flying ... spunk," said Charlie. Since there was a risk that Charlie and I would become cemented together Larry suggested that another swim might be a good idea. We didn't stay in long enough, but we had a nice cuddle, the three of us, before getting out and drying ourselves again. Larry whispered so that Charlie couldn't hear, "do you want me to fuck you as well?" I smiled, "no, not this time; tonight is all about him." "I think he'll do," whispered Larry. I nodded happily. Before he was let loose on passengers he needed to be tested by others, and that would need to be in our cabin ... unless Ryan might be able to entertain us. If his mate was away fucking his girl friend it might be possible. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 25 as plans are laid for Charlie's further adventures. 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. ===============================================================================