Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2018 11:35:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys

Queen Mary Bell-boys by badboi666

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Chapter 32

Andrew's earlier fuckings - and suckings, come to that - had never lasted
very long: never long enough for Andrew.  Having filled Charlie only half
an hour or so earlier there was a good chance this time that he might be
able to keep himself from coming for a respectable time.  I had a bet with
myself that if I counted seconds I wouldn't reach 500.  Andrew started to
fuck nice and slowly, and Tim writhed as his prostate got the full
treatment.  Tim had no need to hold back, and I was fairly sure he would
come quite quickly and stay impaled on Andrew while a second coming was
conjured up.  Twins know that kind of thing, and I was ready for Tim's eyes
to glaze and his head to go back. "Watch this, Andrew," I said, just in
time for Andrew to open his eyes and see Tim's cock swell as he pulled his
foreskin back to let the spunk fly with the greatest pressure.  I was glad
that none of it went on Andrew's face as that would have put him off his
stroke, but his chest was plentifully coated.  If I'd been the only
spectator I'd have been licking the cum from Andrew's chest before Tim had
fired the last volley, but There were four others who fed on Tim's cum much
less often that I did, and good manners held me back.  I made a 'look at
that' eye contact with Alan, who shook his head, and with Peter, who also
shook his head.  Sam was next invited and I could tell that he was keen,
but - gentleman that he is - he said quietly, "go on, Charlie.  I can get
my fill of that any time."  So it was Charlie's tongue which dwelt lovingly
on Andrew's chest, and which traced Tim's lines of ecstasy and savoured
them.  When Andrew - who kept up his rhythm while Charlie was busy - was
clean, if still wet, Charlie came back to me and cuddled in to me.  "He
tastes a lot like you. I'm not sure I could tell the difference."  It would
be fun to put it to the test one day.

While Charlie was telling me that I reached 450 and Andrew showed no sign
that he was getting close.  Tim would be loving every second of this.  His
cock was half-soft - or was it half-hard?  He reached down to give it a
little encouragement.  It was Peter who advanced things.  I remembered that
Sam had tweaked Peter's nipples when we were putting Roger to the test, and
Peter had reacted spectacularly.  Peter now did the same to Andrew, and
Andrew's reaction was immediate.  He thrust into Tim harder and further and
began to fuck at an astonishing rate.  From being silent he was now
grunting and moaning with each thrust, and Tim, never one to be left out,
was happily doing the same.  We could never have got away with this if
there had been anyone in the other cabins.  "Oh, oh," groaned Andrew, and
with one last dive deep into Tim he cried, "cummmmming!" and did just that
at precisely the moment that Tim unleashed another flood and I got to 487.
Not bad, I thought.  This time Sam, as was proper, cleaned his boyfriend's
bounty from exhausted Andrew.

It had always been somewhat optimistic to expect that Andrew would get
through all six of us.  He was completely whacked, and there was no
likelihood that, whatever Alan might do, he would be able to fuck me.  But
I had been fucked by him ten days earlier, and so it wasn't as though I was
missing out completely.  I did have one requirement though.

Alan was still flat out on his back.  His cock had slipped out of Tim's
arse and Tim had wriggled forward over Andrew's belly, allowing the cum to
dribble out there.  Alan went over and sat beside Andrew.  "I'll let you
off," he said, "I think you deserve a rest."  "Me too," I said.  Andrew
started to get up.  "I'd better be getting back."  "Not smelling like
that," said Tim, "you need a shower," and Andrew struggled up.  "Not so
fast," I said, "I'm happy to let you off giving me a fuck, but there are
other things you can do for me."  Andrew looked blank, then a grin started
to appear.  "Yes, OK, if you want."  I said that I did want.  "Come on, all
of you," I said.

As there was no-one else there we paraded naked, half-hard in some cases,
covered in cum in at least one case (although I had no idea who might have
cum on whom while I was watching Andrew and Tim - they had been very
quiet), and went into the showers.  "I'm on the floor," I said, "who wants
to join me?"

Five of Sir's gang knew exactly what I meant.  Only Peter had no experience
of what was going to happen.  However Sir would expect all his boys to be
willing to play this particular game, and Peter was about to find out what
it was about.  As I pulled Andrew along to the shower I had noticed Alan
whispering to Peter, who drew back in surprise.  Alan went on whispering
and it looked as though Peter wasn't too keen.  This was a problem I hadn't
foreseen, but it was too late to do anything about it now.

When we had all arrived, not without a fair amount of giggling, I said,
"who's going to join me on the floor?  There's room for three of us down
here and four up top.  Then when they're empty anyone who wants to can swap
places.  Peter said, "this is weird.  Are we going to piss on you?"
"That's the idea," said Tim, "and I'm going to be on the floor with
Patrick.  Who's joining us?"  To my surprise Alan got down.  The three of
us were on our backs side by side, as close together as we could get.  Sam
and Charlie were either side of us, and told Andrew to stand at our heads
and Peter at our feet.  "Let go when you want," I said, "and aim for my
cock."  "I want it on my chest," said Alan.  "Cock for me," said Tim.
Almost immediately Sam and Charlie started to piss.  They had got over any
inhibition about actually starting to piss when they were doing it on
someone.  Andrew took a bit longer, but after ten seconds or so he too was
spraying it where it was wanted.  Only Peter was still unable - or
unwilling - to piss on us.  I sensed trouble.  "I can't," he said.

After a minute the other three had empty bladders.  Sam and Charlie took
Tim's and my places - they were happy to receive as well as to give.  I
could see that Alan was feeling awkward, but it wasn't something I could do
anything about, so I concentrated on Andrew.  "Did you enjoy that?" I
asked, "you certainly seemed to when you pissed on my back the other
night."  "I was half asleep then, and I wasn't sure I hadn't dreamt it."
"You were real all right, and you were real just now.  Do you want to try
being on the floor while we piss on you?"  He was thinking about it.  "Come
on, Andrew, it's fun," said Charlie, " you'll never know if you never try."
Andrew made up his mind.  "OK."  Alan got up and went to put his arm round
Peter' shoulder.  They were whispering again, but I decided not to notice.
After all, there were three naked boys lying at our feet waiting to be
hosed down by Mulloy piss.  "Ready, brother?"  "Ready, brother."

Tim sprayed Sam and I sprayed Charlie, then we exchanged looks and slowly
walked round the two of them so that we were both aiming at Andrew.  Sam
and Charlie were rubbing their hands over their pissy bodies, and wanking
themselves.  Our bladders soon emptied and we knelt down on our boyfriends,
hugging them and enjoying the sensation of pissy skin on pissy skin.
Andrew, sandwiched between them, just lay there.  I looked at him.  "Enjoy
that?"  "Oh fuck, yes.  It's unlike anything I've done before."  I grinned.

We needed to shower, and soon we were all free from pissy smells.  I
noticed Peter go into the toilet, and assumed he would be able to piss
there.  Alan had gone with him.  When we got out and dried ourselves
Charlie, Andrew and I went to our cabin to get Andrew's clothes.  Before he
put them on se both kissed him, rather to his surprise.  "I haven't kissed
a guy before."  "No," said Charlie, "but you haven't been pissed on
either," and he gave him another, much longer, kiss.  Knowing Charlie I was
sure that lips opened and tongues played.  Andrew's arms went round Charlie
- Andrew was enjoying it.  They broke apart.  "Good night," he said, "that
was some party."  We said good night, and he went away to wherever the
newly promoted were quartered.

Charlie and I went next door where Sam and Tim were sitting replaying the
evening's fun.  Tim was instantly aware of the awkwardness with Peter.
"How can we have been so silly not to think he might not be up for
pissing?" he said, "this makes things difficult."  I agreed.  "Why is it
difficult?" asked Charlie.  I explained that all of Sir's boys had to be
willing to do anything that a client might require, because Sir didn't
always know in advance what was wanted.  "And even if we don't much like
it," said Tim, "we've got to let the client think we're in seventh heaven.
I don't think Peter can fake liking being pissed on, not if he can't piss
himself."  "What do we do?" said Sam.  "Nothing," I said, "Alan will try to
sort it out, and I imagine they're talking about it right now.  Tomorrow
morning we'll know.  I'm for bed.  See you two in the morning," and I
kissed Sam and Tim good-night.

Charlie and I didn't bother moving the beds - we slept in each other's arms
in the middle of where all the fun had been taking place.  Before I fell
asleep I thought of Tim and Sam curled up next door, and of Alan and Peter.
I didn't envy Alan.

*****

Next morning the 0700 meeting was very brief.  There were only six of us.
"You know what to do: be at the Purser's office for any last-minute panics.
Come here at 1200 please."  Sir was keen to get on with whatever he had to
do, so we left as soon as he'd finished.  I didn't detect any cooling-off
between Alan and Peter, but I had to know what the position was.  I nudged
Alan's arm.  "Come with me," I said.  The others went off for a quick
breakfast.

"What's happening about Peter?" I said, "we can't have someone who won't
piss on them if that's what clients want."  "I know, and we talked about it
for a long time last night.  I like him and he likes me - not like you and
Charlie, but, well, we like each other.  I asked him what the difficulty
was.  He said he didn't know.  It wasn't that he was disgusted by it, he
said he was sure of that, but he couldn't make himself piss.  He said he
knew it sounded lame."  "Did he say what he wanted to happen?"  "No.  I
think he was embarrassed by not joining in, because he could see that the
rest of us were loving it - even Andrew - but he doesn't know what to do."
"What do you think should happen?"  This was a facer for Alan.  He was,
after all, one of the original team, and he and Sir had been at it for some
time before that.  Come to that, it was probably what Sir did with Alan
that had put the idea of a boy ring on Queen Mary in Sir's mind in the
first place.  "I don't know," he said after a few moments.  "I like Peter,
but if he's going to be difficult he won't fit in.  A bit of me thinks that
we should have had Andrew instead, but it's too late for that now.  It's a
bugger whichever way you look at it."  I agreed.  "Let me talk to Sir about
it - he'll have to know about Peter and piss anyway - and he can decide
what to do."  Alan was relieved to have the responsibility for any decision
lifted from his shoulders.  "Thanks, Patrick.  Let's not say anything to
the others."  "Of course not, now let's eat.  All that activity last night
leaves me wanting to eat a horse."

We spent a couple of hours on call at the Purser's office, and were amazed
at how senseless some of the passengers were.  The things that some of them
hadn't thought about would fill a book - but not this one.  By 1030 the
ship was clear and the six of us set about making the changes to our
cabins.  It didn't take very long luckily, and the two men that Sir had
sent to help helped us do everything in about half an hour.  Cabins 1, 2
and 3 each had two beds (which were moved together in cabins 1 and 2 after
the men had gone) while cabin 4 kept three (which could be made into a huge
play area were there any passengers who wished to play there.  So far this
hadn't happened, but like good scouts we were prepared).  The men took the
other three beds away.

As Sir had asked us all to see him at 1200 I had to get in before then to
discuss the Peter problem.  I knew he'd be busy, but I also knew that he
would have to sort it out as soon as possible.  I knocked on his door at
1055.  "Come."  When I put my head in he wasn't too pleased.  "I thought I
said 1200, Patrick."  "Yes, I'm sorry, but I think we may have a problem,
and you need to know about it before 1200."  "Very well, sit down and tell
me about it."

I told him briefly what had happened last night.  "Why did you invite
Andrew?"  "Because some of us had fucked him or been fucked by him before,
and it was our last chance to do it again."  Sir smiled.  "And was it worth
it?"  I nodded, "Oh yes, he's a great performer."  "So what's the problem?
He won't blab to the others surely?"  I said that Andrew wasn't the
problem, but Peter, and I explained why.  "I think we may have chosen the
wrong boy," I said, "and that's my fault."  Sir asked me what I thought
ought to be done.  I said that we couldn't really have one member of the
group who wouldn't do everything - it just wouldn't work.  It wasn't too
late to include Andrew and to somehow get rid of Peter.  "The trouble is I
don't know how.  If he thinks he's been sacked then he's likely to moan
about it, and that's the last thing any of us wants."  Sir thought about
it.  "I think I agree about getting rid of him.  Would Andrew be willing to
join?"  I said I wasn't certain, but I thought it very likely.  He had,
after all, been a willing participant in both fucking and being fucked.
"But only by you boys," pointed out Sir. "How would you deal with Peter?" I
asked.  "Oh, that's easy," said Sir, "he gets promoted like the others and
told that if he breathes a word of what we're up to he'll be off the ship
at the next port.  It will help him keep his mouth shut if he's bribed too.
I think I can handle that all right.  What will Alan feel?  And the other
four?"  I said that Alan and Peter weren't an item, that they liked each
other, but nothing more.  "That's a relief," said Sir, "I can't afford
three bloody couples."  "I don't think any of them will be worried,
especially if Andrew joins.  What matters is the team, and that each of us
is the same."  Sir nodded gravely.  "Except you, Patrick.  Every team has
to have a captain."  Now it was my turn to blush.  "Well done.  That can't
have been easy.  Leave it all to me, but you must still all come at 1200."
It was now 1115.  Sir didn't have much time.  As I left he was picking up
the internal telephone.  When we gathered at Sir's door a few minutes
before 1200 there was no sign of Peter.  The rest of us had been out on
deck looking at Southampton - not as exciting a prospect as New York, but
it was home - and hadn't been together.  So when there was no Peter no-one
was surprised at first.  At 1200 I worked out that Peter wasn't coming, and
I knocked.  "Come."

Peter and Andrew were both in there.  "Sit down, you five," said Sir.  We
joined the other two, squeezed onto the sofa with two of us perched on the
arms.  It would have been cosy if it wasn't so tense.  Sir told us what had
happened.

"Patrick has told me about what happened in the shower last night.  I have
explained to Peter that I can't have a boy who isn't willing to indulge in
piss play if that's what a client wants, and had paid for.  Peter has been
very honest and has explained his feelings to me.  He will leave our group
and I have given him the choice of having one of the promoted positions
which the other four now have, or of leaving the ship if that's what he
prefers.  I have told him that if he chooses to leave the ship he will
receive a cash payment to keep his mouth shut about what has happened in
the last two weeks.  He has had some minutes to think about it.  Peter,
what is your choice?"

Peter stood up.  "I'm really sorry Sir, and Patrick.  I've enjoyed fucking
and doing other stuff with all of you, and if I'm honest I've enjoyed what
I've done with passengers.  But I can't bring myself to do the pissing
thing.  Sir, your offer of money is very generous, and that's what I'm
going to accept.  My family will welcome it.  You have my word that I will
say nothing about anything that's happened."  Sir stood up and shook
Peter's hand.  "I'm proud of you, Peter, that can't have been easy for you
to say.  Come with me now - the rest of you, stay here."

When Sir came back 20 minutes later Peter had packed his stuff together and
he and Sir had left the ship.  At the foot of the crew gangway they had
shaken hands again, and Sir had given Peter travel documents for his
journey home to Edinburgh and £50 - a vast sum in those days.

"Well now, Andrew, have you had time to think about what I said to you?
Have you talked to these sinners about it?"  He had thought, and the five
of us had explained enthusiastically about what he might be letting himself
in for.  "I'd like to join," he said, "I haven't had sex with a man, but
I'm sure in my own mind, after fucking about with this lot, that I'm queer,
so why not?"  Sir smiled.  "Good," he said, "that makes life easier for all
of us.  Patrick will, I'm sure, be happy to organise the same kind of
training which he provided for Charlie."  This time it was Charlie who
blushed.  "Now bugger off, the lot of you, and let me get on with what
Cunard pay me for.  Back here at 1700 please.  Elevators from 1330 when the
passengers start to appear.  Andrew, go and collect your kit and put it in
cabin 3.  Alan, go with him.  If you see any of the others don't explain,
but I hope you won't see them if you go now.  I will make sure they hear
about the change."

I found out later that Sir had told Harry that Peter had left the ship
because of a sudden family crisis and that Andrew had been brought back to
elevator duty.  Harry soon spread the word, and the others were all
satisfied, their satisfaction tinged with alarm that one of them might
suddenly be de-promoted.  They steered pretty clear of us after that.

The six of us - the new six - left Sir's room in a strange mood.  We were
sorry to see Peter go, as he had been a fun member of the team.  On the
other hand our adventure last night with Andrew promised much more of the
same.  We sat together for our meal, and there was nobody else near us to
overhear our conversation.  As soon as we had our food in front of us
Andrew said, "I don't think any of your training is going to be needed,
Patrick, I'm happy to get fucked by passengers as soon as you like."  It
was Charlie who told him that the training had involved being fucked by, as
he put it, 'very nice crew members'.  Andrew thought for a moment.  "How
about I take on clients with the rest of you, and if I feel I need a
refresher course I can apply for training with one of Charlie's nice crew
members?"  The general laughter put an end to any thought that Andrew
wasn't up for whatever Sir presented him with.

Passengers started to board at 1330 and we were all at our elevators
smartly turned out, as Sir had said what seemed like half a lifetime ago:
always visible, always available, always willing, always smiling.  So far
availability had been very productive.  Tim and I had amassed a
considerable sum of money, and there was every expectation that Mulloy lips
and arses would soon be earning a whole lot more.


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The fun continues in Chapter 33 as we set off for New York again.  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.
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