Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2018 14:24:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys 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 25 At 0700 Sir told us about Roger. He had had his appendix out the afternoon before, and he was doing well. He'd got to the ship's hospital in time - a smile towards me - and he had been very lucky. "If any of you is unwell, don't just lie in bed hoping you'll get better. There are people here who can fix you up, and although I don't suppose appendicitis is all that catching there's always the plague." "Can we visit him?" asked Harry. "Not today, but probably some time tomorrow. I'll ask Matron and tell you tomorrow morning." After the 0700 meeting Charlie said he needed to talk to me. "After breakfast," I said. I wondered what was on his mind - he'd seemed as happy as a lark last night - no, earlier this morning. It was after midnight before we went to bed. Some of the twelve of us were very lively at breakfast time, but neither Mulloy twin fell into that category, nor did Charlie. We were all owls. Just as well, given how we spent our evenings. Andrew and Chris were larks, however, and there was some pointed looks between them as Charlie sat next to me. "Busy night, Charlie?" said Chris. There were three ways of dealing with this. Either I said something, or Charlie said something, or we ignored it. I didn't think Chris was the sort to let it go, and unless he was made to shut up, or at least drop the subject, he would go on being a pain. I didn't think Charlie, so recently out of his shell, was equipped to give the right reply. "Too right, Chris," I said, as cheerfully as I could at that hour, "he and I have been hard at it till the small hours. What about you? Any more luck with the rich ladies?" Charlie blushed, thus tacitly acknowledging that we had indeed been at it, but Chris's blush was far deeper. His failure to reply suggested that his first such encounter was also his last. "Never mind," I said, "there's always tomorrow." I gave him what I hoped he would interpret as a jolly smile, and he had the grace to smile back. "Sorry, Charlie," he mumbled. As we left the canteen Charlie said quietly, "that's what I wanted to talk about. He was very nosy when I got back. I just ignored him, but he wouldn't shut up. I think you managed it though." "I'm a very good liar," I said, "and often the best way is to tell somebody a bit of the truth. That may be all they need to hear. We were at it till the small hours - well, nearly - but I didn't see any need to tell him that we weren't alone. Tim and I, with Alan, have been trying to find out about what the other nine of us got up to. Chris says he only fucks women, but apart from one on the way across to New York I think he's making it up. Dave says he's grown out of wanking and he thinks it's babyish. Stewart and Harry wank each night to annoy him. The plan was to find out whether any of you was up for joining Sir's group, and when we got to six Sir thought that was enough. "I'm lucky then," he said quietly. I didn't know then, of course, how the next 80 years were going to play out, but if I'd paused to think about it I would have said the same thing as I did. "If you hadn't yelped when Alan grabbed your arse I wouldn't have set myself the challenge of getting inside your trousers. And then we wouldn't ... " "I know, Patrick," he said quietly when I was at a loss for words. On such slender threads a life's happiness hangs. "I'm glad that you found what you were looking for in my trousers." The lump in my throat disappeared as I laughed out loud. 0915 brought more business. As I expected there was nothing for me, or for Tim. Sam and Peter gave their reports. As it was their first Sir questioned then about how they had behaved, and whether they had had any difficulties. When he was satisfied that their first solo flights, as it were, had been safely accomplished he turned to Tim and me. "Tim, you tell us please." Tim is a good story-teller and he got a few laughs as he described our encounter with the nobility. "Anything to add, Patrick?" "Only that Phil and I now each know about the other operation. I think that will be good for business for both of us." Sir nodded. All the while Charlie had been agog as tales of lusty couplings were told. I then reported, as Sir required, on the goings-on with Larry and Charlie in the pool. Charlies was less agog now, but I could tell that his embarrassment at having his reactions so vividly described was rather less than his pride at the same achievements. "Thank you, Patrick. Charlie, you have a good teacher. Now, today's appointments," said Sir. "Nothing for the mighty Mulloys today, but you probably need a day off, Patrick," (this with a very old-fashioned look) "Sam is to go to 336 at 1400 and Peter to 422 at the same time. One hour. Charlie, Patrick and I have agreed that I won't be giving you any clients on this voyage. It will be different when we sail for New York again. Any questions? Off you go then." Today was a day when Tim and I would spend a lot of time in our elevators, but Ryan was my first port of call. At 0940 breakfast was winding down and Ryan had a few minutes to talk. His cabin-mate was apparently getting nowhere with his girl, so Ryan would not be able to entertain guests. I could though, and he agreed to come down when he finished at around 2200. "I can only stay for an hour or so," he said, "because my mate gets very curious about who I'm fucking. He knows it's someone, but he thinks it's a girl. I don't intend to change his mind. One day it'll cross his mind to suggest a foursome, but he hasn't thought of it yet." I explained about Charlie, and that an hour would be plenty of time. "You're a good kid, Patrick," he said. The night after tomorrow would be the night Cabins 1 and 2 got the Grand Tour, and it might be possible to get Charlie his fourth man later tomorrow. I went in search of Gus. I wanted to leave Phil to last since he was more plugged in to what we were all up to than Gus was. Gus would be bringing a cock to the party; as well as his cock Phil would be bringing planning and know-how. Gus was on Deck 7 still making beds and tidying. It was an all-day job from the look of it. "Do you have any down-time?" I asked. "I'm on duty from 0700 until 1400, and I get all my staterooms done in that time. Evening duty - turning down beds, that kind of thing - starts at 1800 and I'm done by 2100. By then I'm ready for bed." "Funny you should say that, Gus, since bed is what I want to talk to you about. One of the bell boys wants you to fuck him in our cabin. I told him about our session. Can you tear yourself away for an hour tomorrow afternoon?" "In your cabin you mean?" "Yes. No-one will see you. There will only be three of us." Gus didn't have to think for long. "OK, I'll come straight after I finish at 1400. What's his name?" "Charlie." "OK, Patrick, you and Charlie and I will make sexy music tomorrow afternoon." One down, one to go. I had no idea where I'd find Phil, and then it occurred to me that Larry would be bound to know. I was getting familiar with the pool by now, and it would always have happy memories. I got a big smile from Larry. "Hello, Patrick, changed your mind then?" I grinned. "No, I still want to, but that's not why I'm here. I need to talk to Phil. Where will I find him?" "I thought you'd worked that out. He's the junior butler on Deck 9. That's why you saw him there yesterday. Go up to there and he should be in the Lounge. If he's not you can leave a message." As there were passengers in the pool I merely thanked Larry. Proper thanks would have to wait for a more intimate occasion. I found Phil where Larry had said. I briefly explained what I had so far arranged for Charlie, and that I needed him to be the fourth and last of the men to fuck him before he had his first clients after we left Southampton. "How sure are you that this is wise, Patrick?" he asked. If we were to have a continuing business relationship, never mind a sexual one (and I hoped it would be both), then I had to put him fully in the picture. I told him about Charlie, about how he'd been a week ago, how I'd shown him how to unlock himself ("seduce him, you mean"), how Charlie had become voracious in his sexual appetite, and how we had each found we loved one another. "He's not like the others, Alan, Sam and Peter, Phil, he's the only person in the world I'd - oh, I don't know - die for, I suppose." "Well, kid, that sounds like love to me. And doesn't it bother the two of you that you're fucking with other people - boys, crew members you can probably trust, as well as passengers you know nothing about?" I had to think. "Honestly, no. I love all the sex, but being with Charlie is completely different. I'm sure he feels the same. What we do with passengers we do because Corrigan has recruited us, we're bloody good at it, and we enjoy it. Well, most of the time anyway. When the two of us are together it's as though nothing else matters." "OK, you've convinced me. I'll come and fuck your boyfriend for you. I'm his last test, am I? In that case I'd better be on my best behaviour." I smiled. "So shall I, Phil. Come to our cabin tomorrow night. 2100 all right?" "No, I won't finish until 2200. Will that be too late?" I assured him that it would be just perfect. I was back in my elevator 20 seconds later. It was 1250 and I had the whole afternoon to smile nicely in an available sort of way. Rather worryingly when I went to report to Sir at 1530 I had had two approaches both from men of around 40 - one American and one from somewhere in Europe. His English was good, but I wasn't sufficiently skilled in those days to identify which country he came from. No doubt I would find out in good time. Sir told me that Tim had also netted a fish for tomorrow. Sir looked pleased! "While you're here," he said, "how is Charlie's training proceeding?" "I've got Ryan, a junior chef, coming to the cabin for an hour tonight. He's fucked me and he'll be gentle with Charlie. I've got two men for him tomorrow - Gus, a steward, in the afternoon and Phil at night. It would be good if Phil was able to stay all night - I don't know whether he can - as it would mean Charlie could get fucked three or four times in 12 hours. If he can deal with that he's as ready as we can make him." "And is Charlie happy with all the attention he's getting?" "Oh God, yes," I said, "he's loving every bit of it. Every inch, you might say." "Yes, Patrick, I might. But the important bit is whether you and he are happy with what is going on. I know you and he are very special to each other. Are you sure he isn't going to get hurt?" "No, I'm not, but any of us might get hurt." "I didn't mean hurt like Alan was, I meant hurt in his heart. You two love each other, don't you?" I nodded. "Well take care of him, Patrick. You may be two years younger, but you have the wiser and more experienced head." Sir smiled: he had said enough. "And the same goes for your cock as well. Now bugger off and let me get some work done." He stood up and patted my cheek. "I'm very fond of you, you know." I left feeling rather confused. Luckily no further interest was shown by any of my passengers in anything more than being conveyed. With Ryan tonight, two clients tomorrow, Gus and Phil, Charlie wasn't the only one likely to be getting fucked four times in 12 hours. An awful thought struck me at that moment: what if my clients clashed with Gus? I wouldn't know until 0915, and I'd have to think quickly if I couldn't be with them. I hadn't seen Charlie since Sir's morning meeting, so I was looking forward to telling him about what I had lined up for him. When we packed up for the day he came in to our cabin to see what was happening. "I've invited Ryan to come for an hour at 2200. He'll be fun for you. Tomorrow you'll have two more, Gus at 1400 and Phil at 2200. I hope he'll be able to stay all night. By the morning you'll be a fully fledged Number Six." "You've got it all worked out. It sounds like I have a busy 24 hours in front of me." "Isn't that what you want?" "Of course it is, silly, I was just teasing." I was glad, because a tiny bit of me had worried that I was pushing him far too fast. But he done a lot of catching up in the last week, and seemed to be thriving on it. Falling in love had helped too, I suppose. The other four had heard all this. "Do you want us to go next door for an hour?" asked Peter. I turned to Charlie. "What do you think?" "I don't mind, but seven of us in here is too many for comfort. I don't mind who sees me - I'm not bothered by that at all." He thought for a moment. "I think if Alan and you are here, Patrick, that should be right. Alan should be here to see how well his instruction is being obeyed - (here Alan threw a pillow at him) - and you are my ... ". "Boy friend," said Sam and Peter at the same moment. The pillow now flew in Sam's direction. Tim had said nothing. "Are you OK with this?" I said quietly. "Oh yes. I will probably persuade Sam and Peter to give me a good time." I wasn't convinced he was happy at all, but this wasn't the place to talk about it. Surely he wasn't jealous? I had to sort this out quickly. Like me, Tim could get moody if he got an idea into his head which he didn't like. I had no idea what was bothering him, but I knew that something was, and I suspected that I had caused it in some way. Six years ago we'd have thumped each other to sort out something like this, and as we were twins neither one of us had much advantage. Over the years things pretty much evened out. The trouble was that we weren't 8 any more, nor was this something which could be settled by blows. No, I had hurt him somehow, and I had to put it right. "Come on," I said, "I need a word." He followed me out and we walked to a quiet place where no-one would see us. I put my arms round him. "What have I done to hurt you?" "You haven't done anything, you daft bugger. You and Charlie mean everything to each other, and that makes me happy - really, it does. I hope something like that happens to me one day. I don't blame either of you for being in love. But be honest - how can you feel the same for me as you did a week ago?" I didn't know how to answer him. I felt the same towards him as I always had, and I felt there was room in my heart - two different rooms in fact - for him and Charlie. "I don't know, Tim. All I know is that I do feel the same. You're my brother and we both know that we're the closest friends either of us has ever had. You're still my closest friend; what I feel for Charlie doesn't alter that." An idea came to me. "I've got two clients tomorrow, and it's likely one of them will clash with Gus. Will you be with Charlie when Gus fucks him? I need someone I can trust to see he's OK and I don't think any of the others are right. I know you care as much about Charlie as I do, because he's family, as you put it." Tim smiled. "Of course I will. Don't worry about me - I'll be fine. Maybe I'll fall in love too." I hugged him. "I hope so. It's a great feeling. I love you, and I love Charlie, and I feel ten feet high because of it." Tim reached down, "but not ten feet long, or even ten inches. You'll have to improve down there. Sam's got you beat, not-very-big brother!" Tim had managed to clear the tension. We kissed and went back to the others. As Ryan time approached Tim went off next door to find what comfort he could. I was in little doubt that it would be with Sam. If I could have waved a magic wand it would have been over Sam to make him love Tim as much as Charlie loved me. Just after 2200 Ryan put his head round the door. "Is this where the orgy is tonight?" He saw, as he had done when he came to call a few nights earlier, three naked boys lying back on a bed, all stroking their erect cocks. "Do you always welcome your guests like that?" he asked. "Nice to see you too, Ryan," I said, and introduced the other two. "I'm your special treat," said Charlie. I hadn't briefed him to say that, and as well as being a bit surprised that he was so forward I was pleased that he was able to take the lead in a sexual encounter with a stranger. That was a skill he'd need when he was let loose on passengers. "And a very special treat you are too, Charlie," said Ryan, scooping Charlie up and carrying him to the other bed. "You two can watch and learn from the expert while I give Charlie the fuck of his life." This was said with a wink at me which Charlie couldn't see. Ryan dropped Charlie on his back and whispered in his ear. "Tell me if it hurts, and tell me if there's anything you want me to do." "OK," whispered Charlie, "but you're the expert remember." Ryan lifted Charlie's legs and asked him to keep his knees as near to his ears as he could. Ryan then went to work on Charlie's arse. He put his hands under Charlie's cheeks and lifted his arse off the bed. "Now I can really get to taste you properly, Charlie," he said, and began to lick the secret line from the back of Charlie's balls slowly towards his - and Charlie's - ultimate goal. One gorgeous, hungry, lubricated arsehole. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 26 as Ryan gets going. 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 ... 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