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Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 164 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 164 Two days – two nights, rather – with the two of them made it clear (to us, if not to them) that one was about the upper limit of what we could cope with for any length of time. It had been different on Queen Mary when all we had to do between bouts of satisfying (or being satisfied by) adolescent males was eat and drink. Here in Aylesbury there was work to be done, a living to be earned, clients to feed. All taking their toll on two former bell boys well past their prime. For some reason Arthur popped into my mind – were Charlie and I on the first steps leading towards his rather pitiful position? Surely not. Ade went away after two energetic days and two energetic nights. Kevin remarked after he’d gone that he’d forgotten how buzzed up 14-year-olds were. “Was I like that?” “Yes, dear, and we loved every second,” said his mentor. Kevin grinned, “so did I … still do, actually.” We didn’t see Ade again until Easter ***** At the beginning on April George came for the weekend. He had much progress to report. He had a buyer for the Canterbury house and an agreed moving date of 1 May, two weeks after Easter. He’d found a house in Milton Keynes and was able to put over �10,000 in the bank. That would pay for a few exotic holidays, I thought. He’d been for a job interview at the nearby school in February and was astonished to receive a letter only two days later appointing him. “They must be desperate to recruit staff,” he said. Term would start a week before he could move into his – their – new house, so he fixed up to stay in a local hotel. No doubt the �10,000 could stand the damage. Kevin wanted to be with George as soon as he could, reasonably enough, so it was agreed that he would leave us on the Wednesday before Easter – 10 April. Ade would leave school a few days before and would come to Aylesbury for good the day before Kevin was due to leave. Charlie and I thought it likely that if the two boys had only one night in the same bed that our participation would not be expected to be very great. Naturally Kevin and George cosied themselves in the small bedroom. They didn’t emerge until well after 9 the next morning. We weren’t surprised that the two of them, when they finally surfaced, were more excited about their new life together, and the move to Milton Keynes. George did his best to be sober and sensible, but it was an uphill struggle. Kevin was rather sweet really – he’d been very affectionate with us at appropriate times, but had never shown to us – never been moved to show – the intense feeling he had for George. Charlie and I were in the office after a late breakfast. “Do you remember when we were like that?” I said. “Aren’t we still?” “No, of course not. You and I know all there is to know about each other, and what I see with those two is what we were like on the first few crossings. Every hour of every day we found something new, something fascinating, that made us love each other even more. And quite a lot of those new and fascinating things had nothing to do with being in bed together.” “Or in a swimming pool.” I leant over and kissed him. “Do you think we’ll still feel like this when we’re 90?” “I hope so, Patrick. It would ataköy escort be very sad if we didn’t.” Kevin had a distinctly end-of-term feeling about him, and the week or so between George going and Ade arriving didn’t add greatly to his kitchen experiences. The same had to be said for his bedroom experiences, although Charlie and I were both keen (as was Kevin) to make sure that when he left he did so with considerable practice and a high level of skill. I’m not sure that anything new took place, but there was a week of intense revision, enjoyed by all participants. As we’d expected, when Ade arrived Kevin made it quite plain that his final night in Aylesbury would be spent not with us but in making sure that Ade was fully equipped for the rigours about to befall him. “You just want to fuck the poor boy senseless,” I said. Kevin nodded. “That’s what he’s asked me to do, and I must just struggle to comply. After all, I’m the last person he can turn to before he has to face Charlie in the kitchen and you in the office.” “Be brave then, Kevin, face your duty like a man.” He grinned, “or a boy. He’s very cute, isn’t he.” We had a fairly full house that night – 14 covers – and Charlie and he were kept busy. Ade would only have got under their feet on a difficult night, so I took him into the office and talked generally about the business – how it worked, who did what, all that kind of stuff. He knew much of it from his time earlier in the year, but I went into more detail now. “Can I ask you something, Patrick?” “The answer to that is always the same, Ade, yes you can. You’re here to learn, after all.” “Well, it’s not about the learning. It’s about … it’s about upstairs.” It was the first time I’d heard him be reticent about sex. What could his problem be? “What happens if Charlie has to give me a row about something? I’m bound to cock something up and he’ll yell at me.” I told him that he was right – he would get things wrong, but that Charlie would never get cross and yell. “It’s not his way. I might, but you won’t be under my feet all day. But even if he did, what difference would it make? On this floor we are all working. Sometimes the three of us will relax in here, but we’re still teaching you and you’re still learning. Upstairs it’s different. We’ve had plenty of boys before and there’s always been an understanding that when they – you, we – climb the stairs all the daytime worries get left downstairs.” He took this in. “And it’s always worked?” I nodded. “If you need to moan to me about Charlie, come and moan. I’ve no doubt that if you need to moan about me Charlie will be a sympathetic ear. But upstairs there’s no moaning.” “Even if I’m about to cum?” The conversation was clearly over. It would be a few years before we let him loose in the wine cellar but I took him down and showed him around. “I’m really excited about being here, Patrick,” he said quietly, “tomorrow is the start of being … grown up, I suppose.” It was my turn to grin. “You’ll grow up in your own good time, Kevin, and don’t forget that as far as upstairs is concerned your being grown up is not the reason you’re here.” I couldn’t see his grin, but I could sense it in the cool dark of the cellar. “Tonight I understand Kevin is to have unfettered access, so make the most of it.” He turned to me and gently kissed my lips. “I’m so happy, Patrick.” I kissed him equally chastely. “So are we, Ade. This is your home now.” The restaurant is a fairly old building, and the walls are solid. Even so Charlie and I were aware of two teenagers in the adjoining bedroom making the most of the one night they would have together. We smiled. “Were we like that?” “Of course. Still could be.” “Yes, but not that often.” “No, but for a lot merter escort longer each time.” We found that when put to it our lovemaking was as joyful to us as next door’s sounded. But only once. Got to keep something in reserve for Ade tomorrow, as Charlie put it when we cuddled before falling asleep. At 8 the next morning I put my head round the door. Kevin was still in bed but Ade was standing at the window looking out. Naked, slim, erect. The next few years would be good. ***** Ade proved to be a good learner. Charlie told me after about a fortnight that he had a natural flair for cooking. “He had a strong imagination.” I asked him what he meant. “Well, he asks intelligent questions about various ingredients – not the basic stuff, but the more subtle things. Why does such-and-such a herb go with such-and-such meat, that kind of thing. I can’t always answer.” “Does that worry you?” “Good God, no, that’s how creativity works. Some chef, or some apprentice, it doesn’t matter, thinks it might be fun to add some of this to some of that and see what it’s like. Most of the time it doesn’t work – if it did someone would have tried it donkey’s years ago – but just occasionally the mixture works. Maybe a bit less or a bit more. Maybe a bit of this needs some of these as well. It’s all trial and error. We have three recipes which I don’t think anyone else has, and our regulars order them again. Not every time, but you keep a note of every serving and who ordered it, so you know that it works.” It was true. Ever since we started Charlie has insisted on meticulous record-keeping about everything from soups to cheese preferences (and I’ve done the same with drinks). Our regulars don’t always eat the same, but they like to be told that their favourite dish is available. “And Ade’s picking this up?” “He will be as good as I am one day – probably better.” I was rather startled that Charlie was able to form such a view after such a short time. Startled, but pleased. Until then all our boys had left after three years or so. If Ade was potentially as good as Charlie was saying he might stay without the need to go to college. Still, all that was well into the future. Ade was still only 15, and as you know, boys of that age have attractions beyond those they demonstrate in the kitchen. Ade was extremely proficient upstairs too. On Queen Mary and back here he hadn’t fucked anyone except Kevin. “Now I work here,” he had said the night after George and Kevin had sailed away to Paradise together, “I want to learn a whole raft of new things, and not just in the kitchen.” Charlie and I solemnly assented to this new Ade’s wishes. “You know the rule,” I said, “upstairs if you want something you do it. If the other person says ‘no’, that’s it.” “I understand, Patrick, and what I want to do is open my mind and, yes, my arse too, to stop you saying it, to all kinds of stuff that you two know far more about. So far each of you has fucked me, and I’ve loved every minute. I want to learn how to fuck properly. When I fucked Kevin it was all over in a flash. I want to be able to fuck for as long as you last when you fuck me. Can we start tonight?” I smiled. The next few years were going to be as lively as they had been while we spent them with Kevin. “I think we’ll keep this one, Charlie. Come on, the two of you – bed.” Once the three of us were in bed – Ade naturally between Charlie and me – it became clear what Ade wanted. “I love being fucked by both of you and I want to be fucked by both of you tonight. I want to learn, as I said. Patrick, will you teach me?” “No, but I’ll show you. That means you fuck Charlie. Why don’t you let him fuck you first – that’ll get you all horny.” Ade lifted the bedclothes, allowing us to bahçeşehir escort see clearly that he was horny already. His 6 inches were anxious to see action. I smiled, remembering how my cock had been so responsive at his age. “No,” said Ade, “every time either of you has fucked me I bloody well cum while you’re still up there, long before you fill me. If Charlie fucks me I won’t be able to fuck him for half an hour.” I took leave to doubt his somewhat pessimistic idea of how long it would take a healthy 15-year-oldwith the prospect of his first fuck to get it up again, but I said nothing. Experience would show which of us was right. “Come on then,” I said, “on all fours, Charlie.” Ade knew exactly what was required of him, having been in the receiving end of Charlie’s rimming on several occasions. I let him get on with it, noting that he had memorised accurately. “I’m ready, Ade,” said Charlie after a while, “get that fine cock where it wants to be.” Charlie, bless him, still has a vestigial trace of his Calvinist upbringing – he doesn’t talk dirty like some people. “What Charlie means, Ade, is that he can’t wait any longer to feel your fine cock ploughing its way into him. He wants to feel you pushing your teenage glory as far up as you can get it, then he wants to hear you pant as you fuck him as hard and fast as you can, your cock getting hotter and harder as your big heavy balls fire spunk out and your liquid boils up into his arse. That sort of thing.” Ade nodded. He touched his cock, foreskin retracted, to Charlie’s arse lips; they opened; Ade pushed gently. “Go on, Ade, he won’t break.” Ade shoved it all the way in; Charlie groaned; Ade looked worried. “Groaning’s good, Ade, any noise is good if it’s not a scream. Reach round and feel Charlie’s cock. If it’s hard you’re doing it right.” Ade reached round and felt. The signs were good. You don’t need a detailed description of the mechanics. Ade lasted a lot longer than he had when he fucked Kevin – nearly three minutes (which was two minutes longer than I’d been expecting. “Aaah! Aaah! Oh fuck, yes, yes, aaaaaaah!” Charlie said that he could feel Ade’s cock jerking as each jet of spunk was pumped out, “wow! Ade, you’ve cum buckets.” I don’t know how true this was, but Ade heard what he needed to hear. “Tomorrow you fuck me, Ade, and you’ll last five minutes.” Ade had a silly grin. “Yeah, that’ll be right, Patrick. In a month’s time I’ll be able to make it last an hour.” Dream on, kid, I thought. He deserved a reward. I fucked him. I didn’t last an hour, but it wasn’t far off. When I came (and he came twice) I looked down at him (he was on his back) and the large spread of cum plastering his belly and up to his chest. I looked at his eyes, bright and full of joy; I looked at his mouth, grinning, his tongue licking his lips in anticipation of the pleasurable duty of getting the last few drops from my cock; I looked at his chest, on the cusp of moving from a boy’s to a man’s; I saw a beautiful beautiful teenager sated with sexual delight. The idea that he would live with us, learning a trade – an art – by day and sharing our bed by night was deeply satisfying. I knew that Charlie would feel the same. Charlie, who had watched while I fucked the boy, Charlie who would fuck him tomorrow, Charlie who would teach him so much, Charlie whom I loved so much. What a piece of work is a boy! =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 165 as Ade settles in … and many years pass. 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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