Date: Wed, 7 Mar 2018 17:30:37 +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 29 We showered together, allowing the water to pour over our naked bodies. He took me in his arms and kissed my lips - a chaste, gentle kiss, unlike the ones we both knew we'd share later. "I want to say something to you," he said, "here, where we're alone and nobody can hear us." I smiled and waited. "I have changed so much in the last ten days," he said, "and we both know why. I could never repay what I owe you unless you let me be with you and love you for the rest of my life." "Oh Charlie, that's exactly what I want, and I know it's what we're going to have." I put my arms round him. "It's not about repaying debts, it's about the two of us sharing everything - the good times and the bad ones - knowing that you are the most important person to me, and I'm the same for you. We are so lucky, Charlie, to have found each other so young. I love you, more that I ever thought possible." Charlie nodded. "Me too," he whispered. "Come on then," I said, giving his arse a smack, "we've work to do. By the time we all parade like good bell-boys before Sir at 0700 you'll be a fully-fledged sexual athlete." He blushed, but he was quite pleased really. "You think so?" "I'm sure of it," I said, "Tim told me how you were with Gus earlier. You're as big a sex fiend as the Mulloys are. Phil won't be a trial, he'll be the icing on the cake." "You've planned all this, haven't you?" I told him how I'd wanted his first adult sex would be with men I'd already been with, and who could be trusted to teach him things, rather than use him as a sex object. "Plenty of clients will only be interested in their own pleasure, but there will be some - lots, I hope - who are generous enough to make sure the boy gets satisfaction too. Two weeks ago you didn't seem a likely candidate for that kind of thing -" he blushed again "- but now, well, now you're a new man, Charlie." "And a sex fiend, according to Tim." "Well, he's as good a judge of that as I am. Let's face it, all six of us are sex fiends, otherwise we couldn't do what we do for very long." We dried off and went back to the cabin. Tim and Sam were still there. "All ready, Charlie?" said Sam, "I envy you. Phil's never fucked any of us apart from Patrick, but I hope to put that right soon. I just have to make do with Patrick's kid brother." My kid brother lunged at his boyfriend and a tussle ensued, enjoyed hugely by both of them. "Come into my lair," said Sam when they'd both had enough, "I want to eat you up." And with a pair of happy smiles the two of them went off next door, doubtless to do just that. Phil would be coming to our lair in ten minutes. Charlie and I were alone, naked, showered, excited. I reached for the vaseline and greased my lover's arse. It was so smooth and soft. I loved every inch of him. Tomorrow night I wouldn't have to share him. Tomorrow night, and every night ... Shortly after 2205 there was a tap at the door and Phil put his head round. "Is this where I'm expected?" I introduced Charlie and Phil embraced him, kissing him fiercely. Charlie was a bit taken aback, but to his credit it took him only a second or two to respond, and I could see both sets of throat muscles enjoying exploring each other's mouths. Charlie's hands dropped to Phil's arse, grabbing his cheeks and pulling Phil even closer. Charlie was a natural, I was delighted to see. Phil broke off. "Take my clothes off, Charlie." Charlie undid the buttons on Phil's shirt, opening it to reveal Phil's chest. Charlie licked both of Phil's nipples. Where on earth had he picked that up? Phil shook his shirt off. Charlie knelt and undid Phil's trouser buttons. He reached in and was surprised that Phil was commando. "Mmm! nice," he said, drawing Phil's cock into the open briefly before it was engulfed in his mouth. Beautiful Calvinist Charlie the cocksucker! Phil's trousers soon joined his shirt on the floor. "Come onto the bed," murmured Phil, "it's more comfortable there." I don't know how to describe the next half hour: even decades later I can't disentangle the strands of emotion I felt. I had engineered this - this trial of Charlie's ability to deal with energetic unrestrained sex with a man - and I was the one who felt he was being tried. Charlie was an animal; Phil was pressing every button he knew and Charlie was responding with mounting delight. Phil fucked him hard and mercilessly, pounding for three or four minutes before thrusting deep into him and drowning him. Charlie came while this was happening, and when he felt Phil coming he was hard again. Phil took his cock out and Charlie was onto it like a cat on a mouse, gobbling it up. When Phil's cock was clean Charlie sat back, licking his lips and looking more like Mephistopheles than Calvin. Had I done this? Could I cope with what I had unwittingly uncaged? I wasn't worried about coping with the sexual animal that was the new Charlie: he and I were as one in that respect, and we would always stay in step, slowing down gradually as we aged and the fires burned less fiercely; no, I was worried about the responsibility I now had for tearing away the framework for his life, his decisions about right and wrong, which his upbringing had given him. Take away a boy's - a man's - moral compass and you may leave him bewildered. As I said, I don't know how to describe that half hour. All I know is that I saw a new Charlie, and one I loved all the more as he showed an uninhibited joy for life - for sex, anyway, and at 14 they meant much the same thing. I went and curled up beside my Mephistophelean chum. "You liked that," I murmured. "Yes." He turned to me and gave me another chaste, gentle kiss. "Thank you, Patrick. I like you too." Phil was on Tim's bed, recovering, watching what we were doing. "Charlie, how much do you know of what you're getting involved in?" he asked. Charlie paused, looked at me, found only encouragement in my face, and said "I don't know, Phil. I know that Sir has six boys who are willing to have sex with passengers, and that Patrick is their leader. I'm going to be the sixth and that the last three days I've been tested by you and three other men. I know I've loved every minute of it. I'm not daft enough to think that every man will be as kind, as thoughtful, or as good as you've all been - I know that Alan got a beating - but I'm going into this with my eyes open. And before Patrick jumps in to say it, I know I'll be going in with my arse open as well." He grinned at me, "see, I can talk dirty just like you bloody Mulloys." "That's good, Charlie," said Phil, "but how much do you know about me, and what I do?" Charlie looked blank. "Well, Larry and I run a similar scheme for passengers who want sex with mem, rather than boys. There are several crew members who are willing to make a bit of money and give the passengers a good time. One day we'll all have a party, and get to know one another." I put my oar in. "That sounds fun. How many of you are there?" "At the moment there are eight of us, but you won't know most of them. Unlike you beautiful lads we have to provide a much wider range of ages and types. You'll have noticed that all of Corrigan's boys - the other six as well as you six - are all slim and obviously the same age." I coughed. "Well, you two are special, Patrick, we all know that. Men have a wide range of requirements if they want other men. Some want guys my age, some want guys of 40, some want fit types with muscles, some want big cuddly guys who weigh 18 stone. It takes all sorts." "And you cater for all that?" I said. "Oh yes." I asked how he got customers. "We go up and down in the elevators all day flaunting our beautiful available bodies, but where do passengers see your guys?" Phil explained about how the queer grapevine worked (very differently from how it works now 80 years later), and that queers could generally recognize other queers. "Word gets round," he said mysteriously, "and the queer passengers soon work out, or hear, that one of the bars is where other queers tend to go. I have two barmen there, and after that it's pretty straightforward." I was amazed at how grown-ups went about the business of getting a fuck. "Is there anything else you two need to know, because if not I want to stop talking and have some more fun." Neither of us felt that further questioning was of any importance, and seeing that we were as keen to get on with it as he was Phil came across to where Charlie and I were still cuddled together. "I can stay for about two hours," he said, "and that means there's time for me to fuck both of you. Who's going next?" Charlie said, "you go, I want to see you having the sort of pleasure Phil gave me." I nodded, kissed him briefly and advised Phil that he could do his worst. "I seem to remember you went crazy when I fingered you after James's luncheon. Shall we take that a bit further?" When I got into position Phil told Charlie to come over and watch. "You'll soon find out that lots of clients have no idea about what pleasure you can give them with just your fingers. Watch what I do and watch Patrick's face. He's hopeless at keeping still, and his expression will tell you a lot about what's happening up his arse." I laughed - I was going to enjoy being Phil's guinea pig. "On your back then" he said. Knees up beside my ears, arse ready for action ... I was going to enjoy this. Phil's fingers teased my perineum, running along with barely perceptible contact, touching my arse lips briefly as they went by. They touched my balls as well, but they never went near my cock. Charlie was watching, stroking his own cock absent-mindedly. I knew he was remembering everything, and I knew we would be doing this to each other many, many times. Very slowly Phil increased the contact his fingers made, and I couldn't help flexing my arse lips, enticing his fingers in where they were needed. Of course he ignored this, prolonging the teasing despite my quiet moans. At last a finger stopped ... it rubbed slowly round the outside of my hole, twitching, twitching, begging to be entered. My hands went to my cock - I needed release. "Charlie, stop him!" said Phil, "get behind his head and hold his hands." This was going to be exquisite torture. Charlie took my hands and bent over to kiss me. "Love you," he whispered. I smiled. Phil put a finger inside me and I sighed happily. We were on the way. A second followed ... and the all-important third. I knew I was about to experience an assault on my prostate and I tried to relax every muscle in my body, allowing the waves of pleasure to spread from my arse through me. I knew that the longer I could postpone coming the more my body would be washed in the surge of hot electric pulses radiating from deep inside me. Phil was rubbing my prostate with two of his fingers, rolling them over and over, while his middle finger was probing as deep inside me as he could get. "Can you get more in?" I said, "before you make me come." "I don't think so," he said, "my hand's too big. But I know someone who can." He beckoned Charlie over. "Look at my hand," he said, showing him how to make the right wedge shape. "Now put a finger in ... go on, it won't hurt, he's dying for it." And for the first time Charlie used his fingers on me. The first went in and poked around, feeling the heat inside me. "Now another," said his teacher. The second was better, and when he summoned up the courage to add a third - "it's really stretching him" - "it's meant to, Charlie" - I felt I was near. "Do you feel a lump?" Charlie nodded, and Phil explained what it was. "Rub it then, and watch his face." Charlie wasn't too sure - he told me afterwards that he was worried about hurting me - but when I moaned "go for it" he rubbed away. I was very near - it had been 20 minutes or more since Phil had started in on me - and I started to make more noise. Then suddenly it happened - six hard jets shot from my cock. "Ease off, Charlie, you can feel his arse tightening on your fingers. Look at what you made him do." Charlie had been looking; he had seen my cock firing harder than he'd seen it do before. The lines of cum reached my chin. "Wow!" he breathed, "did I make him do that?" Charlie gently took his fingers from my arse and came to kiss me. He gingerly touched the cum on my chin with the tip of his tongue and very slowly and very sexily traced each rope, licking as he did so. His face was wreathed in smiles as he consumed my spunk - the spunk of his lover. I reached for him and drew his face to mine, kissing him deeply and passionately. Phil was amused. "You seem quite keen on each other," he said, "I like to see boys like that." I broke off to tell him that if he went next door he'd probably see Tim and Sam being keen on each other as well. "It's going to be a happy ship then," he said. He let us smooch on for some minutes, then reminded Charlie that a second fuck was wanted. Charlie grinned. "I think it might be fun to try something different," said Phil, and turning to me, still recovering from a great orgasm, said "do you want to try a spit roast?" "Charlie in the middle?" I said. "Of course, that's the object of the evening surely?" I told Charlie to kneel on all fours across the bed with his shoulders low and his arse in the air. Phil stood behind him - the height was just right - and I stood at the other side of the bed. "Spit roasting is where you have a cock in you at each end," I explained, "but you have to be careful with your teeth. Before when you've sucked a cock you haven't had somebody else fucking you at the same time, and it's easy to get carried away by the pleasure at one end which can make you forget about your teeth at the other end. And since if you bite my cock off you'll never forgive yourself, you'll see how important it is." Charlie let it be known that he was all for experiencing this new treat: indeed his ardour was very considerable that it should happen right then. Phil obliged. He knew that he had to be slow and gentle for my cock's safety. I knew that Charlie would enjoy a long slow fuck far more than a quick fast one, and since Phil had come less than an hour ago he would be able to keep going for quite a while. Once he had his cock deep inside Charlie I pulled my foreskin back, stepped forward and rubbed my cock on his lips. He took me in and I relaxed at the sensation of his tongue on my sensitive cockhead. I felt the tip of his tongue explore my piss slit, already wet with precum. I took his head in my hands and stroked his hair, soft like a kitten. Oh Charlie, I miss you so much. During the 20 minutes before Phil came again Charlie came twice: once involuntarily when, without warning, his cock lurched and spat sum onto the bed, and then again as Phil filled him. Charlie grabbed his cock and thrashed it hard. His third cum in just over an hour wasn't the biggest, but it was certainly the noisiest. Nobody's sucking technique is much good when they're being spit-roasted, so I didn't cum while I was being sucked. The sight and sound of Phil's and Charlie's orgasms were too great to resist, so when Phil came I took my cock out of Charlie's mouth and wanked myself quickly. I wasn't far off, and I came onto Charlie's back only fifteen seconds or so after he howled his climax to the world. Charlie collapsed into the pool of cum from his first orgasm. Phil's cock slipped out and I decided it was my turn to clean up. When it was clean Charlie and I 69ed to clean each other. Phil sat back smiling, watching, happy that Charlie had passed muster. "I think you are OK to go, Charlie," he said, "but I pity any elderly client who books your services, because he'll probably have a heart attack. Patrick, you must make sure Corrigan doesn't give him anyone over 60." He got up and put his clothes on. "Well, you two, that was fun. Patrick, let's keep in touch so that you six and my guys are aware of what's going on. You know where to find me - and Larry, come to that." I said I would make a point of visiting him during each voyage - you never knew when there might be demand for a boy as well as a man, even without the added attraction of a lobster. Before he went he kissed each of us - a good, satisfying, tongues-are-go kiss. "Good night, you two," and he was gone. Charlie and I, still naked, looked at each other. "Well?" he said, "am I ready to go?" "Oh yes, Charlie, you'll be a star. I don't know about Sam or Peter, but you're up there with the Mulloys when it comes to being a hot arse and a thrusting cock. We'll tell Sir tomorrow and I expect you'll be very busy on the way back to New York." His eyes glittered. "Aye. Now come to bed. I need you, Patrick, just like I will every night for a hundred years." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 30 as the eastward voyage nears Southampton. 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. ===============================================================================