Date: Fri, 5 Jan 2018 20:30:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys 7

Queen Mary Bell-boys by badboi666

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Chapter 7

Slim explained.  "I got a call on my stateroom phone about an hour after I
gave you my number.  A man said that he was arranging the services of a
bell-boy, and he asked if he could come up to sort out the details.  I
agreed, and he was here five minutes later."  The description he gave was
Sir all right, which meant that no-one else was involved.  "When he came in
he explained the charges which he showed me on a card."  "Do you still have
it?"  "No, he took it with him."  "Do you remember them?"  "Yes, for the
most part.  They were all in dollars of course.  The charge was $75 for one
hour, and during that time I could fuck you or you could suck my cock as
often as we could manage.  Anything extra, like pissing, was another $25.
If I wanted longer it was $50 for each extra hour.  An overnight stay,
starting at 9 o'clock, was $250.  I paid $100 for an hour with piss, as you
know."  I was astonished that the price was as high.  In those days $5 was
£1, so Sir was getting £20 for my services.  I wondered how much of
that I would see - not that I cared greatly, because what I got out of it
was being fucked - well, that was one of the things.  As long as there was
a supply of rich Americans wiling to play with English boys the likelihood
of going more than a day or two without being fucked seemed remote.  Good!

Slim bent forward and took my soft cock between his lips.  "Time for more
action," he said.  I had no idea what time it was, and I didn't want to get
up and leave as soon as an hour was up.  I decided to play it by ear and
give him a bit longer - that way he'd be more likely to come back for more.
Quite soon Slim's tongue got my cock hard again.  "What do you want to do,
Slim?" I asked.  "I want your cum in my throat - you can cum, can't you?"
I assured him that there would be good English cum in his mouth just as
soon as he wanted it.  "Good.  Then I want to fuck you.  OK?"  "Sure, Slim,
that's why I'm here.  I've been looking forward to the feel of your Yankee
cock up me all day."  Slim grinned.  "Me too, kid."

His oral skills were of a higher order than any of my shipmates, and since
Father Corrigan had never concentrated on mouth music very much what I was
experiencing at that moment was particularly stimulating.  I decided that
my moaning would add to Slim's enjoyment, so I allowed myself to relax into
just being skilfully sucked off by an expert.  He kept me teetering on the
brink for some minutes, sensing as my hips rose to plunge more deeply into
his mouth that he ought to back off slightly.  His fingers were busy
exploring my balls.  I murmured that were his fingers to enter my arse they
would be welcome.  In went two.  "Three's OK," I murmured, and as the third
went in and Slim's tongue lapped my cock-head I came suddenly and
copiously.  And noisily!  "Oh fuck, Slim, that was the best cum in ages!
Fuck me now while I'm still up in the air.  Fuck me hard!  Please!"

I was already on my back, so I hoisted my feet up, making my arse open and
inviting.  Slim positioned himself and I could feel his hard cock rubbing
the outside of my hole.  "I'm lubed, Slim, just stick it in.  Please!"  In
he went, slowly, slowly, so unlike Sir or his brother, both of whom were
fast fuckers.  I like a fast fuck, as you know, but I like being fucked by
a man (or a boy) who can ring the changes.  Not knowing what's about to
happen heightens the erotic pleasure.  Well, it does for my anyway.  Slim
took about a minute to get his cock deep inside me.  I could feel his belly
hard against my arse cheeks.  "Hold it there, let me enjoy the sensation of
your big hit cock filling up my 14-year-old insides."  "Fourteen?  Fuck me,
I thought you were more than that.  Jesus, kid, you're the youngest fuck
I've ever had."  "And the best, I hope."  "Let's see," he muttered as he
set about the serious business of giving me the seeing-to for which he had
paid Sir so handsomely.

The fuck was fantastic for both of us. Slim kept at it for quarter of an
hour before he whispered, "nearly there, kid, yessssss, take my load!"  I
felt his cock swell and pulse ropes of his spunk deep inside.  Needless to
say we weren't bothering with johnnies, so the spurting of his cock
bareback transmitted sensation to all the nerve endings up my arse.  I
reached down to wank myself.  "Yeah, go on, kid, rub one out for me."  Not
an expression we used in Liverpool, and one I would have to remember.  My
right hand flew: I wanted to cum while Slim's cock was still filling my
arse.  I got there in under a minute, my hips rising off the bed with Slim
still inside.  My cock poured three good squirts onto my belly, even though
I'd been sucked off not that long ago.  It was great being 14!  "You
enjoyed that, didn't you?" said Slim.  "You bet.  You want to lick my cum?
There's no extra charge."  "Cheeky monkey."  Slim pulled out, a trickle of
his spunk following and running down my crack.  He lapped up my load and
smacked his lips.  "Tasty English cum," he said.  "And the youngest you've
had.  Tell me, did you enjoy your first 14-year-old?"  "Oh yeah, kid,
couldn't you tell?"  It was then that I told him that if he wanted he could
have someone even younger.  "And who's that?"  "My twin brother Tim.  He's
12 minutes younger than I am, and he's almost as good as I am.  I can
arrange it if you like.  You'll be contacted in the same way."

It was obvious that Slim liked the idea.  "It's an hour since you got
here," he said, "you'd better clean up and go."  I stretched up and kiss
him.  "That was great, thank you," I said, and went to have my third
shower.  When I was dressed ready to go Slim handed me $20.  "I don't know
what the arrangement is at your end, but this is for you, Patrick."  I
thanked him, and assured him that no-one else would get, or even know
about, the extra money.  I kissed him again and left.  "See you again, I
hope, Slim."

Sir hadn't given me any instruction about reporting back, other than the
daily report at 0915, but since I had more business to propose I went to
his office and knocked. "Come."  I told him what Slim and I had done.
"Were you happy about piss?"  "Oh yes, it was fun.  I don't mind doing that
at all, Sir.  I hope I didn't do the wrong thing, but when he said that I
was the youngest boy he'd ever fucked I told him that he could fuck an even
younger one.  He wants to fuck Tim.  I said he'd be contacted in the same
way.  Is that all right?"  Sir smiled.  "Of course it's all right, Patrick,
that's the best way of getting business.  What would you say if I offered
both of you?"  I didn't need to think.  "I'd be fine, and so would Tim.  We
do it together all the time anyway, so it won't be strange for either of
us."  "Good, thank you.  Off you go, back on duty.  Well done!"

By the time I got back to our deck it was nearly 1800.  As we ate at 1810 I
went straight there.  I was early, so I waited for the others.  I wanted
hear all about Alan's afternoon, and to tell Tim he had a client.  Luckily
they were the next two in, but before I could say anything Chris appeared.
"Where were you yesterday?" I asked, "we were worried."  "You'll never
guess," he said with a cheesy grin.  "Let me see," I said, dramatically
scratching my chin, "you were in the Stateroom of a rich princess fucking
her something rotten."  'Two out of three," he said gleefully, "she wasn't
a princess."  Alan's jaw dropped.  "Are you serious, Chris?"  "Yup."  "How
did you fix that?"  Chris settled back to explain, enjoying reliving his
moment of triumph.

"She got into my elevator yesterday morning along with several other
people, and she had to stand really close.  You can imagine the shock when
I felt a hand on my cock."  "Hers?"  "I wasn't sure at first, but it was
nice whoever it belonged to."  "Then what?" demanded Tim.  "We got to the
Dining Room floor where they all got out except her.  'I think I'll ride a
little further with you', she said, still holding my cock.  'My', she said,
'you're a big boy and no mistake.'  I couldn't believe my luck.  'Come to
my room at 6 o'clock', she said, 'it's 325.  OK?'  I nodded - I couldn't
speak."  "And did you go?"  "Course I did?"  "And did you cum?"  "Too right
I did - three times.  The first time I came as soon as I got my cock in
her, but she said it didn't matter because young boys could get it up again
quickly.  The second time she sucked my cock until it was hard and then I
fucked her for about five minutes.  She still hadn't come herself, and she
said she'd get off by rubbing her thing while sucking my cock.  I came in
her mouth.  I think if I died then it would all have been worth it."

His audience was entranced.  "Good for you!" I said, "she'll tell all her
friends and your cock'll be red raw by the time we get to New York."  "Hope
so," he said, rubbing it through his uniform trousers.  Sir would have to
know about this, I decided, but how he would react was impossible to guess.
When Chris went off to collect his food I told the other two to say nothing
to any of the others.  "If Chris tells them, that's fine, but we mustn't.
It's further proof that you needn't bother with him, Alan.  Any luck with
Harry or Sam yet?"  "Not yet, but I haven't had any time alone with either
of them."  Chris returned, so further conversation of that nature ended.

I decided I had to let Sir know about Chris as soon as the meal break was
over, so I went straight to his office.  "Come."  I told him what Chris had
told us.  "Do you believe him, or is he making it up to impress you?"  I
said I thought it was true.  "I'll tear him off a strip for this," Sir said
angrily.  "Forgive me, Sir, but I've been thinking about it.  If he knows
that you know, it could put you, and our scheme, in real danger.  After
all, if you know you can hardly not operate a find-me-a-boy scheme for
women as well.  And since bell-boys fucking women isn't illegal, whereas
what we do is, then we're open to blackmail.  We boys will merely get
sacked, but you could end up in prison."  Sir was quiet - he was still
furious.  Then, "you're right, Patrick.  Thank you for telling me.  I will
say nothing.  As far as Chris, or any of the others is concerned if they go
with women, their sins are not known.  Keep your ears open, will you?"  I
agreed.  "Sit down," he said.  This was the first time he had done that,
and I formed the impression I had been allowed to cross an invisible
boundary between being a hired help (albeit a willing one) and a very
junior apprentice partner.

"How do you think things are settling down?" he asked.  He knew about the
approaches, so I assumed he was asking about the bell-boys themselves.
"Well, as you know, Tim and Alan and I have each agreed to approach one of
the others in each cabin.  Our approach has been to bring up sex casually,
usually in the context of needing a wank - something unthreatening which
could be laughed off if necessary.  If the other boy reacts positively then
we plan to try to have a mutual wanking session - just the two of us - at
which we can detect whether there would be a positive response to sex with
a man, rather than another boy.  So far we've not got even to the mutual
wanking stage, but we've only been at sea for a couple of days.  We plan to
have a good idea about most of them before we get back to Southampton.
Chris is obviously out.  Dave says he no longer wanks he says it's
childish."  (Sir allowed himself a smile.)  "Sam, Roger and Peter all wank
routinely in Cabin 2, but whether they do it with each other we don't know
yet.  I have a plan to find out before New York.  Andrew had joined us in
Cabin 1 for a steamy session, as you know.  That leaves Harry, Stewart and
Charlie unaccounted for.  Luckily the three of us each have one of them to
find out about."

"You've done well, far better than I expected.  You told me earlier about
some crew members who had shown an interest in you.  I've thought about
what you should do.  I don't want anyone - anyone at all apart from you
three boys and me - knowing about our arrangement.  So you are not to let
any of the queer crew members you encounter know that there is a boy ring
in operation.  But if you want to, you may have sex with them.  No money
changes hands, but you must report it to me each morning.  And I want
names.  You may tell Tim and Alan that the same applies to them.  Now, Tim
will have told you that our session was interrupted yesterday evening.  If
he would like to come to me at 2000 today we can resume.  Please tell him
so, Patrick.  Is there anything else?  No?  Then off you go - and thank
you.  You're a big asset to our team."

I went back to our cabin as quickly as I could.  It was now 1910 and if Tim
was to prepare for an hour of sin with Sir he'd have to get a move on.  He
wasn't there.  Bugger!  I went to the elevators and eventually found him.
"Come with me," I said, "Sir wants to see you again like he did yesterday."
"How do you know?"  "I've just come from his office," and I filled him in
on all that had happened.  He was excited to hear about Slim, and I said I
expected he'd be summoned tomorrow afternoon.  "I said he might want us
both one day."  "That would be fun; we've never done that before - well,
not with a man anyway."  There was no-one else in the shower so I went on
talking to him while he was freshening himself up.  I asked him if he had
encountered any of the crew who seemed interested in him.  "One or two," he
said, and went on to describe Larry from the pool and one I hadn't come
across - James, one of the bartenders.  I told him what Sir had said about
it being OK for us to have sex with them provided we told him about it.
"Why do you think we have to tell him everything?"  "I don't know; maybe he
gets his rocks off knowing who's fucking who and imagining fountains of cum
all over the place."  Tim laughed.  "Dirty old sod!"  "Dirty he may be, but
he's finding lots of fucks for us, kid."  Tim smiled.  "Yeah, and I'm due
for one in 20 minutes.  I hope no-one interrupts this time.  He never even
got it in yesterday."  Fifteen minutes later he was on his way to Sir's
lair.

When he got back an hour later he had a large grin on his face and his eyes
twinkled.  "Nice fuck, then?" I asked.  "You bet, bro, he gave me second
helpings to make up for yesterday.  The first time was hard, like you said,
but the second - well, put it this way.  It took him 20 minutes to get it
up again and 20 minutes solid fucking before he came.  And I love it when
it lasts that long, as you well know.  But that's not the best bit.  I have
to see Slim, as you guessed, at 1530 with a full bladder.  Just me this
time though."

Alan had listened to all this.  He and I had been lying on our beds waiting
for him to come back.  We had agreed not to start anything until Tim got
back.  Alan had had another approach and had told Sir, so he was expecting
to be told where to go at 0915 tomorrow.  At that moment there was a quiet
tap at the door.  "Oh God!" I said, "Andrew - we forgot he was coming."

Andrew came in and sat down on Alan's bed.  "Are you still up for some
fun?" he asked, cutting to the chase with all the subtlety of a horny
16-year-old anxious for his first fuck.  Yesterday he'd been told not to
tell us which way round he wanted it.  Now we would find out.  "I want to
fuck one of you," he said, pointing at Tim and me, "and I want Alan to fuck
me after."  As this was what we'd largely agreed was what we wanted, there
was no hesitation in agreeing.  Quickly I winked at Tim and said that I
would be the lucky one.  We both knew that Tim's arse was still full of
Sir's cum, whose presence might give rise to awkward questions. At least
all I had up there was vaseline whose presence was easily explained.  The
stage was set.

All four of us stripped off - this was becoming routine now.  I got on my
back on my bed.  As Andrew was new to fucking I wanted it to be memorable
for him.  I was pretty sure that he wouldn't last long once he got his cock
inside me, so the preparation would be an important part of it all.  He got
into position between my legs, which I wound round his back.  His cock was
roughly in the right place, but of course he couldn't see my hole.  I could
feel his cock poking about, but he was missing the target.  "Help him,
Tim," I said.  Tim moved over and took Andrew's cock in his hand, giving it
a few strokes (Andrew liked that) before putting the tip on my arsehole.
"Push now, slowly and firmly.  You'll feel resistance as you get up against
his muscle, but keep going.  You won't hurt him, I promise," he said.  As I
felt his cock start to enter me I stretched my arms forward and put them
round his back, drawing him in to me.  "Come on, Andrew, fill me up, fuck
me. I want to feel your hot cock in my arse."  Such coarse talk always
works wonders, as I have observed before.  Andrew pushed firmly, as
instructed, and after several seconds I could feel his pubic hair against
my arse cheeks.  I pulled him ever closer.  "Oh yessss," I said, "it's so
hot and hard.  Now fuck me, Andrew, fuck me hard.  I want to feel your cock
pulsing your cum into me."  He needed no further encouragement and, as we
all knew would happen, he came after only a dozen or so deep strokes.  He
gasped loudly as he did so, then groaned that he'd cum far too soon.
"Don't worry," said Tim, "it's always like that first time.  I promise
you'll last a lot longer by the time we're back in England."

Andrew was in no hurry to pull out, so I was happy to let him lie on me as
his cock wilted.  I caressed his arse cheeks and murmured that I had
enjoyed it, and wanted him to fuck me again before long.  "Next time it's
Tim's turn though."  He nodded, looking into my eyes.  "Thanks, Patrick, I
loved that," and he leant forward to kiss me.  I put my hands behind his
head and proceeded to give him a tongue-thrashing kiss.  "I love it too,
big boy!  You came buckets."  At that moment his cock slipped out, and the
truth of what I had said about the quantity of his cum suddenly became all
too evident.  Tim, who had remained close at hand watching, was in there
instantly, lapping up the warm spunk.  Alan called him over, insistent on
sharing.  We all stayed smooching for a good few minutes.

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The fun continues in Chapter 8 as Alan fulfils his part of the evening's
fun.  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.
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