Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2018 09:38:59 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys 73 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 73 At breakfast the morning loomed empty. What were we going to do with them for two more days? I collared Tim to see what he thought. "I have to see Sir with Javid and Vincent at 1000." "You've settled on them then?" "Oh yes, there's no doubt about those two." "Good. I suppose Sir will be having a taste as usual." "What should we do for the rest of their time here? Ryan can manage two a day, but the ones not being fucked can't just sit around doing nothing." Tim said he'd been thinking about this too. "When you come back from Sir two of them will be definitely joining Sir's gang. They need to know everything we know. How about if I take them, and any others when they've delivered their bundles of joy to Sir, under my wing and tell them all the details." "Like what?" "Like you and Charlie, and me and Sam. Have you thought about where we all sleep on board? There will be 12 of us and even though Charlie, Sam and the As will spend the day doing whatever they do, they'll be spending the nights with us won't they?" "Of course." "So how do you fit 12 boys into four cabins?" Cabin 4 had been kept for any clients who for whatever reason couldn't entertain us in their stateroom. In practice it had very rarely been used, so turning it back into a cabin for three of us wouldn't spoil anything. "Three in each one," I said, "it's obvious." "No, it's not," said Tim, "think about it. I've been trying to work something out ever since Sir said we might recruit another six." I promised to think. At the end of breakfast I asked Javid and Vincent to meet me there at 0945. Tim told the rest of them that he wanted them to stay and talk about how they wanted to spend the morning - swimming, playing cards, whatever they cared to suggest. I left them to it. I wanted Tim to be responsible for a lot of what was going to be happening, and if I was going to be taking the lead in the fuck-testing department I wanted him to take the lead in other areas. I had no doubt that within a very short time the balance of fucks with the new recruits would end up pretty evenly balanced. I was going first, that's all. At 0945 Javid and Vincent were sitting rather nervously waiting for me. "What's happening?" asked Javid. "You're going to have an interview with Sir," I said. "He'll formally appoint you and from the moment you leave him you are a Queen Mary bell boy. I'm your boss, and he's my boss. But the fact that I'm your boss doesn't mean we don't go on behaving - all 12 of us - as we've been behaving in the last 24 hours. OK?" They both smiled. "Oh, very OK," said Javid. "Yeah," said Vincent. "Come on then, we're due there at 1000. Remember to call him 'Sir'." "Come." When the three of us went in Sir was sitting at a desk. I said that Javid and Vincent had passed the test and that Sir should make them full members of the team. Sir stood up. "Thank you, Patrick. Will you and Vincent wait in the other room please." We left them to it. While we were waiting Vincent asked what happened next. "You mean after you've seen Sir? The others have to suffer the indignity of being fucked by Ryan. I hope they enjoy it as much as you did." He smiled. "Yes, it was pretty special. I don't suppose all the tricks will be that good." "Not `tricks', Vincent, you've got to think of them as clients. We're not a bunch of rent boys sucking guys off in a public bog - we're classy boys servicing wealthy men who can afford to travel on Queen Mary and pay the prices Sir asks for." Vincent smiled again. "OK, clients it is. As far as the others enjoying Ryan there's no doubt George will. I'm pretty sure about Graham and Nigel too." "Have you talked about it with them - sex with men, I mean." "Of course we have. As soon as we six were told what we were expected to do we all talked about it when you and Tim weren't there. Prince is the only one I wouldn't bet on." I asked him if he knew why. "Not really. He told us he'd been raped when he was 12, but I don't see why that should stop him letting himself be fucked now. After all, clients will get us warmed up, won't they?" I told him that each of us was well supplied with lube, and that we all kept our arses well greased all the time, so even if a client was rough it would still go in without much trouble. At that point Javid came into the room. "He wants you now." Vincent went to be inducted. "Well? I said. "He made me strip, and had a good look at my cock and my arse. Then he sucked me off and I came in his mouth. Did you know that's what he would do?" "Yes. It's what he did to all of us. He's never done it again though. I think he just loves the taste of our spunk, and deep down he's very fond of us. Certainly in the two years since I've known him he's been very considerate. He doesn't ask us to do things we can't cope with. He looks after us, and the pay's good." "What does he charge the clients?" I said that each of them would ask the same question, and rather than answer it six times I'd rather wait until we were on board. "There will be hundreds of things to tell you then." We sat waiting for Vincent, and it was fully another ten minutes until the door opened. Sir and he came into the room. "Thank you, gentlemen. I hope to see you tomorrow morning with more recruits, Patrick." His smile towards the three of us indicated that we should leave. "Wow!" said Vincent, "I wasn't expecting that. Does he do that to everybody?" I put him in the picture. Javid reached over and shook Vincent's hand. Vincent reached over and kissed Javid's lips. "In for a penny, in for a pound," he said. Javid's lips parted. The team was bonding nicely. There was no sign of any of the others - or of Tim, come to that. As we three had nothing in particular to do I thought that, following two satisfactory orgasms, beer might be welcome. The food hut had plenty of beer, but there was nobody there either. That didn't stop us opening a bottle each and chewing the fat, as boys our age (even those not about to embark on a brief career of whoredom) are wont to do. Javid - a Londoner through and through - professed keen support for Arsenal. I spluttered into my beer that Liverpool were a vastly superior outfit, having beaten Arsenal 2-0 at Anfield just before the previous Christmas. "That may be," said Javid, "but they're at Highbury in a few days. We'll wallop you there." Vincent, a boy from Canterbury and thus bereft of a decent football team to support, and therefore neutral in this debate, slyly suggested a wager on the outcome. "Whoever has more goals after that match gets to fuck the other one in front of all the rest of us." As I was already two goals to the good that seemed a pretty good bargain from my point of view. Mind you, if Arsenal won 3-0 I would quite enjoy losing the bet. "What if it's 2-0 to Arsenal?" I said, "what happens then?" Vincent thought. "I get to fuck you both." Javid and I burst out laughing. "Yeah, big man," said my Arsenal foe. "Not on the same day - don't be silly," said Vincent, "I shall choose my timing with great skill." We were still laughing when the rest of them appeared. "God, they're at the beer already!" said George. "I turn my fucking back for five minutes and Vincent gets a job on a boat." "How did you know?" asked Vincent. "Tim explained that the final stage was being fucked by Ryan. Since you and Patrick were away last night it can only have been a blissful night of uninterrupted fucking - look at you: you're dropping with exhaustion." This wasn't true, but Vincent put on an expression combining hangdog weariness with a knowing grin. "Told you," said George who gave Vincent a big cuddle. Vincent looked up at him with a big grin and said, "you may now kiss the bride." More bonding then took place. It was time for me to make a managerial decision. "George, you're next. Fuck time 1400. Be in our hut then." I tried to keep a straight face, but I failed completely. I wondered if Ryan could manage three - it would help if the twins and I made a foursome tonight. That would leave tomorrow for Prince. I still hadn't worked out how to get him into a melting frame of mind. By now it was 1145. On Queen Mary we'd all have been on elevator duty for over three hours. This was just a holiday in comparison. A little test might bring them back to reality. Out of the blue I asked how many decks there were. Nobody knew. "OK, which deck are First Class passengers on?" Nobody knew that either. "Come on, Tim, we're going to have to train these buggers properly. Sir will think we've been falling down on the job. You describe what's on the lowest deck, and I'll do the next, and so on. We'll test you later, so take this seriously. When we joined we had almost two weeks to find our way round before any paying passengers came on board - you'll have about three hours. Sir will expect us to train you, but only for the first couple of voyages - out to New York and back. After that you'll have to be able to answer any request for help a passenger may throw at you." That got their attention. I relaxed while Tim took them from the stern, past our cabins, to the bows. Then we went up - "what do we go up, Prince?" "Stairs." "No, a companion way if you're talking to a crew member. It's only 'a stairway' to a passenger. And suppose we're too lazy to use the stairway, what then, Nigel?" "Lift - no, elevator." "Good, you're getting the hang of it," and we covered the whole damn ship in the hour before the smell of lunch caused another beer to be opened. George's appetite for food wasn't impaired by his appetite for the sex he knew would follow. At 1350 he caught my eye and I nodded. To the now routine raucous cheers the two of us left. "I need a piss," I said, and we went together to the bogs. I noticed that he was happy to piss next to me, and I regarded this as a good sign that, in the fullness of time, he might be a willing wet bob. But not here; not now. As we walked the short distance to Ryan's hut George told me that Vincent had described what had happened. "You mean the first time?" I asked. "Yes. Don't take thus the wrong way, Patrick, I want to have sex with you soon, but I really need it to be just Ryan today. I've dreamed of being fucked by a man for years, and today it's finally going to happen. Do you mind?" "Of course not. When we're on board there will be lots of opportunities for all kinds of stuff, believe me. Stuff with us boys, that is. We sometimes get it on with some of the men in the crew, but it doesn't happen very often, and it's only ever with a few of them. You won't get to play with Ryan much, so make the most of it." This was rather strange, given that in the quiz George hadn't sounded as keen as Vincent had. Still, the main thing was that he was gagging for it, and that could only be good news. We went in to find Ryan lying spread-eagled naked on his back in the middle of the two beds. His eyes were shut and his cock was semi stuff. George licked his lips. George quickly took off his clothes. George gave his cock a couple of `wake up' strokes, to which it responded visibly. George got on the bed. George got on Ryan. George applied his lips and tongue to Ryan's cock. Ryan's cock was no longer semi stiff. Ryan's hands stroked George's head. George's tongue gave a last long lick to Ryan's cock, teasing from it a large drop of precum. George licked his lips. George bent forward to whisper in Ryan's ear. "Louder," said Ryan, "Patrick wants to hear as well." "I want that cock of yours to squirt your hot man cum deep inside my hot little 15-year-old arse." "That's not what you whispered." "No, but I've had a few extra seconds to think about it. Please fuck me, Ryan. The only cock that's been up my arse is Vincent's. I love his cock, but I need a man's in me now. Pleeeeeeease, Ryan!" "You know how to get an old man going," said Ryan, "and since you asked so nicely I'll let you choose how. On your back, or on your knees?" "Knees. I need you to own me." George got in position and Ryan felt the boy's arse. "You're all greased up," he said, surprised. George said nothing, but wiggled his arse invitingly. Ryan pushed the first inch of his cock into George, who sighed deeply. "Oh yeah." Ryan introduced another inch ... and another. "Give me all of it," moaned George, "I'm not a baby, Ryan, you can be hard." Ryan looked over to where I was lying on the next bed. I shrugged. Ryan fucked him hard and fast. I wanted to crawl underneath to catch George's cum, but I resisted the temptation. George had been clear that he wanted Ryan, and only Ryan. Thus the spunk that flew out of George was wasted as it landed on the bed. The spunk that flew out of Ryan some 60 seconds later was not wasted as it was squirted high up into where it had so earnestly been sought. "Whew!" sighed George, "that was some fuck, Ryan. I hope the passengers are that good." "You might be lucky now and again," I said (I had vastly more experience in this area that Ryan did), "but most of them aren't. They're paying a lot of money to fuck a sexy 15-year-old and for most of them the excitement of getting their cock into a tight young arse makes them come inside a couple of minutes. The best fucks you'll get are going to be from the rest of us." "You make it sound so sleazy, Patrick," said Ryan. "I tell it like it is," I said. "Our job is to make the client think he's the best fuck ever, and that the time we spend with him is as much the high point of our day as we intend to make it of his. And judging from some of the tips we get, we're bloody good at it. Now if you two have finished?" George got back into his clothes. Ryan stayed on the bed, avoiding the still warm trails of George's cum. I was glad Tim wasn't there to see the waste. I knew Ryan would be showering once we'd gone. "See you in the showers in 5 minutes," I said. Ryan nodded: he knew I needed to talk to him about my thoughts for the night to come. George went off walking on air to find mere mortals to gloat over. I walked beside him, amused by how easy all this was turning out to be. The difficulty would be Prince, and I still hadn't worked out the best way of bringing him round. We could see some of the others near the woods 400 yards away, so I pointed George in that direction and made my way to the shower block. Ryan was showering. "That seemed to go well," I said. "Did you mind being kept out?" "No, of course not. I'm a professional, don't forget. Besides, I can suck his cock any time. We're half way. I'm 99% certain that Graham and Nigel will be up for it. They're twins and have been up each other's arses for years. I'd like to get them both in tonight for a foursome, and that means that I can work on Prince without having to bother with one of the twins tomorrow. Are you OK with fucking both of them?" "Yes, of course I am. You seem to forget I'm only 22, not 50. Will you bring them at 2200?" I agreed. "What's the difficulty with Prince?" I explained about his having been raped when he was 12. "Yes, you could have your work cut out there. Still, you're an inventive little bugger as well as a sexy one, and if you can't get him ready to be fucked nobody else will." "Such perceptive trust earns you a reward," I said, "and it will be delivered as soon as you come out from under the shower." It took me less than two minutes to deposit the spunk I'd hoped to shed with George onto Ryan's tongue. I'd have loved it if he'd done the same with his for me, but as usual a higher duty supervened: Ryan's spunk would be needed elsewhere before midnight. The sacrifices one makes! ***** At beer time I told Graham and Nigel that Ryan would be entertaining them at 2200. "Both of us?" "Yes, we thought you'd like it that way." Others expressed a degree of jealousy, causing the expectant grins on Graham's and Nigel's faces to grow even grinnier. "I'll be joining you," I added. The grins now went all round their faces. They were sitting close to each other and I had deliberately sat opposite them so that I could watch their expressions as the minutes ticked slowly by to 2155. They were obviously really looking forward to it and when I stood up to go the erections in their trousers needed considerable adjustment. I picked up several bottles of beer. More vulgar comment followed us out of the hut. "You mustn't let all that bother you," I said. "Don't be daft, Patrick, we give as good as we get. They're our friends." Ryan was clothed this time. "Come in and sit down." There were three beds now. "I assume the other three have told you what happens. Two things have got to happen: I have to fuck you both. Apart from that we - all four of us - can do what we like. Why don't you two choose what we do, and who gets fucked first." Graham and Nigel went into a huddle. "Oh, before you decide, you'll look a lot nicer without any clothes on." They stripped in about 15 seconds, displaying two fine erections up against their treasure trails. "I'll be shaving you before you get to meet any clients. I do all the bell boys. Mr Corrigan likes you all to look younger than you really are." The twins resumed their huddle. Graham was their spokesman. "We want you to fuck me first - well, not the first thing we do, but the first person you fuck. We both want to fuck Patrick, and we want to suck all the cocks we can." "That's clear enough. Are you happy with that, Patrick?" "Oh yes, I'm very happy. What we haven't sorted out is where everybody comes. I want Graham's and Nigel's in my mouth." This was what the twins had hoped for. "It's up to you, boys," said Ryan. I decided I might as well show leadership, so when I'd taken off my clothes I grabbed Nigel. "If he's getting fucked first, you can fuck me first." We were lying on the bed looking at each other, each stroking the other's cock. Nigel reached round to finger my arse - ready, as always. "Wow! you're all oiled up. Can I fuck you now?" By way of reply I turned onto my back with my knees keeping my ears company. I made a mental note that foreplay instruction might not go amiss. I doubted whether any clients who might wish to be fucked by Nigel would have been oiled, as he put it. Still, there was plenty of time for such training (and since it would be by showing, rather than telling, it would be enjoyable for tutor and pupil alike). Nigel slowly pushed his cock into me. When he had it right in (six inches maybe) he sighed. I reached up and pulled his face to mine. Our eyes were about two inches apart. I slowly turned my head to the right. To my delight he did the same, and a prolonged kiss followed. While this was going on Nigel's cock remained right up my arse. After a minute I broke off and said quietly, "fuck me, Nigel, fill me up." As he started to do so I noticed Graham move across to lie behind Nigel. "Oh yes, G," he muttered. This was evidently part of their regular technique, because Graham licked along the crack of Nigel's arse - not easy as the arse was fucking pretty fast. To remain attached Graham got hold of Nigel's waist. By the time Nigel came and I felt his cum coating my insides the three of us were very sweaty. As soon as Nigel came Ryan pulled Graham over. He turned the boy onto his back, aping my position, and started to rim him. "Oh God! yes ... yes," moaned Graham, "get your tongue in." Ryan's tongue did as asked, causing Graham's moans to get louder. "Fingers, fingers ... yessss," greeted the insertion of things which could reach considerably further inside than a tongue. "Oh oh I'm going to cum soon." I leaned over and pinched his cock hard. "No, you're not. Sorry if that hurt," and I let go again. Graham's eyes were wide open. "How did you stop me?" "A second of big discomfort, that's all. When you come it'll be twice as good." Ryan waited until I'd moved away again. "May I continue?" I nodded. And then, slowly slowly slowly Ryan's cock disappeared inside Graham's arse. Graham was now moaning continually. Ryan's speed gradually increased. After a couple of minutes Graham's whole torso turned bright pink as the blood flowed to the surface of his skin. "Ah, ah, aaaaaah!" and at last his delayed orgasm shot out of his cock pulsing, pulsing, pulsing as Ryan's cock plunged in at the same rhythm. Graham's pink chest was saturated. Nigel said, "do it on him, Ryan, go on, pull out!" Ryan glanced at me and I nodded. It wasn't necessary for sum to land up inside Graham for him to pass the test. Ryan pulled out just in time. Graham's arse stayed open. Ryan wanked himself two ... three ... four times and his cock spewed onto Graham's already soaked chest. Graham's expression was a familiar one - complete joy. We'd all been there. Ryan was lying on his back, his cock leaking onto his own belly. Nigel was seeing to the serious business of cleaning his brother - exactly as Tim and I did. As he did he announced that Ryan's spunk tasted different from Graham's. "I'm used to his, but yours is more bitter. Still nice, though," and he went back to feeding. "I think we all need a drink," I said, and opened four bottles. I was the only one who hadn't come yet. I had a plan to put that right, but not yet. Let the beer do its work. =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 74 as Prince is put to the test. Arsenal beat Liverpool 1-0 at Highbury in April 1938, and we shall learn about how the bet was settled in due course. 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. ===============================================================================