Date: Tue, 2 Jan 2018 22:36:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 6 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 6 Andrew came in, a large grin on his face. "You've no idea how much I've been looking forward to this," he said, "the atmosphere in our cabin is awful. I'm desperate to cum ... where's Tim? Is he not joining us?" I thought a lie the best reply, at least for the time being. "No, he's busy somewhere," I said, "I don't suppose he'll be back for a while." Andrew's cock's desire banished all thought of finding out more about Tim's whereabouts. Alan said, "what do you want to do, Andrew?" "Cum. Twice if I can - it's been days." "Well, we do everything," Alan said, "will that help, or do you just want to wank yourself?" "Patrick said that he and Tim sucked each other off - no-one's ever sucked my cock, but it sounds pretty exciting." "Oh, it is, believe me," I said, reaching over to the noticeable bulge in Andrew's trousers. "Get these off and we'll get down to business. You don't need a detailed description of the next half hour. All three of us were quickly naked and Andrew's earlier remark that if he had had one big enough to stick up his arse he'd rather it were in his mouth proved not all that far from reality. Not in what Roger had described as Sam's range of 8 inches, but a good 7 inches of hot uncut Glasgow boyhood. The first time he came, 69ing with me, was all of 10 seconds after I got my mouth round it, so great was his urgency. I don't remember having had such a quantity of spunk in my mouth before. Andrew had been overcome with shame at having lasted so short a time, but Alan assured him (for my mouth was full) that he should not be 'such a silly fucker', explaining that we all came fast the first time. And indeed his second cum - this time in Alan's mouth - didn't happen until Alan had spent six or seven minutes ministering to poor Andrew's needs. Mind you, it was my finger up his arse that took him over the edge. Alan and I hadn't cum by then, and as Andrew needed recovery time - he was insistent that his balls could face a third demand on their resources - he said he would watch us fucking. "I've never seen anyone fucking before," he said. Nowadays, of course (in 2018), every 16-year-old has been watching porn movies on the internet ever since he worked out that his cock did more than piss, but in those days even 'feelthy pictures' were beyond the experience of 16-year-olds. Society has come a long way, and this 95-year-old is eternally grateful. In 1936, however, the only fucking Andrew was going to see was happening live right before his eyes. So far Alan had fucked Tim and me, so I told him that I was going to fuck him. "Good" was his only reply. I decided that Andrew should have the full 5 star experience (and Alan too, of course). After 10 minutes of rimming ("Are you licking his arsehole?" from Andrew. I was too busy to reply and Alan saw no real point in replying to what was clearly a rhetorical question) Alan was getting keen - very keen - on having something longer and harder than my tongue playing around back there. Just as I was getting the vaseline where it was needed there was a soft tap at the door. "That'll be Tim," I said, "he knew we would be busy." I unbolted the door and he came in. "Wow!" he said, "it looks like you could use some help." I wondered what he meant, but when he pointed to Andrew, sitting with his stiff cock in his hand it was evident that the help was to be provided there. After a further 15 minutes all four of us were fully satisfied. I had fucked Alan from behind, cumming in his arse a short while before he wanked himself onto the bed sheets (his bed, luckily). Andrew's eyes had been out on stalks as he watched us at it, Tim stroking him softly until Andrew started to twitch. Tim knows the signs, so when Andrew came for the third time it was in the younger Mulloy mouth. Tim swallowed, told Andrew that his cum was tasty, stood up in front of the still out-of-it Andrew, and wanked himself onto Andrew's belly. Looking over from the tangled heap that was Alan and me I was surprised at the volume, and Tim saw the quizzical look on my face. "Someone knocked before we finished, so he kicked me out fast." Tim turned back to Andrew. "Will I lick that up, or do you want it?" Andrew's hesitation gave Tim time to decide for himself, and his cum was instantly in his mouth. Tim looked a question at me. I said to Andrew, "it's still in his mouth. He wants to know if you want to share. You know, kissing." Andrew shrugged his shoulders, "yeah, why not," and two pairs of teenagers were soon kissing furiously, lips, tongues, hands exploring bodies as though there hadn't already been six orgasms in under an hour. We broke apart. Alan and I sat on my bed, leaving Alan's pool of cum to dry, and the other two on Tim's. "Was that fun?" I asked Andrew, "feel like doing it again some time?" "How about tomorrow?" said Andrew, keen to make the most of his expanded horizon. "Fine by us," said a chorus of three Cabin 1 dwellers. "We should talk before you go, though," I said, "Alan said that we do everything, and that's true. You've cum in all three of our mouths, and you've seen us fucking. Will you suck us off? Will you fuck one of us? Will you let one of us fuck you? No ... " (he was about to answer) "don't tell us now. Tell us tomorrow after you've slept on it and spent another wankless night with Chris and Charlie." Andrew grinned. "I couldn't manage another even if I spend the night here." Tim demurred. "Oh, I think we might conjure one up with you." "Off you go," said Alan, "we'll talk some time tomorrow." Andrew put his uniform back on and was about to go. "Hang on," I said, "you've forgotten something." "What?" "This," and I kissed him gently on the lips. "It's our secret sign that we like you," I said, "and that we like your cock too." Andrew grinned again, kissed me back and decided that Tim and Alan really ought to be kissed as well. "Good night," he whispered, and was gone. "Well," said Alan, "that was fun." "And unexpected," I added. "Should we tell him about Sir?" asked Tim. I wasn't keen. "No, not until we know a lot more about him and what he's willing to do. It's one thing for a 16-year-old to muck about with other boys, but quite another for him to be willing to be fucked by grown men. If we get him that far it'll take time, and there's no hurry. Let's just take it gradually. The first thing we need to know is whether he's willing to be fucked. Alan, you're the biggest, it should be your cock that takes his cherry." Alan smiled. "I'll enjoy that," he said. ***** The following morning we were keen to see what Sir might tell us at 0915. After I had reported yesterday night's goings-on with Andrew Sir asked whether I thought that he might be a useful recruit. "Not yet. He hasn't fucked or been fucked. Alan's agreed to fuck him, probably tonight, and if he enjoys that then the idea of being fucked by adult men can easily crop up in conversation." "Good boy, Patrick, keep me informed. Now to business. Alan, you are to report to Stateroom 962 at 1500. Your host will tell you what he wants. Make sure you shower and take the vaseline. Patrick, you are wanted in Stateroom 721 at 1530. Same instructions, but your host has special requirements." I wondered what that might mean. "You are to have a full bladder." Piss! This was something Tim and I had done occasionally in the bath, but not with Father Corrigan. "I see you are pleased, Patrick." "Yes, Sir. I hope I come up to expectations." "I'm sure you will," said Sir with a smile. "There is no fixed time you are to spend with the clients, but I'd like you to make a note of when you leave, and tell me tomorrow morning. Tim, I've nothing for you yet, but don't worry, I'm sure there will be demand for you soon. Any questions? No? Then off you go." Alan and I grinned at each other as we left. "This is it then," he said, "I wonder what we're in for." "We'll find out soon enough," I said. "Lucky bastards," said Tim, "I didn't get fucked by Sir yesterday and I'm not getting fucked today." "Never mind," I said, "your turn's bound to come soon. Just be patient - after all, you're nearly as cute as I am. Go and take charge of an elevator and see whether you have any luck." Tim went off muttering that he wanted all the gory details tonight - "that's if you're not spending the night with the clients." It was still only 0940, and I had over five hours before I would have to get ready. I could try to make contact with one of my targets - not Roger as I knew he was up for mischief at some stage and I wasn't going to be able to oblige today, not if I wanted to have several ballsful for this afternoon's excitement. I decided to let Fate decide whether my path crossed Charlie's or Dave's. I knew nothing about Dave at all except that he came from South Wales. Cabin 3 - Dave's lot - were stationed at the Purser's Office. I headed there and found where bell-boys lined up awaiting duty. Dave was there with Chris. "Dave," I said, "I have a special duty this afternoon and I need someone to operate my elevator while I'm away. Will you do it? It's from 1500 for a couple of hours." Dave's eyes lit up. "Yeah, sure. This is really boring. Operating an elevator is bound to be more interesting." "Come on then and I'll show you what to do." We went to my elevator and he rode up and down a few times with me showing him the control. It took about five seconds to master it, but I was in no hurry and nor was Dave. We had a few passengers, but otherwise it was a quiet time of day. I took the elevator to the top deck and we waited there. There was no-one about - just the two of us. I scratched my balls. "God, this uniform is hot! I'm on fire down there," I said. Dave grinned. "Yeah, it's a tight fit all right. I got a hard-on yesterday and there was no room for me to hide it." "What did you do?" "What could I do - I was on duty at the Purser's Office, and you saw how we all line up like so many fucking soldiers." "You heard The Boss say that if we needed to piss we should be quick about it. Couldn't you have gone for a quick wank?" The thought now had words: would he respond? "I don't do that any more," he said, "it's childish. Do you?" Time for quick thinking, Patrick. If he thinks it's childish then he must know how nice a good wank is, but he believes that he's grown up and shouldn't do it any more. A bit like picking your nose, I suppose. On the other hand maybe it was time for honesty. "Yes, of course I do - we all do, don't we? Our cabin has a wanking session most nights, and so does Cabin 2." I left it there for him to think about it. Was he really grown up, and past such boyish habits, or was he missing out on some healthy fun? I said nothing. A passenger called the elevator and we went down to collect her. When she got out and we were alone again I asked Dave who had said that wanking was childish. Had he decided for himself? "I just think it's not something I should be doing any more, that's all. I don't care if you go on doing it, but I don't." Fair enough, I thought, that's you crossed off. "You'd better get back to the Purser's Office or they'll be wondering where you've got to. See you here at 1500." The rest of the morning was uneventful. After my lunch break I went back to my elevator where I was fairly sure another guy was interested. I gave him a fuck-me smile, and to my delight he came back about ten minutes later. Luckily the other passenger in the elevator got out at the next deck, leaving Mr Interested alone with me. Ten seconds later he had made it clear that his name wasn't Mr Interested, but Mr Really-Keen. I gave him the spiel that he would be contacted and he got out, but not until he'd given me a nice grope. "See you soon, I hope," he said. "Probably tomorrow," I said, "I hope you can wait that long." He smiled, " oh, I think so." At 1430 I went to the cabin to get ready. Alan was there, just back from showering. I helped him put vaseline up his arse - not that he needed help, but ... well, you know how it is: fingers just love being up a boy's arse, don't they? "Good luck," I said before going to the shower. "And you," he said with a big sexy grin, "work just gets more interesting!" I'd been drinking squash since lunch and I knew that I was going to have to piss pretty soon after arriving at Stateroom 721. I smeared vaseline up my arse and put on my uniform trousers - no pants, of course. Jacket on, hair brushed, cap on, check in the mirror, OK, off to work. I rode up in Tim's elevator. "Wish me luck," I said. "Lucky bastard." "Your turn'll come soon enough, don't worry." "Sooner than you think, bro, but I'll tell you about it later. Have fun". At least he didn't say 'don't do anything I wouldn't do'. I knocked quietly and the door was immediately opened. My client smiled and held out his hand. "Hi, kid. Call me Slim." If that was his real name it was a good one. He was about 35, 5' 8" or so, and weighed 10 stone. I would soon discover that he had a fairly thick 7 inch cut cock. In the weeks to come I would also discover that the great majority of American men were cut, unlike the British cocks I'd come to know. I said, "Slim, you can call me Kid if you like, but my name's Patrick. I was told to have a full bladder, and I can last another five minutes at most. What do you want to do? I've never done this before." "I thought you were experienced - that's what your man told me." I laughed. "I'm experienced all right, don't worry! What I meant was that this is Queen Mary's maiden voyage and you are my first client. I have no idea how my man, as you call him, works things out with passengers who want my services." "I get you, kid. Let's do the business before you burst, then I can tell you about how your man arranges things, then we can do the business again. I've arranged for you to be here for an hour, so there's plenty of time." "OK, Slim, but I really need to piss." Slim told me to strip. When my cock was revealed it was hard, and I thought that pissing might be an effort. Slim took of his clothes, revealing a half-hard cock. I was surprised that he had no pubic hair - both Sir and Father Corrigan were hairy, but the sight of a big cock unhidden by a bush of wiry hair was a damn sight sexier. From that day on I've been a convert to hairless men. Slim led me to the shower in his little bathroom. There wasn't really room for both of us, but he'd obviously worked out what he wanted. He half-sat on the floor with his legs stretched out. "Piss on me, kid, aim it at my belly and spray it on my balls. Stop when I tell you." It wasn't easy at first, but after several seconds I felt piss starting to come from my bladder. I pulled back my foreskin - it goes a lot further that way - and let fly at Slim's chest. The effect was immediate: his cock stiffened, and as I aimed my golden torrent directly onto his cock is reached full hardness. Slim rubbed my piss into his body, muttering "God, that's hot, kid. Stop now." With some difficulty I cut off the flow - my bladder was still half full. Slim stood up. "I'm going to piss on you now, get down where I was." I hadn't expected this, but I was willing to try something new. Even now, over 80 years later, I can date my pleasure in being pissed on to Slim in Stateroom 721 somewhere in the North Atlantic Ocean in May 1936. "I'm going to cover you from head to foot," he said and proceeded to do just that. To my surprise I found I loved it, so much so that when he still had plenty of piss left (and he'd been pissing for a good half minute) I asked him to stop for a second. I moved quickly to a kneeling position and placed my lips round the hot wet hard head of his cock. "In my mouth, Slim, I want to feel your hot piss inside me." Slim couldn't believe his luck - he had, without knowing it, found the most willing piss hound on Queen Mary. Well, that's how I thought about it as his piss poured from his cock into my mouth. I swallowed as hard as I could, but inevitably a lot of it spilled out of my mouth and foamed down my chest to my cock. All too soon Slim's flow stopped. He lifted me up and - amazingly - knelt in front of my cock. I was going to piss in a man's mouth! "Go on," he said, "fill me." Ever keen to obey - Sir had drilled that (among other things) into me - I waited until his hot lips licked my cock head and relaxed. Thirty seconds later my bladder was empty. Slim stood up. "Not a drop spilled, kid!" He kissed me. Our tongues did battle, the sharp taste of the other's piss raising our excitement levels even further. "Now we shower," said Slim. There wasn't room for both of us, so I stood outside the cubicle while he quickly washed himself. When he was done I got in and soaped myself from head to foot. My hair was pissy, as was every part of my body. I washed thoroughly twice before I felt clean again. When I got out and dried myself Slim was lying on his bed. He patted the bed beside him. "Let's talk and get our breath back," he said, "then when we've talked I'll fuck you, OK?" "Sure," I said, "I'm looking forward to having that fine cock up my arse. Slim put his arms round me and started to stroke my back. "What do you want to know about the arrangement?" "I want to know how it works. We were told that if a man approached us suggesting sex we were to get his stateroom number. We then tell our Boss. What I want to know is what he does then." "OK, kid, I'll tell you. But first, why don't we lie down and get more comfortable." Within a few seconds he was on his back and I was half on top of him, my head on his chest (where I could watch his cock as I gently began stroking it). He went on stroking my back. I was enjoying myself hugely. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 7 as we move into deeper waters. 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. ===============================================================================