Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2018 10:23:48 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 41 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 41 Someone was going to have to get the ball rolling, and since none of the men seemed to want to take the initiative I spoke up. "You saw what my boyfriend and I just did. All of us boys will happily suck your cocks, rim you and be fucked - we're very versatile." "I can vouch for that," said Ryan. Phil and Larry agreed. I went on, "Tim and I have small hands and we're both expert fisters. Anyone who wants to be fisted can get in the sling and we'll oblige. Anyone else who wants to try fisting - we'll show them." Francis said that he was drinking plenty of beer because his thing was piss play. "Some of you know about that, but for those that don't this is your big chance to experience something new. These two kids -" (he pointed at Tim and me) "- are into it as well - that's why they're on beer too." Alan added that all six of us were willing to play piss games, but there wasn't anywhere to do it. "Look in the shower room," said Larry, "there's a drain in the floor. I can hose it down when we've finished - there's no problem." The stage was now set: there would be fisting and pissing as well as all the usual things that men and boys get up to. Ryan said, "I've seen these two 14-year-olds fisting, and believe me, it's a very erotic sight." "Fourteen! You said that earlier," said Will, "I thought we didn't take any boy under 16." Tim, who was sitting next to Will, murmured that Will could take him as soon as he liked. Phil explained that Sir had pulled strings, "and I've no doubt you'll agree that it was a wise decision". Ryan returned to fisting. "Who else has seen them? Put your hands up" Amid gales of laughter only Sam and Alan put up their hands. "What about seeing anyone else fisting?" Francis put up his hand. "Anyone been fisted?" Francis's hand stayed up. He turned to us. "Are you up for giving a demonstration?" "What a bloody silly question," I said, "come on, whoever's interested." Tim and I got up, got another beer each and led the way into the room where the sling was set up. There were benches round three sides of the room, so spectators were well catered for. Tim announced that he would go first. "Who's up for it then?" he said, "men first." Francis had his jock strap off and was in the sling before you could spit. Tim fastened his ankles into the stirrups. "You're going to love this, Francis," he said, "but as you're the first you're also the one everybody else gets to have a good look at." In the room were Charlie, Sam, James, Larry and Will as well as Francis and the two of us. The other four had stayed behind. It looked as though Alan and Andrew were going to play with Phil and Ryan. Because Alan was one of Sir's originals he'd never had the pleasure of sex with any of the men I'd cajoled (not that they needed much persuasion) to introduce themselves to the more recent recruits. I was pleased that Alan and Andrew stuck together - maybe after the holding-hands thing I'd seen the night before romance was blossoming there too. Tim told the others to have a good look at how the sling opened up Francis's arse. I was glad that Francis shaved his arse - or if he didn't then someone did it for him. It was an invitation to a rimmer. Before Tim could start Sam was lapping happily. Tim waited patiently, occupying himself by squeezing Sam's arse and fingering his crack. At last Sam stood up. "I enjoyed that," he said. "So did I, kid," said Francis, "now I need you up me, Tim." Larry had provided a far better grease than the vaseline we'd been using, and Tim poured plenty of it onto Francis's crack. He fingered it in and soon Francis was humming happily. "Go on, don't fuck about, Tim, I can take it." Tim made a wedge and I watched it slide in. Will was intrigued. I earmarked him for my first performance when it was my turn. I also decided that we - Sir's boys, that is - would need access to this room from time to time, and to industrial quantities of the grease for our daily use. I'd have to see Larry about it. Tim was enjoying having a big man to fist. Francis was keen to see how much of Tim's arm he could take in, and I confess so were the rest of us. Sam had seen Tim fisting me, but Francis's arse was a damn sight bigger than mine and Tim's arm just kept on disappearing, inch by slow inch. He twisted while he was going further in, and Francis's prostate was being rubbed hard by Tim's forearm. Tim looked over his shoulder at his audience. "Won't one of you buggers give his cock some attention?" he said, "do I have to do all the fucking work." I knew perfectly well who he was aiming at, and so did the rest of us boys, because it was Will who sprang to help. Will took hold of Francis's cock and stroked it. It was hard, 8 inches at least of solid cut cock. His balls, shaved like his arse, were full and heavy. As Will was occupied Larry stepped forward and removed Will's jock strap. "Can't have you getting grease on that now, can we?" he grinned. Will's cock was very long and very thin. It was only half-hard, but it was already as long as Francis's fully erect. I decided I wanted him to fuck me after I'd fisted him: I was pretty sure it would fill out nicely in the sling. Will started to wank Francis slowly while Tim pressed even deeper up his arse. I nudged Sam and said that if Francis came it would spurt up onto his chest, and wouldn't that be a terrible waste. His eyes glinted as he got up to stand at the other side of Francis ready to get his mouth in place to prevent such prodigality. Picture the scene: Francis is sweating in the sling, his arse being penetrated by a 14-year-old's right arm, his cock being slowly wanked by a 22-year-old, a 16-year-old standing in readiness (and stroking his balls while waiting his duty) to catch the spunk he knows will soon be flying. Watching all this are another 14-year-old, his boyfriend, and the man who had helped them to come together. Larry had his two hands on Charlie's and my cocks. "Happy?" he whispered. As if by telepathy both of us turned to him and at the same instant whispered "yes". "And it's all down to you and your pool," I added. He kissed us both. We kissed each other. Charlie noticed that things were speeding up. "Look, we're missing the action," he said. Tim's elbow was only about an inch from Francis's distended arse lips. "D'you want more?" Francis nodded. "OK," said Tim, "Yell when it hurts." This could be good, I thought, and watched Tim inexorably push even further in. As his elbow touched base, as it were, Francis yelled, Will wanked him as fast as he could, a few seconds later Francis yelled "cummmming" and Sam was just in time to catch all but the first enormous spray which poured out of Francis's cock - purple and veined. Within half a minute Francis's cock showed no evidence of any recent excitement: soft, pink, without a trace of spunk. Very efficient is our Sam. Francis got out of the sling. "My God, that was good, Tim. We'll be doing that again." Tim indicated that he would also find this agreeable. "I'm going to need to piss soon," went on Francis. "How long can you wait?" I said. Francis thought. "About 10, maybe 15 minutes." "In that case you can make a big effort and keep it in. I'll be ready about then and as twins have the same sized bladders, so will Tim. We can have a nice wet threesome, but only if you hold it in." Francis smiled, "OK, you win." "Right," I said, "I'm the new fister. Who's next?" James shook his head. "I want Tim when it's his turn again." Larry said nothing - perhaps since this was his part of the ship he felt he was the host and should hold back. It was Will who stepped forward. "OK, I'll try it, but I've never done it before, so you'll have to go gently." It was an odd situation: a 14-year-old very junior crew member dominating an officer several years older, but I wasn't daunted. Will got into the sling and I helped him to wriggle down properly before I fastened his ankles. "Would you look at that arse!" said James, "it's gorgeous." Will, naked, spread-eagled in a sling with a boy preparing to stick his arm up his arse, actually blushed. "What's gorgeous about it?" he asked, "remember I've never seen it." James was about to reply but Larry stopped him. "Let the boys tell him," he said, "they'll enjoy describing it." Charlie said that what he liked about it was that it was completely smooth, "like ours." Sam was fascinated by the tiny puckered hole (Will was clenching it deliberately). Tim and I were more interested in what might happen once I was inside, but he said that it was an arse "well worth getting to know." With that Will seemed satisfied and I greased up and touched the pucker with the tip of my middle finger. Will, who'd said he'd never been in a sling, was clearly well used to being fucked, because as soon as he felt my finger he stopped clenching and allowed his hole to open up most invitingly. I chuckled. "That was worth seeing, Will, who taught you that trick?" I didn't really expect a reply and was therefore a bit taken aback to learn that the trick had been taught during a long voyage from Cape Town to Liverpool when Will had been a midshipman aged 16. "The Third Officer taught us middies a lot of things, and not just about being good seamen." "Well, Will, in less than ten minutes you're going to produce some of that for me," I said to groans from the rest of Sir's gang. I pushed a couple of fingers up him and coated the inside of his arse with grease. "Ready?" "Ready. Go for it, Patrick." "I'll be gentle, Will. You have to push like hell when I say. It'll hurt at first as my fist goes in, but it won't last more than a few seconds." I put three fingers in and rolled about a bit. He was tight, but he wasn't uncomfortable. A fourth finger stretched his arse muscle and I slapped some more grease on. I took my fingers out and made the wedge. I reinserted my hand slowly until my knuckles were poised to penetrate the tightest part. "Push!" I said and as I felt him do so I pushed hard too. Will yelled but I was in beyond my wrist. I paused while he got used to it. After no more than ten seconds Will breathed out and said, "OK, Patrick, you were right. That hurt like fuck, but not any more. Carry on, fuck me with your fist." "Come on, you lot," I said, "there were plenty of you round Francis while Tim was at work. Will's cock needs attention, and it's long enough for two of you." It was true: his 8 inches had grown to more like 10 now that his prostate was receiving attention. I didn't know how long he was likely to last, and I wanted him to be saturated with sexual sensations so that his cum would be spectacular. I wasn't as keen as Tim had been in getting someone's mouth round Francis's cock - I wanted to see it fly when Will came. It could be licked off him if anyone wanted to. Sam and Charlie stood on either side of Will. Sam held Will's balls and rolled them gently. Will's scrotum was shaved and I could see his balls moving as I fucked him with my fist and Sam moved them. Charlie was using both hands, and even so the head of Will's cock was beyond Charlie's two fists. Will was groaning and his hands were clutching the sling's straps tighter and tighter. He was nearly there. I gave one big push further in, a good four inches past my wrist. Will writhed. I pulled most of the way out and pushed deep in again - he writhed again. Charlie was having difficulty holding Will's cock as he was jerking about so much. It didn't matter because I knew that when Will came it would be because of what I was doing, rather than his being wanked by Charlie. In I went a third time. Will was only seconds away to judge from his ever-increasing moans and the sweat pouring off him. I pulled back until my knuckles were over his prostate and rolled them furiously. A surge of spunk flew out, as I'd hoped it would, coating Will's chest and belly with several lines of opalescent joy. "Fuck!" breathed Sam, "that was some cum." "Don't just leave it there," I said, "it's best while it's still warm." Sam had dealt with Francis's load so he held back as it wasn't his turn. Neither Charlie nor Tim made a move and when James saw that the road was clear for him he came forward and applied his tongue to wilting Will's bounty. To my surprise no sooner had he hoovered up a couple of lines than he kissed Will. Will was ready for this, and the four of us kids watched a major cum-kissing session between two men as Will's cum gradually disappeared, half of it back to its owner. I said to Will, "that may have been the first time you've been fisted, but you and James have done this before, haven't you?" James stood up, the cum swapping over. "Yes, we fuck sometimes. It isn't easy with him being an officer, but we manage." Will smiled a contented just-come-loads sort of smile, but said nothing. It was Francis who brought us back down to earth. "If I don't piss very soon I'm going to regret it." "Come on then," I said, and Tim and I followed Francis through to where Larry had indicated that piss games could be played. "What do you want to do?" asked Tim, "Patrick and I are up for anything." "Anything?" said Francis. I nodded. "We haven't found anything yet that we didn't like." "Can you take my cock?" "Up the arse, yes. Neither of us is any good at deep throating." "No," said Francis, "it was fucking you I meant." Tim was all for being fucked, as was I. "How about you pissfuck us," I said, "we're both keen on that." Francis couldn't believe his luck - two new arses to fill with piss; arses, moreover, whose attached cocks would be bursting with piss for him as well. Tim and I both squatted down with our arses invitingly gaping, held open almost as an offering by our own hands. "Choose, Francis, but make sure you keep enough piss for both of us. We're both greased up, so you can stick it right in and get pissing." Francis knelt behind Tim. Good, I thought, I get to watch. It was a good thing that Francis had come not that long before, because he'd have found it difficult to piss with an erection. His cock was firm enough to get inside Tim, and I watched with interest as all 8 inches were swallowed up. Tim said he could feel hot cock all the way in. "Go on," he said, "I want to feel your hot piss surging up inside me." Francis took a moment, then let go. Tim groaned as he felt the pressure swell his colon, but Francis pissed on. Soon Tim could hold it in no longer and piss started to dribble out past Francis's cock, running down his balls and thighs, and onto the concrete floor. "My turn," I said. Francis pulled out and Tim did his best to clench his arse shut. A little piss dribbled out, but I knew that his arse was still pretty full. I knew where he hoped it would end up too. Keep clenching, I thought. Francis shoved his cock into me. It was a wonderful feeling - his cock was long and quite thick. I've had thicker, but this one was filling me nicely. When Francis relaxed and turned on the tap I could feel a jet spraying liquid heat up towards my guts. I didn't suppose his piss actually got far up beyond where his cock had reached, but it certainly felt as though it did. The sensation of my colon stretching as it filled with piss was great, and I felt my cock straining to get even harder than it already was. I could hold his piss in no longer and like Tim it started to leak out of me. "Pull out," I said, "pull out and lie on your back. We've got some for you." He pulled out and, although I clenched hard, some of his piss squirted out. As I stood up more flowed gently down my legs; it was a very erotic sensation. Francis got down on his back. Tim knew what I was about to do, and he got down on one side of Francis with me on the other. "Do you want a faceful or not?" I asked. "No, on my cock and my belly." I knelt over him, my knees either side, my arse over his chest and my cock only an inch from his mouth. Tim knelt behind me, his arse over Francis's balls, his arms round my waist to steady himself. "Ready?" I said. Francis nodded. "OK, Tim," I said, "start slowly then let fly ." I relaxed my arse just enough that Francis's still warm piss trickled out of me onto his chest and Tim did the same. There was such a quantity inside us that it trickled out for what seemed ages, but was probably no more than a minute. "Let's have the rest," said Francis, so Tim and I each gave a big push and a gallon of piss poured out of our arses, splashing everywhere. Francis's body was awash. I leaned forward slightly and brushed my cock against his lips. "Go on, Francis, suck my cock. You might get lucky. Not everyone gets piss before spunk." Francis seemed happy with this possibility, for his mouth opened and his hands went to my chest, pulling me further forward and my cock into his mouth. As I've said before, it's not easy pissing when your cock's as hard as mine was, but as the months had gone by I'd got better at it. I was able to piss after only about 30 seconds. Francis made noises of pleasure and swallowed as fast as I could piss. Suddenly I felt Tim's piss hitting me between my shoulder blades and covering my back. He's generous sometimes, and he knew that Francis would get plenty of piss from me, so he let me have his. All too soon both Mulloy bladders were empty and Francis bent to his next task - coaxing my spunk out of me. It wasn't all that difficult, although I did assist by wanking until I was getting close. Tim had by this time got off and was kneeling behind Francis's head. We exchanged a brief smile before I was suddenly coming in Francis's mouth, coming a big load. Tim was wanking furiously and he cried out as his cock spewed spunk onto Francis's face. Quite a lot of it went further, landing on my belly just above my cock. Naturally it wasn't going to waste, but if you thought I was going to lick it up you'd be wrong on this occasion. I wanted to smell raunchy when we rejoined the others, so a combination of piss and cum rubbed into my body did the trick nicely. The three of us had emptied our bladders and come generously. We spent a few minutes getting our breath back before rejoining the others. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 42 as we party on. 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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