Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2018 19:04:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys 26 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 26 Ryan's tongue bathed Charlie's crack, licking slowly from his balls to his arsehole and back. Charlie couldn't keep still - a good sign, I thought. Ryan's tongue slowly shortened its back-and-forth journey until it was slowly going round and round Charlie's lips. Charlie's hands strayed to his cock, but there was no way I was going to let him come so I knelt behind his head and reached forward to take his hands in mine. "Leave it," I whispered, "the more I torture you by not letting you come, the better it'll be when you do." Charlie smiled, and his hands gripped mine. Suddenly his expression changed - Ryan's tongue had gone in, and gone in a good way from Charlie's face. I will spare you the ooohs! and aaahs!, but be assured they were continuous while Ryan was at work. I leant forward to kiss Charlie - from upside down kissing's quite different as your tongue touches parts of your lover's mouth it doesn't usually touch. Ryan moved, and Charlie's cock found itself in Ryan's mouth, Ryan's tongue being very skilled at what it was about. Charlie's arse did not go long unfilled though, for one of Ryan's fingers were in there. Charlie's eyes opened wide - he hadn't had fingers in there before (at least, if he had, he hadn't mentioned it to me) - and opened even wider when a second finger went in as well. "I'm nearly there," he whispered to me. "Let it come then," I said, "Ryan can carry on while you do, and you'll probably come again before he does." Ryan could hear all this and moved his fingers to Charlie's prostate. This under-used organ (until a week ago) was ultra-sensitive and it took only about three seconds before Charlie unloaded into Ryan's mouth with a great sigh. Ryan bobbed his head as he felt the spasms of spunk pouring from the cock in his mouth, milking it for every drop. His fingers kept up their rubbing in Charlie's arse. Charlie's face was a mask of delight - a grin as wide as his face, his eyes glazed with lust. "You enjoyed that," I whispered. "Mmm!" When Charlie's cock has softened a bit Ryan raised his head, gave the tip a lick (Charlie shuddered) and said, "now for some real action, Charlie." He touched his cockhead to Charlie's wide-open hole, every nerve ending up there begging for more stimulation, and felt the muscle involuntarily clench and dilate, almost as though Charlie's arse was breathing. He pushed in slowly, pausing not so much to let Charlie get used to it - wholly unnecessary after his steep learning curve of recent days - but to prolong the pleasure of both of them in being invader and invadee. I swear he took nearly two minutes to get the whole nine inches in, millimetre by millimetre. Charlie's face showed that he was loving every second. From my vantage point I could see everything - Charlie's face, Ryan's face, Charlie's softening still cum-slick cock. I turned to look at Alan. "You're a good teacher," I said. "Yeah, but you've got a really keen learner there," he said with a grin. "You'll make each other very happy." It was my turn to produce a grin as wide as my face. Ryan had started to fuck Charlie. I'd briefed him that he was only Charlie's second man, and that I wanted him to be fucked slowly and as erotically as Ryan could manage. I was impressed how he combined being gentle and considerate with being strong and forceful. There was no way that Charlie was anything other than blissfully happy with what was happening inside him. Satisfied that all was well there, and feeling very horny, I went over to Alan's bed. "Fuck me," I said simply. I got on my back, and he did. It was good. When he'd filled me I told him to pull out so that I could clean his cock. His cock was ultra-sensitive, so my tongue was very gentle as it searched out every last morsel of good cockney cum, flavoured with a trace of Scouse juices. When I was satisfied it was ready for the next time he bent over me, took my cock - straining for release - into his mouth where his palate and tongue were soon coated with my pent-up load. I looked over to my bed. Charlie's eyes were tight shut; Ryan was still fucking him, although rather faster than before. He had had his cock up Charlie's arse for a good fifteen minutes. Charlie was learning the mile, rather than the 220 yards tonight. I went over and kissed his lips. "Happy?" "Oh, fuck, yes. He's magic up there." Seven words he would not have uttered a fortnight ago. Ryan muttered to me, "can I come now?" "Of course," I said, "one day you must give us all lessons in how to keep it back. Go for it!" And go for it he did. My request earlier was that Charlie should be gradually eased into fierce fucking, but after 15 minutes Ryan obviously felt that he could move things up a gear ... and up a gear he certainly moved. Almost the whole glistening 9 inches was withdrawn from Charlie's arse - his lips following it out, as though embracing it and dragging it back in again - before being plunged - hard - all the way back in. "Oh God!" cried Charlie, "this ... is ... so ... fu ... cking ... aaah!" and he came again, spurting four thick jets of cum up onto his belly. At that Ryan found a tenth inch and filled Charlie's arse with pulse after pulse of spunk. Charlie reached up and put his arms round Ryan. They kissed. Ryan pulled out. "Who wants to clean me up?" I nodded towards Alan, "it's his turn." Alan isn't as big a cum-hound as Tim or me, but offered a still-warm 9 inches (well, down to 7 by now) he wasn't going to refuse. I took Charlie in my arms. He looked into my eyes. "Do you realize that if you hadn't taken me swimming none of this would have happened? My whole life shifted thanks to you." "Mine too, Charlie." Four eyes were full of tears, as well as love. Two arses were full of cum, gently trickling out into the unwelcoming cold. Two mouths put that right. Ryan put his clothes back on, and gave each of us - all still naked and very happy - a kiss. "Thanks, boys. That was great. Charlie, you're a star. Patrick, you're a ... " "Galaxy," said Charlie quietly. Ryan smiled, "yeah," and went away to discover how successful his cabin-mate had been in the fucking department. It was after 2300 and the three of us were ready for bed. "Tim'll stay with Sam tonight," I said, "they're pretty close." Alan nodded. "Charlie, will you stay with me?" Another really stupid question, I thought as soon as I'd asked it. No reply was needed. By now all of us were sufficiently relaxed about being seen naked that we didn't bother putting pyjamas on before going for a shower and a piss. The three of us were in there when Andrew came in for a piss looking half asleep still. "Am I missing the party?" he said. "No, you're just in time," I said quickly, and knelt at his feet taking his cock into my mouth. "Oh, Patrick, I came in for a piss." "So?" I said in the one second in which my lips were not round his cock. Alan was aware of what would be happening, so he took Andrew's hand and led him into the shower. "Watch this, Charlie," he whispered, "you won't have come across this before. Some clients want it, and he and Tim are experts." When Andrew and I were in the shower I knelt again, but didn't take his cock in my mouth. "Do it on me, on my chest," I said. Andrew was startled - although we'd fucked and sucked this was new to him. "You want me to piss on you?" I nodded. "Go on, Andrew, it's OK," said Alan. Like every male who really needs to piss he found it a bloody sight harder to do so in the circumstances in which he now found himself. After about 20 seconds he muttered, "oh well, here it is then," and a trickle of hot piss ran down my chest, followed by a pleasingly fierce torrent. I rubbed it into my skin, as you do, before applying my lips to it while it was still pouring from Andrews's cock far too vigorously for him to have stopped, even if he had wanted to. I opened my mouth and let the piss flow down my chest. I didn't think that being seen to swallow it was a step to which Charlie ought to be exposed just yet. Andrew shook his cock, I gave it a final lick, and he somewhat sheepishly went back to bed. I wondered if he would think he'd dreamed the whole thing tomorrow morning. Reeking of piss I turned the shower on. "Coming in, Charlie?" He grinned - Charlie's appreciation of the double entendre was something we would both enjoy as the decades passed. "I had no idea you could do that," he said. "Alan said a client had done it to you and Tim." "Yes, Slim. It's not everyone's idea of fun, but you have to be willing if it's what the client wants. When Sir fixes it up he asks what the client wants, and if it's more than just basic sucking and fucking then there's more to pay. He told us what Slim wanted, so we made sure we really need to piss when we got to his stateroom." Charlie took all this in. "I understand that side of it, the business side," he said, "but I'm not sure about someone pissing on me." "I can't think why," I said, "because all the time you've been talking I've been pissing on you." He looked down to see a stream of piss coming from my cock and, as it was coming to an end, aiming straight at his own cock. I took his soft cock in my hand and aimed it up at my belly. "Go on, "I said, "try." After the expected 20 seconds he relaxed and we had the first of several hundred such shared showers. Next time, I promised myself, it would be in my mouth, but one step at a time, Patrick. Alan stepped to the door of the shower and pissed down my back. Ten minutes later we were all clean, dry, and asleep. It had been a good day. When I woke in the night Charlie's arms were around me. Dawn was just breaking and a faint light filled the cabin. I felt safe, secure, loved. Although I was the leader in all our sexual exploration together, and still had a lot more to teach him, he was older and stronger that I was. It was nice to lie there and be cuddled by my lover, his warm body next to mine, knowing that whatever life might throw at us, nothing could take away the joy of that moment, and of the last week. I watched a vein in his neck as it beat with his heart. I felt his breath as his chest rose and fell. I studied his face as I hadn't studied it before. His eyelids, his nose, his lips - all were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Years of sex with Father Corrigan and plenty of others had been fun and occasionally ecstatic, but nothing had prepared me for the complete immersion of my whole being in another. Sex with Charlie was wonderful, as it had been with others, not least with Tim. But just being with Charlie, absent sex, was wonderful too. I fell asleep again, knowing that life was good, even for wicked sinners like me. When I woke again Charlie was propped up on one elbow looking at me. "Hello," he said. "How long have you been looking at me?" "I've been looking at you for about five minutes. I've realised that I've been looking for you all my life." "Funny you should say that. I was looking at you just as it was getting light and thinking you were so beautiful." He laughed. "I'm not beautiful, Patrick, I'm just your Charlie." I put my head in the hollow between his cheek and his shoulder. "Yes," I whispered, "I know." "Come on, lovebirds, it's time to get up," and Alan brought us back to reality. I hoped he and Peter would pair off after Southampton. At 0700 Sir told us that Roger was doing well, and that we could see him today. "He's still got a way to go, and Matron says that only two of you may see him at a time, and only for a few minutes. Stewart and Andrew, you may see him at 1100. Chris and Dave, go with Harry at 1115, and if Matron grumbles that there's too many tell her I'm sorry. Sam and Tim at 1130, Alan and Peter at 1145, Charlie and Patrick at 1200. Don't stay more than five minutes, all right?" Eleven boys nodded. "Tomorrow night is the last night at sea and cabins 1 and 2 will get the treat. Roger will miss out, I'm afraid. Any questions? Off you go then." 0915 was more interesting. Sam and Peter gave their reports with nothing unusual having taken place. Sir told me to go to 611 at 1030 and to 713 at 1500. "You'll be worn out, I expect, Patrick," he said with a twinkle. Tim was to go to 445 at 1130 and Peter to go to 488 at 1500. "Nothing special for any of you. Sam and Alan are wanted together in 822 for two hours at 1400. Full bladders for you two." They exchanged looks. "Alan is aware of what is entailed, Sam, and no doubt he'll explain it all to you." Alan nodded. "It's going to be a busy day," said Sir. "Charlie, how is your training going?" Charlie said that it was going well. "No, Charlie, I want details, remember?" Charlie swallowed. "Ryan fucked me yesterday and I came twice. Then after he'd gone - " He paused. "Go on, Charlie, it's OK," I said, "tell him." "Well, after Ryan had gone Patrick and Alan and I went to shower and Andrew came for a piss and he pissed on Patrick. Then Patrick pissed on me, and I pissed on him." "Thank you, Charlie. Did you enjoy that?" Charlie nodded. "Good," said Sir, "because that's what Alan and Sam will be enjoying later, and some clients want that. I need to know that my boys are willing. It's even better if they're going to enjoy it." When we left I squeezed Charlie's hand. "Well done - it isn't easy to tell him everything. You did well." "It wasn't as embarrassing as I thought it would be, and with you and the others there it seemed sort of natural." "We've got another busy day," I reminded him, "and 24 hours from now you'll be as ready as I can make you." He smiled. "I'm looking forward to it." My 1500 would clash with Gus's visit, as I had feared it might. However it gave me the golden opportunity of involving Tim, about whom I was still a bit concerned. He mustn't get the idea that I've rejected him. I explained what was planned. "Christ! you've got a busy day," he said, "two clients, Gus, Phil, whatever you and Charlie get up to after." "And whatever you and I get up to as well, Tim. I still love you, you know." "Oh, I know," he said, giving me a hug, "I was moody yesterday. Don't pay any attention. Anyway, I think I may have news for you." "And?" "I'm not telling you till I'm sure," he said, "probably during tomorrow night's excitement." "Now about Charlie," I said. "Gus will appear soon after he comes off duty at 1400. My client is at 1500. I want you to look after Charlie for me - I won't be there at all. Larry and Ryan have fucked him long and slow. I need him to experience fast and fierce - not cruel, just hard. Will you make sure that happens? And be close in case ... " "Patrick, you don't have to explain. I'll look after him. It's what you do for family." He smiled happily. What was going through his mind, I wondered. The good thing was that the recent strain between us was mended. There wasn't much time for me to prepare for my first engagement, so I had a quick shower, greased myself, and at 1030 I was knocking on the door of stateroom 611. It was opened by my European client. "Come in," he said quietly. "My name is Heinz and this is Zizi, who you are to play with. I shall leave you now in Zizi's hands and I shall return in one hour. Is that good, Zizi?" "Yes, Uncle," murmured Zizi. Heinz left. I looked at Zizi; Zizi was about 12 at most, with short fair hair. Zizi was wearing a dress - surely I wasn't expected to fuck a girl. I'd never fucked a girl - indeed I'd never even given it a thought. I felt like Siegfried when he took off the breastplate and found Brunnhilde tits up: I was terrified. I had absolutely no idea what to do. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 27 as a long day unfolds and I confront my fears. 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. ===============================================================================