Date: Tue, 11 Dec 2018 15:07:48 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 110 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. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 110 When the eight of us got together in Cabin 1 at 1715 before we went off for a beer I had much to tell them. When they heard that I'd made such productive contact they were all keen to meet my benefactors. "How should we do it?" said Sam, "one at a time?" While the idea of having all of them crawling over us was pleasing we agreed it made a lot more sense to have just one of them "at least until we know them better", as Charlie put it. Tim made me describe each of them closely so that, as he said "we know what we're getting." I gave them another description, but confessed that all I'd done was suck them off. However I made it clear that the idea of 'more boys' had been attractive to all of them, and that the opportunity to fuck us had been made clear. Graham said that he liked the idea of 10 different black inches up him, and that he wanted Duane top of the list. "Wouldn't you prefer to leave him till last?" teased Prince, "you get size every night, after all." "But the extra inch is the important one." Charlie suggested that we drew their names at random, and this was agreed. The order of batting was declared to be Aaron, Duane, Louis. "One a night for the next three nights?" I said, "starting tomorrow." Seven heads nodded. "OK, I'll sort it at the meal tomorrow." ***** The next day I'd prepared three notes. Apart from saying 'today', 'tomorrow' and 'the day after tomorrow' they were identical. "Meet me in the same rest room at 5.15. You can stay all night if you like" I knew they finished work at 5, but they were good workers, and I'd noticed that they finished the piece of work they were doing when the whistle went at knocking-off time. By 5.15 there were very few left, so one leaving to go off via the bog wasn't going to draw unwanted attention. That's what I hoped anyway. By the time the first meal shift arrived at midday I was ready with my gravy ladle and my notes. The first to appear, after about five minutes, was Louis. I doled out his gravy and slipped him the invitation for the day after tomorrow. Aaron was a few minutes later, and he grinned as I slipped him a note under his plate. I was pleased when he came back for more gravy, as he had done the day before. "This sure is tasty stuff, kid, and I'd like a lot more real soon." I took that to mean that my invitation was being accepted with some enthusiasm. Ten minutes later Louis passed on his way to collect dessert, and gave me a smile and a quick nod. Our engagement book was filling up nicely. At the second sitting Duane, tomorrow night's guest, received his invitation as the others had done, and returned for seconds as Aaron had done. As well as saying how much he was enjoying "this meaty juice" he slipped a note to me. I stuffed it in my pocket to read later, curious to see what he had to convey that couldn't have waited until our session at 5.15 the following afternoon. When I went off galley duty at 1400 I went to the cabin. Tim was next door and we read it together. It was to the point. "Kid, if your friends give head as well as you do then I can't wait to stay over. If any of you can take my 10 inches I'd like to make friends with him. Duane xx". "He sounds our kind of guy, as they say over here," said Tim, and I could not but agree. I told him that I'd given a note to all three and what that plan was. "Don't suck them off, will you. Leave them panting for the rest of us," said Javid. I assured him that the meeting place was merely that, and that our guests would be conveyed down to our quarters with their balls as full as they had been at knocking-off time. He grinned, "good. How should we play it?" "I don't know," I said, "I think we should just let whatever happens happen. We can't all sleep in here, not nine of us." "Why not?" said Nigel, "if you push the beds together there's room, just about, for three if they're all whacked, and I'm sure they will be. If you and I get one of the beds from cabin 3 we can make a proper orgy room. Come on". It wasn't easy, but after a struggle we manhandled a third bed into cabin 2. Our quarters were ready for a succession of gentleman callers. The afternoon passed slowly. Charlie and I spent most of it filling the enormous dish-washing machines, waiting for them to do the washing, emptying them and putting all the plates and cutlery away ready for tomorrow's onslaught. By the time that was done we were swabbing tables and by 1630 the whole place was clean and tidy. We went off duty. Sam spent most of his days slowly learning navigation, which turned out to be a lot harder than any of us had thought. Will had taken him under his wing, and Sam was proving a good pupil. He was very proud that the day before he had used a sextant for the first time (he had to tell us what it was, and what it did) and had found that Queen Mary was in fact four miles up the Hudson River. We laughed, but he told us that Will had been very pleased that his error had been so small. "You must practice each day at midday until your error is no more than half a mile," said Will, "but that's very good for a first attempt." Tim had spent his time doing whatever it was he was being taught to do in the engine room. It was good that he enjoyed learning a trade, but it wasn't terribly riveting for the rest of us, so the details of what he was up to were not normally vouchsafed to us. Nigel had solved the problem of learning about wireless by the simple expedient of knocking on the wireless room and explaining what he wanted. Sam hadn't yet had a word with Will, so Nigel decided to act on his own. When he told me what he'd done I was very impressed: his method of getting what he wanted matched mine - if you don't ask, you don't get. "What happened?" I asked. Nigel grinned. "There were three of them in there - an older man of about 35 who was in charge, and two younger ones. The older one - Herbert - made me tell them everything I knew about wireless. When I said I'd built a crystal set one of the others - they called him Spike, but that can't be his real name - asked me exactly what difficulties I'd had. It seemed strange to me, telling him about my problems like that, but when I'd finished he said I'd met the same problems he had met when he built a set as a boy, and what's more, I'd solved them the same way too," he said. "That must have pleased you." "Yeah. Then Herbert asked what I did on Queen Mary, so I told him that I'd been one of the bell boys, but I was only just 17, so wouldn't be able to join the navy yet. 'Pooh,' said the third one, 'you don't want to join them. You're much better off staying here.' 'So will you teach me to be a wireless operator,' I said, 'please?' 'What do you think, Herbert?' said Spike, 'he seems a bright kid.' Herbert thought a bit then he said, 'OK, I'll take you on for a month. We won't be leaving here in that time. If you're any good after a month, we'll see then. How does that sound, young man?' I said I couldn't be happier, and I remembered only just in time not to kiss them all." "Yes, that would have messed things up good and proper. Well done - I'm proud of you. I'll tell Sir when I report to him tomorrow." Sir had moved into his shore-based office three weeks before and he'd asked me to see him each morning at the ungodly hour of 0700. That way, he said, he would feel relaxed knowing about us before the work of the day started at 0730. By 1700 we were all keenly anticipating Aaron's joining us, and we all showered and put on clean clothes. (Our uniforms had been put into storage along with so many other things. They'd fitted us all out with stuff from some New York shop, so we were better dressed than we'd ever been before. Although they'd naturally equipped us with underwear we chose not to wear any while entertaining: some things didn't change.) At 1710 I went up to Deck 5 and went into the rest room. It was empty. A few minutes later Aaron came in. "Hi, kid," he said, "is this real?" I assured him it was very real. "There's eight of us, and we're all keen to get to know you," I said, "come on." I looked out and there was no-one in sight. Aaron and I took an elevator down to the lowest deck and I led him along the short corridor to our cabins. He was impressed at the size of the ship. Although he'd been working for ten days he'd only been on one deck, and the rest of the ship was new territory. I took him into cabin 1 where the other seven were waiting, and introduced him. "I'm Patrick, by the way. They know what we did yesterday, and we're all keen to play. If you want to stay all night I think we can provide enough holes for you to fill so that you'll have a memorable time." There was no way we could take Aaron, or any of the others, to our canteen, so Charlie and I had brought quantities of beer and food down to Cabin 3. We planned to play in Cabins 1 and 2. When Aaron and I got down the other seven were in our cabin waiting, still (for a change) in their everyday clothes. Charlie stood up and shook Aaron's hand. "Welcome to our den of vice, Aaron. I'm Charlie, Patrick's boyfriend, and we're looking forward to a night of sin with you." Aaron grinned, "likewise, Charlie. You Scotch?" Charlie acknowledged that it was so, correcting Aaron only to the extent that Scotch was a drink and he was Scottish. Charlie introduced the others. "Tim, as you can tell, is related to Patrick. He works in the engine room. His boyfriend Sam is on the Bridge learning navigation. Nigel has wangled himself into the radio room. His boyfriend Javid, Graham and his boyfriend Prince, and I are all in the galley feeding you lot. So now you know who we all are and what we do during the day." Aaron said "hi" to everyone and said that was great. "But what I don't know is what you all do during the night." "That," said Tim, "is what we're here to show you. There's eight of us, so that's eight arses and eight mouths. Nine of each if we include yours. The rule is that no-one does anything he doesn't want to, but that aside there's no limits. Patrick has told us that he sucked you off yesterday, and about Josh. That's all we know. So tell us what you like." Aaron smiled. "There's so much choice," he said. "As soon as I saw Patrick I fancied him, but I didn't think there was any chance of doing anything about it. He works on the ship and we're busy all day and we're only here for a few weeks. What chance was there? He was just a nice kid to look at in the food line. Then blow me if he doesn't come on to me, writing notes and all. I couldn't believe my luck." "Well, you know he gives a good blow job," said Javid, "what else do you want to do with him." I was keeping very quiet at this point. Aaron didn't hesitate. "I'm a top most of the time, so what I want is to fuck nice kids like you guys." "Black as well as white?" asked Prince quietly. "Of course. In New York most folk couldn't care less about color. And I'm Jewish, so I care even less than the goyim." Prince smiled. "That's good, Aaron, but I have to tell you that you don't get to fuck me unless I get to fuck you," and he slowly took off his clothes to reveal the sight with which we were so familiar: a muscled ebony hairless body with a very large erect uncut cock. "Like it, Aaron?" said Graham, "I love him and I'll lend him to you if you like." For a professed top Aaron was on his knees licking Prince's exposed cockhead with more enthusiasm that anyone expected. There seemed little point in keeping our clothes on, and we were soon as naked - and aroused - as Prince. Graham stood behind Prince fondling his arse cheeks and kissing his neck. Javid reached for Aaron's belt and undid the buckle. He undid the buttons and slipped his hand in to feel a large hot cock. Aaron stood up and wriggled out of his trousers revealing for the other seven what I had feasted my eyes on the day before. His shirt was soon off and all nine of us were as would remain until the next morning. "Take a good look, Aaron," said Sam, "choose what you want first. There's food and drink next door. No-one will come down here, so it's completely safe. Why not pick one of us to fuck." Aaron said that he wanted to make an informed choice, and that the best way of doing so would be to make an intimate examination of each of the eight cocks before him. The owners of the eight cocks smiled happily - this would be fun. We sat in couples side by side, two pairs on each bed. Aaron said that having started with Prince he would continue with him. He made Prince stand up. He gently rolled Prince's foreskin back. The four of us who had been in Ashokan remembered the curiosity which our "frills" had elicited in Jakey and Esau. I wondered what they were doing now, three years later. "We don't see many of these in the US," he said, "most of the guys I've been with are cut, even the non-Jews, but when guys are uncut their cocks are a whole lot tastier," and he proceeded to verify just how tasty Prince's cock was by licking the whole length of it, spending several seconds savouring the special taste of the moist glans, and the inevitable drops of precum his tongue had produced. With apparent reluctance he withdrew his lips, gently tugging Prince's foreskin back where it belonged with his lips. "You're good," murmured Prince. Graham enjoyed the same treatment. "You taste different." "Don't all of us?" I asked. I had probably tasted a lot more cocks than Aaron was likely to have done, and in my experience they were all different, just like their owners' faces or their fingerprints. "I suppose," said Aaron, busy slurping at Graham's cockhead. This was not the time for a scientific evaluation of whether different cocks tasted different: gathering the empirical data was far more pleasurable. Graham pulled back. "I don't want to cum yet," he said quietly. Nigel, then Javid, were the next to be sampled. Aaron spent longer with Javid. "Where are you from?" he said, "you sound like the rest of them - well, not Scottish Charlie, but the others." Javid said he was an English as "most of them" but that his family came originally from India. "That means, if you like, that I'm Indian, but not your kind of Indian." "Whatever you are, Javid, you have a magic cock and it tastes as good as it looks." "I'm curious," I said, "if you're a top and intend to fuck us, why are you so keen on examining our cocks?" Aaron laughed. "I like the scenery, Patrick, but it doesn't mean I don't like other scenery as well. Who says I'm not going to examine your cute little arses just as carefully?" I admit I liked his answer. Besides, I was first up on the second bed. "Well now, Patrick, you've had mine in your mouth, so it's my turn now." He was good, very good. I didn't believe he was as exclusive a top as he had said - maybe it was a macho thing with him. In those days, though it's hard to believe now, tops were seen (or saw themselves) as more masculine than bottoms. Some of them saw this as making them better in some way - a crazy idea if you think about it, because without a ready supply of bottoms where's a top going to stick his cock? Someone whose lips and tongue worked as well as Aaron's was giving as well as getting. "Does Josh fuck you?" Aaron looked up. "Yeah. How did you know? I let him now and again." I said quietly - his mouth was round my cock again - that we were professionals and knew a fair amount about our business. I pulled back. Like Graham I was nearer than I wanted to be. Charlie, Sam and Tim all submitted to Aaron's investigation. When all eight flavours had been tested Aaron stood up. "Thank you, gentlemen. Did you say there was beer? I have a great thirst after all that sucking." "Come on," said Charlie, and he led Aaron into Cabin 3 where the food and beer were stacked. We each had a bottle, swiftly swallowed, and we got a plateful to keep us going for at least an hour or two. "What do you mean you're all professionals?" "If we tell you you have to keep quiet about it," said Tim. "Do you seriously think I'm gonna blab about finding myself in the middle of eight sexy boys?" Tim smiled, "no, I guess not. While Queen Mary was crossing the Atlantic we and four others were available for passengers to fuck - male passengers, that is." "But you're all so young." "That," I said, "is the point. When Tim and I started we were 14, and you can guess how attractive the idea of fucking 14-year-olds was to some of the horny passengers." Aaron was startled. "Wow! And you made them pay, I suppose." "Oh yes. In three years I've made over $3000," said Tim, "and the rest have done pretty much the same." "I had no idea," said Aaron. "Just as well," said Sam, "we keep our work secret. Cunard - or the Admiralty now, I suppose - would fling us out straight away if they knew. That's why you have to keep your mouth shut." "Unless there's something nice in it," said Nigel, "come on, Aaron, who are you going to fuck first?" "You're all a lot younger than I am. I'm 22, and I reckon I can fuck three of you before I collapse. Before I choose, tell me this, Patrick - you seem to be the ring leader. Can I come back again to fuck the others?" I laughed. "Of course you can, Aaron. There are two other carpenters I've invited, the same as you, and they're coming tomorrow and the day after. Why don't we agree that you come back the day after that to carry on with your work?" "Deal," and we shook hands on it. "Right then, on the menu tonight will be one black boy, one white boy, and Javid. Prince, Tim, Javid in that order. Come on Prince, time to get down to it. And yes, you get to fuck me later." Prince grinned. That I will enjoy, Aaron," he said formally, "can I choose how you fuck me?" Aaron nodded, "sure, you gotta be comfortable." Prince cleared the rest of us off one bed and settled himself on his back. "I want to watch you," he said, "Patrick taught me that. It's far better." I was rather touched that he remembered. "Come on, Aaron, fuck the living daylights out of me." He wouldn't have said that before the Yankee Clipper, I thought. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 111 as more of us cement relations with the Americans. 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 ... 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