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Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 150 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 150 Our merry hijinks at the Deck 9 pool that morning put another pool in my mind as the four of us relaxed after the first round of bedtime jollification. When I shared my moment of illumination Charlie was eager. Colin asked what was special about the pool. Charlie explained that it was a sacred place, and when ordinary passengers were no longer admitted (“he means after it closes at 2100,” I added helpfully) it became enchanted, and fauns and satyrs were to be seen therein. “What tosh, Charlie,” said Felix, “what do you mean?” “Charlie means that it was where he and I first had sex, and to commemorate that event it’s where we whores and the crew members who fucked us used to meet for all kinds of watery fun. “You mean piss,” said Colin. “Yes,” said Charlie, “but a whole lot else as well.” Ten minutes later, when colourful descriptions of the various activities practised over the years in that sacred place had been given, there were two new disciples willing to worship there. I thought it likely that when out two disciples discussed matters with their colleagues we would have a greater number of fauns for the several satyrs. “Tomorrow night,” our bedfellows insisted. I promised to fix things with Larry. Meanwhile we had recovered enough energy for further action with Colin and Felix. “I want you to fuck me, Patrick,” said Felix, “and Charlie has to fuck Colin.” Since neither of us had fucked to boy suggested before this was unlikely to prove unpopular. “That way we’ll all complete the circle,” said Colin. “Hardly,” I said, “neither of us has fucked us. You do fuck, I suppose?” Felix grinned. “Oh yes, Patrick, but we’ve been told to wait until you suggested it.” This wasn’t good news – James seemed to be pulling more strings than was comfortable. “Are there any other little hidden things you’ve been told to keep from us?” I asked. It was Colin’s turn to grin and look angelic. “No, just fucking you. Mr Corrigan felt we shouldn’t be too forward.” This was ridiculous: we were nine former whores who had made substantial sums of money by being forward. “I think we should all agree that whatever James has told you should be taken with a pinch of salt,” I said. “We’re the ones you’re spending time with, so no more secrets, OK?” They both nodded. “The Rule always was, and as far as we’re concerned still is, that nothing’s off limits, and that includes you begging to be fucked. If A wants something and B’s happy then that’s that.” Felix and Colin exchanged a glance, as a result of which Felix assumed the role of spokesman. “In that case we want each of you to fuck us. And since we’re going to be with you for four weeks then each of you can fuck us in as many different ways you can think of. And if A fucks B in a certain way then B gets to fuck A the same way.” “Agreed,” said Charlie, “so long as it doesn’t have to be immediately. Patrick and I need at least 15 minutes to get our breath back.” This considerable under-estimate brought, as Charlie had expected, amused laughter to the two boys. “You two are in charge,” said Felix, and the matter was settled. “Very well,” I said, “the first thing is me getting to grips with you, Felix, and then you can have your wicked way with me later.” Felix purred happily and rubbed his sexy hair on my belly. His mouth, being in the neighbourhood, did nice things too. Charlie and Colin moved across the bed to do whatever ataköy escort nice things the hot night led them to. I was too busy to notice. The nice things that Felix was doing led inevitably to my being deep-throated again, but I allowed my cock to remain in his throat for a few seconds before gently drawing his head back and pulling his mouth to mine. “I love it when you do that,” I whispered, “but tonight I don’t want too much.” Felix nodded. “I want it up me as much as you do, Patrick,” he murmured. “Word’s got round that being fucked by Patrick is a treat well worth waiting for.” With encouragement like that I knew I had to give him something memorable. I’ve described it often enough for you to need the details again, but if I tell you that over an hour passed between my first touching my tongue on his body and when I finally erupted deep inside him and collapsed into the ocean of his two cums on his belly, you’ll be able to picture it all. I rolled off after a few minutes and lay on my back, exhausted and happy. Felix lay across me, his cummy belly on mine. I held his arse, soft, warm and gently leaking onto my leg. A wicked fairy put into my head the idea of rubbing the tip of my finger in the wetness and running it round his arse lips, still puffy from the vigour of the last few minutes of our fuck. “Mmm,” he muttered, “I thought I couldn’t stand any more, but that’s really nice.” There was no way I could fuck him again, but my tongue hadn’t been busy for the last hour. “Turn round, then, and let me kiss it better.” He chuckled – always a sexy sound from a naked boy in bed – and wriggled on me so that his knees were by my armpits and his arse – his gorgeous full-of-spunk arse – was about three inches from my face: my eyes, my lips, my tongue. I resumed work, but this time with my lips rather than my finger. “Oh fuck, Patrick.” It wasn’t the kind of rimming that was going to lead to another orgasm, but it was wonderful for both of us – restful, tender, putting the finishing touches on nearly 90 minutes of non-stop sensory overload. When I tapped his hips and whispered he turned round and we cuddled. He was asleep within a couple of minutes. I looked across to where Charlie was lying. Colin’s head was on his chest and Charlie was looking straight into my eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you be as tender with anyone before. Apart from me, that is. I’ve been watching and wondering how I came to be so lucky to have you to live with me and love me.” I smiled. “It’s a mystery, Charlie. Maybe it’s the same reason I have this gorgeous guy living with me.” Charlie snorted and blew me a kiss. “Goodnight, love,” I whispered. Two middle-aged men, each with a beautiful exhausted boy sleeping in his arms, quietly fell asleep thinking about the other, and, for the millionth time, wondering how the hell they got there. At breakfast the next morning – a feast rarely attended at the same time by all of us – the subject of the pool was raised. I was despatched to fix things with Larry. “Colin, you’d better come with me,” I said, “that way you can sort out any future visits.” Larry was in 905 – one of the best Staterooms on the ship. James and Bertie had entertained Tim and me to our first experience of lobster only a few feet away in 902. Larry must have clout. I noted he had a large double bed and although there was no sign of another occupant there had clearly been one. He welcomed us in. “What can I do for you, Patrick? No, let me guess. You want a swim.” “Guilty, but it’s not just me, and it’s not just a swim.” “No, I thought not. I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to ask though. Still, better late than never. Tonight?” I nodded. “OK. 2200?” I nodded. “Who’s coming?” “It’s up to you,” I said, “there’ll be nine of us and Colin thinks that all six of them will be there. I’m happy if you really old guys want to play – there’s enough flesh of all ages to keep everyone happy.” “I’ll ask the others,” merter escort he said. I explained that Colin was with me so that he knew Larry and where he was to be found. “He’ll make the arrangements with you in future if that’s OK,” I said. “Sure. You happy, Colin?” “Oh yes, Larry. I’m happy all right.” He paused, unsure whether he should go on. “Spit it out, Colin,” said Larry, “we’re all grown up. What do you want to say?” “I’ll say it for him, ” I said, “because I’m 99% sure he wants to know what I want to know. None of the six boys James has provided is unaccounted for. Your bed isn’t for solo occupation. You work at a boys’ school – and you got away with not giving us any details the other night – but you said you’d never been caught. That adds up to the idea that you fancy boys still, rather than men. So who are you fucking? Is that what you were itching to ask, Colin?” He nodded. Larry sighed. “This will take time. Why don’t the three of us go to the pool and we can get some coffee on the way. I’ll explain it all then.” A strange procession made its way to the coffee bar on the same deck as the pool: a man of 58, another of 46 and a boy of 16. Colin got three coffees and the three of us sat in a corner. Larry began his story. “I said the other night that I’ve been a sports coach at a boys’ boarding school in the Home Counties and spent over 20 years never getting caught. I’ve been bloody lucky, I suppose, but I wasn’t the only master with a soft spot for boys, and we looked out for each other. Don’t get me wrong – I never did anything with a boy who wasn’t as keen as I was for some extra tuition. You’ll both know that teenagers are very skilled in letting men know that their fancies match the men’s.” Colin and I both grinned, he in the present and I in the distant past. “You, of all people, Patrick, know how easily the message gets across. Anyway, my tastes are for the kind you and Charlie and the others were offering back in 1936. Phil and I were running the men’s arrangements for passengers, but my preference was always for you lot when it wasn’t business.” “That’s nice,” I said, fondly remembering many encounters over the years. Larry went on. “There hasn’t been a year since I joined the school in 1947 when I haven’t had at least one boy with whom I was having regular sex – sex that the boy initiated at least as often as I did. Once they got to about 16 my interest began to wane – not that the 16-year-old wasn’t attractive any more (far from it) – but that the nice pretty 14-year-old who showed an interest was even more attractive. As I’ve got older my tastes seem to be for younger boys. And as I said, I’ve never been caught, or even suspected as far as I know. Certainly the Headmaster has never dropped even a hint, and he’s certainly not one of us.” I said that I envied him in having a string of available willing boys, but that didn’t explain who was keeping him company on Queen Mary. “You’re taking a term’s leave of absence presumably?” “Yes and no, but I don’t have a boy with me,” said Larry. “It’s only half a term really and I am still on duty.” “How come?” said Colin, “what duty can you possibly have miles from the school?” “Work it out,” said Larry, “you have all the evidence you need. I’m on duty, my bed has signs that I’m not sleeping on my own, and I was pretty reticent when we were all telling our stories in the Mauretania Room, and I still haven’t been caught.” “Except by us,” I said, for I had just worked it out. “You must have a pupil with you, but you said you don’t have a boy … wait a minute -” (my eyes lit up) “- you’ve got two boys with you, haven’t you?” Larry grinned. “You haven’t got any less sharp as old age has crept up on you, Patrick. You’re right. Jack is the 14-year-old son of someone with pulling power – not a high-up in Cunard, but still someone who could ask for and get a place on this voyage for his boy. His father insisted that he was allowed to take bahçeşehir escort a friend, and the friend he chose is Adrian, who goes to a different school. My Headmaster is one of those people who always likes to accommodate influential parents, and when the father mentioned the trip earlier this year it all fell neatly into place. The Headmaster knew I would be taking half of the term as unpaid leave, and he begged me to agree to look after the boys. ‘His father’s demanding that he goes on Queen Mary with his friend, but I can’t let a boy his age travel unaccompanied, and God knows what might befall two boys that age. Will you look after them, and forget the unpaid part of your leave?’ he said. Jack wasn’t on my radar at the time, but when I knew that he would be on the same voyage it made sense to find out more about him. Needless to say Jack was as keen to get to know me as I was to get to know him. And I repeat, I haven’t been caught.” “How did you meet Adrian?” I asked. “I’d been contacted by Cunard over a year ago, as I assume you were, so I knew all about it and last December I told the Headmaster. Jack’s invitation came soon after the turn of the year, and by the end of that term Jack and I were regular sinners. He made damn sure that he and Adrian came to see me in the Easter holidays, and he’s obviously told Adrian all about what we got up to. Adrian and Jack had been wank buddies for years by then, so Adrian’s interest in me was pretty much the same as mine in him.” “And you’ve been in clover ever since?” Larry grinned. “Yes, but so have they, don’t forget.” “When do we meet them?” I said, “you can’t keep randy 14-year-olds all to yourself.” “You’ve already met them – well, not met, exactly. Tim tipped Jack into King Neptune’s pool and you tipped Adrian.” I thought hard. There had been four boys tipped in – the 8-year-old, one of around 11 and two older ones. “Why don’t I talk to Jack and see how keen they are to forgive the walruses for what happened.” “You do that,” I said, “and I’ll speak to the other walrus as well. From the sound of things Jack and Adrian are players.” Larry gave me an old-fashioned look. “Be in your Stateroom after lunch – say 1400.” I nodded, “just walruses.” Colin didn’t look too pleased. “Be patient, Colin,” I said after we left Larry, “I’m sure they’ll want to play with your lot as well. I found Tim and dragged him into a corner of a bar. “You remember the two teenagers we tipped in?” “Yes, they looked cute – just like us all those years ago – why?” “They’re coming to visit us at 1400 with Larry. They’re sharing a Stateroom with him.” Tim whistled. “No wonder he said so little the other night. Do you think James knows?” “James knows everything, but I imagine he doesn’t want to be seen to know on this occasion. Jack’s father pulled strings to get the boy on board for the trip of a lifetime and he’s brought a friend with him. Jack’s at Larry’s school and Larry’s been inside Jack’s trousers for some months. Jack and the other boy, Adrian, are, according to Larry, very happy with the arrangement.” “And we are to meet these boys after lunch?” I nodded. “But let’s keep this to ourselves, at least until after we’ve met them. They’re Larry’s little angels, and nothing to do with James’s generous arrangements.” “What about Charlie?” “I’ll get George to involve him in something – don’t worry, it’ll be all right.” I knew that Charlie would understand when I told him what was happening after we’d met Jack and Adrian, whether they were going to form part of our group of friends or not. No secrets, after all. I was very hopeful, and lunch couldn’t come quickly enough. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 151 as we sail on. 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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