Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2018 07:48:06 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chaprter 93 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 93 It was lunch time for the rest of us too. Javid, Vincent and Tim had all had the pleasure of what Micky was offering, but in the canteen it wasn't possible for any exchange on the subject to take place. the three of them were grinning happily, obviously keen to share their experiences. "Later, children'" I said, "when we can all hear about it. I asked Vincent where George was. "He's after Charlie, so he had a quick bite and went down a few minutes ago." I said that Charlie had been there when I left and had brought some food and drink for Micky. "He'll need it," said Tim, "he's still got six to go." Graham and I were performing later, and I had Arthur to see to, so my balls were really going to have to replenish themselves for Mario at 2100. Poor Charlie would be struggling if he wanted spunk from me tonight. At last "can't stay, it's feeding time for Arthur," I said. Arthur greeted me like an old friend and made me sit down. "Well, Patrick, the last and the best. How are your tasty new boys getting on?" I told him that he was among the first recipients of their bounty, and that they were only on their second crossing. "Then I'm lucky indeed. How are Charlie and the others doing? Are they still on Queen Mary?" I brought him fully up to date. "You have no idea how much I look forward to my crossings. I was overjoyed to find you all still just as gorgeous and playful. How do you choose such sexy boys?" I wasn't prepared to go into any detail, so I just smiled and said that we had our methods. "And very successful they are. Now, come and let me see you, Patrick." I took off my uniform and stood in front of him so that he could get a good look. "You're nearly two years older and you're even more luscious than you were then. Turn round and let me see your arse." He wasn't paying for this, but I wasn't going to object. So long as he didn't fuck me I was happy for him to look, or even to feel if that's what he wanted. I bent over. "Oh God, Patrick, that's so beautiful," he sighed, "if only I was 20 years younger." I wriggled seductively. "I need you to suck my cock," I murmured, "I remember how good you are. The others haven't stopped talking about what it feels like to squirt in your mouth." "Turn round then, Patrick, I'm ready for you." I was half hard and Arthur set about getting me fully erect. He used his lips to draw my foreskin back and tongued the underside of my cock. He pulled me towards him, and spread my arse cheeks with his hands. He'd done it to me every time he'd sucked me off, and it always worked. "You can put your fingers in if you like," I said quietly, and I felt two teasing me immediately. "Mmm, that's so nice." Arthur was sucking and licking, and my cock was deep in his mouth. A finger hit my prostate and I lurched forward. "That's magic, Arthur, do it more - rub it hard `cos I'm near." I wasn't lying - he'd brought me pretty much from a standing start to damn near coming in only two or three minutes. It isn't the most enjoyable way of coming - standing up - but the sensations up my arse and in my cock made up for it. Then suddenly my cock was pouring spunk into his mouth and he was swallowing as fast as I could deliver. Within ten seconds it was over. When I got my breath back I stepped back. "Thank you, Arthur, that was good." "Thank you, Patrick, it was as tasty as ever." "I'm curious," I said, "does our spunk really taste of all these different things?" "Yes, a bit," he said, "yours is like almonds. Not exactly, of course, but put it this way. It reminds me of almonds, and the other boys remind me of different things. Tomorrow I shall have a veritable feast when you bring your six colleagues." "We shall arrive at 11," I said, "and you'll be able to enjoy all of us in our innocent glory." He laughed. "The great thing about you, Patrick, is that your lost innocence hasn't stopped you being delightful company. You know exactly what an old pervert like me needs." "Arthur, it's our pleasure as much as yours, and tomorrow it will be sevenfold." I dressed and kissed him. "Till tomorrow." I went back down to see where Micky had reached. Alan had only just finished judging from the sweaty condition he and the boy were in. Eight down and only three to go. Graham was next, then me, and then Sam to finish with. "If you want to go and have a quick shower," I said to Alan, "I'll stay here until Graham gets here. I saw Larry earlier after Andrew had got back, and he was amused by the goings-on down here." "You didn't tell him?" "Yes, why not? He may be your boss, but he isn't mine, and he and I are partners in the whoring business after all. By the way, you've no idea how sexy you look with what looks like Micky's spunk rolling down your belly." "Oh fuck off, Patrick," he said cheerfully as he headed for the shower. "Well, Micky, how's it going?" Micky looked dazed. "He's got the biggest so far, and it really filled me up. I've had eight now and I need a break. Do you mind?" "Me? It's your party, Micky, you can have as big a break as you want. Do you want to call it a day? ". "Fuck no! No. I just want a rest. My arse is happy, but the rest of me is aching. Can I go and walk about for a bit?" "Of course you can. Come and have a shower - that'll freshen you up, and when Graham arrives I'll get him to take you out on deck for a bit." "Yeah, I'd like that." So he, naked and sweaty, and I, returned from Arthur, had a chaste shower together. I was interested that he washed his arse very thoroughly. That would give Graham a tighter fuck, doubtless adding to Micky's pleasure as well. By the time we got back to the cabin Graham had arrived. "Micky wants a breath of air," I said, "will you take him to the top deck for 20 minutes, then bring him back. You can fuck him then after you've both worked up an appetite. I'm after you, so wait for me before you go." I wasn't sure how to handle the Micky-Arthur business. I had no doubt that Arthur would love it, so I would be telling him, not asking him. Or perhaps just bringing Micky and giving Arthur a happy surprise. Getting Micky onside would be the key to it. His bag was being fucked, and I had no idea whether depositing his fresh young seed into an old man's mouth would be something which interested him. On the other hand ... yes, that might work. I went to find Tim. He was working an elevator, so I got in and when there were no passengers we both got out. "When does Sam get off?" I said, "he's Micky's finale." It was then nearly 1500 and Micky still had three to go. "He knows about Micky and he's arranged an hour's break at 1545." I told Tim what had passed between Sir and me, and he was as alarmed about Sir's omniscience as I had been. "How the hell does he know?" "I've no idea, and I can't think anyone would have told him." "Who knows, apart from us?" "Don. Oh! I told Larry when Andrew got back looking as though he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards." "Would Larry have told Sir?" Neither of us thought it likely, as Larry had been told about our plan only about an hour before Sir had told me he knew. I said, "Larry and Sir must co-operate about the two groups, but Micky is of no importance to Larry and Phil's lot, so I can't see Larry making a point of seeing Sir and telling him." Neither of us could see how Sir had come by our secret. "Is he cross?" asked Tim. "No, not at all. He'll want the juicy details tomorrow though." "That could keep us going till lunch time." I went back down to the cabin where I found Graham and Micky lying naked together. "I didn't want to start until you got here," said Graham. "Will you get on with it now, then?" demanded Micky, "I've showered and greased my arse, so get it up and get it in." A child who expresses his wants with great directness is our Micky. "Before you start," I said, "I've something I want to show you. Stand up and face each other. Micky, earlier when I was licking you cock and I tasted spunk, you said who else's could it be. Remember?" He nodded. "I'll show you why it wasn't a stupid question. Graham, roll back your foreskin and we'll show him docking." When Micky had put his cockhead next to Graham's and Graham had cocooned both of them inside his foreskin I told Micky that that was called docking. "Yes, so? It's nice." "Well, if Graham wanks while you're in there and he comes, then it could be someone else's spunk on your cockhead, couldn't it?" Micky's grin widened. "Got it!" he said, "will you fuck me now, Graham?" Graham undocked. "Sure, Micky." "Doggy," he said, and crouched. Graham got down and slowly licked Micky's perineum. "You taste of pure sexy boy, Micky," he said happily. "All my others apart from Javid tasted cum." "Lucky them, but maybe I'll taste cum too," I said, "as I'm next." "Stick it in!" And so it came to pass that Graham slowly pushed his hard pink cock into Micky's soft pink arse where it remained energetically at work for several minutes. Micky, unfucked for 40 minutes or more, wriggled and moaned as Graham stolidly kept a good rhythm: in hard, pause, out slow, pause, in slow, pause, out slow, longer pause, in hard and so on. "This is so good, Graham," moaned Micky, "I want you to keep going like that all night." "No chance," I said, "as I'm getting really keen to feel my cock in that cute little arse of yours, and if I don't get it in there the moment Graham's filled you up I think I'll burst." Nonsense, of course, but Micky wasn't to know that. Graham caught my eye and winked. "Nigel told me all about the fun he had." I indicated that he should get on with it. Micky suddenly found himself being fucked twice as fast, but only for the minute or so before, with a howl of lustful pleasure, Graham unloaded several jets into the darkness. "Wow! I can feel every spurt," cried Micky. "Out!" I said, and I was in Micky's arse within a second of its being vacated by Graham. I love sloppy seconds, especially when the receiving arse is as tight as Micky's - even 10th in line, as I was - and when my cock finds itself bathed in cum that only ten seconds earlier was in someone else's balls. It's one of the few things that can get me to come in a matter of seconds if I let it (another is piss-fucking, but Micky wasn't into that), so I pushed my inches all the way in and clasped him, still crouching doggy, tight round the waist. "I've got a surprise for you, Micky, if you're very good," I whispered. "Tell." "No, you've got to be a good boy and wait. I know you'll like it though." "When will you tell me?" "Later, now just enjoy the second best fuck you're going to get this afternoon." I kept my cock in as deep as I could and went on squeezing him tightly. After a couple of minutes he murmured, "I really like the feeling of you in me and being held tight. It's nice." "I'm glad," I said, "I like it too. I like you, Micky. You're a sexy little thing and if I had my way I'd kidnap you and keep you on Queen Mary for ever. I know a lot of people who'd love to fuck you all night long. But what would Don say?" I pulled out suddenly. He cried out. I turned him onto his back and lifted his legs. A smile appeared. I waved my cock in front of his eyes. "Like it?" "Mmm." "Lick it." He did, and it was pure heaven. Any half-decent pair of lips drawing my cock in can make me go all goose-pimply, but when the lips are only 13 the sensation is a whole lot hotter. "I don't want to come yet, and you want me to fuck you, so let me have my cock back." He opened his lips long enough to say 'no'. Who was I to argue? He had begged to be fucked but I would really have preferred to come in his innocent mouth. His arse, after all, was anything but innocent. "You want me to come in your mouth?" He nodded. "OK, go for it," and I relaxed as much as you can relax when you're kneeling over a naked 13-year-old intent on sucking every last drop out of your cock as efficiently as he can. Graham was watching with great amusement. I was getting near. I thought it only proper to give Micky notice of this in case he decided that edging me, and then getting me to fuck him, was a better plan. Such advanced thinking, however, was something he hadn't got round to yet, and he merely brought even more tongue into play. It happened. I leant forward and let fly. Micky's eyes opened wide as the strength and volume of my spunk startled him. He swallowed, but a lot of it leaked from the side of his mouth and rolled down his cheek. Graham was there in a flash. "That's for me," he said. The result was that the three of us succumbed to gravity's influence and Micky was at the bottom of the heap, cum - mine - still adorning his face. I was at the bottom of Micky, cum - Graham's - still leaking from his arse, but being harvested hungrily. Graham was getting the last evidence off Micky's face when Sam came in. "Am I in time?" he said cheerfully. It took a good few minutes before Graham and I were satisfied that Micky was sufficiently clean outside (if not in) to welcome his final guest. By the time we climbed off the bed Sam was naked and rampant. He stood beside the bed and showed the instrument of torture to Micky. Micky licked his lips. 'You've kept the best till last, Patrick, haven't you." "Would you like to hear about your treat now while you feast your hungry little eyes on Sam's monster?" Micky, transfixed, merely nodded. "If you're very good, and ask nicely, I can arrange for you to have Sam fuck you again tomorrow. Would that be fun?" Micky nodded, his eyes still fixed on the many inches of pleasure still to come. "The thing is, you'll be doing it with an audience. We will all be there and so will another passenger - a man - in his cabin. Would you like to be fucked by Sam with eleven other people watching?" A silly question really. In his present mood Micky would have consented to being fucked by Sam in the middle of Piccadilly Circus in a thunderstorm. "And one other thing. You'll have to pay a fee to the man in whose room it will be happening." That got his attention. "How much?" "The entire content of your balls. We will be there so that he can suck us all off. He likes to swallow boys' spunk, and yours will be the treat he's been waiting all his life for." "You mean some old guy sucks me off and I squirt in his mouth, and in return for that I get Sam to fuck me again?" "You got it." "I'll think about it," he said with an evil grin, "but not for long ... yeah, OK." I told Sam I'd explain later. "Now show the boy why he won't be able to sleep tonight because of the excitement of being fucked by that monster again tomorrow." And Sam did just that. It took 35 minutes. By the time Sam had showered and his breathing had returned to normal it was time for him to return to the Bridge. "If Will asks what you've been up to will you tell him?" I asked, curious to know whether matters of this kind were rigorously avoided while Sam was a trainee, rather than a fuckmate. "Maybe." "Will the word 'thirteen' pass your lips?" "Probably," he said with a grin, and away he went, tired but happy. "Well, Micky, that's it for the day," I said, going over to the bed and lying (I was still naked) beside him. It was 1630. He looked exhausted, but supremely happy. He was lying on his back (Sam had fucked him as all the 18-year-olds had, with Micky sitting on Sam's cock), and I had already seen to what Sam had pumped up his arse. It was red and puffy, so I'd spent a lot of time kissing it better. I'm good at that kind of thing, as you know. We were side by side. He turned his head and whispered (although we were alone), "thank you , Patrick. It's been the best day of my life." "I'm happy too," I said, "and I've only got one regret. No, two regrets." "What are they?" "One is that I haven't fucked you, and the other is that after tomorrow I'll never have the chance to fuck you again. Hundreds of others will, but I won't." "Thousands, I hope. But ... you can fuck me now if you like." So I did, and it was marvellous. Hot, tight, wet from Sam and Graham, the boy eager like cat, writhing and purring. I do like fucking boys his age. I'd already been sucked off by Arthur and Micky, and I was due with Mario in four hours, but what the hell, I thought, it's not every day you get to fuck a boy this hot. To my surprise I kept going for nearly quarter of an hour before the lava rose and flowed. He wanked himself while I came, and although his fifth shooting was small the effect on his body was enormous. It was as though 500 volts had gone through him. I think Will and Sam must have heard the cry of ecstasy from the Bridge. "Come on," I said, "we'll shower again." This time I decided I would piss while we were showering - not on him, but in his presence. "I don't get this pissing thing," he said. "How do you know if you've never tried? Do you need to piss?" He nodded. "Well do it on me and see what you feel." "Are you sure?" "Micky, you should know after being fucked all day that we don't say things down here if we don't mean them. Now I've still got plenty of piss. Do yours on me then tell me if you want mine on you. I don't mind either way." Like all piss beginners he couldn't get started, so I knelt and got his cock, soft and beautiful, between my lips. "Go on." "You're mad." "Yes. Go on." After a good half minute I felt a dribble so, wanting him to see what was happening, I disengaged and stood up. His cock continued to piss down my belly, so I held it and aimed at my chest, then my cock. When he was empty he had a glazed look. "Was that hot?" I asked. "Mmm." "Do you want me to piss on you?" "Mmm." "Sure?" "Fuck it, yes." That was more like the Micky we knew. Two minutes later he had a new exciting string to his bow, and we spent another few minutes in the shower. Ten minutes after that he and I were in 733. "I've brought him back, Don. He behaved very nicely." Micky described briefly what had passed - doubtless a more detailed exposition occurred when they were alone - and told Don that a treat was on offer for tomorrow. Micky described the treat. "Do you trust this man, Patrick?" "Yes, Don, he's a regular client and all he wants is to have us come in his mouth. He believes that the spunk of teenagers is the elixir for eternal life." "He could do worse," said Don drily. "Are you happy with this, Micky?" "Yes, Father." "Then you have my blessing." They didn't know that I knew, of course - or perhaps Don did, because he must have known that I'd have studied his Passport. I wasn't about to say anything though. "I will call for Micky shortly before 11 tomorrow morning. There is no charge of course. Bye Micky," and I gave him a kiss, "sleep well. Make sure you've kept some of that tasty spunk for Arthur." After that Mario was a bit of an anti-climax. Pissing with him was fun, but nothing like as electric as pissing with a 13-year-old had been, and although he fucked well - very well - it wasn't exciting. I must be getting jaundiced, I decided. Happily Mario was unaware of any lack of total immersion in the joy of being fucked by him, so my professional status wasn't in jeopardy. Maybe four in a day is too many at my age. After a quick shower it was time to take Gaston's Passport back, and to discover - for Charlie hadn't received an answer from Ryan - what a digestif might be. "Ah, Patrick, come in, come in." I was being greeted like an old friend: Graham must have been to Gaston's liking. "Sit down. You will take a digestif?" "Yes, Gaston, I think I've earned one today," I said, hoping that a digestif might be something which could be said to have been earned after a busy day. Gaston smiled. "Graham would have earned one too had he not been too young - but you, you are more ... mature I think." I wondered where this was going - after all, I was only a year older than Graham. Gaston went to the cupboard and came back with two funny-shaped glasses. When he saw that I was perplexed he said, "this is brandy - a digestif - we French drink it after a meal," and he patted his belly, "it helps, no?" I accepted my glass with rising spirits - a good drink would be most welcome, I said. Gaston swirled the amber liquid round in his glass, so I copied him. "I've never drunk brandy before," I said, "but this looks very delightful." Had Graham been to Gaston's liking? "Indeed. He is a very friendly boy and his bottom was most welcoming. He was worth every dollar. Tell me, do you have many men like me who wish to spend time with your boys?" I told him enough to satisfy his curiosity - that boys were available to discerning passengers who were willing to pay for their time. "And you, Patrick? Are you willing to play?" I said that I was, but that I had had ... a very busy day ... and that was why the brandy was particularly welcome. He laughed. "How old are you, Patrick?" I said I was 16 and his eyebrows shot up. "And Graham, what is he?" "15." Mon Dieu, I have serviced the youngest boy of my life!" I raised my glass and we clinked happily, like a pair of old perverts. Conversation rather stalled then as Gaston rewound the mental tape in his head, knowing this time that the pretty arse he was fucking was so young. I got up. "Here is your Passport, Gaston; I'm glad that Graham was to your liking. Thank you for the digestif." "Thank you, Patrick. Please give this to Graham." He handed me $40. I smiled and nodded. "Good night, Gaston. Sleep well." I had a lovely cuddle from Charlie. "Poor bugger, you look shagged out," he said romantically. "Yes dear." Javid, Nigel and Graham were busy enjoying themselves (and each other) on the other bed. Next door Tim was hearing all about Sam's merry time with Micky. Happy days! =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 94 as the crossing continues. 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. ===============================================================================