Date: Sat, 3 Feb 2018 16:17:37 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 17 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 17 When Sir gave us our instructions for the return voyage there weren't any changes. He told us that he would be making several changes when we'd completed the first round trip, but that until then the daily routines would be the same. We three had an idea what some of these changes would be, but none of the others had any idea, and there was much wondering about what he could have meant. We were unlikely yet to have attracted that attention of any possible clients, so tonight and tomorrow would be free from passenger action. All the more reason, therefore, to make the best use of the next 24 hours. As we left Sir and headed for the elevators Alan told me that he had interesting news about Harry. "Tell you later," he said annoyingly as we reached our post. An idea had occurred to me, and if it worked I would be able to kill two, perhaps even three, birds with one stone. It would need careful handling though. When we had our mid-afternoon break I persuaded Alan that spending the night in Peter's bed was worth doing. "Why?" he said, "I think it's a great idea, but what are you up to?" "If it works I'll tell you in the morning, I promise. Trust me." "I do, you know that." "OK, get Peter on his own and see if he's up for it. If he is, tell him you'll come to his cabin at 2200 and stay the night." I could see that Alan found the idea highly exciting, and I had no doubt that Peter would too. "What about Harry?" I asked. "Well, I remembered what you and Tim got up to with Larry, so I thought it might be fun to go up there with Harry when there were no passengers on board to find Larry and say I was your cabin-mate and could two horny bell boys have a quick swim? The worst that could happen was that he would say 'no'. Anyway, I told Harry that I was hoping for a swim, and was he interested. He jumped at it. Larry was a bit doubtful, but when I said that it was only 1210 and that we'd be out by 1230 he relented. I can see what you see in him, by the way. I took Harry into the changing room, and of course neither of us had any swimming costume. 'I'm going in as I am' I said, 'no-one'll see'. He wasn't too happy, but when he saw I was serious he shrugged his shoulders and got out of his uniform. That was the moment I was waiting for. 'My God!' I said, 'you've got the biggest cock I've ever seen'. He grinned. 'Yes, and it doesn't just look good, it performs too.' Now, just when I wanted to know more, we had to go for our bloody swim, didn't we. Anyway, when we were drying ourselves I rubbed my cock and got it half stiff. 'I envy you,' I said, 'having a big one. What did you mean about it performing?' He looked a bit sheepish, but it turns out that he and Stewart annoy Dave by wanking each night. Dave's too grown-up for wanking, so when they discovered that it was a green light for teasing the silly bugger." This was all very interesting, but wanking with another 16-year-old wasn't the same thing as qualifying for Sir's gang. However it at least opened a door. "Well done. Did he let you get your hands on it?" "I didn't try." An opportunity wasted, I thought. "Still, that means you'll be less shagged out by the time you crawl in beside Peter," I said, "always assuming you get invited." Next I had to get Sam to spend another night with us. When I found him and suggested it he practically bit my hand off. "You bet!" he said. "Come at 2200." "OK. I'll be there." I couldn't do anything about the next part of the plan until 2100, so I did some extra elevator duty. No harm in having the goods on display, after all. I didn't have any takers, but I thought there might have been some window-shopping going on. No doubt we'd find out in due course. I saw Peter outside one of the elevators after a while and he told me that Alan had suggested they bunk up together for the night. "I hope you agreed," I said, "he very sexy boy." "I know," said Peter with a smile, "we intend to wear each other out." The pieces were beginning to drop into place nicely. At 2100 I was in the galley. They were getting used to seeing me up there now, and I meant to keep it that way. I saw Ryan and went over to speak to him. "Hello, Patrick, did you like New York?" "It looked wonderful," I said, "but we didn't get off, of course." There was no-one nearby so I lowered my voice. "I want to thank you for what you did for us yesterday, and I'm really keen to make a good job of it. Trouble is I'm bursting to thank you as soon as I can." "Me too, Patrick, I think being thanked by you is going to be something special." "Well, I have an idea. Why not come to our cabin tonight? You can stay as long as you like and I can thank you as many times as we can manage." "I can't come to your cabin - it's not allowed." "Who will find out? I'm not going to tell anyone, and if you go before Corrigan bangs on the door at 0630 no-one will ever know." "It's tempting, Patrick ... oh, dammit, yes, OK. I'll come at about 2230 when we've finished here. My cabin-mate might be pleased as it gives him the chance to get his girl in, assuming he's got that far. He's certainly been trying." I told him where our cabin was and left him to think about what was in store. I found Tim and put him in the picture. I explained exactly what I was up to. "I think Ryan's very sexy, and it'll be fun messing about with him. I've got Alan to sleep in Peter's bed tonight, and Sam'll be in with us - in your bed if you'll let him." Tim was agreeable to this proposal: I could tell. "So it'll be three of us with Ryan. "Why?" he asked. "The real point is to find our whether Sam is interested in sex with men. If he enjoys tonight with Ryan he'll be willing to come back for more. Next time we can try Peter." Tim whistled. "You've got it planned, haven't you." I reminded him that we had told Sir we ought to know about most, if not all, of the other nine within a month. "It would be good if we could bring him another boy to join the group by the time we get to Southampton. "And you think Sam's the most likely?" "Yes. Peter's a possibility too, but we can only really tackle one at a time." I then filled him in with Alan's news about Harry and Stewart. "I'll try to get Stewart on his own soon," he said. At 2200 Alan was getting ready to go next door. "Have fun," I said. "Oh, I will. Don't worry. Should we tell Sir, do you think?" I hadn't thought about that. My first inclination was to keep him in the dark, but then I remembered that this morning he had put his head round the door, so keeping him in the dark wouldn't be clever. "Yes. He isn't going to object to our having it off with other boys, but he will object if he finds out and we haven't told him at the next 0915 session. You tell him. If he gets cross I will explain why. Now go and give Peter's balls some exercise." As he left Sam came in. "I like all this partying," he said, "it makes the voyage much more fun!" I explained to Sam that we were expecting one of the junior chefs as well. "He provided the food and drink last night, and as he clearly fancies boys Tim and I want to give him our thanks in a way he'll remember. If you want to thank him as well I'm sure he'll be very happy, but it's up to you. Either way you've got Tim to play with - all night if you want." Sam thought about this. "What's this man like?" he asked. "His name's Ryan and he's not that much older than you are - 20, I'd say. He's very good-looking and I know he fancies me. I haven't seen him with his clothes off, so your guess about what his body is like is as good as mine. But we'll soon find out. He'll be here in 15 minutes, so let's get ready for him." "How do you mean, 'get ready'?" Tim answered for me. "When he comes in I want him to see three naked boys with hard cocks and their arses nicely greased ready for fucking. The sooner someone gets his cock up my arse the sooner I'll be a happy boy. Patrick gets first crack at Ryan, so you get me, Sam, but after that it's every boy for himself." I couldn't judge from Sam's reaction whether he was keen on the idea of Ryan getting off with him or nor. He certainly didn't run away in horror though, so there was a good chance he might join in. At just after 2230 there was a soft tap. I opened the door and Ryan came in quickly. He was surprised to see three boys, but since the three boys he saw were stark bollock naked with fine erections, his surprise instantly turned to enthusiasm. "I didn't realise it was a party," he said. "Every night is party night in here," I said, "and you're here so that I can thank you for last night's party. But I can't start thanking you while you still have your clothes on." Ryan stripped quickly, revealing a slim muscular body. He was about 5'9", and weighed around 10 stone. He had a little body hair, and his uncut cock rose from a dark bush. It was half stiff and about 7 inches. His balls hung low. I would soon discover that his arse crack wasn't very hairy, and while I was making that discovery Tim and Sam, who had a better view, could see that his cock, fully erect by then, was a good bit bigger than Sam's 8-incher. Tim was investigating Sam's arse and Sam was loving it. All three of us knew that they were probably hard at it next door, so we saw no real need to stifle our sounds of pleasure. I licked Ryan's crack, gradually spending more time on his arsehole. I tongued it vigorously, and Ryan's moans told me he was loving it as much as I was. I pressed a finger in and he pushed back onto me. "More?" "Yeah, a lot more, Patrick, I love what you're doing back there. No-one's done that for months." I gave him the Rufus treatment which, from his instant reaction, was new to him. I didn't want him to cum, not then, and not there, so as soon as he had had the massive twitch I took my fingers out. "More of that after you've fucked me," I said, "and that's what's happening next. How do you want me?" "Kneel," he said, "and I'll give your arse the treatment you've just given me." Ryan spent a happy ten minutes with his tongue, and then three fingers. "Can you get another in?" I asked. He tried, but his hand was just too big. All that chopping food had given him big hands. By this time Sam and Tim had had their first orgasms - I had heard them, but not seen what they'd done - and they were sitting propped up in Tim's bed with their arms round each other, watching Ryan. Tim saw that I wasn't going to get more than three fingers up me. He hopped over to my bed and pulled Ryan's hand away. "Watch," he said, and my lovely brother then gave my arse the benefit of his whole fist. Ryan knew about fisting, but Sam hadn't seen it, or even knew that queers did it. "Fuck! that looks hot. Doesn't it hurt?" Three guys all said 'no' at the same moment. Ryan, who had the best view, said that it did hurt a bit at first, but like being fucked, the pain was soon forgotten. Tim knew that he could make me cum quite easily by moving his fist in the right way, so once he'd git in well in he left it there and just let me enjoy the warm feeling of being stretched and filled. I purred like a cat. "Oh Christ! that's so fucking hot, Tim." Tim took his hand out, smiled at Ryan and said "he needs your 9 inches, and he needs them now." He went back to Sam and I could just hear him mutter "and I need your 8 inches again if you can get it up again. You're a fantastic fuck." No boy thus praised could resist, and Sam gave his cock a few strokes. Ryan was up my arse and Sam was up Tim's. The Mulloys were being spitted together. It wasn't a race, because both of them wanted to prolong it. Ryan was turning out to be a very skilful lover, and Sam had cum only about 15 minutes earlier. Tim and I were facing each other, and we maintained eye contact pretty well throughout. With big cocks up us we were both likely to cum while we were being fucked, but neither of us was in danger of coming all that soon. Ryan reached round and stroked my cock in time with his fucking. I pushed back, trying to get another inch of him up into my guts. After several minutes he pulled out and flipped me onto my back. "I prefer it this way," I murmured, "I get to see your face." He smiled. "Me too, Patrick." He put his gorgeous cock back in slowly, inch by inch. I put my ankles behind his neck and drew him as far in as I could. I could see the other two were copying us, and Sam was leaning down to Tim for a kiss. What a lucky bunch we were! All this fucking and so much more to come. Ryan began to accelerate and his breathing was becoming ragged. His eyes closed and sweat appeared on his forehead. "Yes, Ryan, I feel it coming. Fill me up, pour your hot spunk up into me, let me feel your cum ... harder, harder." He gave another deep groan, rammed into me as deep as he could and let fly. I could feel his cockhead swell, and in my mind's eye I saw his piss-slit open and a ribbon of thick creamy spunk hurtle out and into my warm wet arse. His cockhead was 9 inches from daylight, and the force with which his spunk was shot from his cock would have taken it a foot or more if the walls of my arse hadn 't got in the way. As it was I had a large quantity of Ryan's juice washing the walls of my guts. Just at that moment, assisted in the last few seconds by my fist, my cock shot my own ribbon high up above my sweaty belly, catching Ryan on his chest before rolling down and landing in his pubes. "Oh God, Ryan, you're a magic fucker." "You too, kid," he said. I found I liked being called 'kid', especially just after someone's had a massive cum with me. Sam came then, and Tim, who had already shot onto his belly, squeezed him with his thighs. I looked over and saw that they were enjoying a tonguefest. Sam was clearly perfectly happy performing with another twosome - and a man - close by. "That was great.," I said after Ryan had slipped out and we were lying somewhat stickily in each other's arms. "How about you give Sam the treatment? His cock's nearly as big as yours." Either Sam would refuse, or he would grin, looking forward to it when Ryan git his energy back. "What about it, Sam?" asked Ryan, "are you up for it?" Tim and I held our breath. We needn't have bothered. "You bet," said Sam, "that cock of yours is too good to miss. Just as soon as you're ready, old man." "Cheeky sod" said Ryan, "I'll get you for that," and he leapt off our bed and pounced on Sam, pinning him down - Tim hastily got out of the way - and tickling him. Sam was laughing quite loudly, and we had to shut him up. It was nearly midnight and whereas Cabin 2 could probably tolerate moans and groans, the sounds of merriment weren't exactly tactful. Ryan stopped tickling and instead started to caress Sam's body, stroking and occasionally licking. Sam was putty in Ryan's hands. Tim got into my bed beside me - quite like the Liverpool days - and we settled back to watch. It was highly erotic. Ryan played Sam like a violin and Sam responded with ecstatic sighs. I thought Sam had been fired up by his fucks with Tim, but Ryan brought him to a new pitch of excitement. The moment came when Sam took Ryan's face in his hands, looked him closely in the eyes, and said quietly, "fuck me now, please ... pleeeease." Ryan got on his back and Sam lowered his hungry arse onto the 9 inches waiting eagerly to penetrate the 16-year-old. Their fuck was intense: it didn't last long - three minutes maybe - but Sam's face throughout was a joy to behold. When they both came, only a few seconds apart, the electricity was palpable. Sam collapsed onto Ryan and within a couple of minutes they were fast asleep, still with Sam's spunk cooling on Ryan's belly. Tim, in my arms, turned to me and whispered, "I think he's one of us, don't you?" "Yes. I'll tell him about Sir's gang tomorrow and see if he's as happy to be fucked by passengers of 50 as he is by sexy Ryan." "He was a good find, Patrick." "Ryan? Yes, but he found me really. We're just both very sexy kids, aren't we?" And we too were asleep, coiled together, within two minutes. But not until we'd kissed and reminded each other how much we loved him. It was only then that I realized I hadn't spoken to Charlie all day. Ryan woke well before Sir's knock - in our excitement last night none of us had had a piss, so by about 0500 bladders were protesting. Ryan dressed quietly, gave me a quick kiss, "thanks, Patrick. We must do this again," and he was off. Sam came to when Ryan was moving about, thought about going back to his own bed, and decided not to. "Did I dream all that?" he muttered before going back to sleep. 0700 saw us all on parade for Sir. As we were leaving I motioned for Sam to stay with me. "We have to talk," I said. We left the others on their way to breakfast and found a quiet corner. "Look," I said, "you seemed to enjoy messing about with a grown man as much as you do with other boys." "More, I think," he said, "a bigger cock gets me more excited. Mine's bigger than most and I really liked what Ryan did." "Good. Would you like to have sex with more men - passengers, maybe?" "What do you mean?" "Just tell me - yes or no - whether you're up for sex with passengers." Sam didn't have to think. "Of course," he said, "but how are you going to fix it?" I told him about Sir's little helpers; he was amazed. "And you three have been fucking passengers on the way across?" "Well, being fucked mostly, but yes. Do you want to join?" "You bet!" "In that case forget your main duties and meet me outside Sir's at 0914. Don't be late, and don't breathe a word to anyone." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 18 as we make more interesting discoveries. 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. ===============================================================================