Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2017 18:00:30 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell-boys Chapter 5 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 5 By 10 o'clock and we were well out into the English Channel. It had been an exhausting, if interesting, day. The first passengers came on board at around 11 this morning, and it was a constant stream until we set sail at 5. The elevators must have got red hot with all the movement! No sign of anything else red hot though. Mind you, it was early days. I got smiles from most of the passengers, but nothing out of the ordinary. The clever ones will have made a mental note (about me, and for all I know all the others as well), ready for doing something about it later in the voyage. But if you were a man after sex with boys you wouldn't delay too long, so if there's to be any action I'd expect it tomorrow or the next day. After all, you'd want to fuck me more than once, wouldn't you? Before I settled down for the night though I pointed out to Alan that it was my turn with him tonight. He perked up at this, having thought that there wasn't going to be any action tonight. Tim grumbled, but when I said that he'd had Alan all to himself yesterday it was only fair that he - Alan - should be given the earliest opportunity to remind himself about the older of the Mulloy twins, and to be able to choose the better for his future pleasure. "But you were being fucked by Sir!" he protested. "Why not let Sir know you want him to fuck you then? After all, he fucks Alan. Tell him you feel left out." "You know, I will. Tomorrow." He paused. "Can I watch?" he asked quietly. "Course you can," said Alan. "You can join it too if you really must" I added. We were all already naked, and Alan quickly came across to my bed where I laid myself out X-shaped, all innocent and vulnerable, my boy bits hot and hard. I closed my eyes. "Take me!" I said dramatically, hoping that new and interesting things might be done to me. I felt Alan's lips on my cock and his fingers gently stroking my balls. I wanted him to have full access, so I raised my arse invitingly. He took the hint, and his fingers ran back along my crack towards my arsehole. We both knew that it would be well lined with vaseline (and we both knew that Sir would provide a lot more tomorrow). Alan moved so that he was kneeling between my legs, and he lifted my ankles. Good, I thought, this is going to be fun: Alan knows how to do this properly. Sir wasn't a considerate fucker - it was hard and satisfying, but it left something to be desired. Too much urgency. I wondered how long Alan could make it last. Alan tongued my perineum while very very gently wanking me. He pulled my foreskin back, and although I couldn't see it, he indicated to Tim that he should join us. The next thing I knew was Tim blowing through pursed lips a cold draught on my wet cock head. He'd never done it before, so I guess Alan must have done it to him yesterday while I was suffering an unspeakable fate at Sir's hands (cock, actually). It was extremely erotic, and my cock pulsed, a drop of pre-cum being Tim's reward. Tim, like me, was disinclined to waste good nourishment, so my cock was nicely licked. My brother licking my naked cock head, my new friend licking my arsehole - what more could a 14-year-old want? It to go on a lot longer (not grammatical, but when two tongues are lapping at your most sensitive parts, grammatical felicity disappears pretty quickly). "Give me some fingers," I said quietly. Alan obliged with a finger which my arse drew in as far as it would go. He moved around until he found what he was hunting for, and my cock pulsed another drop - quite a few drops this time - for Tim to enjoy. Great things prostates! "More?" "Yes. I can take three, maybe four." Two more fingers were soon tunnelling up inside me, stretching my arse nicely. I have always - well, not always, but since Father Corrigan started fucking me - been very turned on by the feeling of my arse being really stretched wide. There's a fine dividing line between pleasure and pain in that area (and in plenty of others, as I would come to learn) and having something deep inside me whose girth made the boundary very close was what I really craved. Odd, though, that a fucking great dildo stuck up me was far less sexy than a hand or a cock of the same girth. But I digress. Three fingers were soon joined by a fourth. I felt it wasn't going to be possible to take Alan's fist: he had quite big hands. I knew Tim could fist me (and I him), so I decided we would put on a fisting show for Alan in a day or two. I'm digressing again. Four fingers were in as far as Alan could reach. Tim was blowing on my cock, and I was dripping fairly freely. "Fuck time?" whispered Alan from down by my balls. "Yeah. Slow and deep. Make it last." Alan repositioned himself and as he slowly pushed his cock into me he leant towards my ear and whispered, "there are two ways to fuck you: fast and slow, and there's two places to cum: up your arse and on your belly. The same when I fuck Tim. I plan to do all four with each of you before we get back to Southampton." "Good," I murmured, "likewise. This time you come inside, OK?" "OK." Alan settled into a nice rhythm, slow in, but deep, slower out, almost all the way, slow in ... "Suck me, Tim," I panted. Tim's lips and tongue engulfed my cock, hot and wet. His tongue roamed all over my head and down the shaft: we know how we like it. Alan began to speed up, and my body began to tense as well. Alan, silent until now, began to groan gently each time his cock plunged in, harder and faster now, harder, faster, faster, then ... a big groan, a pulse of his cock, spunk squirting out up into me, another, another, Alan's collapsed on me, Tim is sucking, I'm cuming in Tim's mouth, aaah! aaah! aaah! Stillness apart from heavy breathing as Alan, still on top of me, and I gradually recover. Then suddenly Tim's spunk flies out of his cock as he wanks himself onto Alan's back. Tim collapses. The bed shudders, but withstands the demand put upon it. It had been a busy day. ***** 0700 parade brought nothing new. 0915 was more interesting though. Alan and I had agreed beforehand that I would take the lead in reporting sexual activity to Sir, so I told him what we'd done last night. Sir obviously enjoyed the vicarious pleasure of hearing about teen sex. You could tell. "Nothing to tell you about approaches from passengers," he said, "but I expect there will be some today. Anything else?" Tim spoke up. "Sir, you've fucked Alan and Patrick. When will it be my turn?" Sir hadn't expected such forwardness, but he wasn't fazed by it. "Patrick will have told you the arrangement. I will give you a message telling you where and when. Your choice is whether I suck you or fuck you. I choose where." "I want to be fucked, please Sir." "Very well, now off you go. Do not cum until you are with me." He turned to me. "Here's the vaseline you asked for; there's plenty more if you need it." As we left I wondered whether we three would take it in turns, or whether Sir expected us to be inventive, as Tim had been. "Alan," I said when we were outside, "you know him. What do you think he wants to do with us?" "You mean apart from being available to be fucked by rich buggers who pay him well for our innocent little bodies?" "Little?" said Tim indignantly. "Shut up, this is serious," I said. Tim put his arm round me. "I know, I'm sorry," and gave me a smile. Alan said he wasn't sure. All he knew was what Sir had done with him over the last year. "I'll tell you more tonight," he said, "we're already late." I had a busy morning on elevator duty. I was fairly sure that one of the men yesterday rode with me twice today, but on both occasions there was someone else. The second time he gave me a big smile as he left. I nodded imperceptibly - nothing ventured, nothing won - and kept looking for him to make another journey, but nothing happened. When I went to the cabin before our lunch break there was an envelope on Tim's bed, so I put it in my pocket to give to him. Our lunch was early, at 1110 in the crew canteen, and I met him there. "Here, this was on your bed," I said. "Have you opened it?" "Course not - you can see it's still stuck down. What does it say?" Tim opened it and found a small piece of paper, just like the one I'd had yesterday. "Arse 2000. Shower at 1830." "Same as me," I said. If it's anything like yesterday it'll be hard, and nothing like as good as his brother. Still, you'll enjoy it," and I ruffled his hair. He grinned. Both of us knew that a fuck was a fuck, and that in a forest of fucks there would be plenty of really good ones to make up for the perfunctory ones. Alan came over to join us. "Any luck?" he asked. Tim shook his head. "Well, I 've had an approach," said Alan. "A first class passenger rode in my elevator four times this morning, each time standing pretty close to me. The first three times there were other people, but the fourth time he was the only passenger. As soon as the door closed he turned to me and asked right out if he could be friends with me. 'What do you mean, Sir?' I said, all innocent. 'I think you know, boy.'" "What did you do?" asked Tim. "I did what we're supposed to do. I got his cabin number and said he would be contacted." "What did he do?" I asked. "He smiled and gave me half a crown. 'I hope so, boy, I hope so' he said. As we reached his floor he squeezed my cock gently just before the door opened." "Have you been to see Sir yet?" asked Tim. "No, I'm going as soon as I've eaten. I'll let you know what happens." "Too fucking right you'll let us know," I said, "we're all in this together. All the gruesome details will add to our normal teenage lusts when it's bedtime, Alan." "That presupposes I'll be there at bedtime," said Alan with a grin, "here's hoping!" He ate quickly, keen no doubt to be the first cherry to be plucked on Sir's tree. Tim and I were left wondering who'd be next. "Have you had any sniff yet?" he asked. "One, I think, but nothing definite. It's early though. Let's meet in the cabin at 1430." We would have half an hour's break, and I intended to spend some time in cabin 4 then to see the lie of the land there. Chris, Andrew and Charlie might offer some prospects. All I knew about Andrew (one of Tim's targets) was that Charlie and he seemed to have no interests in common. If Charlie's interests were centred on his Calvinism then Andrew might be fertile territory for Tim. I told him all I knew. "See what you can find out when we call on them this afternoon," I said. "OK." By 1430 I had something much more interesting to report though. When I got to the cabin Tim was waiting. "You're late," he said. It was 1433. "Sorry, but you'll be interested. My elevator man finally bit ten minutes ago. He rode with me twice, each time with other people, and the second time he was the last out of the elevator. When he got out on Deck 7 he looked round and, seeing no-one there, got back in again. I knew we wouldn't have much time as it was lunch time for the passengers, so I took my courage in both hands and looked him in the eye. Smile, Patrick, like Sir said, I thought. "How far would you like to go, Sir?" "Oh Christ, kid, are you real?" "Oh yes, Sir, I'm real all right." "How about all the way?" he said. I told him to give me his cabin number and he would be contacted. I'm late because I went to tell Sir." "What did he say?" "He told me I was the second." Tim sighed. "Never mind," I said, "you've got Sir to look forward to." "Oh, fuck off." "Listen, Tim," I said, pulling him towards me and holding him, "don't forget I love you, and you are all I've got." "And you're all I've got," he murmured into my shoulder. I drew back so that I could kiss him. Our lips and tongues reinforced our love for a couple of minutes. "Can't have you cumming, kid, or Sir will whip you." "Now there's an idea," said my evil brother with a twinkle. "Come on, let's visit cabin 4." We knocked politely - after all, like cabin 2 they might already have initiated a regular wank-fest. "Come in," in a Welsh voice. Chris was on his own. We sat on an empty bed and began to chat about how the day was going. Chris, it seemed, was run off his feet with constantly carrying messages about the ship. "Run off my fucking feet," was how he put it. It was too good an opportunity to miss, even though Chris was on Alan's list. "Would you prefer it if the fucking was on your back?" I asked with a defensive grin firmly plastered on my innocent lips (just in case he took offence). "Only if she's really pretty," he said. It was an answer which suggested that Alan shouldn't spend too much time on him. So this was Charlie's 'noisy child'. I could see that if Chris was into fucking girls it would cause delicate Calvinist Charlie some unease, especially if Chris, like any normal 16-year-old who'd probably never fucked a girl anyway, kept banging on about it. At that point Andrew came in and Charlie rather pointedly left. This was not the happiest of cabins, it would seem. Sir would have to be told - the last thing any of us wanted was an unhappy set of bell boys. "What's with him?" asked Tim tactlessly. "We had a row yesterday evening. Charlie tried to calm us down, but Chris got very riled. I like Charlie, though he's really up his own arse with religion. I wish he'd just be a normal teenager, but I don't think he knows how." "I agree," I said, "that's how I find him too, but when we were going round the ship practising for the test I spent time with him, and I think he's thawing a bit." Tim giggled. "I like this idea of Charlie being up his own arse," he said, "I wish I could do that." "You'd have to have really big one," said Andrew, and if mine was that big I'd rather stick it in my mouth than up my arse." "You sound like a man we can do business with, Andrew," I said. "Neither Tim nor I can reach our mouths or our arses, so he does me and I do him. It works very well." The silence would reveal whether Andrew was sufficiently interested in the thought of twins nibbling on each other to wish to play at triplets. The silence deepened. Nobody moved. "Yeah, OK," he said eventually, "that sounds worth doing. Can I join in some time?" "Glad to have you aboard, shipmate," I said, "but it won't be in this sexless cabin." Cabin 1 are at each other without pause (no harm in exaggerating when you're fishing) and I know that Cabin 2 have wanking sessions. Not sure whether they fuck, but a few weeks at sea might change that." "How the hell do you know all this? You're the youngest two and yet you seem to be the ..." He couldn't find a word. "Sexiest?" suggested Tim. "No, although you certainly are sexy, I think I meant something like most advanced." I was pleased, and so was Tim. That was what we'd both been feeling for some weeks now. It was interesting that in three months of on-land training there had been virtually no sexual exploration, yet stick 12 boys on a ship and the spunk was flying. Odd stuff, sea. As it was nearly 1500 and duty called the three of us got up. "We'll fix a time soon," I said, and Andrew nodded. "Good." When we sat down to eat at 1810 Andrew made a point of sitting between Tim and me. Alan joined us, as did Charlie. There was no sign of Chris. "I wonder where Chris is," said Tim. Had Charlie not been there I would have ventured the thought that he might have been fucking a pretty girl on his back, but I bit it back. There was still no sign of him by the time we'd finished. As we left I whispered to Andrew "why not come and see us at 2015?" "OK." After he'd gone Alan asked what that had been about. "You'll find out at 2015. I think it'll be worth the wait." "Aren't you assuming that there's no notes from Sir on our beds?" I had forgotten about that. "Let's wait and see," I said. At 1830 Tim went to the shower to make himself lovely. Neither Alan's bed nor mine had any instructions. Sir would probably not have had time to make the arrangements yet, and our giving ourselves for his profit would not now happen until tomorrow. That meant, putting it coarsely, that Alan and I would enjoy a free ride with Andrew. I told Alan about what we had discovered that afternoon. "You can forget about Chris," I said, "he's a woman's man, or thinks he is. There's no point in wasting time. Sam and Harry may prove worth while though." We had another hour on duty - it was assumed that passengers could manage the elevators unassisted after 1945. As we went back on duty it did occur to me that if bell boys were in parts of the ship when they were not on duty, and passengers used the opportunity of conversation with a bell boy in those circumstances, then passengers with unusual requirements might profitably learn how those requirements might be met. Sir would no doubt get in touch; money would change hands; boys would oblige. I put these thoughts to Alan, who expressed agreement, not untinged with envy for my having brought them to his attention. "You are one smart bugger, Patrick," he said. "True on both counts. Now let's see if we can hook a nice rich fish each." Alas no fish were biting. Tim presented himself at Sir's door at 2000 ("Come.") and Alan and I awaited Andrew in cabin 1 at 2015. There was a soft tap. "Come." Five people were about to explore each other. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 6 as we settle down to a life at sea. 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. ===============================================================================