Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2018 10:56:37 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 82 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 82 After I'd eaten I showered and greased myself ready for Ken. He welcomed me in and motioned me to sit on the bed. He was wearing a robe, and usually when they're in that almost-there state of undress they want the whore to do the last bit of undressing them. Ken was no exception. To my delight - well, that's a bit of an exaggeration - he was hairless below the neck. Usually when they're shaved it's because they want the whore to get down there and start nuzzling. Ken was no exception there either. His cock was short and fat, so I was able to get most of it into my mouth. It was cut (sadly) so less sensitive to the expert performance of Mulloy lips and tongue than he might have been, but a fine erection was achieved after a few minutes. I rose, still fully dressed, and asked Ken what he wanted to do. "I need to get out of this hot uniform," I said in as seductive a voice as I could. Naturally he wished to help and naturally I allowed him to do so. "Oho! no underoos," he said. Now as a thoroughly professional and skilled whore I can control my emotional responses while at work 99% of the time, but the odd occasion presents itself when a remark of such egregious silliness is made that collapsing into a fit of giggles is unavoidable. Luckily I'm quick on my feet (or my back, come to that, if that's when the mask slips), so I was able to convert my almost-snot-making snort of laughter into a happy cuddle, while telling Ken that I hadn't heard those garments of which I was not at that time possessed called that since I was a little boy. And that, of course, meant he had to cuddle me to pretend that I was a little boy again. When I'd recovered my professional persona I thought I ought to get down and freshen up his erection, but he stopped me. "I want to fuck you, Patrick, so get on your knees." I knelt with my arse fetchingly displayed for him to examine. "Mmm, nice," he said, "I like a boy who keeps himself smooth," and he began a very skilled rimming session. I hadn't expected him to come to much - I don't know why - but he was certainly good at getting me all warmed up. "Wow! Ken," I said, "You're getting me on fire. I need your cock. Give me your cock up my arse." And more of the same as he entered me and started to fuck. His mouth was better than his cock, but after several minutes he started to puff and groan and I knew that vocal encouragement of a more explicit kind would speed things along. "Oh God, Ken, you're like a fucking red hot poker. I can feel the heat of your cock right up my insides. Soon, soon you'll squirt your hot lava up me ... yes ... yes... -" (I could feel him teetering on the brink) "- aaah! yes, I can feel your cock pulsing spunk... yes ... yes." It's amazing how banal it all sounds written down, but years of experience have taught me that the most highly-educated and articulate client can turn into a raving guttersnipe while fucking me, and since the more they enjoy it the more I get paid I'm willing to descend at the important moments from more - how shall I say - carefully-polished prose into wow-you're-fucking-sexy speak. Ken, spent, rolled off, allowing his cock to flop out. Decision time. Most clients, still awash with a just-come glow (and before the usual guilt sets in) are happy to let a boy attend to the cleansing of his cock, and Ken was no exception. His moans as I licked and sucked the cum (and my arse juices) off his now small again cock were music to an old whore's ears. That's when the tip gets earned. When I reckoned he was clean again I laid down next to him and stroked his smooth chest. "That was a great fuck," I murmured, "but I need to come now. Will I fuck you, or do you want to suck me off?" "Kneel over my chest and wank yourself into my mouth," said Ken. I got into position and set about it. Ken reached round and held my arse cheeks, rolling them around and getting me surprisingly turned on. "Put a finger in," I murmured, "It'll make me come buckets." Since my coming buckets was Ken's idea of fun, a finger was in without hesitation. I wriggled appreciatively and speeded up the wank. "Mmmm, I'm close," I groaned, and leaned forward. Ken opened his lips and put his tongue out. Three, four hard strokes and "aaah! yesss!" and buckets of Mulloy spunk flew across the one inch gap between the end of my cock and the tip of Ken's tongue. Five good-sized squirts ended up in Ken's mouth and I watched him roll the mouthful round before it was swallowed. "Very tasty, Patrick." He took his finger out and I took hold of his hand to bring it to my mouth. "No, no," he said, "this is mine. I like the taste of a boy's arse." Ken and I were on the same wavelength. I laid down beside him again and he stroked me. Soon, however, the magic grew fainter and he said, "time to go, Patrick. I enjoyed that." I said that I had enjoyed it too, and got dressed in my less-than-complete outfit. Ken got up, put his robe on again and fished $25 out of the pocket. "Thanks, Ken," I said, "that's kind. I'll bring your Passport back after I've showered and changed." A quick shower, a quick return to 411, and by 2025 I was in the canteen with the rest of them. "This has been an eye-opener," I said, "we've never had overnight bookings on this scale before. I hope it keeps up. Prince, you don't need me to prepare you any more. Shower at 2130 and get to Edward at 2200. Make sure you leave at 0700 - he knows you have to be out by then. Come and check in with me before you shower tomorrow morning." We had a beer each. Prince was bouncing around like a six-year-old. Sex with Edward was evidently much to his liking, and he was going to fuck a man, and be paid for it. "What's so special about Edward?" asked Javid. "He's lovely to fuck, and he's very kind. That's enough for me," said Prince. "Do you think you'll be at it all night?" asked Graham. "Doubt it, but if that's what he wants then I'm up for it." I smiled to myself. Edward would want his beauty sleep before midnight if he and Prince hammered away as they had done before. I asked the As if they minded not having any bookings - I knew Charlie and Sam didn't, because we'd talked about it, the four of us. "No," said Andrew, "not in the least. We know we'll be joining Phil soon, and we think there'll be a lot of interest in good-looking guys like us. If we're in the elevators competing with all you children we'll have no takers, but Phil's lot aren't on show in the same way we've all been. If he gats an approach from a client who wants young flesh then we're it. Some of them want older guys, or big beefy guys. We can't compete with them, but until Phil gets us on his books we've always got each other. We won't forget how to fuck, I promise." Alan grinned. "I second that." George and Vincent were whispering. "Spit it out," said Tim, "no secrets at this table." George was red. "We're boyfriends, and the As are boyfriends. We sleep in the same cabin, but ... " "Oh, go on, G," said Vincent. George hesitated. Vincent butted in. "What we want is to get it on with the As before they get too old for us. We haven't wanted to ask as we didn't know how keen they'd be on fucking some boy who wasn't their boyfriend. We know they fuck clients, or they used to before hot sexy competition arrived ..." The arrival of a poke in the ribs from Alan, sitting on his left, rendered Vincent speechless. "Of course we can fuck around with you two," he said. "We didn't want to make the first move because we didn't know how you'd feel about not sleeping together." "Oh God," I said, "I thought we'd got past all this pussy-footing about. Alan - you're the senior one of the original three of us - choose which of these idiots you want to play with tonight. You get the other one tomorrow." Alan made a play of examining the goods on offer, at least to the extent that he could sitting at the canteen table. "I choose Vincent," he said. "Can you bear to share a bed with George, Andrew?" I said. "Oh, I expect so." Four faces shone happily, each knowing that a new arse would be presenting itself. It was 2130. Prince floated down to shower and the rest of followed not long after. We'd all had a testing day, what with one thing and another, and bed, if not sleep, was a high priority. Cabin 3 would be the scene of happy new discoveries and Cabin 1 would be the four of us. I knew Graham would be feeling strange on his own, but I knew that Tim and Sam would include him. Overnights had been rare until now, but the rest of us knew how to deal with the absence. ***** Prince came in a few minutes after 0700 to a cabin full of sleeping boys. He shook my shoulder. "I'm back," he whispered. "All OK?" "Oh brother, it was fantastic." "Good. Go and shower then. Well done. You'll be reporting to Sir at 0915. I'll take Edward's Passport back after that." Charlie had heard all that. "He seems to have landed on his feet, doesn't he?" I kissed his nose. "Just like us, only different," I said happily. The new team was proving more successful more quickly that anyone could have imagined. In 48 hours' time we'd be arriving in New York. Then we'd be down to eight bell boys, and life would be different. I had no idea how different. Sir told me afterwards that the 0915 meeting had been, in his words, "almost unbearably exciting". I told everyone about my session with Ken; Javid and Nigel reported at glowing length on their sessions with Rock and Jim, and I added that another overnight had been booked for each of them that night. "I'm impressed," said Sir, "and very pleased that you are making such an impression on your clients. There's no doubt that 15-year-olds attract a great deal more trade that the 18-year-olds who have served us so well." Tim and I saw the twinkle, but I didn't think any of the others had until I looked at Javid. He was on our wavelength all right. Graham was brief about his time with the Colonel, and Sir made no comment other than to thank him. George said that Xavier had fucked him after spending a long time getting him worked up. "Details, George," said Sir. George would get used to this, I thought, but the first few times were always difficult. "He made me lie on my back and hold my knees next to my ears. Then he got down and licked my crack, He put his tongue into my arse - I hadn't had that before, and my cock lurched when he did it. Then he put a finger in. 'I see you are prepared, George, that's good' he said, and put another finger in. It was tight, but very horny-making. He wiggled his fingers and without warning I came all over my belly. I thought he'd be furious, having paid all that money, but he was delighted. 'I like it when a boy comes so much while I am fingering him,' he said, so I relaxed a bit. His fingers were still up there while he bent over me to run my cum into my skin. It felt really weird. Vincent and I have never done that - we both think cum's far too precious to waste rubbing it in. Anyway, then he fucked me, my knees still up by my ears. He had a big cock and it was a very good fuck. I don't know how long he lasted, but it was a long time - 20 minutes at least. He kept taking his cock out and moving me about a bit and putting it back in. Each time the angle was different and his cock rubbed on different bits of me up my arse." George was in his stride now. "Then he pulled out - he still hadn't come - and he got on his back. 'Lower yourself onto me,' he said. His cock was sticking straight up. It was hard and wet. I squatted over him - 'no, face me,' he said - so I turned round and felt for his cock as I lowered my arse. I felt its red hot tip touch my arse ring and suddenly he thrust upwards and the whole fucking thing was deep inside me. It was an unbelievable feeling. He went hard and fast then, and I felt his cock swell as he came and squirted up me. The, just as he finished coming, he grabbed my cock and wanked me. I was so high with the feel of his spunk pumped into me that I came very quickly. This time he rubbed it into his chest, and he pulled me down on top of him. His cock was still up me and my cum was sticky between us." "What a charming picture," said Sir. "After a few minutes he smacked me lightly on the arse and said, 'shower time, George'. We showered together, though there was hardly room, and when we'd finished I turned the shower off, opened the shower door to make room so that I could kneel down and suck his cock. He stroked my hair. 'I like that', he said. I kept going as I wanted spunk in my mouth. I felt his balls and his arse crack. He moaned a bit, then he said, 'I won't come like that. Let me masturbate and come in your mouth, if that's what you want.' I nodded, and he wanked while I watched his cock at close quarters. He started to groan and said 'now', so I opened my mouth and felt the back of my throat seared with lava. Well, not quite, but it was a big load and the force it came out of his cock with was quite something. I know they won't all be like that, but he was quite something." "And you, Prince, how was your night with Edward?" Prince said, with details with which I can't see any need to recount, that he had been asked to fuck Edward three times - once shortly after arrival, once an hour or so later, and again at around 0630 when they woke up. Each time Edward has said it had been a great fuck (a remark I suspected ne made to everyone who fucked him), and each time Prince's balls had delivered a satisfactory amount of spunk. However as the spunk had always been up Edward's arse no objective measure of its quantity had been possible. Edward had spent most of the time between fucks (and before sleeping, which they did together, but not entwined) stroking Prince's ebony skin and marvelling at what a find he was. "He wants to see me again, but only for an hour. He says the afternoon before we get to New York." "Will you arrange that, Patrick?" "Yes, Sir." It was now approaching 1000. That had been the longest session I could remember. "Javid and Nigel have overnights tonight," I said, "but nothing else is booked. Tomorrow's the last full day at sea and I don't want any bookings after say 1800 tomorrow." They all left to assist passengers too stupid to work the elevators for themselves, with a profitable side-line in flaunting where it seemed appropriate. I went to see Edward. This was becoming a habit. He greeted me like an old friend. "Did Prince tell you I want to spend an hour with him tomorrow afternoon?" "Yes, Edward, I'm here to arrange a time." "Can he be here at 4 o'clock. Here's $80. I'll expect you with my Passport before I go to cocktails before Dinner - shall we say 6 o'clock?" I took his money and said that he evidently found Prince a satisfying boy. "He's very happy when he comes back from seeing you, Edward." Edward smiled. "We enjoy each other, Patrick. I shall be sorry to lose him." There was nothing to say by way of reply, so I left. By the time I sat down to eat at 1300 there had been two approaches. Vincent had attracted an advance from 511 and Graham from 434. Since both of them had had a fairly unexciting first time I hoped these would be better. I was in no hurry to get down to them; indeed, the prolonged wait for the promised contact might get the juices flowing a bit. By 1330 I couldn't justify waiting any longer. I knocked on 434 but there was no reply. He was probably still at lunch. 511 ate earlier however, and invited me in. "Since I haven't ordered Room Service I assume you are the 'contact' I was promised. I said that he was correct, and he invited me to sit down. "My name is Patrick. You've asked to have Vincent. What should he call you, and what would you like to happen when he gets here. It will be tomorrow, by the way." "Thank you Patrick. My name is Paul. I was very taken with Vincent's pert bottom in his nice tight uniform - you are just as tight-fitting, I see - and I'd like to get to know it a lot better. If you need the details I want to fuck him." I said that would be fine, and that Vincent would be his for an hour - if that was long enough? - it was - for $80. I made it clear to Paul that during that hour Vincent and he could do what they liked to each other as often, and in as many orifices, as they could, short of causing deliberate pain or drawing blood. "Have no fear, Patrick, I'm not the kind who wants to hurt beautiful boys. If fucking him won't count as deliberate pain then we're agreed." I assured him that Vincent was used to being fucked and would accommodate whatever Paul brought to the part. "Unless you're immensely gifted?" I wondered. "Oh no, sadly not, just an ordinary 8 inches." "That will do nicely." We agree that Vincent would call at 1500 the following afternoon and $80 was passed over. The Passport issue had to be explained as usual, but Paul didn't demur. "It's good to see that Cunard's high standards of safety extend to the less orthodox aspects of the service." I grinned. "I take care of my boys, Paul." When I tried 434 again there was still no reply, but as I turned to go a man approached along the corridor. I waited in case he was 434. He was. "For God's sake come in, someone'll see," he muttered. I tried to explain that there was nothing sinister in a bell boy, one of whose duties was carrying messages, being seen knocking on a stateroom door. "Oh," he said, "you're not - " "Yes I am," I said, "but no-one knows that apart from you and me. And Graham of course. He's the boy you approached. They're trained not to ask for any details, just to tell the client that he'll be contacted. I'm your contact, so perhaps you'll tell me what you want to do with Graham. I'm Patrick, by the way." He seemed nervous, so I decided I'd take the lead by going through the menu in that deeply annoying way that waiters have nowadays based, I suppose, on the not unreasonable assumption that a good number of their diners can't actually read. "The charge is $80 for an hour with the boy, and each hour after that is $60. For that you can fuck him or suck his cock, or the other way round, as often as you can both manage. There are extra charges if you wish to piss on him, or have him piss on you." I stopped. Let him tell me what he wants, Patrick, you've said enough. "That's a comprehensive list, Patrick. Graham should call me David. One hour will be long enough. I will want him to suck my cock, and I'll suck his. I want to fuck him. Not very adventurous, perhaps, but it's what I like." "David, whether it's adventurous or not it's what Graham will willingly provide for you. He's good at what he does and you'll find him well worth $80. When would you like him - it won't be today? David seemed unworried that the 15-year-old arse would not be experiencing his unadventurous fucking until the morrow. "After lunch, say 2 o'clock." I got his Passport and assured him that Graham would be with him - I looked at the clock beside his bed - in exactly 23 hours and 45 minutes. For the first time David relaxed, and allowed himself a tiny smile. "Good," he said, "I'll look forward to that." =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 83 as the last full day of the westward voyage dawns.. The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing a year 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. ===============================================================================