Date: Tue, 6 Feb 2018 08:46:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 18 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 18 Neither Tim nor Alan was surprised to see Sam as we lined up outside Sir's door. On the word 'come' we trooped in. Sir looked up. "Patrick, I assume you know what you're doing." I explained about last night, much to Sam's embarrassment, and said that I'd asked him whether he wanted to join us. "His words were 'fuck yes.' Sir. I assume you'll want to talk to him yourself. I think it's possible that Peter may also be interested, but we won't know for another day or two. May we try?" "Of course, Patrick. Now to business. I've not had any approaches yet, so the three of you should go to your elevators and smile nicely, as I'm sure you always do. You know the drill. Off you go. Sam, stay here please." When we met for our meal break we found Cabin 4 there as usual. Chris was going on about his hopes for more fucks with rich females (I wondered about 'rich': was he expecting them to whisk him away to a life of sybaritic idleness? Surely not: what he wanted was lots of fucking, so the wealth of the women was surely unimportant. I don't understand heterosexuals). Andrew was excited about having seen New York. Charlie was quiet. After we'd eaten and the others were leaving I made him wait. "Is anything wrong, Charlie - you seem subdued? How was the treat?" He took a moment before replying. "The treat was good - we had a really good meal and the visit to the bridge was really interesting. The engines were good too, but it was very noisy and I didn't hear everything they told us. I hope your cabins get the same on the way back." "Well, Sir said we would. Someone had to be first, and I'm glad it was you." As we were alone I squeezed his hand. "Charlie," I said, "I'm very fond of you. I don't feel right if you're unhappy about something. What's up?" "I'm all confused," he said sadly. "What we did in the pool was so exciting, and what we did in bed was even better. Maybe I'm expecting too much, but when you had a party I felt so left out." "How did you know we had a party?" "I heard Roger telling Andrew about it." "Well, our cabins had to do something while you were having a feast - you couldn't do both, could you?" "No, I suppose not ... but I'd much rather have been with you." Charlie looked at me. "Patrick, you're the only friend I've ever had. I've only known you for a few months, and for most of that time we didn't speak much. I was a shy boy still afraid of the world outside my little community. I'd never known any other boys my ow n age. Can you imagine what that was like? And can you imagine what happened to me that night with you in the pool? It was as though my whole soul was being turned inside out. The feelings in my cock were like rainbows pouring out of me. I don't know any words to tell you what I feel but ... oh, I ... I ... oh, hell, you're really special to me." I hugged him. There wasn't anyone nearby, but even if there had been I couldn't have cared less. Charlie was the first person in the world who said he loved me who wasn't family. "I know, Charlie, I can tell," I whispered. "How can you know?" said Charlie, distressed by the intensity of his emotion. "Because ... you're special to me too." One has to be so careful with words in situations like this. He broke away. "You don't mean that; you're just saying it to make me feel good." I held his arms. "No, you're wrong. I didn't know how I felt about you until a minute ago, but I know now. You've somehow got inside me, and I feel - oh, I don't know, I feel different. I love Tim, but I feel about you in a different way." You will be familiar with these feelings, I expect, and with the bewilderment both Charlie and I felt at experiencing them, and at acknowledging them. Being a teenager was not without its moments of inexplicable joy and alarm, all mixed up together. Neither of us had felt like this before. "What should we do?" he said. "We don't have to do anything. We're bell boys on Queen Mary and we've already missed breakfast. One thing is sure, we don't tell anyone else. Let's just enjoy the feeling we have for each other in as many ways as we can." "Can we, you know, do it together?" I smiled. "Of course we can 'do it', as you put it - as often as we can. But we can share time together without sex." "I'd like that," he said simply. We had a long, long road in front of us. What about Sir? Was my happily fucking passengers somehow cheating? What would Charlie think if he knew? Could I really love him if I still looked forward to a continuing life of being a whore? Was I taking a huge risk of damaging him, given his declaration? After all, I had a bloody sight more experience of life, and of emotional turmoil, than he did, even though he was two years older. Oh dear! "Come on," I said, "we've work to do. We don't want to give the others something to gossip about." I went to the elevators and he went to the Purser's office. "See you later," he said with a smile. Now I really had to think. Luckily going up and down in an elevator is pretty mindless, and I didn't have to make an effort to smile - certainly not after what Charlie had said. I couldn't just walk away from what Sir was doing, and I knew that I was the leading light in thinking about how we could improve it. No, the only way was to involve Charlie too. That would not be an easy task, and I would have to take each step very carefully. Sam was on board, and Peter was the next likely target. That made five. If - a big if - Charlie would become number six we'd probably have enough. By the time we reached Southampton I would have to let Sir know. I had five days. I didn't attract any interest from passengers luckily. When I took someone down to the Purser's deck there was Sam waiting. "Quick," he said, "take us up." I closed the doors - no-one was getting in anyway - and we rode up. "What did Sir say?" I asked. "Oh, he's happy all right. I'm part of the team now. He made me strip and he had a good look." "And sucked you off, I expect. It's what he does." "Yeah. It was OK, but ... well, he's a bit old." I pointed out that most of the likely clients would be old too. "Being fucked by Ryan was great, but do you think you'll enjoy being fucked by men of 50?" "Well, it's a bit late now. You'll have to give me hints - Sir told me you're the expert." I assured him that he would be well briefed. I was going to have to get Sir to make some changes in the cabin arrangements for future voyages. "What do you think about Peter?" I asked, "is he up for it, do you think?" Sam wasn't sure. "Roger certainly isn't, but Peter might be. Why don't you find out the same way you found out about me?" He said this with a broad grin, so evidently he was happy about being a guinea pig with Ryan. I had Gus to 'reward', so it might well work. "Good idea," I said, "don't tell him though. And don't tell anyone about Sir's gang." He walked down back to the lower deck, and I went off in search of Gus. He was making beds on Deck 7 and was working alone. When I found him I slipped into the stateroom and closed the door. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I've come to thank you again for the other day, and to fix up the reward I promised you." His eyebrows rose. "I don't expect a reward, Patrick." "But I want to give you one," I said, "and the reward is me tonight, all night. In case you're worried it will be as much fun for me as it will be for you." He laughed. "Are you really saying I can fuck you all night?" "No, only that I'm willing to let you try. Whether you can or not is up to you." "Cheeky bugger," he said, "OK, I'll come." I told him when, and where. I didn't mention that there would be two other bell boys there as well. Ryan hadn't been fazed by having an audience, and I didn't imagine Gus would either. I saw Tim briefly and told him that we'd repeat last night only with Peter and Gus. "Who's Gus." "He's the steward on Deck 7 who let Alan and me in to steal those bastards' passports." "What's he like?" "About 25, slim like Ryan, a bit taller. We'll find out about the more interesting bits tonight." "Well done, Patrick." I felt a bit guilty not telling him about Charlie. All in good time, I thought. The next job was seeing Peter. I had no doubt that Alan would be happy to bunk up with Sam tonight, and Sam would probably enjoy getting close to one of his new colleagues. It was over half an hour before I had another couple of passengers going to see the Purser. When I let them out I saw Peter and beckoned him into the elevator. "I don't have much time," I said, "we'd like it if you came and spent the night with us tonight, like Sam did yesterday. I don't know if he told you, but we had a busy night. You can imagine,". "I'd like that," he said, "if it's fucking you're offering." I assured him it was. "See you at 2200." Alan readily agreed, knowing that while we were finding out about Peter he would be enjoying a hot night with Sam and his 8 inches. The afternoon was largely uneventful, although one journey did produce an approach. An American of about 40 rode several times before he was lucky and found me alone. His approach was direct. "Do you fuck, kid?" There had been smiles and much eye contact during his earlier trips, but I wasn't prepared for such brisk enquiry. He was pleased to learn that I did, and he was informed of the procedure. I went to tell Sir. Business would start again tomorrow. When we had our afternoon break I told the other two, and found that each of them had had an approach as well. Sir's coffers would soon hear the chink of more gold. Later Alan went off next door for a night with Sam and Roger. A few moments afterwards Peter appeared and sat down on Alan's bed. "What do you know about this Gus guy?" he asked. Tim shrugged, "he's Patrick's find." I told them that he was a steward in First Class and that I'd met him when we were all over the ship before the first sailing. I didn't say anything about our more recent dealings with him: that would remain a tightly guarded secret known only to Cabin 1 and guessed at by Sir. "You'll see more of him in a few minutes - I haven't had sex with him, but it was obvious when we met that he was interested in sex with me. Tonight is the first time we've got together. I don't suppose his interest in boys will stop with me, and that's what tonight's about. Tim is up for anything - what about you?" Peter said that he was up for anything too, but he'd never fooled about with a man before, so he wasn't sure about how he'd feel when the time came. "That's fine - no-one's going to have to do anything he doesn't want to. This is about fun, after all." Peter grinned. "It'll be fun all right." Tim stood up and began to strip, and I did the same. "What are you doing?" asked Peter. "We want Gus to see what we are offering as soon as he gets here," said Tim, "it works better that way. If you've still got your uniform on he won't see how sexy you are, and you don't want that, do you?" Peter agreed, and soon three naked teenagers were lying on their beds stroking their cocks. When there was a tap at the door and a quiet 'come in' Gus came in quickly to join us. "Blimey!" he said, "you don't hang around, do you, Patrick." Tim and Peter introduced themselves, as they hoped he would to them. "Nice to see you," said Gus. "We want to see you as well," said Tim, and Gus was soon as naked as we were. His cock was still soft, but at over 6 inches there was every likelihood that it would soon be a good bit bigger. It was thicker than Ryan's, but not excessively so. He was uncut and his belly and pubes were hairy. Peter was fascinated at his first encounter with man-cock, and I guessed he would likely be joining us. But being fascinated with a cock however, and willingly accepting any old cock which presented itself, were not the same thing. It would depend on how he responded to a big fat cock up his arse. Boys were one thing: this would be different. But this was no time for theoretical musings. There was fucking to be done, and as Gus was my guest, and was here because I needed to thank him for services provided, I had to be the first boy offered to him. "Come on, Gus, I need to get to know you better," and I did the old whore's thing of patting the bed beside me and licking my lips. Gus laughed. "God, Patrick, you're quite the professional!" If only you knew, I thought. As soon as he sat down beside me it wasn't my lips I was licking. Gus's cock slid into my mouth and I could feel his heart beat as it pulsed into full erection. It's a really erotic sensation having a cock in your mouth while it goes - or you make it go - from soft to hard in about 10 seconds. To judge from the sounds he made Gus was as keen on what was happening as I was. "Mmmm," was all that was necessary. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Tim was performing the same service for Peter, whose reaction was to hold Tim's head in his hands and pull him even further onto his cock. The party was in full swing. I took my mouth off Gus's cock and slowly peeled his foreskin back, blowing cold air onto his wet cockhead through pursed lips. "Aaaah! where did you learn that trick?" he said, "it feels great." "A bit like your cock then," was all the answer I gave before readmitting it to my mouth. I sucked and licked and used my fingers to feel his balls. Gus fell backwards. "My arse feels sort of left out," he said. "You've come to the right place," I assured him, "we specialise in arse play here. I have several fingers - you many can you take?" "Oh," said he, "a boy with challenges!" I took his cock out of my mouth and looked him in the eye. "Gus, you're here for the night if you want - well, until around six - and in that time you get to do what you like with each of us. I want you to fuck me, but we don't have to do that first. I love what I do to a guy's arse, and if you want me to play down there I'll be the happiest boy on the Atlantic." Gus laughed. "OK, get back to work. I'll tell you when I've had enough." I decided I would see whether I could fist him, but that would take time. If I knew Tim and Peter they would have finished their first cum long before I got Gus there, so it was likely that one of them, probably Tim, would see that lips would be welcome on Gus's cock while I was busy elsewhere. I licked along his perineum. Gus like that. I concentrated on his arsehole with my tongue, getting it as far in as I could. My tongue, while being pretty good at what it does, isn't very long, so Gus was soon begging for fingers. There was no point in doing it gradually, so I put some vaseline on and started with two and a minute or two later in went the important third. Again I tipped my metaphorical hat to Rufus and Gus's prostate got the full treatment. "Aaaah!" and to my delight a fine quantity of cum shot from Gus's cock up onto his chest. Tim was across like a shot licking it up, and Gus was quick to lift Tim's face to his. Peter was witness to his first man-boy cum swap. "Wow" was all he said. "Like that?" I asked, my fingers still well inside Gus. "God yes." "Want to join us here?" "Peter wants to fuck you Gus, are you OK with that?" I said. "Oh God, yes," moaned Gus, "I'm so fucking hot I want to be fucked by all of you." I indicated that there was a distinct possibility that his wish might be granted, "but only," I added, "if you fuck us too." Gus nodded. Peter lifted Gus's legs and positioned his cock at his arsehole. "There's vaseline there, so you should get in all right," I said, and Peter pushed his cock into the first adult arse of his life. Gus sighed happily. Peter began to fuck, but he hadn't learnt to time himself yet, and it was only a couple of minutes before he pushed deep and groaned as his spunk jetted into Gus. Peter would have to learn to slow down if he was going to become part of the team - still, there was no great hurry. His cock slipped out, as did a large quantity of cum. Tim had had Gus's, so this was mine. I lapped it up and swallowed, licking Gus nice and clean. If the test we had set - of Gus fucking Peter - was to be taken we had to give Gus time to recover, and Peter would have to be his first fuck. "Well, Gus, you'll need time to recover after you came while I fingered you, so lie back and enjoy the show Tim and I are going to give you. Then, when you're ready, you can fuck Peter while we 14-year-olds carry on." "14!" said Gus, "I thought you had to be 16 at least." "Ah well," said Tim, "we lied about our ages because we wanted to serve our country. It's worth it though, and you get to fuck real boys, not just hairy adolescents." This was a bit unfair to our other guest who, although certainly an adolescent, wasn't particularly hairy (a nice treasure trail, a neat bush, and nothing on his balls or his arse, since you ask). Peter snuggled down beside Gus to watch the floor show. "Before we start," I said, "I promised to tell you what getting into 733 was all about," and I gave him the details, including the reason. That Alan had had sex with passengers was news to both Peter and Gus, and I wanted to see if they reacted. Peter just grinned: I think he had begun to work out that something was going on. I wondered if he realised that he was having a job interview right at that moment. Gus didn't seem surprised either - for all I knew there was a similar scheme, or perhaps just an informal one, run by bedroom stewards. No-one else among the crew had better access to passengers, after all. I whispered to Tim, "can we start with a 69, then fist each other in that position do you think?" We'd fisted each other often enough, but never at the same time. "We might as well try," he whispered back. Two brothers, both alike in dignity, got into their 69 position. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 19 as we involve Sam. 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. ===============================================================================