Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2018 19:06:33 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 36 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 36 When Ryan arrived we were all looking forward to the new experience of being shaved. Tim and I went first as it was my idea, and it made sense for the others, who had more to lose, to see that Ryan knew what he was doing. "You first," said Ryan to Tim, "lie on your back on a towel." Tim got in position and spread his legs. Ryan put shaving soap on his hands and coated Tim's cock and balls, allowing his fingers to slip along Tim's arse crack. "We don't want a hairy arsehole now, do we?" I knew perfectly well that Tim's arsehole, like mine, was as smooth as it had been 14 years ago, but if Ryan wanted to slip a finger along there, who were we to complain? We watched closely as Ryan plied the razor, wiping after each stroke on the towel. He held Tim's cock out of the way and carefully shaved his balls, then he did his cock, and finally the only bit that had any hairs to speak of - the little nest above his cock. "I won't put anything on as it would hurt like hell," he said. He sponged the remains of the soap off, patted Tim dry and said loudly, "next!" Tim admired his new look, as did all of us. "You can feel if you want," he said, and Sam was quick to investigate. "I don't see much difference," he said, "you're just as good as you were before. Smooth and tasty." I was next, and Ryan repeated the process. It was strangely exciting. Knowing that one slip could have me circumcised (or worse) meant that I kept very still. I knew I could trust Ryan, but it was still hard to relax. Soon I was smooth - there wasn't much to remove. Next up was Sam. He had a good patch above his cock which Ryan removed in half a dozen strokes. "It feels cold," he said as Ryan lifted his cock out of the way to shave his balls. They were soon as smooth as silk, and four careful strokes got the few hairs off his cock. Those still possessed of hair made a careful inspection. "What about my arse?" said Sam. "I'll do your arses afterwards," said Ryan, "that's my treat." Charlie was next, and he submitted willingly to be sheared. He told me afterwards that the sensation of the blade on his balls had been the strangest feeling - 'scary and thrilling at the same time', as he put it. I knew how he felt. That left Alan and Andrew. "Have you decided yet?" I asked. They exchanged a look and shrugged./ "OK," said Alan, "I'll do it." Andrew would be last as he was by far the hairiest on his balls. "Well Andrew, what about it?" "Oh, all right," and Andrew submitted to having his hair - of which he was quite proud - removed to be like the rest if us. "It takes years off you," said Tim. We all felt the need to parade about, shaking our newly depilated boy bits and generally behaving like 3-year-olds. "Arse time," announced Ryan. "Get in a line facing the wall and bend over feet apart and touch your toes." He made a careful examination of each arsehole, taking far longer than he really needed to. An eye inspection would have disclosed whether there was any hair, but he felt that a finger or two would deliver a more accurate result. None of us raised any objection. "Tim, Patrick, Charlie, you are all completely smooth. Sam, Alan and Andrew, you need attention back there. On the towel, Sam, and pull your knees up by your ears. I imagine it's a familiar position." Sam grinned. His arse crack was gently soaped and his cheeks were pulled apart. "Tim, hold him open like that." Tim was happy to comply, and as he was kneeling over Sam's body with his freshly treated balls about an inch from Sam's nose they were both happy while Ryan deftly ran the razor a few times over each side of Sam's crack. "You're done," he said, "now Alan." A couple of minutes later Alan was done (Andrew had done the honours) and they exchanged positions while Andrew's arse was shaved. This took rather longer, which gave Andrew the opportunity to make a very thorough examination of Alan's silky scrotum. "Right," said Ryan at last, "you're all as smooth as a baby's bottom. It's payment time. I want to fuck Alan and Andrew - I can manage two of you. It would be lovely to fuck all six of you, but life isn't like that. Maybe when you've grown hairs and need another shave I'll come back and fuck another two of you." There was enthusiastic agreement that this would be a good plan. "In that case," said Alan, "the three of us will go to our cabin and leave you four in peace," and before anyone could object he and Andrew had picked up their clothes and led Ryan off to his reward. The suddenness of their departure left the rest of us a bit deflated as we'd been looking forward to being part of, or at least spectators at, a decent orgy. It was Sam who asked whether we wanted to stay as a foursome, or to go to our own beds as couples. There was never really any contest as each one of us had a different body to explore and get close to. Admittedly Sam and Charlie weren't faced with a boy very different from the one they'd had yesterday, but Tim and I had several areas of bare skin to lick and ... well, we just wanted to get on with it. Sam and Tim got up and went to their cabin, leaving Charlie and me to go for a piss, clean our teeth, and go to bed. That night it was my turn to make love to Charlie. After Charlie's tender lovemaking of the night before I wanted to make tonight as special as I could. Soft, newly-shaved skin was where I planned to start, and I planned to spend an hour getting him more and more excited before fucking him. When we finally fell asleep two hours later we had each come three times. We heard Tim and Sam making very noisy love next door, so felt unrestrained in our own noises as orgasm followed orgasm. ***** At breakfast all six of us looked as though we'd been dragged through a hedge backwards. Sheepish grins all round indicated that there had been activity well into the small hours in all three cabins. It was Charlie who reminded us all that whereas the goings-on in our cabins would not be disclosed to Sir at 0915 the threesome in cabin 3 would be described, he hoped, in considerable detail. At 0915 we went in. "My God!" said Sir, "this won't do. I can't have my boys looking so dishevelled. You're supposed at least to pretend to be fresh and innocent. We'll all starve if you look as shagged out at 9 in the morning. So what have you been up that I need to know about?" The Mulloys and their boyfriends smiled but said nothing. "That doesn't surprise me," said Sir, "but leave something for the clients, OK?" Four boys nodded and, like Sir, looked forward keenly to learn what Ryan had been up to. Alan explained. "Patrick decided we all ought to shave, but none of us knew how, or had a razor, so he lured Ryan, one of the chefs, to our quarters to do the necessary, and to be rewarded with our newly-smoothed bodies. Ryan had had five of us one way or another on the last crossing, so Andrew was the real treat. Since these two couples are all over each other like a rash Andrew and I decided we would have Ryan all to ourselves." Sir smiled. "You may have had him to yourselves, but as you can see you weren't the only ones having a busy night. Go on." "We could tell - the noise was appalling. Quite put us off," said Andrew. He went on, "the bargain was that Ryan could do what he liked with us, but when the three of us got into the cabin he said that he would prefer us to tell him what we wanted. As I hadn't seen him before I was to choose first. I knew as soon as I saw his cock that I wanted him to fuck me. The three of us got on the beds - we pushed then together the first night - and Ryan got me ready. He rimmed me for ages until I was silently screaming, then he put his finger in and I came. While I was still squirting he put his cock all the way in, and my cock just went on squirting. I've never had that before. He fucked me slowly and I felt his cock deep inside me, all hot and hard. It was magic. He kept it up for at least ten minutes, then he started to pant and groan and I knew he was ready to cum. 'Fill me up,' I said, 'I want to feel your cock shooting it in my arse.' Ryan got faster and then he cried out and I felt his cock get about twice as big as he pumped spunk into me. Squirt after squirt. Alan was lying beside us and he reached over as Ryan came and wanked me hard. It took no more than 15 seconds for me to fire another load onto the bed." "I'd been watching," said Alan, "and your face was a treat. When Ryan pulled out you looked so sad. I needed to get some action, so I flipped you over onto your back - Ryan had been fucking him doggy-fashion," he explained to the rest of us, "and fucked you myself. You were full of Ryan's spunk, so my cock slid in practically without touching the sides. You whooped as I went in, 'oh, great, I want to be fucked all night' were your exact words. I fucked for a good few minutes, but it was so sloppy I couldn't get any friction, and I was nowhere near coming." Andrew said, "I told him to take it out and I'd suck him off instead. That way he'd come and I'd get to taste Ryan's spunk. When Alan eventually came he made as much noise as we could hear from next door. Did you hear us?" Tim nodded. "We could hear both sides," he said, "but only when we weren't moaning and groaning ourselves." "Was that it?" said Sir. Alan shook his head. "No. I sucked Ryan off as well. He left well after midnight." "A busy night all round, as I said. What about your clients yesterday?" I reported on my unusual encounter with Arthur, and Sam and Charlie told Sir about their sessions. "Were you all right, Charlie?" asked Sir. "Oh yes, it wasn't difficult at all." "Now you need to be frisky today as I have work for you all, said Sir. "Tim and Patrick, you are both to got to 471 at 1030 as you did yesterday, Patrick. The client was keen to repeat the performance. You've got a busy day, Patrick, because you have to be at 722 at 1600. Charlie, you are to go to 582 at 1400. Sam to 608 at 1430 and Andrew to 437 at 1600. I've nothing for you at present, Alan, but that may change. Patrick, how keen do you think Arthur would be on an afternoon refill?" "I've no idea, but I'll ask him if you like." "Yes, please do. A client with requirements as easy to satisfy as that, and as keen to get as much as he can, is an asset we aren't going to encounter very often, and we must make the best use of his desire to enjoy as much of what you young lads can provide, especially now that you all look a lot more innocent that you did before Ryan visited. Now show me his handiwork." Five of us were unsurprised by Sir's desire to see naked boys: only Andrew had not had Sir's eyes on, and his lips round, his cock. Seeing the rest of us lowering our trousers gave him the resolve to do the same, and Sir's eyes were rewarded with the sight of six completely hairless cocks. "I think Arthur might well be given the opportunity of sampling more than just Mulloys," said Sir, "see what you can do, Patrick. Tell him that he can have a boy coming in his mouth for $25 per boy. Andrew, stay please - the rest of you, go." The five of us buttoned up and left, knowing that Andrew was to get the Sir welcome treatment. Tim and I went straight down for a shower as Arthur would be expecting us soon. "Can you manage a couple?" I asked Tim. "Dunno, but there's only one way to find out. He looked at his watch. "I would think so. It's 9 hours since the last one, and we recover pretty fast, don't we? What's he like?" "You'll see soon enough. He has an open mouth and he pays too. What could be easier?" "What did Sir mean about you asking him stuff?" "You heard me tell Sir what he wanted. The spunk of lusty boys down his throat. Well, there's six of us, and he might be daft enough to pay for all six of us. I'm going to find out." Twenty minutes later, and greased just in case Arthur was feeling more inventive than he had the day before, Tim and I were outside the door on stateroom 471. "Ready?" I said. Tim nodded and I knocked. The door opened. Arthur welcomed us in. "Goodness, Patrick, this must be your bother." "I'm his twin, Tim. Hello, Arthur. Patrick's told me all about you. We're going to have fun together," and the randy little bugger took Arthur's hand and led him to the bed. "I know what you like," he said, "and when I heard you wanted to sample the better twin I've been keeping myself pure for you. I haven't touched my cock since yesterday afternoon, so my balls will be full of my juice, and it's just for you, Arthur." What a load of tosh Tim can come up with when he puts his mind to it! Arthur was initially taken aback by such forwardness, but his desire to get more teen spunk past his tonsils over-rode any propensity to think Tim rather too eager. Arthur's eagerness was, after all, real. Tim stripped quickly and undid Arthur's robe. "Oh, Arthur, I need to cum, it's been building up since yesterday. Suck my cock, Arthur, I need it so badly." Faced with such an insistent invitation Arthur was in no mood to hold back, and he reached forward to the smooth naked erect boy in front of him. "I'd like that, Tim," he said before taking hold of Tim's hips and pulling him forward. Tim wiggled his hips, causing his cock to smear precum on Arthur's lips. From where I was standing, still in my uniform, it looked like being touch and go whether Tim came first, or Arthur had a heart attack. Arthur opened his mouth and Tim was in. Two minutes later Tim unloaded with moans of delight, matched by moans from Arthur as he swallowed. As Tim's cock softened and slipped out Arthur's lips tightened on his foreskin, harvesting the last drops. "Are you ready for me, now, Arthur?" I said. He nodded, his face flushed. "Get your clothes off, I want to see you both side by side." When I was naked a few seconds later the only real difference between us was that my cock was hard and dry, whereas Tim's was soft and wet. "Bend over as you did yesterday, I want to see your beautiful smooth arses." When we were displaying our bounty I thought it was the right time to see about future business. "You said yesterday that you liked hairless boys, Arthur" I said. "You are correct, Patrick, and you and Tim are just what I like. Now come over here and give me what I need." I stood up and faced him, still a couple of feet away. "I have an offer to make before you get my jizz. There are six of us who service passengers who want sex with nice smooth under-age boys. I've been told to tell you that all six of us will be willing to jizz in your mouth. It will cost you $25 for each boy jizzing once. And I was told to add that all six of us are completely hairless. If after you've swallowed all that jizz you want something more then the usual rates would apply." It was Tim's turn to see what a skilled liar his twin was. Arthur's eyes widened. "I like the sound of that; indeed I do. Let me think about it, Patrick, while I give your lovely cock the attention it deserves," and he drew me forward for milking. He didn't have long to think, for like Tim I was unloading after three minutes or so. "Ah, almonds," he murmured. I was intrigued. "What did Tim taste of?" I asked. He thought for a moment. "Not almonds, certainly. A little sweeter. Mango is the nearest I can get - mango with a nutty flavour." Neither Tim nor I had tasted mango: indeed neither of us knew that mango was a fruit - it could just as easily have been a fish. Despite his ignorance of that to which his jizz had been compared he was certain that having mango-flavoured spunk was something to be pleased about. Arthur was now faced with two naked 14-year-olds, each with a wet soft cock; each with a proved ability to deliver another round - two rounds perhaps - of life-sustaining protein for Arthur's jaded palate. The naked 14-year-olds were in need of recovery time, though, and we laid back on the bed. "Give us 15 minutes and we'll be able to do it again," said Tim. Arthur contented himself with lying between us and gently stroking our smooth bodies. It was nice. Arthur, for all his limited requirements, was gentle and he seemed to be a nice man. Whores don't normally bother with small talk of a non-sexual nature, but we needed to wait for our balls to fill themselves again, and if we were to seduce him into coughing up $25 a go for each of us it would be a good investment to engage Arthur in conversation. "Are you going to New York?" I asked - it was the first thing I thought of. "No, I live in Chicago," he said, "that's a day and a half away on the railroad." All we knew about Chicago was that that was where Al Capone and the gangsters lived. "Isn't is dangerous?" I said, genuinely interested. He laughed. "It's no more dangerous than anywhere else. There are some bad guys, but there are bad guys everywhere. Ours just get in the newspapers more than I guess others do. They have bad guys in London. That's why I left there and live in America." There was no answer to that. If you came to think about it Father Corrigan and Sir were undoubtedly bad guys in some peoples' eyes. I wondered what bad guys had done to make him leave England. Arthur was circling our nipples and I felt things moving down below. I looked across and Tim's was waking up as well. I needed to take charge. I didn't really feel like coming three times after yesterday's (and last night's) energetic performances. "Why don't Tim and I put on a display of naughty teen boy wickedness for you, Arthur, to see if it makes you want to fuck one of us?" Arthur was in no doubt that this would be pleasing. "OK, boys, but don't jizz, will you?" "Of course not, Arthur, we want to jizz in your mouth. It's so sexy," said Tim. We looked at each other, wondering what we would most enjoy doing, and which might light a fire in Arthur's sluggish loins. "Why don't you fist me?" I whispered. "Sounds good to me," whispered Tim, and we moved so that Arthur got a front-seat view. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 37 as we wait to see whether Arthur is going to order the full menu. 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. ===============================================================================