Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2018 12:37:24 +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 39 Alan and Andrew were surprised to be brought in, but as soon as they saw the wine bottles they understood why. "Where did you get this?" asked Andrew. Tim said that he'd charmed it from Ryan. "I can well believe it," said Alan. Soon all six of us had a glass - well, a mug really. At our age it didn't matter. One bottle was gone, and by the time our mugs were empty we'd all stripped off. It was nice to see the others all hairless - boys' cocks look so much better that way. I was keen to hear more about Piccadilly Circus. Alan explained. "A year ago a mate of mine told me that it was where queers picked up boys in London - we were both 15, and Sir and I had been doing stuff for a couple of months. Bert, my mate, didn't know about Sir but he and I had been messing about since we were 12, so the idea of being queer ourselves wasn't anything new. Bert had heard about the Dilly, as he called it, from his brother John. John was 19 and straight, but he knew Bert was queer. He told Bert he'd better not go down the Dilly or he might get fucked. Well, that wasn't a bad idea as far as Bert was concerned, but he never screwed up the courage to go. He told me a few weeks later and I said we could both go, and keep an eye out for each other. I don't know what we thought we'd do if one of us got into troubles, but we were 15 and horny, and we didn't stop to think. The next Friday we went on the Tube to Piccadilly Circus to see. We didn't realise that there were boys hanging about in the tube station itself - we thought the action would be on the street. When we got outside we saw that there were boys everywhere, mostly about our age, but quite a few a lot younger. I reckon the youngest was about 10. We walked about for a while, just looking. We saw several men going up to boys and talking, then the two if them would go off. Sometimes the boy would be back in a few minutes, sometimes we didn't see him come back at all. Bert asked one boy who'd only been away five minutes what he'd done. 'Are you cops or something?' Bert said we were new here and wanted to earn some money. 'You'd better be careful, 'cos each boy 'as 'is pitch and you're on mine.' 'We don't want to do anything today, but we want to know about it,' I said. It sounded a bit feeble but the boy wasn't bothered. 'I just sucked 'im off and 'e cum in my mouth. He gave me ten bob.' Bert and I looked at each other. Ten bob for five minutes' work seemed a good idea. 'Do you let them fuck you?' Bert asked. 'Course, but only if the john's got a place and seems decent. You don't want to get knifed.' 'How much do you get?' 'Depends. A quick fuck is two quid. If 'e wants me all night it's five quid and I want 'im to buy me a meal.' We were are amazed that arrangements with which we were all now familiar were so widespread. We were also amazed that Sir was able to charge so much. Still, we weren't on the street. "Did you and Bert go back and get clients?" asked Tim. "No, worse luck. We were going to go the following Friday but it was pouring with rain so we didn't bother. Instead we fucked each other, and neither of us had to pay a penny. By the following Friday it didn't seem a good idea any more - I don't know why." "So Sir's your only man before Queen Mary?" Alan nodded. By now the second bottle was empty, its contents carefully shared among six mugs. We were decidedly merry. "Why did you mooch wine anyway?" asked Andrew, "it's not anyone's birthday is it?" Tim shook his head, "no, it just seemed like a fun thing to do. If Sir's got something planned for tomorrow then tonight's the last night it's just us. We four lovebirds were planning a foursome to celebrate an anniversary." "What do you mean?" said Alan. "It's a week since Patrick and Charlie got engaged." Luckily Tim saw me pick up the pillow, so he was able to duck without spilling any of his wine when I threw it. Andrew was curious. "Are you two really in love? I thought it was just a joke." "Oh no," I said, "it's serious all right. We don't ever want to be apart." "And we're the same," said Tim, "but we've only been engaged for four days, so we still like each other." There wasn't another pillow nearby unfortunately. Alan reassured Andrew that the four of us were, in all other respects, perfectly normal, and that if they smiled nicely at us we were unlikely to attack them. Alan finished his wine. "Come on," he said to Andrew, "sup up and we'll let these lovebirds get on with what they're dying to do. Say good-night." I was intrigued to see that at they left Alan took Andrew's hand when they thanked Tim for the wine. Was it the wine or their cocks, or maybe just the simple sight of the four of us happy to be two couples. "Are we staying the night?" asked Charlie. "Of course," said Sam, "there's just about room for four with beds pushed together." We were all sleepy. It wasn't late, but we'd all had a tiring day and the wine conspired to make lying down seem a very good idea. I laid down beside Charlie who was on his back. I started to stroke his face, feeling the different sorts of skin. The dry skin of his forehead, the moist skin of his lips, the tough skin where one day soon his beard would start to grow, the incredibly soft, almost baby-soft, skin below his ear. Although Tim and I had been in bed with each other often enough neither of us had spent any time just caressing the other' face, so discovering the map of Charlie's face was fascinating. Tim and Sam were watching; Charlie's eyes were closed as he was just enjoying the touch of my fingers. Sam got down beside Charlie and Tim did to his boyfriend what I was doing to mine. The other morning I'd spent some time just looking at Charlie's face as he slept. Looking back now it would have seemed a miracle to know that I would wake up next to that face for more than 80 years. Now, in Cabin 2, I was stroking his face, learning every inch of it, revelling in the touch of his skin, now so soft and delicate, the skin below his ear and behind his jawbone. We'd spent hours touching each other sexually, but this was different, not erotic at all, but still very sensuous. He turned to look at me. "That is so nice," he whispered. I went on, now stroking his neck and the tops of his shoulders, all the time learning - learning new parts of him that I'd overlooked earlier in our initial frenzied lovemaking. Tonight we would make love - we both knew that would be the culmination of our being together - but this was a new phase in our relationship. We didn't feel the same urgency now; we had more time; we had all our lives. I looked over to the other side of the bed where Sam and Tim were in each other's arms, just looking at each other. I smiled: I knew where they were. Tim looked up and saw me looking at them. His smile was so beautiful. "I love you," he mouthed to me. "Me too," I mouthed back. Charlie saw all this. "I'm glad you and Tim haven't changed towards each other," he whispered, I'd have felt terrible if I made you lose him." "Oh, Charlie, that couldn't ever happen. It's not as though he's an ex-boyfriend. If you've never had a twin you can't understand what being a twin is like. He's part of me, and I'm part of him. We didn't choose each other. But you and I did choose, and that's a different kind of bond. They don't compete, in fact I think each strengthens the other." Charlie thought about this. "That's very deep," he said, "and I don't think I can cope with depth after the wine we've drunk. I like the surface things you've been doing, and now it's my turn." I smiled, "OK," and turned onto my back. I closed my eyes so that when he touched me it was the only sensation in my brain. He stroked my face in the same places I had stroked his. It was so relaxing. I felt the bed shift and I opened my eyes and looked over to see Sam and Tim gently 69ing. I reached out my left hand to stroke Sam's hair, curling my hand round his cheek. He put his hand on mine and our fingers locked together for a moment. Here was a third boy I felt close to - close to in a different way from Charlie and a different way from Tim. Suddenly I realised that I was utterly happy. Charlie and I had had moments like this, but they had always been in a post-orgasmic glow. I had reached a position now where I could be completely happy without a sexual context. It was true we were all naked, and a great deal of skin contact was going on which would lead to sex, but even before we started on the pleasurable climb to orgasm the happiness was all-embracing. Liverpool was a long way behind me now. Charlie's soft fingers were tracing a filigree of excitement on my chest and I could feel my cock growing harder. "I see you're warming up," said Charlie, "that's good." I reached down to feel his cock and found it was erect and leaking precum. I licked my fingers: he tastes so exciting. The 69 next to us was infectious - I needed to be doing that with Charlie. It was as though a switch had been thrown in my brain, or perhaps in my cock. Twenty seconds earlier I was revelling in the non-sexual glow of what Charlie was doing to my skin. Twenty seconds later the path to orgasm was flare-lit and I had no choice but to be drawn along it. I turned round and put my mouth on his cock. His mouth was immediately on mine, our hands kneading each other's arses. We knew - all four of us knew - that we would come where we were, that the progress would be long and gentle and therefore erotic in the extreme. We were all a little tipsy and sleep, assisted by the wine, would follow quickly after we came. Our mouths were active, as were our hips. After several minutes I could hear moans - some of them mine - and I felt a change of gear as we got nearer. Sam was the first to cum, doing so with a quiet, "aah! Tim, yes, yes." Tim pulled Sam deeper into his mouth, not wishing to miss a drop. Tim wasn't far behind, filling Sam's mouth with a soft cry of "mmm, yes - aaah" as he pulsed. Hearing them cuming brought Charlie to a climax and I felt the sensation of his cock swelling as it poured cum into my mouth, into me, into my soul. I was last, but a minute after Charlie had stopped I moaned, "here it is, mmm!" and Charlie's tongue curled round my cock as it squirted jet after jet. After he swallowed I heard him murmur, "I love you, Mulloy." Four cocks slipped from four mouths. Four very sleepy boys moved on the bed, the two older ones on the outside with their younger boyfriends in the middle. We were asleep within a few minutes. ***** Very early the next morning I felt a hand stroking my arse. 'That's nice,' I thought and relaxed into what was happening. Charlie and I were tangled together and I saw that he was still asleep. I looked round to see Sam, who put his finger to his lips and beckoned me to follow him. Very quietly we went to the bathroom where we both pissed - not on each other - and cleaned our teeth. "What's up?" I said. He led me into Cabin 4, now featureless apart from the beds. "I want to talk to you," he said, "and I don't want to wake the others." His face looked serious, but not worried, so I didn't think that whatever was on his mind was going to be difficult. "I've never thanked you for getting me into Sir's gang," he said. "Tim's told me all about what happened on the first crossing and how you set him and Alan onto finding out about the rest of us. If you hadn't done that, and we hadn't had that party on the last night, I'd never have found Tim." He looked right at me. "And the rest of my life would've been different." I hugged him. "Oh Sam, you don't need to tell me. As Tim said, we're family. But I'm glad for you both. What else did he tell you?" It turned out that Tim and Sam had done a great deal of talking in the last week or so - far more than Charlie and I had. Sam knew all about Father Corrigan, that he was Sir's brother, and all about the evil Connors and what life in that house had been like. "Does Tim know everything about you and the Welsh Valleys?" I asked. He grinned, "no, but he knows a lot more about me than anyone else does." That's the way it should be, I thought, and made a mental note to talk more to Charlie about ourselves than we had done. I said a mental 'thanks' to my kid brother. I looked at Sam. "Thanks," I said, and kissed his lips. It was a chaste kiss, more like what our original seducer would have called a Kiss of Peace. His kiss in return was equally chaste. The only unchaste thing had been his hand on my arse earlier. I wanted more of that. I told him so. "Me too, Patrick, I fancy you rotten." But all that was for another time. We went back to find the other two still fast asleep, and each of us got down beside our one for a cuddle and a bit more sleep. When we all finally got up it was with the excitement of knowing what Sir had planned to celebrate the expected Blue Riband recapture. It would be a day to remember for all of us. Breakfast saw, as usual, the larks being very noisy and the owls just wishing they would shut up. By 0915 we were in a high state of anticipation. Before Sir told us anything we had to report on the clients we had had the day before. Once this was out of the way he teased us by reminding us that all six of us were required in 471 at 1030 to give Arthur a day he would never forget. "You're there for one thing only, remember. If you want to help each other along, that's fine, but he's not getting his hands on you, OK? Patrick, will you brief them please." We all nodded. "There will be no other passenger work today. Two have asked for a boy but I've turned them down." This was unexpected - why was he turning away good money? "The Captain is now confident that the record will be broken when we pass the Ambrose Light. All ships have their speed limited in the last miles before entering New York Harbour, so to avoid possible breaches of the strict limits the Atlantic crossing is timed to end there. We will be celebrating in two ways. Tonight you will be meeting some of Phil's group of men who perform the same duties as you do, but for passengers who want sex with adults. I think you will enjoy it. You are to meet at the pool at 2100. Larry will look after you. Tomorrow we will arrive a day ahead of schedule. Passengers will be able to disembark, or to stay aboard until the evening. New passengers won't board until 1300 on the following day. I've arranged for the six of you to have a trip into New York. You won't normally have the time to do this, so this may be your only chance to set foot in America." This was really exciting, and all six of us were like 10-year-olds who couldn't wait for tomorrow. None of us knew anything about New York, or what there was to see there, but when we'd seen it from the deck on the maiden voyage it had looked exotic and we knew it would be different from anywhere we'd been before. Four of us came from cities, but Sam and Charlie were village boys for whom any city was a new experience. "Off you go then," said Sir, "smile nicely for the passengers. Remember that they may well tip you." We all agreed to meet in our cabin at 1015. I explained in detail what Arthur's requirements were. "We'll strip off when we get there. All you have to do is come in his mouth. He'll suck you clean and that's it. If you put your clothes on again after you've come he won't get the idea that there's more to be had: he hasn't paid for fucking any of us. He's a nice man though, so let's be nice to him. OK? We'll shower afterwards, then it's seeing how much money we can charm from the passengers in the elevators. If we've got a day off from other activities can we all agree not to come at all after Arthur until whatever happens tonight?" This met with complete agreement. The more spunk we had stored up for then the better. "Come on then." I knocked on 471 at 1030 with five keen colleagues behind me. The door was opened. Arthur was there is his robe, a huge grin on his face. "Come in, Patrick." "Oh, I will, Arthur, and so with all these." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 40 as we enjoy servicing Arthur, and begin to enjoy Sir's evening entertainment. 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 ... 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