Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2018 13:03:00 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 15 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 15 The afternoon passed quickly - passengers and luggage meant a non-stop stream using the elevators. I saw Slim briefly as he was getting in. Very generously he said so that other passengers could hear, "here's $10 kid, you've done us all proud in your elevator." I thanked him with a special smile, and his action spurred several others to dig quickly into their pockets to give me a tip which, 30 seconds earlier, had not been in their mind. That act of Slim's netted me $55. We exchanged a wink as he got out. I would see him again several years later, curiously enough in the same place but in very different circumstances. At 1655 all twelve of us were gathered outside Sir's office for our last briefing. A few minutes before 1700 he opened the door and beckoned us in. It was the first time he'd admitted anyone early, and the first time he's actually come to the door instead of saying 'come'. "I'm very proud of you all," he said, "you've set a very high standard. Several officers have commented on your efficiency and smartness, and most of the passengers I've spoken to have been very pleased. You may not know about the tipping on Queen Mary. Each passenger is charged $8 a day on their bill, and this is shared out equally among all crew members, including you. You will each receive about $30, and it's likely you'll get a similar amount each crossing. Any tips you get individually are yours to keep, of course." He could see twelve very big smiles in front of him. "Tomorrow morning I want all of you on parade at the Purser's office from 0700, and the elevators can look after themselves. There are bound to be passengers who forget things, or who fail to heed the instructions they've been given about disembarkation. Your job is to help the Purser's staff to sort the problems out. OK?" Nods of agreement all round. "The ship should be clear of all passengers by 1030. From then until 1300 you are off duty. Go and get a decent meal in the canteen at 1200, and be back at the Purser's office at 1300. I will see you there and allocate duties. Now, I want Cabins 3 and 4 to stay - the rest off you go." We knew what was coming, well, not the details, but I saw worried looks on some faces. Were they in trouble? Cabins 1 and 2 took the opportunity of there being no instructions to the contrary to bugger off to the canteen for an early meal. I reminded them that the party would start at 2000, so it would be nearly 3 hours before we ate again. None of us needed encouragement to fill up now though. "What'll happen?" asked Peter. "No idea," said Tim, "what happens is what'll happen." Very deep, my brother. Alan added that planning would remove any aspect of excitement. "We all know it's going to be a major wank, but who does what, and where, is what the fun's about. None of us have come since yesterday night. What about you?" They all agreed that their last ejaculations had also been yesterday. "Good," said Alan, "that means there'll be buckets." Six happy boys grinned six happy grins. We were back on duty at our various stations at 1740. The next two hours were non-stop, although it quietened a bit as dinner approached. I bumped into Charlie, whose eyes were glittering with excitement. "What did he want you lot for?" I asked, knowing that he didn't know that I knew. "He's giving us a treat, and your cabins will get it on the way back," he said. "We're to be in the canteen at 2000 where we'll get a big meal. Then after that we're going to be allowed onto the bridge! Apparently we'll be able to see the lights on the shore by then. After that we get a tour of the engine room. We won't be back until 2300." "Gosh!" seemed to be the only reaction which conveyed the appreciation I felt for Sir's planning. I didn't think he would have been able to persuade the Officer of the Watch and the Chief Engineer to go along with having six boys unless there had been excellent reports of the service we'd all provided. A tiny bit of me wondered about the extra services Cabin 1 and Chris had provided, but I dismissed it quickly. I told him I was envious, but that we'd be excited about the trip back. He went off. It was a pity he wouldn't be with us tonight, but the voyage back would not be without fun - we both knew that. At 1945 I was collecting the stuff from Ryan. It was in two big bags like picnic baskets. As he was up to his eyes in work I didn't stay, but the wink we exchanged sealed the bargain that I would keep with him on the way back. When I got back to the cabin the other two helped me unpack. When it was all spread out I couldn't believe how generous he'd been - or how generous Sir or the head chef had instructed him to be, perhaps. There were little meat pies, chicken legs, a couple of tubs of sauce for dipping into (we had never seen such things, although they're commonplace enough now), little cocktail sausages, six individual fruit tarts, and that was just the food. Contrary to all nautical regulations, no doubt, there were two - two! - bottles of champagne and six tumblers. Wisely he didn't trust six tiddly adolescents with champagne glasses. Ryan had written a little note which said 'I hope you have fun tonight. The fizzy stuff will remove any caution. DO NOT SHAKE IT. R x'. That looked promising, both for tonight and for when I would deliver my thanks to 'R' who had added that important 'x'. When the food and drink were laid out we looked at leach other. "Come on," I said, "the other lot will be at their feast in the canteen, so no-one'll be here apart from our guests. Let's give them the encouragement that they might need." "What do you mean?" asked Alan. "This," I said, and began to strip, "come on." Within moments were all naked, our clothes neatly folded and put away, sitting on our beds awaiting our guests. "What's this about a feast?" said Tim. "Charlie told me earlier - I'll tell you when the others get here." In a few minutes there was a tap at the door. "Come," said three voices in unison, causing us to collapse ion giggles. In they came. "Oh fuck!" said Sam, "you've started." "No, but we didn't want to waste any time," said Alan, "welcome to our den of sin." "Look at the food!" said Peter. "And drink," added Roger. "As soon as you're naked I'll pour the drink," I said. Nothing like champagne as an ice-breaker. The first bottle was soon a dead man, and six tumblers had more wine in that any of us had ever drunk before. We clinked glasses and took our first swig. Much belching ensued. The second swig, quickly followed by the third, saw six empty glasses. "More!" said Roger, but I wasn't going to open the other bottle until much later if things looked like flagging. "Food," I said. We spent ten minutes standing by the food stuffing ourselves, and made a good dent in what Ryan had provided. My only regret was that Charlie wasn't there to share it with me. Tim and I had agreed with Alan that we would start the ball rolling (if it hadn't already) at the same time. When the feeding frenzy died down I exchanged a look and at the same instant all three of us knelt in front of one of the others and engulfed his cock in our mouth. It wasn't planned - we just sucked the nearest cock. I had Sam and Tim had Peter, leaving Alan with Roger whose 'queerness' was now about to be tested. All three cocks, soft and ignored while we were feeding, hardened quickly under our experts ministrations. Sam and Peter, who were self-confessed cock-suckers themselves, relaxed and allowed themselves to enjoy new lips and tongues doing the business. Tim and I each had a pair of hands caressing our heads, so we knew that this was going to be a straightforward journey (but not a dash if we had anything to do with it) to the tape. I decided to concentrate on Sam and pay no attention to Alan and Roger. We'd find out soon enough where that was going. As I've already told you, Sam is a grower. His 4 inches doubles when he's hard, and I couldn't get all of it in my mouth. He's uncut, so I was able to play with his foreskin in my mouth at first. After a couple of minutes he pulled out for a moment, drew back his foreskin and put it back in. The taste was unbelievable. His precum was like honey - I'd never had that that before - and very copious. He whispered, "don't hold back - I can manage several cums, and the first one's near." I reached round and cupped his arse in my hands. To my delight he bent his knees slightly, allowing my fingers into his crack. I could feel his arsehole, but I didn't go any further. Not yet. Until now the noises had been muted, but as Peter approached his orgasm he groaned loudly. Tim was giving him the Mulloy treatment and was rewarded by Peter's "aaaah! fuck!" as he unloaded into him. "Mmmm! Tasty!" said my horny brother, turning to show his mouth full of cum to me. I motioned to him not to swallow just as Sam let go of his load - five good hard spurts. I turned to Tim and opened my mouth. We both moved to a major smooch, much spunk being noisily exchanged. We deliberately made a lot more noise than we usually did - no reason to be quiet, after all, and every reason to get our guests even more fired up. When we broke we looked up to see Peter and Sam kissing as well, their cocks leaking and dribbles of spunk running down their legs. Roger had watched all this with that part of his brain - an increasingly small part - which wasn't with his cock in Alan's mouth. I couldn't tell what he thought about the scene of depravity being enacted before his eyes, and the opportunity to ask was denied me when he bent forward, took hold of Alan's head and roared that he was coming. I was glad that Cabins 3 and 4 were well away having fun of their own. Roger's coming was noisy, as was Alan's slurping to clean the last remnants when he's finally stopped. Alan looked up at Roger and said, "I've been sucking cocks, boys and men, for years and that the hardest squirt I've ever felt in my mouth." Roger seemed pleased by this. "It usually goes a long way," he admitted, "it can be a nuisance finding it sometimes if I have to wipe it up." Not a problem for me, I thought. Mine doesn't go far from home, but then again it's a bit of a waste if cum sees fresh air isn't it? Three temporarily satisfied boys were sitting on our beds. I moved to Peter, forcing Tim to Roger's side and Alan to Sam's. I planned to have sex with each of the three of them, both ways if possible. "You get us off now," I said, "then we'll have a rest and more grub." Sam and Peter bent immediately to their tasks, having no problem with having a cock in their mouth. This was where we would find out about Roger. I was glad it was Tim who had the task, not least because Tim is incredibly sexy. I think he gets it from me. Sam and Peter were well under way and still Roger was hesitant. "Look, Rog," said Tim quietly, "you know how much you shot when Alan sucked you off. That meant that you liked what he was doing. Why do you need to call it 'queer'? It's what we do. It doesn't mean you can't grow up and get married and fuck women. There aren't any women here for you to fuck, but if you play your cards right you'll get to fuck one of us." Roger - or to be exact Roger's cock - found this prospect not uninteresting. "Look," said Tim, "you're just as excited as the rest of us. If you're queer in this room who the hell cares? We don't. Now my cock is begging to be - " but the sentence was never finished as Roger's mouth had found its target. Like so many who come late to something new and exciting - Charlie sprang to mind - once he had overcome his initial hesitation Roger went at it like a man - boy - possessed. "Ow! Mind your teeth," said Tim once, but apart from that the process seemed enjoyable. I wasn't paying a lot of attention as Peter was as good at what he was doing to my cock as I expected him to be. "Nearly there," I murmured. He kept at it and I pulsed three good spurts into his mouth. Unlike Tim Peter wasn't about to share. Alan came a minute or two after me, groaning as he did so. Sam swallowed too - I couldn't blame him as Alan's spunk is really tasty. Roger was doing pretty well and I could sense Tim getting close. He looked over and winked at me. It was fun watching my brother slowly losing control. "Oh! oh! oh!" each 'oh' accompanying a squirt of cum. Roger's face was very red - I think he'd temporarily forgotten how to breathe, and suddenly having a mouthful of spunk had left him with a decision he'd never had to make before. Who would jump? It was my brother's cum, so I said, "You can swallow or you can pass it to me. Choose." Roger pointed at me. I grinned inwardly as it was likely that Roger hadn't thought it through. The only way he could pass it to me was really queer - kissing another boy! Still, he had chosen. I put my lips to his and opened my mouth. I never found out whether Roger opened his mouth to share Tim's cum, or in shocked surprise that he was being kissed by another boy. Either way he opened, my tongue met his, tangled with it, accepted a mouthful of Mulloy cum - a familiar sensation - and I withdrew, briefly kissing his closed lips. "Thanks, Roger," I said after swallowing, "it was as tasty as it always is." "You mean you drink each other's cum?" "It would be a waste just leave it to dry on his belly." Roger shook his head. Sam said, "what matters, Rog, is whether you enjoyed it." "Yes, I did. I loved being sucked off, and I suppose sucking Tim wasn't too bad. I didn't mind the taste, but swallowing was too much." "Well, that's not bad queer stuff for someone who wasn't queer 20 minutes ago," said Peter, putting his arm round Roger's shoulder. "You were very brave, my boy." "Oh, fuck off," said Roger good-naturedly. We had earned refreshment. Soon the food was all gone apart from the fruit tarts. The second bottle of bubbly seemed a good idea. Alan opened it and filled the tumblers. We would soon each have drunk a third of a bottle - nothing for me nowadays, but a great deal for a bunch of adolescents who had never before drunk anything stronger than a little beer. Sam was the first to finish. He looked at Tim, who was lying on his bed next to him. "This stuff is magic, you know. An hour ago you were just another bell boy. Now you're the sexiest creature in the world, and I'm going to fuck the daylights out of you." Tim said that such an occurrence would be agreeable. Well, he didn't actually. What he said was, "8 inches of that up me would be fun." He finished his tumbler and knelt on his bed. Roger blinked, but said nothing. Alan, Peter and I moved to get a better view. I noticed that Peter got comfortable next to Roger. I hadn't known that Sam was into fucking - all we knew was that he and Peter were into sucking. We were about to learn more about our guests. Sam wasn't about to spend time preparing Tim - he wasn't a rimmer. He started to poke his cock in roughly the right area doggy-fashion, and Tim reached round to guide him. When he was in the right place Tim wiggled his arse enticingly and said, "go on then - I'm all yours." Sam pushed and to his great surprise his cock disappeared into Tim's arse. "You're greased up!" "Of course. This is a party and we are good hosts. All three of us are greased up - vaseline, actually," said Alan. He threw the jar to Peter. "You might find this useful," he said with a leer. Sam settled into a rhythm, but it was far too fast to last. I guessed that Sam and fucking were strangers. Still, we were a long way from Southampton and there was plenty of time ... Tim was loving it, cooing and moaning as he does. In other circumstances I'd have been under him dealing with his cock, but I didn't want to obstruct Roger's view. Sam accelerated - like a Boat Race crew he'd smelt the brewery - and as he got faster he got noisier. "Ah! ah! ah! oh fuck I'm nearly there ... ah! aaaaaaaaaaah!" and he pumped spunk deep inside Tim. Tim was as hard as hell, but he hadn't cum. "God, Sam, I could feel your cock right up in me. Four hard shots of cum! Your cockhead gets a lot bigger when you squirt - did you know that?" Sam shook his head. He hadn't known, but he couldn't speak. Sweat was pouring from him. His cock was still in Tim's arse. It was a lovely picture. Alan turned to me. "I need to fuck a 14-year-old as well." Roger sat up. "You're only 14? Wow! Where did you learn all this stuff?" I told him it would take half a lifetime to tell him, but I dropped the seed that I'd learned most of it from a man. Let him think about that for a while. I knelt on my bed. This was going very well, even though little of it had been planned. Alan was far more practised as a fucker than Sam, so Roger (and Peter, come to that) would see something a lot more skilled being done to me. As Alan readied himself Sam's cock slipped out of Tim with a noticeable plop. Spunk slowly rolled out of Tim's arse and began to run down the inside of his thighs. Tim quickly rolled over onto his back and drew his legs up. "Hang on, Alan," I said, "my bother needs help." Sam's spunk was very tasty and soon Tim was nice and clean again. I returned to my kneeling position. Roger's jaw had dropped - but Roger was experiencing so much that was exciting and weird that with luck he would soon stop worrying. The champagne was helping too. "Give them a show," I whispered to Alan, but he needed no bidding. He licked the length of my crack and tongued my hole for a good four or five minutes. Roger's jaw didn't quite dislocate, but it was close thing. Peter decided that Roger's cock looked cold, so he began to warm it in his mouth, while keeping an eye on Alan. At last Alan began to slide his cock into me and I gave a big sigh. Alan's cock isn't big, but it fucks nicely. He fucked me for several minutes while I got harder and harder. As he began to speed up I looked over to Sam. "Can you give me help, Sam, I don't want to mess the bed," and I winked. He was beside me on the bed with his lips fastened round my cock just as Alan pushed right in and sprayed the inside of my arse. Feeling spunk in my arse usually gets me over the edge, and Sam's mouth had its ration of Mulloy spunk to savour. All three guests had now had a taste. Roger was way past caring about the nature of the events unfolding before him. It was up to Alan to take the big step. He went over to where Peter was still sucking Roger, his cock still cummy from his recent incursion up my arse. "Come on Roger, why not fuck me. Get your big fat cock where it belongs." Roger looked at Alan, a tipsy look on his face. "Yeah. Why not?" =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 16 as we learn more abot Roger, and reach New York. 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. ===============================================================================