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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. fty/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 151 As we were leaving lunch I asked Charlie if he would spend an hour somewhere with George. “I’ll explain why later, but trust me: it’s important.” “What do you want me to say – is there any news on the Kevin front?” “No, no, it’s nothing to do with Kevin. Just have a nice friendly hour or so, but not in our room.” Charlie looked sideways. “And you’ll tell me what this is all about afterwards?” I nodded. “We don’t have secrets – well, not secrets for more than an hour or so.” He smiled. “I can’t wait. Meanwhile George and I will survey the South Atlantic Ocean for you.” By 1355 I was like a bloody bride – me, an experienced old ex-whore of damn nearly 50. It’s amazing what the thought of meeting two willing new 14-year-olds can do – mind you, I didn’t know whether their undoubted willingness extended beyond Larry’s bed. There was a knock a few minutes after 1400. When I opened the door there was Larry with two stunners beside him. “In you go, boys, he’s quite safe,” said Larry. “That’s not what you told us, Larry,” said the taller of the two – as gorgeous a freckled ginger-haired green-eyed piece of jail-bait as you could wish to meet. “I’m Jack,” he said, “and this is Adrian – Ade.” Ade was blond and blue-eyed with no hint of freckles, and a couple of inches shorter than Jack. I’d briefly seen both of them at walrus time, but hadn’t thought anything beyond noting that they were nice to look at. Larry sat down in the middle of one of the sofas and Jack and Ade plopped down one on either side. “Well,” said Larry, “here they are. Do you approve, Patrick?” The question needed no answer. “How much do they know about us?” I asked. Larry smiled, “nothing, except that I told them that your interests were the same as mine, and they seemed quite keen to meet you.” He turned to Jack. “Why don’t you tell Patrick about yourself, and then Ade, you do the same.” I settled back to enjoy myself. “I knew as soon as I got to my new school a year ago that I wanted sex with a master. Ade and I had been doing stuff since we were 10, long before either of us could shoot, and as we got nearer and nearer to first getting spunk we agreed that we both wanted to have older boys doing things with us. But it wasn’t until Larry seemed to show an interest in me just after Christmas that I really believed I would get it on with a man. The older boys were nothing like as sexy-looking as Larry, so I made sure that I was always willing to help put sports kit away – anything that would make him notice me. I had no idea at first that he was just as keen as I was. After a couple of weeks staying after PT had finished, helping stow the equipment and so on, Larry – he was Mr Simmonds then – told me to come into his office. `Thanks for helping, Jack, it’s good to see a boy who wants to be useful,’ he said, and pointed to a chair. `How can I repay you?’ It was pretty clear from the bulge in his tracksuit that he had a very good idea of how he could repay me, so I just got up and locked the door. `Ah!’ he said. After that we didn’t waste any time. We were both out of our clothes in no time and I had his cock in my mouth. He stroked my hair and muttered all sorts of nonsense about how I was just what he needed. `About as much as I need you,’ I said. I plucked up my courage. `Mr Simmonds, would you fuck me please? I’ve never been fucked by a man, and your cock felt so good in my mouth that I want it up my arse.'” “Did you really say that?” I asked, impressed with his directness. “Oh yes, Patrick, he did,” said Larry, “he went straight for it.” “And?” I said. “He fucked me on the desk. It hurt a lot, but I knew it would get easier the next time. That was in his bed, which was a fucking sight more enjoyable – the desk was bloody hard. So was I. I’ve been Larry’s ataköy escort best bum boy ever since.” Ade snorted. “No, you haven’t, you prick. We’ve been joint best bum boys for nearly two weeks now.” I laughed. “Where do you fit in, Abe? You go to a different school.” “Jack and I live close to each other, and he’s right that we’ve been wanking together for ages. When he went to his fancy school he was full of ideas about doing it with teachers, and in the Christmas holidays we spent a lot of time dreaming about having our arses filled by men, rather than boys. It’s nice when we fuck each other, but although we make lots of spunk we come far too quickly and our cocks aren’t all that big, and Jack said that being fucked by a man, or a much older boy, might be better because it would last longer and reach further in.” I smiled, thinking that if we played our cards right these boys might be on the receiving end of very prolonged, and satisfyingly deep, sessions. “What are you smiling at, Patrick?” said Jack, “are you wanting to fuck us as well?” “Of course I want to,” I said, “but what matters is whether you and Ade want me to fuck you.” “Before either of you says anything,” said Larry, “I think Patrick ought to tell you things about him and his friends.” Ten minutes later the boys were up to speed with the fact that there were a number of us who, when we had been their age, were occupied on Queen Mary as we had been. “You mean you let men fuck you? For money?” I nodded. “Wow!” said Abe, “that beats your idea of trying to get a teacher to fuck you, Jack.” “It’s not a competition, Ade, but that’s how it was. My twin brother Tim and I were 14 and the others were 16. We loved it, the men passengers loved it, some of the men in the crew, like Larry, loved it, and we made money. Now, what I need to know is this. You know what we were when we were your age. There are nine of us on the ship and we’re being looked after – looked after in bed, that is – by six boys, crew members, between 16 and 20. Knowing that, do you want to play with any of us? Don’t tell me now – talk about it.” “Patrick, we don’t need to talk,” said Jack, “I’m hard just listening and so’s Ade. Larry, are you going to let us let these old men paw us as keenly as you do? Please?” Larry laughed. “I couldn’t stop you if I tried.” “Ade, Jack, are you sure?” I asked. They both nodded – that was good enough for me. “How should we play this, Larry?” “Patrick, you don’t need me to tell you – you’ve been organising this kind of thing since you were their age. You wrote the rule. Ask them.” “No, not on this occasion. Listen, you two. What I didn’t tell you is that there aren’t just nine of us. There are four couples – boyfriends, or whatever you want to call us – who’ve been couples since before the War, since we were teenagers. I think what we should do, especially since we’ve still weeks in front of us, is for you two to meet two of our couples – me and Charlie, and Tim and his Sam. And then when you’ve met the four of us you can decide what you want to do then.” “When can we get on with it?” said Jack, “I want to be fucked. What you’ve told us sounds as though you and Tim and the others can teach us a lot of fun things. Ade and I want to learn.” Larry shrugged. “I think you’ve met you match, Patrick. Over to you.” “OK, here’s what we’ll do. I’ll go and find the other three. The two of you come back here at 1600 – that’s 4 o’clock – and the six of us can play then.” “At last!” said Jack. “One thing,” I said, “don’t either of you dare come between now and then. When did you last come anyway?” “About 7 this morning,” said Ade. “Me too,” said Jack. “And very nice they both were, Patrick. I can’t tell you how glad I shall be to have a rest. At my age they’re more than I can handle.” The twinkle in his eye wasn’t visible to his young charges. “Come on, you two, let’s allow Patrick to set the ball rolling,” and off the three of them went. It took longer to find Charlie than I’d expected, and when I found him with George it was several minutes before I could get him on his own. “Do you know where Tim and Sam are?” “They’re usually in one of the bars,” he said, and he was right. I refused to explain until I could tell all three of them, but when I had done so all three of them were as keen to meet the boys as I was. merter escort “It’ll really be like old times,” said Sam, “I haven’t had the pleasure of a 14-year-old since the last time I sampled one of you two.” At 1600 the four of us were ready. There was a tap at the door. “Don’t you dare say `come’, muttered Tim. There was no sign of Larry. “He’s let us come on our own,” said Jack, a remark which sent Ade into giggles. “That hasn’t happened since we left Southampton,” he managed to say. “Can we get on with it?” said Jack, plonking himself on the sofa next to me. “Introduce us, Patrick, and then let two of them introduce themselves.” “You’re fast movers, Jack,” said Tim appreciatively. “Well,” said Ade, “you owe us a treat after shoving us into the Atlantic Ocean.” “He means that when you shoved us in we could taste that the pool water was salty, so it must have been sea,” explained Jack, whose hands strayed to an area demonstrating keenness for action. Luckily it didn’t embarrass me, for it was my cock he was stroking – or, if I’m strictly truthful, it was the bulge in my trousers. As you’ll hear it was several minutes before cocks were made available for direct contact. Charlie said that he was my boyfriend and that he was glad to welcome two such fine-looking boys to his Stateroom. “Yes, and I’m Tim and this is Sam, and we’re as keen to get to know you two as Patrick tells us you are to get to know us. So why don’t you tell us why you’ve been brave enough to come to this dangerous place?” Ade moved to the sofa where Tim and Sam were sitting and stared pointedly at the narrow space between them. “Fitting my arse in there will be difficult, so why don’t you make room. I promise that if you do I’ll make room in my arse for whichever of you two is bigger.” Sam laughed. “You have a treat in store, Ade, believe me.” Ade squeezed into the gap they had made and gently applied his hands – nice small hands, and thus full of possibilities – to the parts so visibly affected. “Nice,” he murmured. As Charlie and I were being treated similarly by Jack there seemed little point in further conversation. “We’ve talked about it,” said Jack, “and Larry told us about your rule. We want you to fuck us, and we’ll do whatever you want us to do. We don’t have any limits, or at least we haven’t found them yet. We like having our cocks sucked and we like sucking men’s cocks. We don’t have very big cocks, but we’d like to fuck you if you’ll let us.” “That sounds clear enough,” said Tim, “not that it’s up to me, but I think I know the other three well enough to speak for them.” Three solemn – well, as solemn as we could manage – nods lent support to Tim’s statement. “What happens next?” said Ade. Tim and I stood up and started to strip. Charlie and Sam were about five seconds behind us. Jack and Ade spent perhaps ten seconds being startled at the suddenness of the transition from talk to action before stripping, and doing so a lot faster than we oldies. Their clothes – few in number – were flung in a heap. Six named males sporting six erections. Eight eyes looked keenly at two new cocks, whose owners looked equally keenly at the new exciting flesh before them. “God!” breathed Jack. I like to think that he was reacting to the fact that his cock was in my mouth, as Ade’s was in Tim’s. “We’ll let you young ones have first crack at the boys,” said Sam as he and Charlie sat back to watch, Boys that age come very quickly, so within a couple of minutes both Mulloy twins had good tasty protein in their mouths. Neither of us instinctively felt that we wanted to share – after all, kissing isn’t something that teenage boys are necessarily relaxed about. Anyway there was plenty of time as we hadn’t even reached Rio yet. They come quickly, but they can come often. Tim and I carried our temporarily-relaxed conquests to our big bed. “On your back, Jack,” I said, “this will take time.” Jack grinned that special grin a 14-year-old boy grins when he knows that he’s about to feel a new cock inside and that it’s going to be something to remember. “Oh Christ, Ade, he’s licking my arse!” While my lips and tongue were busy my mind was surprised by this. Larry was an old hand, but for some reason rimming hadn’t taken place. “How does Larry warm you up?” I muttered between long licks of his perineum. “Fingers, but what bahçeşehir escort you’re doing is … aaah! … really nice.” I smiled happily. I really do enjoy spending time nuzzling a boy down there – they’re so appreciative and so easily pleased. Ade didn’t reply: his arse was also being treated to pleasures it had not thitherto experienced. Larry was going to have to improve his foreplay once these kids had tasted our superior skills. But it was I who was tasting. I’ve said before that the taste and scent – ‘smell’ is a word with too many unwanted overtones – of a boy’s arse are things which have to be experienced before they can be understood. Jack had come only a few minutes before my face was between his arse cheeks, and there was an extra post-cum spice to the sensations I was getting. Naturally this had an extra arousing effect on me, and I hoped it would last long enough for Jack to get the full benefit. Larry is a lot bigger than I am, so if my cock was to satisfy the boy as much as Larry’s it would have to play a better tune once it got inside. But getting inside wasn’t something that was going to happen all that quickly. I ran my tongue up and down, as you do, licking round his gorgeous little hole. Twitch, twitch it went. Larry had trained it well. Would it go open, open, I wondered. Ten minutes later when my finger replaced my tongue(not, as you know, all that good at penetrating) his arsehole did indeed open. ‘Come on in,’ it seemed to be saying, ‘it’s nice and warm in here.’ Who could resist such a direct invitation? Not my second (“aaah!”) or third (“oh fuck, yes!”) fingers. I rubbed them gently along the wet walls of his rectum while he got used to being stretched sideways. When he started groaning I decided that my middle finger should seek out its target. “Aaah! … aaah! … oh fuck, aaah!” and a decent-sized second cum indicated that I had been successful. “What the fuck was that?” asked Ade from three feet away, “what did he do?” Jack was in no state to answer. “Tell you later,” I said. “”You won’t need to,” said Tim, “lie still, Ade, and I’ll show you.” I wondered how long it would take. I kept my fingers up Jack’s arse until he stopped panting. He looked up at me. “You’re good at this,” he said simply. “That’s because I like my work,” I said, “and because I like you, Jack. You remind me of someone I used to know when he was 14.” “Or you were 14,” murmured Jack at exactly the same time as Charlie murmured the same words. “Are you still desperate to be fucked, Jack?” I whispered, leaning close to his ear. He put his arms round me and drew me onto him, into the cummy mess. “Yes, please, Patrick. Will you make it last all day if I ask you very nicely?” While I thought a kiss might not yet be welcome I allowed myself a gentle nibble of his ear. “But only if you’re very good,” I whispered. Charlie had kindly taken the lube bottle from the bedside drawer and placed it between Tim and me. I put a dollop on my cock and put a greased finger briefly back into Jack. Just as I was about to touch my cockhead, foreskin withdrawn, to his arsehole there was a great cry from Ade. His prostate had evidently given up its secret and his balls had given up theirs. Jack smiled. “He’s noisy, isn’t he?” When I was in Jack wrapped his legs round my waist and fixed me with a determined look. “Let’s go, Patrick.” It was my turn to feel that an ejaculation might happen earlier than I would have wished, but I managed to keep going for nearly ten minutes before the inevitable happened. Jack knew I was close and he reached up and held my head. “Yes, yes,” he whispered, “forget about me coming, just fill me up, fill me with -” But he got no further as I pushed in further than I’d been before and shot rope after rope of spunk deep deep inside the boy. I felt his hand reach between us and gather up some of his cum. Two minutes later, with me still inside, he came for the third time. “Oh God!” was all he could whisper as he relaxed his legs from my back. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 152 as we continue to enjoy our new friends. The story is, of course, fiction, but the photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I first saw them while making a transatlantic crossing in 2017, and had the pleasure of seeing them again in April 2019, smiling at the knowledge of all the things that had befallen the boys since I first saw them, and thought again how cute “I” was. I’m sure he had adventures in real life … Drop me a line at net – that is after you’ve dropped a few quid. =============================================================================

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