Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2019 09:12:10 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys 130 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 130 Late that evening when Sam came off duty I took them all into Cabin 3. When we all had a beer I told them. "I'm sorry this has had to be a secret from most of you," I said, "but when I tell you, you'll understand. The Colonel in charge of the troops on the ship - the one who's using Prince as his message boy - is a former client of Tim's and mine. When he saw me in the officers' dining room his eyes lit up. He could just have ignored me - after all, he was a single man travelling on his own in 1936 but that's not quite what he is now. But he didn't ignore me, in fact he was very friendly. Using Prince as a go-between I've learned that he would like to play again. That's all I know, that he wants to play again. He has no idea how many there are of us, or our ages, or anything. The next step is to put him in the picture. His name is Colonel Jenks, but when Tim and I were pissing on him he was Slim. I think we keep it that way unless he says otherwise. I take it that we're all willing to join in if he chooses?" Nods all round. "What do you plan?" asked Prince. "I plan to give you another note for him tomorrow. That one will suggest that you conduct him down here at a time of his choosing. How you and he fix it is up to him. The note will say that this time you are in on the secret, and that you will need to tell me the time at which he's going to appear." The mood had changed - that there was liable to be action of a quasi-pre-war form cheered everyone up, as I don't doubt it cheered Slim too. Charlie asked what Slim had been like. "It was before you recruited me." Tim said that he remembered it very clearly. "It was our first trip. He was the first one who wanted piss, so it sticks in your mind." Most of them nodded sagely, remembering their first watery baptism. "He was bloody good, as I recall. We both pissfucked him, one after the other." Nigel rubbed his hands. "I'm feeling horny already," he said happily. He spoke, I think, for all of us. "Let's not confront him with too many at first," said Tim. "He's done it with Patrick and me, and he knows Prince is a player - or he will tomorrow. Why don't Patrick an I entertain him the first time, then see what we feel like about letting him know about the younger flesh now available to him?" Sam and Charlie both agreed to this. "We've heard a great deal about Slim," said Sam, "but it was a long time ago. It'll be interesting to play if he's willing." "I'm sure he will be," I said, "but there's no hurry: we've got him for another three weeks." That was how it was left. The ball was in Slim's court, although he didn't know it yet. ***** Next day Prince appeared in the cafeteria looking for me. "Message from Colonel Jenks," he said, putting a note in my hand and scurrying off, giving a very official air to the exchange. "What's that about?" asked one of the other crew. "No idea," I said, putting it in my pocket while I got on with the feeding of the 5000, or at any rate my part in it. Twenty minutes later, when there was a lull, I opened the note. All it said was '2300'. Good, I thought, all of us would be off duty then. At least Slim could meet the others after whatever adventure he wanted to have that evening. As it happened we were all like brides by 2100, even though six of them would only be bridesmaids. Mind you, at most weddings the bridesmaids seem to get fucked by somebody, so it was unlikely that there would be a great build-up of unspent spunk by midnight. All of us made a good dent in the beer supplies, and Tim and I took on board a third pint at 2245. "I hope to God he's on time," I said. Prince got up to go. "I'm to report to the office at 2250." I told the other five that the plan was for them to keep out of sight until Tim and I brought Slim in to be introduced, provided he was willing. "Go and piss now, so you won't need to while we're in there with him," said Tim. It's very off-putting if a complete stranger comes in for an innocent piss while you're on your hands and knees being pissfucked. At a few minutes after 2300 Prince and Slim appeared. I met them and took Slim into Cabin 4 where Tim was waiting. Prince made himself scarce. The three of us stripped. "Well, this is fun," said Slim. "Quite like old times," said Tim. Slim eyed the sling. "I haven't seen one of those for years," he said, "you guys sure know how to be good hosts." I pointed out that piss wouldn't be possible with the sling in the cabin, but that there was a shower room two doors along. "If we're going to piss we should go in there. Mind you," I went on, "the sling can be moved. Not tonight - it takes too long - but if you're planning another visit we'll move it." "That would be swell," said Slim. It looked as though the other six would be welcome when the time came. The three of us went into the shower, Slim walking cautiously. "Don't worry, Slim, " I said, "there's only friends down here. You'll meet the rest of them before you go." "That sounds fun, but right now I can tell that Tim's hopping up and down fit to bust, so why don't we get down to business?" ***** Some time ago I described what Tim and I got up to with Slim. He was no less inventive than he'd been in 1936, and the fact that the cocks pissfucking him were on 20-year-olds rather than 14-year-olds seemed not to matter at all. The several pints of beer made two, perhaps three, journeys before the three of us felt that enough was enough. Slim's first jizz was epic. "That's the first one since we left," he said as the eight distinct lines on Tim's piss-soaked body glistened invitingly. "The build-up will be a fucking sight less for the rest of the voyage," he added happily. No self-respecting whore - or ex-whore, as we weren't of course charging - is going to leave eight lines unadded to, so Tim and I wanked ourselves to add to the blessing conveyed by Slim's underused balls. We dealt with the multiple effusions in the usual way, although Slim declined to join us. We showered quickly and non-sexually. Come and meet the rest of the gang," I said, "you might as well see the whole menu." It was a few minutes short of midnight when the three of us, weary and smiling, and still naked, went into Cabin 1 where the other six were lying around. Applause greeted us, and Prince stood up, grinning widely. Sam and Javid shuffled up, leaving a space for Slim. I introduced them all to him. "They've all passed out with distinction," I said, "and every one of them is keen to make this bit of your War as enjoyable as we can make it." Slim looked around. "You'll exhaust me," he said, "I can't keep this up like I could in '36. Maybe every two or three nights. Is that OK?" "You're the boss," said Prince. I said that he knew how to find us, and he was free to come down whenever he wanted, provided he was unobserved. "I assume that always means late at night," I said. "Yes. Uncle Sam keeps me busy, but only 18 hours a day. The other 6 are mine." He stood up to go. "Thank you, Patrick. You've no idea how fondly I've looked back on that voyage when you and Tim made such an impression. I've no doubt that your colleagues will do their best to emulate you." (Slim was slowly turning back into Colonel Jenks.) "In two nights I would like to get to know Prince a little better. Prince, is that OK with you? Will it make our day relationship difficult?" "No, Sir. As bell boys we knew how to keep our in-clothes relations different from the more interesting ones." "Good. Will you have one of your colleagues with you - your choice. 2300 in two nights?" And he stood up, naked and proud. We all stood up as well, equally naked, but less proud. "Thanks, boys." He and Prince quickly dressed. Prince took him back to familiar parts of the ship. It was only after he'd gone that I remembered that we hadn't discussed whether the sling should be moved. I decided it could stay where it was for the time being. When he got back a few minutes later he sat on the bed. "It's weird," he said, "one minute he's all hot and ready to go, and the next he's back to being very correct." "You can cope with that, can't you?" I said, "you said you could when he asked you." "Oh, I can cope all right, it's just weird, that's all." "It'll be weirder still when you've been pissing up his arse and you see him the next morning," said Tim. Prince smiled. Perhaps he was looking forward to that, I thought. I asked him who he would choose to join him. "Who do you think, Patrick? Graham, of course. If you and Tim last saw him on your first crossing to New York then he has no idea that Charlie and Sam are special - to him they're just another two former bell boys. You hadn't become boyfriends then. Well, when Graham and I entertain him he'll find out that the two queer boys he's playing with are lovers. Then when he comes in here after, like he did tonight, you can enlighten him about the rest of you." ***** Two nights later Prince and Graham were a pint ahead of the rest of us at 2245. "Are you sure he can find his way?" asked Graham for about the tenth time. Prince turned to his boyfriend and looked him in the eye. "Yes, I'm sure. I checked with him before I went off duty. I've told you already." "I know, I'm just excited, I suppose. Patrick and Tim haven't stopped going on about what a great fuck he is, and I'm ... well, I'm horny and I really need to piss." "Can you hold it 20 minutes?" Graham shook his head. "No, sorry." Prince leaned forward and kissed Graham gently. "Come on then, I'll help you," and taking Graham's hand he went into the shower. As we had done two days earlier the rest of us went to the shower to get rid of the beer in the boring manner so that there were no interruptions when Slim arrived. Prince knelt down and pulled Graham towards him. "Not much, mind, I'd love all of it, but tonight it's not for my mouth, it's for Slim's arse - or at least the first time it is. Come on." Graham placed his cock just inside Prince's mouth and allowed five seconds'-worth of piss to escape. Prince closed his mouth and swallowed, and only a dribble ran down his chin. He stood up. They kissed - a long loving exchange of tongue-led joy. Graham's cock, soft a few moments earlier as he pissed, was hard. He broke off the kiss and knelt in front of his lover. Reaching forward he gently drew Prince's foreskin back and licked his purple cock head. "Mmm," murmured Prince, "I don't know what magic you have in your tongue, but that's sexier than when anyone else does it." Charlie and I exchanged a look: we knew perfectly well what magic Graham's tongue had. It was the same magic that Charlie's mouth had on my cock - good old-fashioned love. Graham said he could now last the necessary 20 minutes. We trooped back to Cabin 3 to await Slim's arrival, leaving the door open so that he would know where we were. A man of such military experience and seniority as Slim wasn't going to be late, and he duly appeared on time. Had he had any difficulty in finding his way? He had not. Was he ready to party with Prince? He sure was. The other six of us moved off and left them to it. "Slim, this is Graham. He and I are boyfriends." While they got undressed Slim said he had wondered whether relationships existed among the eight of us. "Oh God, yes," said Graham, "we're all couples - Patrick and Charlie, Tim and Sam, us two, and Javid and my twin brother Nigel. We've been couples almost from when we first met over three years ago." "Doesn't it bother you, fooling about with other people?" Prince was about to reply, but Graham beat him to it. "You know we were all professionals before the War. What's different now is that we don't charge. Come on, I'm bursting." Prince grinned. The three of them went into the shower room. "Tell us what you want, Slim," said Graham. He and Prince had agreed beforehand that Graham would take the lead, in case Prince's doing so made life awkward afterwards. "Pretend you don't know anything about us, except that we're both highly-skilled professionals." Slim smiled, "OK, boys. Here's what I want. I know you're both full of piss, and pretty soon I want that piss pumped right up my ass - first you, Graham, then Prince with that juicy pound or two of prime beef. Just don't jizz, that's all - jizzing's for later." Graham knelt in front of Slim. He reached forward to take Slim's thick 7 inches into his mouth, stroking the man's heavy balls as he did so. Slim stroked Graham's hair. "That's nice kid, but go easy. I'm so fired up I'll jizz real quick, and I want to hold it back. Let me get at you now," and Slim knelt in front of Graham. Not for the first time he wished that American boys kept their foreskins. He rolled Graham's back to smell and taste the moist pre-cum-coated cock head. "This is something I never see back home," he said, "and it's the big thing I remember about Queen Mary. Patrick's was the first uncut dick I'd seen since I was a boy. And all eight of you are blessed! You've no idea what a thrill it is for someone who only ever gets to fuck about with cut guys." "I need to get it in you," said Graham, "because I don't think I can hold it much longer." Slim smiled at the thought of what was to come, and got on his hands and knees. Graham knelt behind him and gave his arse a good rimming. "Got to get you nice and wet," he said before gently rubbing his cock head on Slim's rosebud. "Aah! get it in, Graham, get it right in and let all your hot piss fill me up." Graham pushed slowly until all of his half-hard cock was in. Over the years we'd all become pretty good at getting our cocks just hard enough to get in while still being soft enough to piss. Even so Graham took a couple of minutes before he could release his bladder. "Here it comes, Slim," and a trickle soon became a torrent of three pints (less what Prince had so helpfully swallowed earlier. "Christ, kid, you just keep on going, don't you," moaned Slim. "As soon as he's done, Prince, he pulls out and you ram yours in as hard as you can. I want to be possessed, right?" "Oh you will be, don't worry," said Prince quietly, stroking his cock while Graham finished. Then out came Graham's cock, followed by a dribble - but only a dribble (Slim was good at this) - as Prince quickly knelt and, pausing only to aim correctly, thrust all his 9 inches deep into his temporary boss. "Yess," he said, "take my great black rod, Slim, feel it pulsing in your ass." Slim indicated that what was happening was indeed delightful. "Fill me up, big boy." Prince remained utterly still, then his cock started the long process of delivering the golden shower that Slim so hungrily desired. On and on it poured. Piss started to leak through the tiny gaps between Prince's huge cock and the distended lips of Slim's invaded arse. Slim groaned in ecstasy. Prince finally finished pissing. He bent forward and said very quietly, "now the fun starts in earnest. I'm going to fuck the living daylights out of you." "Mmm! Go ahead, big boy." You know, of course, that Prince's cock is quite a bit bigger than 9 inches when it's hard, and as he started to fuck the piss-filled trench that was Slim's arse his cock put on the extra nearly two inches that the engorged blood gave him. When it was at full stretch Prince leaned forward again. "Long and slow, or mercilessly hard?" "Hard, hard, Prince, hard as you can." Prince needed no further encouragement. Graham had seen Prince in full flight before, and had been on the receiving end a fair few times, so he knew what the pummelling Slim's arse was taking felt like. Piss flew everywhere: each inward thrust forced piss out, squirting onto Prince's belly and coating his thighs. Graham didn't want to miss out, so he stood straddled over Slim's head ready to piss onto Slim's back. "No!" cried Slim, "in my mouth." Graham knelt in front of Slim, now being furiously pissfucked by nearly a foot of muscular ebony royalty at one end and with a soft pink cock gently pissing in his mouth. Prince grunted, "nearly," and three or four deep strokes later he pushed in as far as he could as his cock jetted spunk into the sea of piss. Prince grasped Slim tightly as he came. Slim groaned with pleasure. "I can feel every squirt of your jizz, Prince, there must have been twenty at least." It's always nice when someone is as appreciative as that. Prince pulled out and the torrent of piss and cum followed. "Clean my cock." Slim needed no second invitation. A good officer, he made sure that everything was spick and span. Prince's cock would have passed the most rigorous inspection for cleanliness five minutes after it had emerged from Slim's arse. While this was going on Graham had been sitting on the floor watching, lazily stroking his cock. When he'd waited long enough for Prince to have his cock attended to Graham felt it was his turn. "What now, Slim? I need to cum, and so do you. How do you want it?" Slim didn't hesitate. "I want you to jizz in my mouth and I want to fuck your cute ass. In that order. Jack off and when it's near stick your dick in my mouth." This wasn't what Graham had expected, but he was happy to comply, especially as a good fucking was to follow. He started to wank, his left hand cupping his balls. Prince, knowing how Graham liked it, came over and eased his boyfriend's arse cheeks apart. "Let me get you ready for Slim," he said, and leant in to lick along Graham's arse crack. As we've observed already, a tongue with love in it fires you up a whole lot better than any old tongue, and it didn't take long for Graham to know that he wouldn't last much longer. "Now Slim," and the older man's mouth was round the 19-year-old's cock only ten seconds before his piss slit opened as a flow of spunk rushed out - three, four, five - "mmm! tasty," said Slim when he'd rolled it round his mouth and swallowed. Now on your back." (Afterwards when we were chewing the fat Graham said that the fuck he'd had from Slim had been one of the best he'd ever had from a client. "Well, he wasn't a client, but you know what I mean." I said I knew exactly what he meant. Slim's fucks had certainly been in the top 10 - well, not counting any of the ones from Queen Mary bell boys or crew members. Javid said that he was looking forward to its being his turn. "I don't suppose you'll have to wait long," said Prince, "because he seemed to like black cock well enough." Javid grinned, "I'll do my best, then.") When they came into Cabin 1 and sat on the beds to recover, Sam asked if Slim had been briefed about the next day's little excitement. "You mean the Equator thing? Yes, I got a memo from the Captain about it. Seems there's a ceremony. I don't think it'll work in wartime though, given that just about every one of my 8000-odd have never crossed the Equator before. What happens anyway?" Sam described what had happened when he had assisted King Neptune a year earlier. "And this King Neptune is Third Officer Miles? The one I met when Prince first came to my attention?" (Here he stroked Prince's thigh and Prince smiled, murmuring "that's nice".) Sam nodded, "he's my boss." Sam and I hadn't thought about Will as a potential joiner-in with Slim, and I could see that the idea then occurred to both of us simultaneously. We exchanged a very small shake of our heads. It would be Will's call, not anyone else's. "Well, King Neptune will just have to do whatever he does without 8000 subjects getting covered in foam. Let's hope he's too busy dealing with U-boats to notice we're not bowing at his feet." And with that we were suddenly back in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean surrounded by hidden dangers. The evening's fun was over. Slim stood up. "Prince, Graham, thank you. While we were enjoying ourselves Graham told me that you were all couples, so how about Javid and Nigel in two nights' time? That OK with you two?" Javid said that as far as he was aware their social diaries could accommodate an engagement of the kind proposed. "Good," and the transmogrification back into Colonel Jenks was complete. "Good night, gentlemen," and off he went. A moment later Tim opened the door and peered around. "What are you looking for?" I asked. "A glass slipper." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 131. Slim meets more of us, and we have some excitement in Rio. The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing in 2017, 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. ===============================================================================