Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2018 08:04:55 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys - CHAPTER 72 (Revised) 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 72 The next morning I got them all to write their essays, this time with their names attached. At 1130 we chased them out for a last swim, followed as Tim predicted by a last (for most of them) bout of naked wet horseplay. Prince waved his cock around hoping that someone might wish to worship it, but there were no takers. It was far too cold. I imagined he would have more luck on Queen Mary. Tim and I would have our work cut out quelling some of his exuberance: it could easily become wearing. On the other hand his energy would be an asset if he could be persuaded to let men fuck him. That would be up to Sir to discover. Their last meal together was a quiet affair. They knew that half of them would be going home having not been selected, and each of them was worried that they might be unlucky. At 1345 I got up and said that Tim and I would be going to see Mr Corrigan with our recommendations, and that he would tell them all when he had heard what we had to say. "Can't you tell us now?" said William. "No, it's not our decision, William, it's Mr Corrigan's. Now all of you go and pack up your kit and tidy your beds. Be back in here at 1430, and you'll hear what's been decided." At 1400 Tim and I knocked on the bungalow door. "Come." We went in and sat down at the table where he had 13 files in front of him. "Who have you decided on, Patrick?" "We've got five definites: Javid, Graham, Vincent, George and Nigel. Prince would be the sixth." "Why isn't he among your definites?" "He fulfils every requirement we're likely to want bar one. He says he has fucked several men, but has never been fucked by anyone - boy or man - since he was raped when he was 12." "Why do you want him?" Tim said that Prince had been in his dormitory and had been fun. "He's funny, he's very experienced, he can fuck at least twice in under half an hour, he's black and that will make him interestingly different ... and he's got a very big cock for a boy of 15." "Patrick," went on Sir, "what about Javid?" I said that Javid was gorgeous to look at and, as far as I could tell from watching what had been happening, he was as highly sexed as any of the existing bell boys." "Very well, I agree. Now let's go and tell them. I imagine you've both found it difficult to keep your hands off them all." Before I could say anything Tim said that as far as he was concerned it had been very hard, but as he knew that he would be training them on Queen Mary he was happy to wait until the appropriate time. He managed to keep a straight face while saying this. I wouldn't have dreamed of mentioning Prince's oral. When the three of us went into the food hut the tension was electric. The tables and chairs had been rearranged with three on one side facing thirteen opposite. Sir took the middle chair and motioned me to sit on his right. He didn't waste time. He thanked them all for putting up with the conditions for three days and said that the boys not selected would be collected by the bus at 1500 and taken to Southampton station where they would be issued with travel warrants for the journey home. Each would receive £20. This was unexpected, and they were all pleased. "Now, these are the boys Cunard will train as bell boys: George, Graham, Javid, Nigel, Prince and Vincent. Well done! These six should collect their kit and come back here to await further instruction. The rest of you - thank you for taking part. I hope the three days have been enjoyable as well as instructive. Good luck. Now off you all go." When the bus had taken the others away the six new bell boys were waiting with Tim and me for Sir to come back. What he told them was as much a surprise to us as it was to them. "I'm sorry that I told Patrick that you would all be going home for 10 days before you joined Queen Mary. That's not what will happen. You will be going home, but not for another few days. The selection process you've all come through is just the first part of your training for your bell boy duties. Most of the time you will be working the elevators - that's what we call the lifts - and carrying messages for passengers. At present we have six bell boys. Four of them are moving to other duties within the ship, and you'll be meeting them and living with them on board. Patrick and Tim are the Bell Captains, and they will be responsible for you, and for your training in the ordinary duties of bell boys. Do you have any questions so far?" No-one had. "You have all been selected because bell boys have other unofficial duties. Patrick and Tim were instructed to find out about your suitability for these duties, and they have done a good job. What I am about to tell you is something about which I require each of you to give me your word that you will never divulge to anyone - your family, your friends, anyone at all. I will ask you in turn." He asked George to stand and promise, then Graham, and so on until all six had promised. "The eight bell boys - that's you six with Patrick and Tim - will also be available to have sex with male passengers. We have had a very successful group of willing boys doing this for the last two years, but four of them are now too old to be attractive to men who want to fuck boys." The intake of breath was more because he said `fuck' rather than the idea of being part of a boy brothel. None of them had expected him to talk like the rest of us. "Five of you have shown an interest in being fucked by men, and you, Prince, are the sixth. I should tell you that you will be well paid for doing this, in addition of course to your ordinary wages. Patrick, how much have you made since we started in 1936?" I said I wasn't certain, but it was well over £700 "And that's £700 each, don't forget. The next few days will find out whether each if you actually gets to join the ship to work as I've described - there's one more hurdle to cross. If you all pass the final test then I'm happy to employ all six of you, so it's up to you. Now take your kit and all of you go to Dormitory A, which is where you'll all sleep. Wait there until you're told." Graham asked if he could ask a question. "Of course, Graham, what is it?" "Aren't you worried that the others may talk about the fucking with passengers when they get home?" "Should I worry, Patrick?" "I don't see why, Sir. All that any of them saw or got up to was sex with other boys their age. What boy is going to tell his parents he was wanking? And if he tells his pals - the ones who do things with him - all he's going to say is that some boys were fucking. Are his pals going to believe him? Adults were never mentioned to any of them. The first time any of them heard about what we're really here for was 10 minutes ago. So no, you've no need to worry." When they'd gone Sir apologised for not letting us know the plan. "I wanted you to think that you had only three days to find out about their sexual ideas. Now the thing's in the open we can really move things forward." I asked him whether we could now tell them everything. "Yes, the boy ring, the men ring, the fact that you two are in love, the lot. If they're going to be part of the team then they must feel, and be, full members. From what you tell me George and Vincent are likely to be a pair already, so their knowing about you two and Charlie and Sam will be good for them." At that point there was a knock at the door and Ryan walked in. "Ryan will help you with the final test," said Sir, "aided no doubt with more of his beer. Thank you for rearranging the room for me, Ryan." Tim and I were pleased to see him, and we hugged him to thank him for the beer. "You worked out how to discover which of your existing colleagues were into sex with men, Patrick, so I want you and Ryan to do the same with these ones. You think that five of them are keen, or at least willing. Find out about them first. I'm sure you can find a way to bring Prince round, but if not, he'll have to go. Having a good-looking black boy with a large cock will be a huge asset, but if he won't let the passengers fuck him then he's no good to me. A passenger who's paying for sex with a boy will expect to be able to fuck him, although as we know, not all of them want to. Do your best, Patrick, Tim." We assured him that each of us was very keen to spend a lot of time with Prince and to experience his cock in as many ways as we could. "Good," said Sir, "today is Thursday. I must make a final decision on Sunday morning, so you have three nights. Do your best. I will be here, but Ryan will be with you all the time. Patrick, I want you to report to me at 1000 each day. If you have finally decided that any of them should be appointed you are to bring him, or them, with you. I shall then spend a little time with each one." His eyes glittered at the knowledge of the five - six? - treats which awaited him then. The three of us went to the dormitory. On the way Tim asked Ryan where he would sleep. "You know more about it than I do," he said, "where do you suggest?" "If the idea is that you should fuck them, as you and the others did to Charlie, Sam and the As, then it will be better for them if it's just the two of you, or certainly no more than the two of you plus us. So you should sleep in the other hut, only push a couple of beds together. We can always change things later." "OK, you're the boss, Patrick." "Am I?" "Oh yes. Corrigan made that very clear. Once we're on the ship he's the boss, but here it's you. You're Bell Captains and they need to know you're in charge. They won't have much contact with me on board, after all." Ryan dumped his kit on his bed and the three of us went to confront our new colleagues. They were lying on their beds. I was pleased that they'd worked out a sensible grouping. The twins kept the beds they'd had and Javid was next to them. My bed was empty, so I put my kit on it. The bed next to mine was empty too, so Tim had that. That left the three fellow-fuckers from Tim's hut nicely together as well. "This is Ryan," I said, "he works in the galley on Queen Mary, and he's the one you should thank for the beer. Now it's time we answered the hundreds of questions you must have. So ask." Graham was in straight away. "Can we trust you to tell us the truth now?" "That's a fair question," I said, "yes you can. Up to now any lies we've told have been because we were told to." "What is Ryan doing here?" asked Vincent. I looked at Ryan. "Will you tell them or shall I?" Ryan explained that when Queen Mary had first sailed with passengers in 1936 there had been 12 bell boys. "Only three of them had had sex with men - these two and Alan. Mr Corrigan knew this, and told these two to find out whether any of the others were willing to service passengers who would pay for the pleasure. It was easy for a couple of boys of 14 to find out which of the others were up for sex with other boys - all of them, as you would expect - but it took longer to work out who wanted a man to mess about with." "And you're the man?" said Nigel. "One of them, yes." "Why you?" persisted Nigel. "To spare his blushes," said Tim, "it's because he's bloody good at it, as we hope you'll soon discover." "So what happens next?" said Javid. I said I had an apology to make to them. "I told you that we wouldn't know which of you had filled in the answers to the quiz. That wasn't true." "How did you know?" asked George. "Each sheet of paper was slightly smaller than the next one, so I remembered the order in which you were sitting and then wrote the names on when I'd sorted the. The other seven have been torn up and thrown away, but your six are here." I handed them out. "Are the names all correct?" They were. "Two of you - Javid and Prince - have had sex with men. Of the other four three said they were interested and Vincent said he was keen. What happens next, Javid, is that those answers are taken a step further. 'Having sex with a man' can mean a lot of things. If you join us you will be expected to do anything with a male passenger that you would do with one of us. That means sucking his cock, fucking him, him sucking your cock and him fucking you. Every one of the current bell boys had done all of those things dozens of times, and we all enjoy it. Obviously sex with some men is a lot nicer than it is with others, but you have to disguise that, and let each of think he's the best thing you've ever come across - and there will be plenty of that too, believe me." They laughed: they were beginning to feel relaxed, I think. Tim said that there was a strict procedure before any boy went to a man's cabin. "Sir - that's what you call Mr Corrigan - meets the client and finds out what he wants. A price is then agreed. The boy knows roughly what he's expected to do. In two years we've had only one bad experience, and we've taken steps to prevent that happening again/" Javid repeated his question. Ryan said that what happened next would be that, over the next couple of days, he would spend time with each of them in a relaxed session. "If it works, it works. If not, we try to find out why, and see if it can be improved. When we did this two years ago we didn't have any difficulty. All the boys loved what we did with them." He chuckled at the memory. I asked if there were any more questions. "This is not meant to be formal or serious. It's important, but we can have fun. If you have anything you want to ask, ask Tim or me any time. The selection process is out of my hands: it's in your arses. I stood up. "Javid, come with me please." I left Tim with the rest of them. Javid and I walked across to the other dormitory. When we got there I closed the door and immediately kissed him. He was taken aback, but only for a second or two. Then his lips parted and our tongues made contact. I pulled him close and groped his arse, and he did the same. We broke apart. "I've been wanting to do that for three fucking days," I said, "but we had to keep our hands off." I pulled him onto the bed and felt his cock through his trousers: hard and exciting. We both stood up and stripped quickly - there would be leisurely I'll-strip-you-and-you-strip-me sessions aplenty, but this was not one of them. We fell onto the bed and for the first time I took his long hot lovely cock into my mouth. He was all for turning to 69 with me, but I wasn't having that. "Not this time, Javid, this is for you," and I scooted down to lick his arse. He was clearly used to this and his legs rose to let me get right at him. I licked and slurped happily. He tasted different from any arses I'd licked lately - different but enticingly so. Musky and - Christ! - I could hardly wait. But wait I must. It would be another five minutes before Ryan would come in. It was time for a finger or two, and as this freed my mouth I was able to ask Javid about his encounters with men. He said - in between gratifying moans - that he's enjoyed sex with (by which he meant being fucked by) boys since he was 12 and men in the last year or so. Boys were easy to meet - school, scouts and so on - but men had been harder. Inevitably his first man had been the uncle (supposedly) of a school friend who had been on the receiving end of the uncle for some time, and who had worked out that Javid might be equally keen. It had proved very pleasurable to all of them, and had been repeated many times. When the uncle moved away Javid and his friend had eventually decided that public lavatories might be useful places to visit. This had proved a good decision, and plentiful fucks had been forthcoming, most of which had been good. Hearing all this I decided that Ryan's visit would not elicit anything new, but would nonetheless be fun for all of us. At this moment Ryan came in. Before Javid could jump out of his skin I said, "Hi Ryan, you're just in time. I think Javid really wants a man to finish this off." As my three fingers were doing their dance on his prostate he needed no encouragement whatever to welcome Ryan to take my place. Ryan, however, is a good lover, as you know, and he quickly stripped and stood over Javid's head allowing the boy to have a good look (and a good lick) at what would shortly be bringing delight to both of them. "Mmm, I like the look of that," said Javid before getting it in his mouth. Ryan allowed him to slurp on his cock for only a few seconds before quickly moving to where I had been, lifting Javid's legs and rubbing the boy's wet arse lips with his cock. "Oh God, get it in," begged Javid, "fuck me hard, Ryan." Ten minutes later we had a confirmed and happy recruit. "Welcome aboard, Javid," I said, and we resumed the smooch we'd been having earlier. "When can you manage another, Ryan?" It was now 1740, and food was imminent. "Maybe 2200," he said. "Are you eating with us?" I said. "No, Corrigan and I will go to the pub. He doesn't want me to get too friendly at this stage. Why don't you choose the next one and bring him along at 2200 and the three of us can spend the night." I said that sounded an excellent idea. "Enjoy the pub. I envy you the beer." "I don't suppose you've tried any of your more way out delights with them yet?" "Good God no," I said cheerfully, "that stuff's far too advanced until we're well out at sea." Javid and I walked slowly towards the food hut. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" "You could tell," he said, "he certainly knows how to fuck." "And you're happy to take what the passengers might throw at you?" "Patrick, I may only be 15, but my guess is that when you started at 14 you were a fucking sight wiser than most kids of that age. Well, same here. I can handle most things." "What about size?" "If you're asking what's the biggest cock I've taken then it would be about 9 inches. But if you offered me 10 I wouldn't be too scared." I put my arm round his shoulder. "I think you're going to fit in perfectly." When we got to the food hut Tim and the others were there already. Our arrival was greeted with whoops and loud cries of `well done'. I shushed them and glanced towards the woman serving, but she didn't bat an eyelid - she was used to noisy teenagers. When the door to the kitchen was closed Graham asked Javid how he felt. "Do you really need to ask?" he said. "I'm fine - no, I'm not fine, I'm fucking thrilled." Whether this was because he knew he was now part of the team, or because his arse was so recently and so satisfyingly fucked I wasn't sure. Either way Javid was happy, and that meant I was happy. I wondered who I should pick to go next. The twins and Javid seemed to be a threesome (we'd have to do something about that on the ship), so they would probably want to spend the night together to hear about Javid's experience. That meant George or Vincent. I was going to leave Prince to last, hoping that the pleasure of the others at Ryan's hands (or whatever) would whet his interest. George or Vincent? I decided to defer making a decision until shortly before 2200. By 2100 I had decided. Vincent, who had expressed keenness, would be the easiest about whom to make a final decision. The beer was being enjoyed by all eight of us. Javid's adventure was now known to all of them, and was being discussed in considerable detail. I was pleased by this, knowing that descriptions of Ryan's cock and the pleasure it had brought would whet any appetites which might need encouragement. Vincent's night of lustful joy would add to the whetting no doubt. As the minutes ticked by I sensed that the other five were waiting for me to announce the name of the next lucky lad. There was no reason not to let them know that we all knew what was going to be happening over the next few days, so when I got up to go I grinned at them all. "Vincent," I said. The others all clapped and voiced lewd words suggesting what might soon be expected to befall him. "Your turn will come, gentlemen," I said. "But only when he's recovered enough to fuck us too," said George. Was he jealous that Vincent was going - coming - first? Ryan was waiting for us, as were the two beds pushed together. "Hi, Vincent," said Ryan, "welcome to my lair." Vincent grinned. "Am I staying all night?" I said that was up to him, but if he wanted to sleep with us we'd like that. "I want to experience it all. When George and I fuck we hardly ever get the chance to curl up with each other and sleep afterwards. It must be nice to cuddle after a fuck." "I think we can guarantee that for you, Vincent," I said, "here and on Queen Mary. The sleeping arrangements on board are very good for cuddling, as well as fucking." While this had been going on I had removed most of Vincent's clothes, leaving only his heavily tented pants. I was about to take them off too when he stopped me. "No, Patrick, it's my turn." He then undid my buttons and a minute later I was naked. He was surprised to find no underwear. "It's the way we like it. Most of the clients are very excited when they find out that the first thing they feel in our trousers is a hot cock. Now let's get on the bed and get down to it. I've been wanting that cock of yours between my lips since I first saw it." We were immediately in a 69 - Vincent was clearly no beginner in the boy-on-boy stakes. I enjoyed the feel and taste of his cock, and noted that his technique was pretty good too. I took my mouth off long enough to tell him that I didn't want him to come just yet, and went back to a long last slurp. "Kneel," I said, and started to rim him. The shudder was rewarding. "Oh God, Patrick, no-one's done that before ... go on, don't stop." I had no intention of stopping. I reached round to feel his cock, then moved my hand to cup and stroke his balls. He moaned "go on, go on." There seemed a danger that he might be getting close, so I let up on my feeling and licking. Ryan, now naked, stood in front of Vincent as he had done with Javid. "Like what you see, Vincent?" "Mmm." "Patrick, get his arse ready, I need to get my cock in this sexy boy." Ryan doesn't usually express himself quite like this, but he, like me, knew that explicit language would play well with his intended target. "Oh fuck yes, Ryan, I need that thing. Let me suck it to get it nice and wet so you can stick it up me." That seemed promising - so promising indeed that an actual fuck from Ryan wouldn't have been necessary. Still, it was the least we could do for the boy. I did the three-finger trick (another experience he had not had before) and when Vincent was incoherent I stood back and Ryan took my place. His cock touched Vincent's arse and I saw the boy's lips open wide. Ryan pushed in and Vincent's eyes opened wide. His expression was one of surprise and, after a couple of seconds, delight. "Oh fuck, that's a lot bigger than George, but it's ... it's ... oh oh oh I'm ... " And he did, plentifully into my hand, cupped ready to catch the repeated pulses of thick spunk. Vincent's eyes were wide open, so he saw that I'd caught it all. When he saw me lick some of it he cried "no, me too", so between us we made sure my hands were nice and clean again. Ryan hadn't come yet, but when he did Vincent's eyes closed in pleasure. "Ah, Ryan, that's so good. Your cock's filling me up." Ryan said nothing: his cock was doing the talking. Then, as Vincent had hoped, the three of us curled up for a cuddle. It was nice - Vincent was a very tactile boy. Ten minutes later he suddenly said, "you haven't come, Patrick." "True," I said, and before I could move Vincent's lips were round my cock. I moved to 69, wondering whether after 15 minutes or so he would be up for a second round. He was. We both came noisily in each other's mouth about 15 seconds apart. As we were doing do Ryan's arms were round both of us. We woke in the same positions at about 0600. I needed a piss, so got up quietly so as not to wake the others and tip-toed to the bogs. Half-way through my piss I heard Vincent come in. "Me too," he said with a big good-morning smile. Would he join in? No, but the fact that we were pissing unashamedly naked and next to each other boded well for future possibilities. No pissing on each other, but we did exchange a rather chaste early-morning-we-haven't-brushed-our-teeth kiss. Lips yes, tongues no, not yet anyway. Back in bed we rejoined a knackered Ryan. He would need to conserve his energies, poor bugger. Two down, four to go. He was only just awake when Vincent and I finally went. "1400 OK for you?" I said. =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 73 when more explicit sex will take place. Your patience will, I hope, be amply rewarded. 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. ===============================================================================