Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2018 08:06:38 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 94 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 94 I'm not going to go into detail about our marathon 0915 session the next morning. Apart from Tim none of the bell boys were aware that there had been a 180 degree change in Sir's being allowed to know about Micky, so there were some surprised faces when I started proceedings with the news that Sir was to be regaled with the story of no fewer than 11 sexual acts with Micky. Javid went first, as he had done with Micky, and when Sir made it clear that he wanted full details he didn't hold back. Nor did any of the others. When it came to me I simply said that we had not wished to exclude out four former colleagues from the undoubted delights of Micky's arse, nor to keep from him the varied pleasure of being fucked by four lusty, and considerably-endowed, 18-year-olds. "Since they have other duties, Patrick, perhaps you'll tell us all how these former colleagues performed," said Sir. "At the beginning, when Micky knew what was going to happen, I asked him whether he planned to come himself. He quickly said he wanted to cum four times - once while being fucked by each of the men. That was the word he used. Andrew was the first and Micky made him lie down so that he could lower himself onto Andrew's cock." I noticed that most of the bell boys found it necessary to adjust themselves, as most of them hadn't witnessed what I was describing. "Micky wanked onto Andrew's chest, and it nearly hit him on the chin. Then later it was Charlie. Micky wanted all the men to fuck him the same way. It got as far as Charlie's belly when Micky came. Alan was the same except that Micky made him face the other way, so that when Micky came he leaned back and the spunk went on his own belly. Alan said that the sensation of Micky's arse tightening and the boy leaning back was so intense that he came really suddenly. Sam, the biggest, was last. Sam kept going for over half an hour." "And Micky was all right after all that?" "Yes. I returned him tired and a bit sore, but very happy. He was so impressed with being fucked by Sam that I offered him another session with him today, but only on condition that he paid a fee." "And what might that be?" asked Sir with a glint in his eye. "It's not a fee to any of us. It's a fee to Arthur of one good dose of 13-year-old spunk. We seven will be joined by Sam and Micky at 1100 when we see Arthur and Sam will fuck Micky for an audience." "Are all the parties involved, and Don, happy with this arrangement?" "Yes - only Arthur doesn't know and as it's a surprise for him I'm sure he will be very happy. He gets an extra dose of spunk and Sam and Micky will perform before his very eyes. Arthur's problem is that he can't get it up. If eight loads of boy-spunk and the erotic sight of a 13-year-old beauty being fucked by Sam's inches doesn't produce a stirring then nothing will." "Good luck then," said Sir, "your entrepreneurial spirit does you good, Patrick, but don't go giving free rides to anyone over the age of 13 again." "No, Sir." "What else befell you yesterday?" I said I'd serviced Arthur and had an hour with Mario. I gave the briefest of details in both cases. Graham described his session with Gaston. "He undressed me and spent several minutes just looking and touching. I was standing and it felt really strange. Usually we're on a bed and it's natural to touch and be touched, but this was odd. Nice though. He made me stand with my feet apart and when he started to stroke the inside of my legs my cock got hard immediately. 'You have a very nice cock, Graham', he said. I didn't know what to say, so I just said, 'do you have a nice cock, Gaston?' He laughed. 'You will see soon, my boy', he said. That was when I decided to keep my mouth shut and just let him get on with whatever he wanted to do. He knelt down behind me and put his nose in my arse crack, so I bent forward to let him get at it properly. 'Ah!' he said, 'essence of boy'. Whatever that meant it was a good thing, because when I reached down and pulled my arse cheeks apart he was in there with his tongue in no time. Some men when they lick your arse have no effect, but Gaston isn't one of them. 'Touch your toes', he said. This was new, but it's an interesting feeling, touching your toes with some bloke's tongue a good inch up your arse. I didn't know tongues could reach that far in. I could see precum leaking from my cock but there was nothing I could do about it, so it just dripped onto the carpet." Sir sighed, although whether with excitement or at the thought of the carpet cleaning bill wasn't clear. "When he'd got me really hot he stood up. 'Time for the front'. he said, 'stand up please'. He knelt and got my cock, precum and all, into his mouth. I was desperate to get him in me, so I thought it would be useful if I pulled my foreskin back. Turns out it was exactly the right thing to do. 'Ah!' he says again, 'a boy who is master of his cock. And so tasty!' I love my cock being licked, and Gaston was good at it. I was never far from coming, but not so close I couldn't keep it back. 'Will you want to fuck me, Gaston?' I whimpered, 'I really need your cock in me.' That was when he stood up and took his dressing gown off. His cock was as big as Sam's, but a lot thicker. He was very hairy. Since we've all been shaved I've got used to seeing smooth balls, and seeing someone that hairy was a bit of a shock. Still, he was the client, so I had to smile and say how gorgeous it looked. 'I hope I can take it all,' I said - the usual malarkey. 'Oh, I'm sure you can', he said. Anyway, he got me on the bed and on my back. When he stuck his cock in he could tell I was greased up - luckily half way to my stomach, I think - so it went in nicely. I went 'ooh!' a few times, but I was loving every fat inch of it. 'Mmm, that's so hot, Gaston. You're setting me on fire down there.' More malarkey. Then he started to fuck me, slowly at first then gradually faster and faster. I came without touching my cock, and it spurted onto my chest. He growled when he saw it - I though he was cross - but he pulled out and aimed the monster at me. Four quick strokes and a gallon of French spunk made the poor load on my chest look pretty paltry. I don't think anyone has come that much onto me before - in fact I know damn well it hasn't." He paused, then said, "if Nigel and Javid both did it might be as much." Those named both laughed and promised that the matter would be put to the test ere long. "Enough," said Sir. I produced the $40 and handed it to Graham. "I meant to give you this last night," I said. "Gaston gave it to me to give you when I returned his Passport. He said you had been entirely to his liking, and that you were the youngest boy he'd ever fucked." "Did he say that?" "No, he actually said you were the \youngest boy he'd ever serviced." Sir dismissed us, but not before I had said that we had no clients today, "but that's not unusual as most of them are packing. I exclude Arthur, of course." After we left I led them all down to Cabin 1. "There's an addition to our morning with Arthur," I told them. "We've to be there at 1100. Arthur will want each of us - just the seven of us - to come in his mouth as before, only this time we'll all be there naked together. We did this before with him last time he was on Queen Mary. This time he'll have an extra treat. Micky will be with us, and Micky will cum in his mouth too." They seemed excited by this. "Does Micky know?" asked George. "Of course, and that's not all. He was so turned on when Sam spent 35 minutes fucking him yesterday that Sam's agreed to fuck him again so that Arthur can watch." "Can we watch too?" asked Vincent. "Yes, and unless Arthur objects I can't see why we can't join in, although only with each other. If Arthur wants to join in that's up to him, not us. I will collect Micky just before 1100 and bring him to Arthur. Tim, will you get the rest of them there a minute or two before 1100. Don't tell Arthur anything's planned." As they left there was an air of excitement. It was 0950. "You'd better all be greased, just in case." Tim said that Sam had told him all about it in bed the night before. "He was impressed with the way the boy seemed insatiable." "He's certainly not normal," I said. "It's not normal for a 13-year-old to allow himself to be fucked by so many people for six or more hours. There must be a name for that kind of hunger." "We aren't complaining though. He seemed to enjoy every minute of it. Sam was amazed when you asked him to fuck him again today. You'll need to make a special effort to thank Will." I grinned, "that will be a pleasure for all of us, and the sooner the better." We paraded ourselves in the elevators, smiling and looking delicious. It was tip-gathering day. I got a couple of looks which, had they happened earlier in the crossing, would almost certainly have led to business. Not today though - these punters had left it too late. At 1055 I collected Micky. "Ready for action?" I said. He grinned. "You bet, Patrick. I can't wait." I told him that I would want him to be the last to come for Arthur. "He's had the rest of us coming into his mouth in the last few days, and I'm guessing that 13-year-old spunk will be the high spot of the whole morning. After you've come Sam will fuck you, and if you come then, just do it where you like. I'm hoping that Arthur will find it exciting - the poor man can't get his cock hard any more, and if the sight of Sam ploughing your pretty little arse doesn't do the trick then nothing will. The other bell boys will probably join in, not with you and Sam, but with each other. It could be one big orgy." "Come on then." When Micky and I got there the others were already there. Tim had told Arthur that I would be along a moment later and Arthur had suggested that they should wait, still in their uniforms, until I arrived. "Who is this beautiful boy?" he asked. "This is Micky. He's 13 and he's agreed to be your special treat, Arthur." "How lovely! Thank you, Patrick, and thank you, Micky. I assume that Patrick has told you what happens?" "Yes, Arthur," said the sweetest, most innocent-looking boy in the room, "I'm to shoot my spunk into your mouth when you suck my cock." "So forward, and so keen! Well, Micky, you are most welcome." "There's more, Arthur," I said. "You've been generous to us and we want to give you a treat. We hope you'll like it. Sam is going to arrive in 15 minutes and perform for you to watch." "What will the gifted Sam be performing? Not delivering his bounty again?" I paused. This was the moment he'd either drool over for the next month, or kick us all out. "Sam is going to fuck Micky." Arthur's eyebrows rose. "Is Micky a willing participant? Sam is very big." Luckily Micky replied before .I could open my mouth. "Arthur, Sam's fucked me already and I loved every inch of it. Honestly, I can take it all." Arthur smiled. "Very well, Micky, I will look forward to tasting your spunk and to watching Sam give you the pleasure you so obviously want. Now, boys, let's get those uniforms off and get on with the morning's business. Who's first?" I'd agreed with Tim that he would be first and I'd be last, with only Micky after me. I wanted Arthur to know that some of us were couples, and couples moreover with both members in the room. My idea was that both cocks would give Arthur what he desired at the same time, or as close as possible. So George and Vincent would go after Tim, then Graham, then Javid and Nigel, then me. That would add variety for Arthur. Tim, cock rampant, foreskin drawn back, approached Arthur who was on his knees. Arthur opened his mouth and his tongue stretched out to taste Tim's drop of precum. Arthur's eyes closed and a smile lit his face. Rim moved an inch closer and his cock disappeared. Arthur's arms reached out to hold Tim's arse; he knew how much Tim and I loved having our cheeks spread and fingers playing around our arseholes. Tim and I knew that we'd come a damn sight quicker like that, and our aim was speed at this stage. I decided to suggest that help might be useful, and pointed Graham to Tim's arse. "Get a couple of fingers in," I whispered, "three's even better." Arthur didn't seem to mind when he detected someone scrabbling around behind Tim: all he really wanted was spunk, and lots of it. If another boy (which one? his eyes were shut) was helping things along Arthur wasn't bothered. Graham's fingers were in and quickly found Tim's prostate. He'd learned the technique of one either side, stretching Tim's arse wide, while the other rubbed had. Tim gasped and moaned that ejaculation was imminent. Arthur sucked vigorously. Tim came. Graham felt what was happening and gave Tim's prostate a good rub. Tim came some more. Arthur rolled the result round his mouth and swallowed. He smacked his lips. "Joy, pure joy. Thank you, Tim." Tim went to lie on the bed to await further entertainment. "George and Vincent are boyfriends, Arthur," I said, "and they want to give your their spunk together." They stepped up to Arthur, who was still kneeling. He reached up and took a cock - hard and peeled back, like Tim's - in each hand. "I didn't know," he said, "have you loved each other long?" "A few months," said Vincent, "we live in the same town." "That makes me very happy," said Arthur, "it's good that boys who love each other can accept it, and rejoice in it. One day, long after I'm gone, I hope it will be quite natural for boys - and men, come to that - to accept love and for it to be accepted." He fondled both cocks and lifted them so that he could lick their balls. "You are very tasty, but nothing like Tim. That's the pleasure of having so many boys coming to play at the same time - the different smells and tastes are unimaginably sexy. I wonder if I can get both these vigorous young cocks in my mouth at the same time." Go on, Arthur, you know you can, I thought. He opened wide and, to no-one's surprise, both slick cocks were easily accommodated. Graham had no part to play, because Nigel and Vincent were each performing what was needed up the arse of the other. I was standing behind, and was impressed with the suppleness and dexterity (for both were right-handed, so Nigel was fingering Vincent with the wrong hand) being exhibited. We'd all discovered, as I imagine you have, that wanking with your other hand feels quite different - feels like someone else, in fact - and I made a mental note to ask these two whether being fingered by the boyfriend's left hand felt different from the pleasure to be had from his right. Indeed, enquiry might be made of all of our new bell boys about fingering, and its delightful development, fisting. While all this was going through my mind Vincent and George were approaching take off. George stood on his tip-toes - usually a good sign of things to come - and Vincent rubbed away in the dark. Then "aah!" and George pushed forward, delivering the goods in five or six spasms. If you've been in the happy situation in which Vincent found himself at that moment you will know that it's well-nigh impossible not to be hurled towards release yourself, and before George's cock had squirted its last Vincent was adding ... and adding ... and adding. Six jets added to George's five (and any involuntary dribbles ) gave Arthur the biggest mouthful by far of his crossing. He pulled back, his lips closing as the two softening cocks popped out, glistening with cum. Again he tasted; again he swallowed. With some difficulty - age? sexual exhaustion? - he stood up. "Patrick, if that was your idea I am indebted to you. Having two boys - two lovers - pouring their joy into me together is much more than a double pleasure." I smiled. "You've another double to come, don't forget, Arthur." I'd deliberately rostered Graham - bereft of Prince - in the middle so that he got the full benefit of Arthur's attention. "How would you like me, Arthur?" he said. "On the bed, I think, Graham. All that has left me needing to lie down. Will you climb on top of me?" Until now all of us had delivered standing up, so this was a new departure. Arthur got on his back and Graham knelt over his chest. "That's right, now wriggle up a bit ... that's better" and Graham's cock was where it was wanted. Nigel, next up, went to the bed and knelt beside Arthur. He looked at Arthur's cock, but it showed no sign of life. He stroked it gently. Arthur removed his mouth enough to say that while Nigel's attentions were nice they were unlikely to have any effect. "You will be much better with your fingers up your brother's arse, Nigel." No boy of 15 is going to ignore such an explicit instruction, and Arthur's cock was left unattended. Nigel inserted three fingers. Graham wriggled happily. "More," he murmured. "All of it?" "Yeah." This was new. Until that moment I had had no inkling - and nor had any of the others from the looks on their faces - that these two were fisting aficionados. The conversation I had planned for when we all got back from the Grand Tour that night would now have a practical demonstration. Arthur licked and sucked happily while Nigel did what was necessary where it mattered. The ease with which Graham accommodated Nigel's fist, lubricated even as it was, made me think that this was something they had been doing for a long time. I looked at Javid. He was mesmerised. Was that because he saw the opportunities for new sensations from his boyfriend? I hoped to find out later. It promised to be a long night. Looking at Javid was always nice: he was by far the most beautiful - and that is the right word - of any of us, old or new. I remember looking at him when he was asleep way back at the interview camp, and thinking that if I wasn't in love with Charlie I could easily be swept up by Javid. Lucky Nigel! My daydreaming was brought to an abrupt halt by a long moan of delight from Graham who was coming deep in Arthur's mouth. Nigel slowly removed his fist - clean as a whistle. It must have been planned, I thought. Graham kept his cock where it was while Arthur milked him of every last drop, eventually allowing it to slip from his lips. Arthur knelt. "Another double act," I said, "Javid and Nigel are romantically entangled." They stepped forward arm in arm. "We're going to wank for you, Arthur," said Javid, "and we'll warn you in good time. That way you get to see my brown cock and Nigel's pink one dancing in front of your eyes." Arthur expressed agreement with this arrangement, asking only that he might taste each cock before it was man-handled by its owner. Javid was first and I swear Arthur shuddered with pleasure when the brown cock was thoroughly tasted. Nigel, less exotically flavoured perhaps, elicited no shudder. Both boys stood in front of him as close together as they could while still able to wank. Javid said, "OK," and both first started to fly. With so many orgasms promised they wanted to speed things up, and so no time was wasted. I never ceased to be amused by the sight of Javid (or Prince, come to that) wanking. Whereas the rest of us had cocks which, while being wanked, were much the same colour in the cock head as the foreskin, Javid and Prince had highly contrasting colours - a brown (black in Prince's case) foreskin which peeled back to a pink cock head. When they were wanking the rapid alternation of colours was new to me - to all of us - and therefore strangely exotic. The kaleidoscope didn't last more than a minute because each of them were panting heavily and groaning. "Open, Arthur, here it is," cried Nigel, first by about three seconds. Javid had little time to push Nigel's spurting cock aside in Arthur's mouth before pouring forth. Arthur's lips closed while the two of them were still twitching and his arms went round their arses, pulling them even further in. Nigel's and Javid's lips met in a long kiss. "That was good," murmured Nigel. "Mmm," from Javid. After making sure that nothing was likely to be spilt Arthur backed away, and the two cocks, brown and pink, hung, half-hard still, in front of his chin. He feasted his eyes on them, Javid's in particular. "I hope you will always love each other," he said quietly to them, "nothing can touch you if you have love." While Arthur was recovering there was a quiet tap at the door. Tim went over and opened it a crack. When he saw it was Sam he got behind the door and opened it just enough for Sam to creep in. "Am I coming at a bad time?" he whispered. "No," whispered Tim, "Arthur's got two more, then you're on with Micky. 5, maybe 10 minutes." "I've only got 45 minutes and I'll need to shower. There's no way I can fuck Micky for as long as yesterday." "You won't need to. 15 minutes will be plenty." Sam took off his uniform and folded it carefully well away from the danger of any spillages. "Hello, Arthur," he said, "you look happy." "Happy as a lark, Sam, thank you. Patrick tells me you are going to spear the beautiful Micky with that weapon of yours." Sam stroked the weapon and it responded. "Mmm," he said. Micky eyed it hungrily. It was my turn. =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 95 as Micky appears for the last time in the story, and an entertaining evening is had by all the Queen Mary Bell Boys. 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. ===============================================================================