Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2018 08:44:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys

Queen Mary Bell-boys by badboi666

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If sex with boys isn't your thing, go away.  If, as is much more likely,
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Chapter 102

The next time we got to New York we were all excited about the orgy.  We
old types knew what was going to happen, and our excitement wasn't the same
as the 15-year-olds, all of whom had been keenly pestering the rest of us
to learn what it would all be about.  By the time we docked most of them
had some idea, but I was pretty sure that there would still be some
surprises.  At our 0915 that morning Sir had again congratulated us on the
amount of money we'd taken.  It was the second highest on any crossing,
only $40 or so less than we'd taken a few weeks earlier.  "The passengers
will all be off by 1100 and no new passengers will be boarding until 1400
tomorrow.  That's an hour or two later than usual because of the
inspection.  You won't be involved in that, but you must keep out of the
way of the people who are doing it."  He explained that there was a new
American rule that all the dining rooms, galleys and food storage places
had to be inspected.  The inspectors would board at 1130 and work through
till 1900.  They would come back on again at 0800 the next day and be off
the ship by 1300.  "I don't know where they will be, but Charlie will know.
He'll be busy with the inspection as after everything's been certified it
will all have to be put back ready for passengers.  God knows how they're
going to prepare any food, but that's not my problem."  Tim, who probably
knew more than Sir did, asked what would happen about food for the crew.
"You'll still get fed, but the canteen won't be open as it usually is.
They'll tell you the times when you have lunch - and that will be at 1200
today, so don't be late."

We were about to go when he stopped us.  "Catering will be available at
your function tonight.  Enjoy it - you've earned some time to celebrate."
Tim and I grinned: nothing Sir said was a surprise any more.  Ryan must
have told him we were putting the night without passengers - or inspectors
- to good use.  The other six were alarmed.  When we got out George said,
"doesn't he mind?"  "No," said Tim, "why should he?  He knows a lot more
than he lets on.  He knows what will be happening - well, not exactly, but
he'll have a pretty good idea.  There's no clients to worry about; we've
done our smiling and looking nice so that they tip us; lunch isn't for over
two hours.  Most 15-year-olds I know would be finding time for some fun
with each other.  My advice is that you don't.  Keep it in until tonight.
It will be worth it, I promise."  I nodded, "he's right.  Pretend you're
all innocent for 12 hours.  I can guarantee that our guests will enjoy
themselves - and you - all the more."  Six smiles greeted this.  They were
accustomed to a "no wanking" rule if they had a client the next day, so our
injunction wasn't new.

Lunch was boisterous.  They told us we had to be out by 1230 and that the
evening meal would be 1930 to 2030.  The canteen would be closed between
these times and they hoped it would have its inspection that day so that
normal mealtimes could start again the next day.  While we were eating an
announcement came that any crew member who wanted to go ashore could
collect a shore pass from the Purser's Office.  My lot were thrilled with
this, so they, Tim and I went down to get them.  We had to be back on board
by 1800.  I went to Sir and got $200.  "Make sure they don't get lost,
Patrick."  Charlie was busy with the inspection; Sam was always busy on
port days; the As were nowhere to be found - perhaps they were setting the
pool up for the night's excitements.  So there were just eight of us
setting forth onto US soil.

I looked in to the little ring shop to say hello to the man who'd sold
Charlie and me our rings two years earlier.  He remembered me and asked how
"your boyfriend" was.  I said that everything was wonderful and he gave me
a hug.  "And are all these with you - Patrick, isn't it?"  I introduced
them all.  "Who wants to buy a ring?" I said, "this is the best place in
the whole of New York.  His rings last a lifetime."  I hadn't really
expected that any of them would jump at the idea, but the six of them had
obviously seen our rings over the weeks. Being in the shop where they'd
been bought made Javid and Nigel whisper together, and they bought a pair.
I insisted on paying.  "Charlie and I haven't forgotten your generosity."
Graham and Prince weren't going to be left out, so four rings adorned four
hands when we left the shop.

"Before you ask, you two," said Vincent, "we decided we wanted tattoos.
Where's the shop?"  Tim said that it was nearby and an hour later George
and Vincent had been adorned for posterity.  The little bar that had been
dark and welcoming to a pair of boys newly in love in 1936 was still dark
and still welcoming in 1938.  The barman - a bear of a man and as queer as
a coot - was delighted to see so much under-age talent walk in.  I
remembered the form from last time and herded them all into a dark corner.
No point in frightening the horses, after all.  Eight bottles of strange
American beer appeared and $20 went into the bear's paw.  "Off the Queen,
are you, guys?"  I nodded.  "We're only allowed on shore until 6," I said
(it was then around 1615).  "That's not for a long time," he said, and sat
down, squeezing next to Tim.  I looked around: there was no-one else in the
place.  Tim had reached the same conclusion and five seconds later, when he
placed his hand on the bear's crutch, the bear jumped.  Tim grinned at him.

"I think we all know where this is going to end up," he said, "but seven of
us are under an oath of chastity.  We have a big bet that seven of us can't
jizz for a week.  If you can guess which of us isn't in the bet you and he
can get to know each other for ten minutes."  The bear had a good look at
each of the fine specimens of under-age but definitely in-reach and equally
clearly on-offer teenage flesh sitting looking back at him.  I just hoped
he wouldn't choose Prince - I wasn't 100% sure that he was completely fit
for sex with a total stranger yet.  After all, I hadn't visited the bear in
his stateroom to agree the ground rules.  Tim had laid a beautiful trap.
We all knew that whoever the bear picked would be the one excluded from the
oath of chastity.  The bear might or might not have worked this out, but
what difference did it make?

The bear pointed to Vincent. "That one."  "Wow! you're lucky," said
Vincent, "and so am I.  I lost my part in the bet yesterday when I let one
of the stokers suck me off.  It cost me $10 but I lost a whole load of
jizz.  Can I suck yours?"  The bear rose and beckoned Vincent to follow.
"Ten minutes, V," said George.  The two of them disappeared through a
curtain behind the bar, and a few seconds later another guy appeared and
set about polishing the bar top and studiously ignoring the lot of us.
Although he looked fun to play with it didn't seem a good idea to try to
fuck around with the entire staff, so the rest of us just sat quietly with
our beer, wondering what Vincent would tell us when we got back on the
street.  When Vincent came back he looked very pleased.  He finished his
beer and we all left the bar.  The bear hadn't reappeared.  "Well?" said
George.  "It turned out he wanted to suck mine," said Vincent happily, "and
he made a bloody good job of it, I can tell you.  Two fingers up my arse
too.  Very nice."  "So you lost even more jizz then," said George, a trifle
wistfully.  Vincent punched his arm playfully.  "Still plenty for you
though, don't worry."

We were back on board in time, and at 1930 eight hungry teenagers were at
the front of the queue to be served.  The meal was soon down us.  We had a
while to wait before the fun started and for once there was nothing to do.
Nobody could be bothered playing cads, so most of us went up on deck and
just looked at life going on around us.  New York never seemed to stop, and
although the pier was eerily bereft of passengers there were still plenty
of people busily doing things.  No doubt some of them were part of the
inspection.


Eventually the sun sank below the Jersey shore and excitement began to
mount.  By 2200 we were all waiting outside the pool - it was still locked
and several of the men were there too.  At last there was a click and the
doors opened.  Larry and the As were inside.  "Come in, gentlemen, your
pleasure awaits you," said Larry with a mock bow.  When we got in we saw
that Ryan and Charlie had been busy - tables had been set up with drink and
snacks - lots of beer and soft drinks as well as wine.  I knew that piss
would be high on the agenda of many of us, men as well as boys, but some of
the men not into piss would probably be where the wine was aimed.

My lot, even though they were excited by what was going to happen, were
somewhat reticent about meeting so many men they didn't know, so Tim and I
set about introducing everybody.  Larry and Ryan were familiar faces, as
were more recent acquaintances Jack and Robin.  Francis and James were new,
as was Phil to some of them.  When Will came forward there were looks of
great surprise - hadn't he been on the Bridge when they had visited?  It
was Sam who explained - presumably because Will had told him to - that at
gatherings of this kind there was no distinction between officers and other
crew members, nor between men and boys.  "All the men play by the same
rules we have: anything's fine provided both parties agree."  Larry pointed
out the three rooms.  "Food and drink in here, and the lockers for your
clothes are over there, the pool's through there, the sling's in that room
and that where you can get wet, and in there are mats and so on for - well,
you know what happens on mats.  We have four hours, so let's get on with
it.  Oh, one last thing, no drink unless you're naked."  Six bell boys, two
bell captains, four former bell boys and eight men all had a drink in their
hand a mere three minutes later.  My lot were all as hard as nails; we
older hands were still softish.  I looked around.  If the As regarded
themselves as men now then there were ten men and eight boys - a good
mixture as the men would need more recovery time than bell boys (or their
captains).

Prince and Javid were inevitably the main focus - they were exotic fruit
and as each of them had big hard cocks there was no doubt in anybody's mind
that many of the men would be sampling whatever delights were on offer.
Ryan made the first move.  "Come on, Prince, we all know you've been in the
wars.  Show me you're as good as you were at your training," and taking
Prince by the hand he led him to the mats.  The ice was broken, and they
were soon joined by Larry with Vincent, Jack with Javid, Robin with Graham,
Francis with Nigel, and Phil with George.  All six of the bell boys were
about to set the ball (or balls) rolling.  I was standing by Will, my
second beer in my hand.  "How are your new ones settling in?" he asked.
"Very well, I said, "they picked everything up very quickly, and apart from
Prince's misfortune it's all gone without a hitch."  "Is he OK now?"  I
wondered how much Will knew.  "Everything, Patrick. Our wider circle
doesn't have any secrets."  "What worried me, once we'd got him back and
his injuries were on the mend, is that he was raped when he was 12, and
that what happened being raped again at 15 might not only have put him off
wanting to be fucked by clients, but wanting to stay on Queen Mary.."  "You
said `worried', nor `worries'.  What makes you sure he's still up for it?"
"Graham.  Hasn't Sam told you?  We're all couples now.  Prince and Graham,
Javid and Nigel - they're new since joining the ship.  George and Vincent
were boyfriends already.  It's all very cosy."  Will put his arm round me.
"You're good for them, Patrick.  They're a good team, and you and Tim have
done - are doing - a good job."  He drank his beer.  "I need another of
these, and in ten minutes or so I plan to get up in that sling and let you
do your worst."  I grinned.  "Only too happy, Will."

We soon had a few of the others watching.  The bell boys were all there, as
were Francis and James.  None of the boys had seen a sling before so Tim,
who had just appeared with Sam, encouraged them to have a close look.  "You
can join in, you know - it's not like a stage performance."  Within seconds
all six of them were gathered round.  "OK, Will, we're stuck now, we'll
just have to go through with this," I said, and proceeded to insert a
couple of fingers.  "I don't need fingers this time," he said, "I need your
cock, and we both know what I want you to do once it's inside me."  "And
you want these children to witness such depravity?"  Before Will could
answer the children spoke for him.  Depravity was what was wanted.  That
meant that at least eight of us wanted me to get on with it.  Will was
thoroughly greased and my cock slid in all the way.  Will's cock, long and
thin, was hard up against his belly.  I heard someone whispering to Tim and
his reply "yes, I've told you."

Vincent stepped forward and took Will's cock into his mouth.  Will smiled.
"That's nice, Vincent."  Vincent, whom I knew to be a highly skilled cock
sucker, proceeded to get all of Will's cock in his throat - it must have
been a good nine inches at least.  Will couldn't believe what was
happening, and the other men were equally astonished.  I assumed that Sam
and Prince must have had the benefit of throat fun with Vincent because
neither of them seemed surprised.  We boys were giving our elders plenty to
think about, because I pushed a further half inch into Will and started to
piss.  Will's brain was having to cope with exciting sensations from two
different places, and it wasn't able to produce coherent speech at the same
time.  A succession of moans and encouraging cries of `yes' were all that
emerged - all, that is until piss burst from his arse (mine) and spunk
burst from his cock (his).

Vincent was holding Will's balls as they shot deep down his throat, and he
stayed with Will's cock in his mouth while he milked the last few drops.
Meanwhile I was still pissing.  I heard someone whisper "can I piss on
them?" and Tim's reply, "oh, for God's sake."  "You can take that as a
`yes' whoever you are," I said.  Nigel it was who stepped forward and
tugged Vincent's arm.  "My turn," he said, and aimed his cock at Will's
balls.  I grinned.  "Go on, he loves it."  I'd finished pissing by this
time, so I started to fuck vigorously with the usual result that piss was
pumped out of Will each time I pushed in.  Nigel kept up a good hot stream
and Will remained pretty incoherent.  "Where ... do you ... aaah! ... find
these ... treasures, Patrick?"  I didn't think he was expecting a reply.

Five minutes later I had come inside him and it was my turn in the sling.
I beckoned to Phil.  "Come on, you and I are the team captains, so I want
first crack at you."  Phil said that he would be honoured, and he spent
over twenty minutes honouring me.  Twenty minutes during which I was fucked
by him and pissed on by Graham and Javid.  Charlie stood behind my head and
stroked me while all this was happening.  His touch, though completely
non-sexual, was still highly charged.  My face, my chest, my belly, my
arse, my insides - all were being subjected to intense nerve stimulation.
For some reason I was nowhere near coming, so I just relaxed and let things
go where they would.  I felt Phil get close and as his cock swelled I felt
pulse after pulse of cum coating my insides, hot and urgent.  He stayed in
for a while, and I was hoping he'd piss up there, but Phil isn't into piss.
One day, perhaps, but not tonight.

I got out of the sling and stood under the shower.  It would have been nice
to jump into the pool, but with passengers boarding the next day it
wouldn't have been clever to have piss and spunk floating around in the
water.  After showering I went to get something to eat.  Prince and Sam
were in there.  "What are you two plotting?"  "As we've got the biggest
cocks we thought we'd do something to impress the men."  I asked what they
had in mind, but was told to wait and see.  Tim appeared to get some more
beer, and I cornered him.  "Sam and Prince have something planned to show
off their mighty cocks.  Shall we do something to entertain them later on?"
He agreed and we decided what we'd do.  "Let's do it at midnight, and make
it a performance they'll all remember."

Midnight was still over an hour away, and Tim and I had to make sure we
didn't come again before then.  As audience members we watched the As have
a foursome on the mat with James and Robin, followed by Jack and Javid
69ing.  Charlie got in the sling and Ryan fucked him.  I should have
guessed what Prince and Sam had planned because I'd had the best seat when
Vincent deep-throated Will.  The two of them were on their backs on the mat
and Vincent deep-throated both of them, alternating from one to the other.
It was an extraordinary sight, and I guessed that Vincent was no stranger
to depp-throating with these two.  Prince groaned, "nearly" so Vincent
disengaged his mouth and wanked Prince hard, producing a pearly arc going
at least a foot in the air.  Sam wasn't long behind.  When they'd finished
coming George scurried over to make sure that the generous offerings were
not left to dry.

By then it was around 2355.  I announced that the Queen Mary Bell Captains
would celebrate midsummer, albeit a week or two early, with a fertility
rite at midnight, so they should all get something to eat and drink and
repair to the sling area where the fun would soon start.


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The fun continues in Chapter 103 as our fertility performance takes place.
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.
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