Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2018 09:59:59 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 91 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 91 Sex between current and former bell boys is not reported to Sir, as you know. But what happened in Cabin 1 that night is worth setting down. Vincent got into bed next to Charlie and I got in beside him. It was a squeeze, but a nice all-boys-together sort of squeeze. "Can I ask you something?" said Vincent. "Ask away," said Charlie. "Well, it's about me and George. We've known we were boyfriends since last winter, and we still feel the same as we did then. When we're making love nothing else matters, and when one of us is unwell, or unhappy, the other one suffers too." "That's how we feel," said Charlie. "How long have you two been in love?" asked Vincent "Since June 6, 1936," I said, "that's 704 days (it was now May 10)." Charlie and Vincent were astonished. "You keep a tally of the days?" said Vincent. I blushed. "Yes." Charlie reached over Vincent and gave me a loving kiss. "Vincent," he said when he dropped back to his own bit of bed again, "does George still amaze you with new things you didn't know about him each day? Patrick never ceases. That's why I love him more today than when I'd only loved him for a mere 700 days." Vincent said that that answered his unasked question. I knew that, following that revelation, Vincent might feel reticent about initiating anything sexual, so I made the first move. I turned to face him and placed my hand on his soft cock. "Just because Charlie and I love each other doesn't mean we don't like fucking other boys. You're here because we want you to be here, and we mainly want you to be here not because of your stimulating conversation but because of this thing -" (I squeezed it, already hard) "- any other things in that area." "Like this one," said Charlie, who had been listening, and who placed a finger on Vincent's arsehole. "Mmm," murmured Vincent. At the recruitment process Vincent and I had sucked each other off, and I'd had a few fingers up his arse, but until that night no other activity had taken place. Charlie and Vincent had had no contact at all. By midnight all that had changed. "The As have fucked George and me, and we've fucked both of them," said our visitor, "so who's going to fuck me tonight?" I said that, as I was his Bell Captain, that pleasure was mine. Vincent smiled happily. "I've been wanting this since that recruitment time," he said, "the only ones you fucked there were Javid and Prince." "Well, your waiting's over," said Charlie, "and it's been worth the wait, I can tell you." He pushed the bedclothes back, revealing my hand clasping Vincent's cock. "If you're going to fuck him then I must make sure he's ready, o great Bell Captain." Charlie is very good at making sure someone is ready. I think he must have picked it up from me. By the time he winked at me and said "your time has come" Vincent was almost reduced to a blubbering jelly of delayed gratification. "Oh God, Charlie, I've been warmed up plenty of times, but nothing comes close to that." "In that case I hope you were remembering everything I did," murmured Charlie, "because Patrick will be checking with George in a day or two to see whether you've tried it all out on him." Vincent managed to convey the idea that he would willingly accept Charlie's advice. "Now for God's sake, Patrick, pleeeeeease!" Vincent was on his back, his knees apart and his arsehole gaping like a goldfish, opening and shutting. I wondered where he'd learned that trick - it was mesmerising to watch. A good-sized plum would have got in without touching the sides. Happily when my cock ventured into the darkness his arse was a lot tighter than his rosebud. Most odd. I made a note to discuss things in some details when I quizzed George in a day or two. "Can you feel me?" I asked. "Yes. Now fuck me. Fast, slow, I don't care. I'm just loving every minute of it." I decided on slow. The more excruciating his denied desire to come the more likely it was to hit the ceiling when he did. Vincent put his ankles behind my head and held on for dear life. That left room for Charlie to kneel over Vincent's chest facing him, with his back just clear of me at the business end of the set-up. Vincent's eyes opened wide and his smile got even wider. "Is that for me?" It was. Charlie's cock, wet with precum, smeared Vincent's lips before they parted to admit it. Vincent was being spit-roasted for the first time in his life. There was no doubt that it would not be the last. I remembered that Vincent had been a proficient cocksucker, and knew that Charlie would enjoy the next quarter of an hour. Some boys when they're being fucked twitch, almost as though they're getting an electric shock. Vincent went a stage further: every time my cock was deepest inside him he shook. I could feel his thighs trembling round my chest and his hands and arms were all over the place - clasping Charlie, holding his head, holding his own head, gripping something - anything - then, as I slowly withdrew he seemed to regain control of his body and was still until the next time. More shaking, trembling, thrashing. It was incredibly erotic and I knew I wasn't going to last anything like as long as I'd hoped to. "Got to fill you up," I groaned. "Yes, yes, yes." His right hand reached round Charlie's hips (just) and grabbed his cock. I could see it, hard, urgent, his foreskin pulled right back to reveal a purple swollen head, awash with precum. Three of us were now racing to come: me up Vincent's arse, Charlie in his mouth, and Vincent himself, wanking furiously. Rather surprisingly Charlie was first, crying out as he filled Vincent's mouth with Sutherland's finest vintage. Vincent, being a seasoned expert, didn't spill a drop, but while his mouth was being filled (and his taste buds overloading with sexual messages) he was unable to do more than groan deeply as his own orgasm overcame him. I had a grandstand seat and although it didn't actually hit the ceiling the first enormous gush went sufficiently far into the air that when it came down it landed in Charlie's hair. The next six spurts coated his back. In the fifteen seconds between my seeing this memorable (and sadly never repeated) spectacle and my leaning forward to lick up as much as I could reach I came myself, spunking high up into Vincent's guts. As he felt my cock swell and pulse he swallowed Charlie's load and was thus able to express his joy at the feelings up his arse. "Oh Patrick, oh, oh, it's so ... oh." We are not at our most articulate at such moments, but I knew what he meant, especially as all I had been able to say was "fuck, Vincent, yes, yes, aaaah!" I collapsed forward to enjoy Vincent's spunk off Charlie's back. Charlie collapsed forward, carefully allowing his cock to escape from any dental danger. Vincent, suffused with one of the most enormous post-orgasmic glows of his 15 years, allowed himself to stay uncomplaining at the bottom of a heap of just-come boys. It's a good place. Some minutes later, when the glow had faded, Vincent asked us to let him breathe. We rolled off, still sweaty and sticky. "That was half an hour I'll never forget," he said. "What about what you were saying before we started?" said Charlie, "the boyfriend stuff?" "I don't know what you mean. George and I love each other, but we're both 15 and we're both employed to let men fuck us. Like you two, what we do with other boys doesn't affect what we feel for each other. Right now George probably has Marcus fucking him, and good luck to him. He certainly raved enough about it last time. I'll be raving to him about what we got up to, believe me. And Charlie, you're brilliant and I'll try to give G the same wonderful warm-up treatment you gave me. Patrick, I envy you, having such a skilled lover." "Big speech, Vincent," I said, "but you were a big part of what just happened. Having a threesome adds something extra. You and G should spend the night with some of the other boys now and again. The other three get it on from time to time." "I thought Nigel and Javid were boyfriends." "So they are, but the two of them still involve Graham sometimes. Last night the three of them were coiled up like snakes in Cabin 2." Vincent suddenly disappeared under the bedclothes and I saw Charlie's expression change as Vincent's mouth was fastened on his cock. "I loved the taste of your cum," said a muffled voice from the darkness, "and I want more." I moved to kiss Charlie. "Go on, let him," I whispered, "and he can gave mine afterwards." Charlie relaxed - for the next several minutes all he would have to do was allow everything to happen. Vincent was a good cocksucker, and Charlie was hard in his mouth. My mouth was on Charlie's, our tongues exploring gently, softly tenderly. In contrast Vincent's tongue was urgent, probing, sucking Charlie deeper. He reached his hands under Charlie's arse cheeks drawing his cock deeper. Vincent was deep-throating Charlie - a thing I'd never learned to do - and Charlie was loving it. His breath in my mouth became hotter and shorter and, while our lips remained glued together, he started to make little noises - mmmph! mmmph! - as Vincent drew him ever closer to coming. I'd never felt the sensation before, and although it was only at second hand it was incredibly erotic, almost as though Vincent was fucking me. When Charlie came his cry of ecstasy echoed inside my head and our tongues instantly became frantic with need. Vincent shot up the bed and tapped my cheek. The message was clear: here's your lover's spunk, and I'm offering it to you. I could never get enough of that taste, and I knew that Vincent and George must have felt the same. As Vincent and I kissed and exchanged essence of Charlie I thought of Arthur. I remember thinking then that when I got to be Arthur's age I might be as desperate as he was for the warm urgent spunk of teenagers. I didn't dare to hope that I'd still have Charlie, but as you know the Fates smiled on us both. Not all of the current and former bell boys would be so lucky. When Vincent and I disengaged he looked me in the eyes. "I bet we're having more fun that G and Marcus. It's your turn now, Bell Captain, hold on," and he disappeared down into the steamy darkness. Ten minutes later the orgasm he brought me to was unlike anything I'd had before. The intensity was quite different from coming up someone's arse; this one was actually into Vincent's throat, not his mouth. With Charlie he'd pulled back a bit so that his mouth filled with Charlie's spunk. Mine went straight into his stomach. I don't know what the difference felt like to him, but to me the constriction of his throat as I shot was completely unlike what arse muscles do. It all sounds very cold and technical written down like that, but those of you who have come in both places will recognise what I'm talking about. It was only fair after such feats of oral skill that we, as good hosts, should invite our guest to say how he would like to be delivered of his second load: we'd each come twice, and it was his turn. "I want Charlie to fuck me," he said, "nothing personal, Patrick, but his cock's bigger." I assured Vincent that not only was I well aware of Charlie's extra inches, but that I was happy that they should be put to the use desired. Charlie looked an "OK?" at me and I mouthed "of course," so the two of them settled down for a nice fuck, Vincent on his back as before. I hadn't watched Charlie fuck anyone for several months and I'd almost forgotten how sexy he was when seen in action. He was very fit - we all were - and his body was so beautiful to look at, sinewy, strong, sexy, alive, hot, urgent - oh Charlie, I love you so much and I miss you every day. If I close my eyes you're still the boy of 16 I first found myself loving. The years, the wrinkles, the decline - all gone, all forgotten. Just you and me, wrapped up in each other for over 80 years. We were so lucky. Charlie had already come twice, so was unlikely to do so again, but his cock was hard enough to bring Vincent to where he wanted to be - all over his smooth belly. I cleaned him afterwards. Before we finally curled up to sleep I reminded Charlie that he'd have to wash his hair very thoroughly in the shower the next morning. ***** 0915 continued the tradition of detailed blow-by-blow accounts of the previous 24 hours. Tim reported on our hour with Mario. "He wants me for the same for an hour tonight," I added, "and I'm the last of Arthur's solos this morning. All of us tomorrow, so he'll be happy." "Remind me," said Sir, "who was with him yesterday?" "George and Tim." Sir turned to George. "Tell us, George, what was it like?" "He's a very good cocksucker, Sir, and I came quite quickly. He wanted me to be naked so that he could feast his eyes, as he put it. He got me to turn round and bend over. I thought he might want to fuck me, and I knew that wasn't the bargain, but all he wanted to do was look. I may have done the wrong thing, but when he knelt down behind me to get a close look I said he could touch if he wanted. 'Are you sure, George?' he said. 'Yes, if you like,' I said, expecting him to pull my cheeks aside and maybe feel a bit. But it was his tongue which touched me. Vincent and I rim each other, but no-one else has so far -" (there was a murmuring in the room to the effect that that ought to be put right) "- and Arthur's good at it. After a minute or two I said I was likely to come if he did it any more." "Were you?" asked Sir. "No, not really, but I knew he wasn't paying to rim me. Anyway I turned round and he saw I was hard. 'Mmm, that's a nice one,' he said, and held it. I reckon that's fair game if I'm to shoot in his mouth, so I oohed a bit and said he was making me so horny. 'So I see, George, and I'm horny too. Let's see what your fine cock can produce', and he got his lips round it. Javid had told me that he was good, but I didn't really believe him - I thought he was just cheering me up if I was going to be sucked off by an old man. Sorry, Javid, you were right. I only lasted about two minutes before I started to moan and I told him I was nearly there. 'Good boy, just let it happen', he said and then I started. Lots of jets. I was holding Arthur's head and I stroked his hair as my cock went on shooting. When I finished he took my cock out of his mouth and kissed the end of it. 'Tell Patrick something salty, let's say bacon'." "Bacon," I cried, "Vincent, does George's spunk taste of bacon to you?" He thought for a moment. "A bit, I suppose, but to me it tastes of G." "What about yours? Vincent - is it honey?" "Not really. It's sweeter than mine though." "What is all this, Patrick?" said Sir. I explained that Arthur was in the habit of telling the boys to report to me on what he'd said their spunk tasted like. "We've had mango, pomegranate twice, honey and bacon. Mine's almonds apparently." Sir smiled. "I can't say I'd be quite as precise as friend Arthur, but there's certainly a lot of variation - some sweet and some salty but -" (and here he spread his arms wide and beamed at us all) "- all delicious. Now enough from George. What else?" Tim quietly put in that his was still supposedly mango. "Thank you, Tim. What else." George told us about his night with Marcus. He had been full of piss on arrival, as before, and as before Marcus had prepared the bath. They had pissed on each other happily until they were both empty. Generous refills had been forthcoming and while they were working their way through the two of them had lain, still wet, on a plastic sheet Marcus had laid on the bed. "It's funny how licking a client's body when he's got piss on it is so sexy - you'd think it would be disgusting." Several heads shook at this point. They had 69ed and George had come in Marcus's mouth. Marcus had fucked George, but hadn't come. "He said he wanted to keep it back for later." The piss had become urgent again - it was approaching midnight - so the warm water in the bath was replenished. "I practically wet myself right there when the tap started running." Marcus had made George get in and lie on his back while he got his cock nicely up the boy's arse. "Luckily it's quite a big bath, so there was just about room for him to fuck me. I was pretty sure I knew what was going to happen, so I asked if he was going to pissfuck me." This had indeed been Marcus's intention, but only after he had fucked him properly, and come all those 9 - 10? - inches away from daylight. George had sought permission to piss when necessary, and Marcus had grinned happily. Marcus had fucked George, somewhat uncomfortable, but uncomplaining, and had achieved a noisy orgasm. George had pissed while this was happening "but only a bit". Marcus had then started to piss while his cock was still half-hard and deep within George's arse. "It was a fantastic feeling. Completely unlike spunk. A lot more of it, for one thing, and a lot more pressure. I tried to keep it in for as long as I could but it started to leak out, and as he kept on pissing the leak turned into a fountain. I started pissing myself - I couldn't help it. Marcus was loving it; 'yes, yes', he kept saying, 'piss it all out, George'. After a minute or two we both stopped pissing, but there was still plenty up my arse and when he let his cock fall out guess what happened?" Sir was the only one in the room whose face was not grinning. He pointed to Vincent. "You may have a better idea, Vincent. What do you think?" Vincent didn't hesitate. "A great pile of shit flew out as well." Laughter all round. "Yup," said George," and I was so embarrassed. I thought he'd kick me out." "What happened?" I asked, having a pretty good idea since George had reported in at 0700, not in the middle of the night. "He laughed. 'That happens', he said, 'don't worry', and he picked the bits up in his fingers and dropped them in the toilet." "Were you bothered?" I asked. "No, not once he'd said it was OK. Then we got out of the bath and both showered. We went back to the bed and he took the plastic off and we got in. He wanted to suck my cock and make me come, and that was nice. Then he fucked me again and we fell asleep. When I woke I saw that it was 0640 so I had time to get down under the bedclothes and suck him off. I can't say it tasted of anything really - just spunk. He gave me $50." Sir said that the shit episode was something that hadn't been mentioned before. "Patrick, will you talk to them about it please, and let me know at 0900 tomorrow." I nodded. "Now, who else has been busy?" Javid described his night with Ethan. They had done a great deal of talking as well as a great deal of mutually satisfying things. On the previous occasion - an hour only - Javid had come three times. He said he had been determined to give Ethan his full money's-worth and was proud to report that he had 'jizzed', as Ethan had required him to say, 5 times although he confessed the fourth had been pretty feeble. "Why not the fifth?" asked Nigel, who had a degree of proprietorial interest after all. Javid smiled. "I rested for four hours between the fourth and the fifth." Ethan had managed three orgasms, two of which had coincided very closely with two of Javid's, and news of this feat was greeted with approval by Sir's staff. (And by Sir.) "Where did all these jizzings happen?" "Two of his were up my arse, Sir, and two of mine were up his. Two of mine were in his mouth, including the long-awaited fifth this morning. The other two - one each - were on our bodies. He wanted to see me jizz, he said, so the first one was to be out in the open so he could watch it 'spurt out of my gorgeous brown cock', as he put it. He made me just lie on my back while he did all kinds of sexy things, making me tingle all over. He ended up with three fingers up my arse so when his other hand started to wank me the spectacle he'd been waiting for was not long delayed." "What did he say?" asked Nigel, keen to enjoy his boyfriend's night of passion, even if only vicariously. "He said 'my God, kid, that's a fucking fountain'. I think he was pleased because he kissed me very warmly. Then he said it mustn't go to waste and he licked my belly clean, and very sexy it was. Then he said 'now do it to me', so I tried to copy exactly what he'd done." "Did you get it exact?" I said. He smiled. "Almost. I got four fingers up him. Apart from that it was much the same. Like Vincent I didn't think he tasted of anything special. Spunk is spunk. I like it," he said simply. Time was getting on - it was almost 1000. I knew Sir would want to hear about Don and Micky, but I also knew that he had other responsibilities. I took a risk. "Nigel and Graham had a night with Don and Micky, but I don't think they have enough time to tell the story properly. There are only two bookings for today, so can we leave their report until then, Sir?" Sir glanced at his watch: he was as keen to hear about what the four of them had got up to as the rest of us, but he knew I had a point. "Very well, Patrick. I'm sure it will be worth the wait. I hope you have more than two bookings today though. You'd better all go any see what you can do. Thank you all, it's been an uplifting morning." We all laughed as we trooped out. "Make your story a good one," I told the twins. "Oh, it is, believe me," said Graham. I quietly reminded them all that Micky would be in Cabin 1 from shortly after 1100. "You've got a rota. Sir mustn't know, but I don't see he's likely to find out. If he does, leave the talking to me." I'd given them the rota I'd worked out the night before. If Micky really did want to be fucked by 11 people I had a batting order all prepared. =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 92 as Micky passes an interesting day. The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing last year, 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. ===============================================================================