Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2017 11:24:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell-boys Chapter 4 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 4 When I went in Sir told me to sit next to him on his sofa. He was wearing a towelling robe, and I could tell he had just come from a shower. "Well now, Patrick, what have you got to tell me?" I decided I would be completely honest, but only to tell him some of what had happened. "During the test I was paired with Roger. We spent some time in the swimming pool changing room I said that there would be a lot of naked cocks in there soon, to see what his reaction would be. He clearly liked the idea of naked cocks, and told me that the three of them in his cabin were relaxed about wanking in each other's company." "Good, good. Do they do it together?" "I didn't ask as I wanted to let the idea lie there for a while. Alan and Tim have discussed tactics, and each of us will try to get three others on our own one at a time to see what they might be up for. It'll take time though." "I've thought about changing the shower rota, but that will merely be one of a list of changes that I'll make in New York, or maybe when we're back in Southampton," he said. I told him that I was still in the dark about how he was going to find clients for us. "How will the men who fancy us know what to do? If they come on to us it's easy - you've told us what to do. I think there'll be more success if you put the three of us on elevator duty a lot of the time. There are bound to be times when a likely client spots us and makes a point of riding with us on his own. Can you fix that?" "Yes. It's a good idea - is it yours?" I nodded. "It occurred to me as I went round the ship today. There are a lot of places where a passenger and a bell-boy are alone, and the elevators is only one." I paused. "Go on, Patrick, I won't bite." My original plan had been not to tell Sir that I was aware of queer crew members, and that at least four of them seemed interested in me as far as getting to know me better was concerned. I had to weigh up the benefits of having as much exposure to sexual goings-on as I could (which was what I and my cock wanted), or maybe putting Sir's back up by widening the circle of those who knew about his business arrangement. As always in these debates my cock won. "Well, I couldn't help noticing that quite a few of the crew are queer - at least, I got the impression that the smiles I got from some of them weren't just 'hello' smiles, but maybe something more. Is there a way they could be helpful?" "I'm not sure. I'm not happy about any other crew member knowing about our scheme. Let me think about that as well. Don't go out of your way to start anything with crew members until I tell you. What else?" "I don't think it's a good idea for us to bring passengers to our cabin. The risk of them being seen by other boys is too great, certainly until all 12 are part of the arrangement, and I don't think that's likely. I understand what you said about some of them maybe being married, but the answer has to be somewhere else ... I like what you're doing to me, Sir." Sir was stroking my cock through my uniform, and I was hardening as he did so. I presumed that were my hand to imitate his he would not object. I reached over. When we'd seen his cock on the first day I hadn't studied it carefully. He was sucking us, and we were concentrating in the feelings in our own bodies. This was different - he was going to fuck me, and I'd been looking forward to it all day. I got up from the sofa and knelt in front of him. I leant forward to open his robe and saw his cock properly. It was uncut and about 7 inches long, half stiff. It looked gorgeous and ten seconds later I found that it tasted good too. I was used to his brother's cock, and this one was pretty similar. I don't suppose I'll ever tire of a man's cock. The problem of where I might get fucked by married passengers was, by tacit agreement, shelved for the time being. What was important was my getting fucked by Sir. When I'd bathed his cock in my mouth for a few minutes Sir told me to get up and stand in front of him again. He undid my uniform buttons and took off my jacket. "Mmm, you've got a nice body, Patrick," he murmured, and bent to nuzzle my nipples. No-one had paid attention to my nipples before, and I found the sensation intensely erotic. "Ooh! Yes Sir, I like that." Sir spent several minutes on my nipples, occasionally lifting his head to kiss me gently. I would have liked more kissing, but I don't think that was Sir's big thing. When he'd spent long enough above my waist he undid my trouser buttons. I wriggled my hips and my trousers dropped to my ankles. "My!" he said, "you have come prepared." "Of course," I said, "I'm an old hand, remember. I've been well taught." Sir had the grace to smile. I stepped out of my trousers - I was now completely naked. "I'm all yours, Sir." Sir admired the goods, turning me round and stroking each new aspect presented to him. My cock was now fully erect and leaking precum. Very gently he pulled back my foreskin, causing a big drop of precum to drop. He caught it in his fingers and rubbed it on his lips. "You taste nice, Patrick." He turned me until he was looking at my back. "Bend over and touch your toes. Feet apart." Time for action, then. I did as he told me. I felt his hands on my arse cheeks. He pulled them apart and I felt fingers running up my crack. "You've come prepared I see." "Yes, and that reminds me. We need a lot of vaseline in our cabin. Each of us will want some to carry with us in case of sudden need." "Remind me later." His fingers were now entering where no man not in holy orders had been before. I didn't think a joke would be welcome, so I kept quiet. His fingers were doing interesting things and there was a danger that I might come too soon. "I'll come soon if you keep on in there with your fingers, and I don't suppose you want me to come yet." "No. I want you to come after I've fucked you." His fingers were removed and I felt his tongue giving my arsehole a good licking. It wasn't going to make me come, but it was bloody erotic. It kept my cock on the boil. I wondered if there was anything he wanted me to do to him, but I decided he would tell me quick enough. For the present I was an arsehole to be fucked, with a cock attached if needed. OK, Patrick, just enjoy it. His brother's fucked you often enough, and you've always enjoyed that. Sir's lips and tongue went on washing me. Then he got up and said "kneel on the bed with your head on the pillow and your pretty little arse in the air." He had a romantic side! I got on the bed, wondering how many other teenaged heads would be told to rest on that pillow. Sir got behind me and I felt his cock touching my arsehole. Would it be slow or fast? Fast, very fast, and all the way in at once. By this time it was all of 8 inches - a good inch more than his brother's - and it was fucking me hard. I like it hard sometimes, particularly if the cock inside me is big like Sir's. I feel on fire then. He reached round and got hold of my cock. "Ooh yes, Sir, make me cum when you're cumming. My arse muscles will clench as your cock fires your hot creamy spunk up into me." Talk dirty and it always works. "Yes, you horny little bugger, I'm going to fuck you rigid. You love it, don't you?" This said with much panting from him and groaning (only partly feigned) from me. When he bottomed out the pressure in my guts forced a moan from me. I said he was fast: to my astonishment he got faster as his climax approached. His hand on my cock matched the speed of his cock in my arse and suddenly he gave a groan and I felt his cock swell as he pumped several jets of cum into me. Luckily he kept wanking me and my cock spurted my spunk onto his sheets only a few seconds after he has cum. "Oh fuck, Sir, that's good. Your cock's filled me up but I've cum on your sheet." Actually I didn't think he was likely to be too bothered about wet boy-spunk in his bed as he'd probably apply his lips to the dampness when I'd gone. Would he be a considerate post-fuck partner, or would he push me out? To my surprise he was very considerate. The Sir who gave orders and was quite strict with us became a tender Sir, keen to allow the boy he'd just fucked to enjoy the warm post-orgasmic glow, and to be cuddled while doing so. He kissed my hair and stroked my face - both sensations very pleasant and wholly unexpected. He took my soft cock in his mouth and cleaned me up. It didn't last though. After 10 minutes he smacked my arse gently and said, "that was good. Off you go now. I'll see you with the other two at 0915. Don't be late, and don't bother reporting this evening's adventure." I climbed back into my uniform and debated whether to kiss him before I left. Not this first time, I decided. Got to leave something for another day. When I got back to the cabin it was almost 10 and the other two were in bed. I mean that literally. They were in the same bed. From the contented look on their faces they had been putting much the same demands on their balls as I had. Alan had his arms round Tim, who was nuzzling Alan's shoulder. "Room for me, is there?" I asked before plonking myself down in the narrow space between Alan and the cabin wall. "Don't forget our blood-brotherhood oath," I reminded them, "I hope you've kept some back." "We've only just cum," said Tim, "but I expect we'll be ready again soon, won't we?" And he lifted his head and kissed Alan's lips. Alan's mouth opened and their tongues did battle. We were going to be a cosy threesome in Cabin 1. We had agreed that there were to be no secrets, so I told them what Sir had done. "Was he as good as Father Corrigan?" "No, I don't think so," I said. He was faster and harder, but his brother makes it last longer, and that's far better. He shot a big load though, so I don't suppose he's come for a few days." Alan put a stop to any further biological speculation by telling us that as far as he knew he, Alan, was the only person Sir had fucked at all in the last several months, and that he always came buckets. Tonight's bucketful had accumulated in less than 48 hours, according to Alan. Tim and I agreed that we wanted the bucketfuls on us, where we could see them, or at worst in our mouths. Arses are fine as cum receptacles, but they're not very accurate when it comes to volume. Number of squirts, yes; number of mouthfuls, no. I stroked my cock, and it began to respond. With my other hand I reached in and held Alan's. It was the first time I'd done so, and it rose quickly to my touch. He said, "what's all this blood-brother stuff? You aren't really going to cut yourself are you?" "Course not," said Tim, "he just wants a cum-sharing ceremony. We did it with another kid at home and it's fun." "OK," said Alan, "I'm up for it." And so he was, all 6 proud inches. "Tell him what to do, Tim," I said. I wanted him to share in the ideas we brought to the party. "OK. Alan, lie on your back with your legs over the edge of the bed and wank yourself so that your cum goes on your belly. Patrick and I will kneel either side of you and we'll wank and squirt our cum onto your belly too. The three lots of cum will mix up, and then each of us licks up a share. That way we've all eaten the other boys' cum and we're cum-brothers.. Race you." And off we went, each of us knowing that while most orgasms are far better for being delayed and approached slowly, these cums were different. The sight and sound of three teenagers pounding their cocks - already well-used in the preceding hour - drove each of us on, caring nothing for anything except the spunk boiling in our balls. Alan groaned, "here it is!" and his cock gushed a ribbon of spunk four inches long over his belly button. Two more spurts landed short, only an inch or so from the base of his cock. "Oh, fuck," he said, "I'm exhausted." Tim and I were nearly there, and we each came within a few seconds. Tim's cum squirted across Alan's belly, crossing his first spurt, so I aimed mine to meet in the same place. It took us half a minute to return to normal breathing. Tim leant down to lick up his share, his tongue snaking across Alan's belly, still heaving from his exertion. I followed: I knew the taste of Tim's cum of course, and I could taste Alan's - different, and saltier. "Now, Alan, you have to scoop it up in your fingers and lick up what's left," I said. He didn't need to be told twice, and smacked his lips on his hot teen treat. "Yum! tasty!" he said with a big grin. "We must do this more often." We were snuggled close on Alan's bed in the after-glow. I had lost count of the number of cums there had been in this cabin since we first slept there. Tomorrow would be the start of a new set of experiences for all of us. There was a danger we'd all fall asleep as we were, cum-stained Alan in the middle, so with regret Tim and I peeled ourselves away to our own beds. "Night all." ***** Up early and shower (but not before Tim knelt before Alan and sniffed his belly where the dried cum was still detectable. Tim likes sniffing where there's been fun). Nice cocks on display, a good few of which were not fully at rest. No chance to do more than perv though. I liked the look of Harry's in particular, and glancing round I observed that most of us were impressed by it. At almost 8 inches soft it won the size prize. I envied Alan: Harry was one of his targets. A cock like that shouldn't be wasted by confining its activity to the owner's hand. Like most of us he was uncut. 0700 saw us all on parade before Sir. "Right," he said, "this is it. I'm proud of you all. The training has been tough, but you all passed the test and I hope you enjoyed your reward." A chorus of 'yes, Sirs' followed. "Here is what I want. Cabins 1 and 2 will provide the elevator boys - one to each elevator. Cabin 3 will be stationed at the Purser's office ready to take messages. Today, while passengers are boarding. Cabin 4 will be at the Grand Lobby entrance with other crew members greeting passengers and smiling. Once boarding has finished Cabin 4 will join Cabin 3 at the Purser's office. Any questions?" Andrew asked what happened when we needed a break. "If you mean to go to the lavatory then when you have to go you go quickly to one of the crew toilets - you know where they are - and return to your post as soon as you're done. I shall be displeased if my boys waste time. Any more questions?" No-one said anything. "Right. Off you go, and remember - always visible, always available, always willing, always smiling." 12 boys trooped out, excited that the voyage was about to start. At 0915 Alan, Tim and I were in Sir's office. "It was Patrick's idea to put you in the elevators," he said. "I'm hoping that any man who fancies you will make a point of riding with you alone. Don't do more than smile, but your smile should be a bit warmer than the official smile you wear all the time. Don't start anything. If he makes a suggestion you know the drill. Get his cabin number and tell him that he'll be contacted. If he gropes you in the lift - and I expect some of them might - just smile and say 'not here'. Then you can ask for his cabin number. You ought to be aware that many of the crew members are queer - about a quarter, I'd guess - and I have told a few of them about our arrangement. They will tell me of any approach they receive, and if it's boys the men are after I will tell you. Any questions?" "Yes, Sir," I said, "I met four crew members yesterday who seemed very interested in me. It would be useful if we knew which crew members were in on our secret." "I'll think about it." It was evident that Sir didn't like giving quick answers, but so far when he'd thought about something he'd come up with a sensible way of dealing with things. "Anything else?" "Yes, one last one," I said. "I know that we are here to be fucked by passengers, but what about sex with crew members? I don't mean other bell boys, but adults? Is that allowed? Do you want to know about it? Do they pay you?" "I'll think about that too," he said, "but until I tell you there will be no sex with any adult crew member. Now off you go." It was 0930. Passengers would start to board at 1100. Life was about to become interesting for 12 working class boys, and particularly interesting for three of them. When would we get our first client? And amid all the dealings - professional as well as personal - we would have with passengers I mustn't forget that I had promised myself a time of nakedness with Charlie before we got back to Southampton, and that I had two other targets - Roger and Dave - to find out about. Roger was willing to have a mutual session with me, and that had to be engineered. Dave was still a closed book. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 5 as we venture out upon the briny. The story is, of course, fiction, but the photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing a few months ago, 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. ===============================================================================