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Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 152 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 152 After a few minutes Charlie came over to where Jack and I were still on top of each other. “I imagine you both need a rest. When do I get to fuck you, Jack?” Jack smiled dreamily. “Ten minutes maybe?” Charlie hadn’t expected that, and nor had I, but a bargain was a bargain and if Jack thought his arse would be ready for Charlie’s extra inches in ten minutes, then that’s where they would be. I climbed off, still sticky, and went for a quick shower. When I got back Charlie and Jack were already on the road to deliverance, although that was still some way off. Evidently on this occasion Jack had asked for a hard fuck, rather than the prolonged one he’d enjoyed from me. I approved: the wider the range of experiences he had with us in the early stages the better his choices would be later on. It dud cross my mind that we were putting ourselves under a lot of unaccustomed strain, what with Felix and Colin and now these two seemingly insatiable 14-year-olds. Doubtless we’d all survive though. On the other side of the bed Ade had seen the unexpected growth in Sam’s cock after Tim had finished fucking him. I heard murmurs of amazement, but there was no sign of alarm at the prospect of all those red hot inches. Of course Larry was much the same size, so Ade would be accustomed to being plugged by something that big. Jack was whimpering as Charlie very slowly entered him. “Come on Charlie, I need all of it, don’t tease me.” But Charlie went at his speed, knowing that the boy’s anticipation would only grow with the deferral of the outcome. Once all the way in he kept up a relentless deep rhythm, and Jack soon became insistent that what he was experiencing was inexpressibly good. At least that was my interpretation of the non-vocal noises he was making. Charlie looked over and caught my eye. He winked and I nodded. The sudden increase in the speed with which Charlie’s cock thrust deeply made Jack’s moans continuous – this from the boy who had accused Ade of being noisy – but luckily his moans didn’t last long as Charlie came buckets. Jack, who had already come three times, was in a frenzy, thrashing under Charlie, and when his hand clasped his cock it took only a few seconds for a fourth orgasm to overcome him. Not much spunk, as far as I could see, but an immense amount of ecstasy, none of it concealed. Ade, who still had Sam gradually getting there inside him, looked over and grinned. “He’ll be asleep in a couple of minutes, Charlie, you’d better get off,” but Sam’s acceleration pushed any thought about Jack or Charlie out of his mind. “Yes, Sam, yes, yes … ” Sam grunted, pushed in as far as he could, and let fly. “Oh Christ!” murmured Ade, “I felt so much spunk shooting up. You must have done gallons.” Sam had none of the reticence about kissing the boy he’d just fucked and I (and probably the other two as well) were happy to see that Ade was an enthusiastic kisser. As Jack was, as predicted, fast asleep we had no way of testing whether he was equally keen, but it did now seem highly likely. I have no idea how many times Ade had come while Tim was doing the business, but he certainly hadn’t while Sam was fucking him. I thought it only right, and the behaviour of a good host, that the boy should be given the opportunity to enjoy our hospitality to the full, so when Sam went for a shower I went over and knelt over Ade. My mouth engulfed his cock – hard and still cummy. “Aaah, Patrick, that’s nice,” he whispered. “Mmm,” I said and kept on. His spunk, when delivered a few minutes later, was sweet. So was the cum-sharing kiss. 20 minutes later all six of us were showered and naked. Jack’s sleep had lasted only ten minutes, but during that time he seemed to have recovered remarkably quickly. “He’s always like that,” said Ade while Jack was showering. “Well,” I said, “do you want more of the same, or do ataköy escort you want to meet some more of our gang?” The two boys looked at each other. Jack said, “we both loved that, and we certainly want you four to fuck us again. Would you mind if we met the others and let them fuck us as well?” “No, Jack,” said Charlie, “Patrick’s told you the rule. If you want the others to have as much fun as we’ve had in the last hour then that’s fine by us. Patrick, how should we fix it?” “That’s easy,” I said, “if you want to play in the afternoon then you come here each day at say 1400 and I’ll take to whichever Stateroom you want to visit.” “But how do we know the others?” said Ade, “we haven’t met them.” I had overlooked this important point. “OK, come here at 1000 tomorrow morning and I’ll make sure all nine if us are on parade for you.” Ade grinned. “That sounds fun. Thanks, Patrick.” The fires of lust being quenched, if only for a few hours, Jack and Ade were happy to be 14-year-olds again, excited at looking forward to more fun the next day. They climbed back into their clothes and were about to go. “Haven’t you forgotten something?” said Tim. Jack looked perplexed but Ade was on the button. He went over to Tim and made a small bow. “Thank you for having me,” he said. “Glad you could come.” And because Tim had been watching everything Sam had done he took Ade’s face in his hands and kissed him. When Jack saw this I was the lucky recipient of his lips and, immediately after, of his tongue. It was a nice kiss. They were gone. “Well?” said Charlie, “what the hell do we make of that?” “That we’ve fallen on our feet with 14-year-olds as well as with older teenagers,” said Tim. “Yes, but how do we fit them in as well as the ones James has provided?” said Sam. “Like I suggested – them in the afternoon and the other ones at night. It’s unfair to Larry to deprive him of his nocturnal comforts after all. Mornings, we recover. Besides, they want to sample the others, so even if they don’t find Prince and Javid so exotic that they want to come back to boring old us, they still won’t visit every day.” I would find out how wrong I was. When Jack and Ade appeared bright-eyed and bushy-tailed the next morning all nine of us were found to be acceptably by them as companions, even Graham and Prince. They had managed not to allow themselves to be seduced by late-teen flesh but, as I had expected, the sight of two 14-year-olds naked (for all 11 of us had to be naked for evidence-based decisions to be made) tipped the balance. We four who had already drunk at their fountains took a back seat while what Tim called horse-trading took place. Eventually everyone was satisfied with the outcome and, as they had not been wearied with any of James’s treats the night before, Prince and Graham led the two boys away for their first experience of inter-racial matters. Both boys had expressed keenness to be ‘fucked by that thing’ as they looked at, and then were allowed to touch, Prince’s pride and joy. Naturally it rose to the occasion. Graham assured them that the next hour or two would be hours to which they would look back with unalloyed pleasure. “He means you’ll love it,” translated the ever-helpful Tim. And off the four of them went. ***** The days progressed much as I had suggested after that. Charlie and I had Felix and Colin every night, and the four of us rang the changes with enthusiasm. The two of them knew about Jack and Ade, but there was a tacit agreement that the boys were for us, not the crew, at least as far as Charlie and I were concerned. We had an interesting day on 12 November in Rio while the ship was bunkering. We hadn’t been allowed ashore during the War – just as well or we’d have been left behind when Queen Mary beetled off to avoid the U-boat threat – so actually setting foot on South American soil was new for all of us old hands. Most of the passengers went ashore, and Cunard had put on buses to take us to the various tourist spots. The nine of us went up to the Christ the Redeemer statue with a wonderful view of the city, and Queen Mary looking very small. Tim muttered to me that they took their Catholicism more seriously in Rio than we had ever done in Liverpool. “Probably not enough willing sexy boys here,” I said. He snorted, “I doubt that,” and indeed the many small boys of 10 or so with open happy faces indicated that when their hormones started firing there merter escort would be an almost limitless supply of entertainment for all the priests of Rio. When I suggested this to Tim he – ever the vulgarian – added, “laid end to end.” “What are you two sniggering about?” asked Charlie. “Catholic stuff, Charlie, you don’t want to know.” Larry and the two boys were up there as well, and it was nice to see Jack and Ade being just that – excited boys thinking about nothing more than the view and the sheer delight at not being stuck in a classroom on a cold November day in England. Charlie and I were excited too, although much less innocently, because the following afternoon would see their second visit to 721, and this time Tim and Sam would not be sharing. That night we limited our activities with Felix and Colin. Lusty fellows of 16 and 18 could manage two or three times (that’s not counting the one in the morning of course) but we had to restrain ourselves to just the one each. Restraining had its usual effect, however, that a pleasure deferred is a pleasure doubled. Neither Charlie nor I was complaining about the intensity of the pleasures visited upon (and in) us by Felix and Colin that night, or the pre-breakfast healthy appetisers we ingested. Like well-trained whores they made themselves scarce when other activities were to be enjoyed. “Enjoy the children after lunch,” said Felix, “we’ll be back before dinner, and while we’re not allowed to meet them we certainly want a blow-by-blow account. You never know, we may learn something.” The children, when they arrived, immediately made themselves at home. We were already wearing only bathrobes, so the undressing took but a few seconds. Ade made for Charlie. “I want to have you all to myself this time,” he said, gently stroking Charlie’s cock. “That will be nice,” murmured Charlie, reciprocating. “It looks like you’re stuck with me, Jack,” I said. Jack pretended to be disappointed but he didn’t struggle very hard to convince anybody. “If we both play our cards right, Patrick, it’ll be to you like last time, not with you.” I could become fond of this boy, I thought, he’s quick-witted. It was as well that Charlie and I had limited ourselves the night before, for there were multiple orgasms in 721 that afternoon. I wasn’t in a position to concentrate on what Charlie and Ade got up to, although it was certainly noisy at times, but when Charlie and I were talking cosily after the boys had gone he told me that he’d come twice and Ade four times – all in the space of just over 2 hours. Jack’s energies and skills had coaxed a third out of me (but then I’m a whole lot younger than Charlie, of course) and my fingers had got four from Jack. No doubt they would be agreeing to call their afternoon a satisfying score draw. You will wish to know that Jack was insistent that ‘that postate thing’ (I corrected him) was (as he put it ) ‘done things to’ again, and I was very happy to oblige. I got him on his back and rimmed him for a long time – 20 minutes or more – before I effected entry. “At bloody last,” he whispered, “I’m red hot in there.” I assured him that hot though he might be, my fingers would make him hotter. “I know,” he whispered, “I’ve been thinking about your fingers all day … aaah!” Two fingers had arrived and the third soon joined them. His prostate was a hard little nut and it didn’t take long for it to do what it was built for. I looked up when Jack came to see an arc of spunk fly over his head. “Blimey!” I said, “that was pretty spectacular. When did you last come?” He pretended to think about it. “Around midnight, I think. That’s what – 15 hours.” I assured him that an arc of spunk flying over a boy’s head with only 15 hours’ head of steam was something he could be proud of. I added that the almost unbroken trail of silvery joy running from between his nipples to where his little thatch of pubes lay was pretty awesome too. “Yeah. Larry says I cum lots, and he’s the expert.” It was time to fuck him. Half an hour later he and I were both ready for more. We’d cuddled tightly after I filled his arse and he’s shot again, rendering his prediction that we’d be stuck together entirely accurate. Mind you, quite a lot of it was in me, rather than on him. “D’you want to fuck me?” I said. “Can I?” “Jack, remember where you are.” “Oh yeah. Right. Patrick, I’m going to fuck you.” “That’s better. How do you bahçeşehir escort want me?” Jack whispered that he wasn’t sure. “I’ve never fucked anybody before – well, apart from Ade – and we fuck each other from behind. But all the fucks we’ve had from Larry and you guys have been different. Isn’t there a right way?” I held him tight. “Oh Jack,” I murmured, “there’s no right way and no wrong way. Whatever way the two people doing the fucking want at that time is the right way for them on that occasion. It could be completely different the next day.” He giggled, “or even an hour later.” Different ways give the two guys different feelings,” I explained. Charlie and I like to see each other’s face, so we don’t do it doggy-fashion like you and Ade. But if you’re fucking a beginner it’s a good way because you don’t get as far in. You can reach round and wank him too. Doing it the way I fucked you the first time lets both guys get really close, and they can hug and kiss.” “Mmm,” he murmured, happily remembering and perhaps wishing that he and I had kissed that time. “There’s a third way too, but it won’t work for you fucking me.” “Why? What is it?” “Next time I fuck you we’ll do it. I lie on my back with my cock sticking up in the air and you squat over me and lower your arse onto it.” His eyes lit up. “That sounds really kinky”! “Jack, everything we do is kinky. Men aren’t supposed to fuck boys, remember.” “Fuck that. I’m here, you’re here, now let’s be kinky. Can I do it like you did me?” “Yes, Jack, that will be nice.” And he did, and it was. His foreplay wasn’t bad either but, as they do, when he got his cock in it was too much, and I felt him shudder to a third orgasm after only about two minutes. He was unhappy but I pulled him down onto me. “Sh, sh, Jack, it doesn’t matter. It’s always too quick the first few times. I promise that you’ll be lasting 20 minutes or more by the time we land in LA.” He looked up. “Promise?” “Promise.” “I think I’ll need a lot of practice, Patrick.” I assured him that I would be happy to make time for him, and that I thought I was probably speaking for eight others as well.” “Mmm,” was all he said. What happened in Stateroom X clearly stayed in Stateroom X. That worked for me. Jack reached down and, finding my cock still hard, did with his right hand what was required. My third and his fourth were obtained in a way that he had not experienced with anyone other than Ade. A good old-fashioned (and, given that we’d already come four times between us, long-lasting) 69 session. He was on top and his arse got plenty of treatment as well. After about ten minutes I broke off long enough to remind him that when he came he was to do so exactly where he was, and that I expected the same treatment. “You bet, Patrick. Cum-swallowing time – here we come!” and he resumed a pretty skilful performance. As I expected, he came first, and while the quantity was pretty sparse what there was tasted nice. I knew he wasn’t going to make me come like that, so I whispered that he should disengage which I wanked myself. “Will I do it in your mouth?” “You bloody bet you will.” So that was agreed, and I did, warning him that but a few seconds would elapse before all I had to offer was his to enjoy. His lips were round my cock when it blasted a good three or four ropes – far more than I normally come on the third occasion, not that there were many of those at my age. The power of a 14-year-old is greater than he knows. ***** After they had gone, kissed mightily and full of promises to return soon, Charlie and I lay down and had a cuddle. Each of us reeked of an afternoon’s activity. After a while Charlie turned to me. “I think something very interesting may be happening,” he said, “but I’m not going to say more until I’m more sure.” “You bastard,” I said, but I knew that Charlie liked to be sure of his secrets, and I’d long ago learned that I’d have to be patient. “How long will I have to wait?” “Oh, only a few days, I think.” and that was that. He would say no more. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 153 as we go further south round Cape Horn. The story is, of course, fiction, but the photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real, as are the details of the final voyage. I first saw the boys 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 them 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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