Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2018 14:23:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 74

Queen Mary Bell-boys by badboi666

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Chapter 74

After 20 minutes I offered the boys another beer - that would make three
bottles for each of them.  Naturally they accepted.  The four of us were
just lying about on the big bed, occasionally stroking one another but with
no sexual stimulation going on: it was all very relaxed.  Half an hour
later Nigel got up.  "I need to piss," he said.  "Me too," said Graham.  I
said I would come with them.  As it was now almost midnight I said we might
as well just go as we were: no-one was going to see us.  "And if they did,
they'd get a nice thrill," said Nigel.  Neither he nor Graham was sober,
but neither were they drunk - just very relaxed and happy.  When we got to
the bogs the 200 yard journey naked across the grass had made them giggly:
exactly what I hoped would happen.  Graham pulled Nigel to him and
whispered.  "Yeah, why not.  Patrick's a big boy, he won't mind," said
Nigel.  Instead of going to the pissing trough the two of them stood under
a shower head.  They stood face to face only a few inches apart.  "Before
you start," I said, "not only will I not mind, but you're about to be
joined by a fellow piss-freak."  They broke apart and the three of us
formed a tight ring.  Almost immediately I felt hot piss from one of them
pouring onto my belly.  If they pissed on each other they would probably go
one step further - or would they?  Only one way to find out.  I knelt and
opened my mouth.  Nigel's eyes opened wide.  "You want it, Patrick?"  I
nodded.

They moved so they were side by side.  I was kneeling.  Before me were two
cocks, each about 5 inches and half hard.  I reached up and took Nigel's in
my hand.  "Don't piss yet."  I wanted to suck it first, to suck it
thoroughly, to pull his foreskin back (it was nice and loose), to run my
tongue round his glans, to tongue his frenulum, to make him shudder - all
this before I wanted him to piss in my mouth.  I licked, I sucked, I was
getting very turned on.  "OK," I said.  I felt his piss gushing into my
mouth.  It was so tasty.  I swallowed as fast as I could but inevitably a
lot of it spilled out of my mouth pouring down my chest down my belly onto
my cock past my cock onto my balls past my balls down my legs down down
down puddling at my feet I was still swallowing as hard as I could ... and
his flow finally stopped.  I heard Graham say "fuck! that was hot."  I
moved my mouth to Graham's cock and repeated the whole amazing performance.
His piss just kept on coming I swallowed and swallowed and it ran down down
down me soaking my whole fucking body oh God I needed to cum so much.  I
stood up.  "For God's sake one of you suck my cock, I'm gonna cum in about
5 seconds."  I closed my eyes and hoped that a mouth would engulf me.  I
didn't know whose it was, but when my cock erupted with the biggest cum I'd
had since leaving the ship it was into the warm soft welcoming mouth of a
twin, of a 15-year-old, of a new lusty cum-swallowing friend oh God it was
good.  I shot and shot and shot.  I felt him swallow, his tongue and throat
milking the last of my spunk as he swallowed.

"Fuck, Patrick, you're on fire."  It was true.  I grinned.  "Thanks for
hosing me down, both of you.  Who was on my cock?"  "Me," said Nigel.
"Then it's your turn next time, Graham," I said, stroking both their
cheeks.  "And now I need to piss, so kneel, the pair of you."  They knelt
together; they turned their faces to me.  "We like it on our faces."  I
obliged.  Then we all showered.

When we got back to Ryan fully 15 minutes after we'd left he was not
surprised to find us all smelling of soap.  "Ah.  I see you've found these
two share your interesting habits."  The twins were a bit taken aback by
this.  I explained.  "All the bell boys are happy to play piss games.  Some
of the clients want it, and Sir makes them pay extra.  Ryan isn't into
piss, but one or two of the crew are.  You'll learn more about that later
when Tim and I give the six of you all the stuff you need to know.

Ryan asked who had come in the bogs.  "Just me," I said, "which means we've
all come once.  "Now that you're all sweet-smelling I think I could just
about manage to carry out my duty.  Nigel, come and let me enjoy your
beautiful boyish arse."  "You're being very romantic, Ryan," I said, "are
you in love with him?"  "No more than I am with all of you," he said
gallantly, "but his arse is something special."  "Why?" asked Nigel.
"Because I haven't fucked it yet."  Graham laughed.  "You're not so special
after all."

Ryan really went to town.  He sucked Nigel's cock; he took one of his balls
into his mouth and gently rolled it rough.  This was clearly a new
experience for Nigel who indicated that it could be extended to his other
testicle.  Ryan moved down to Nigel's arse crack.  He lifted the boy up and
got him crouching on his chest with his arse in front of his face.  It was
an erotic sight.  Ryan was on his back with his nose and tongue in Nigel's
arse.  I nudged Graham and jerked my head towards the pair on the bed.
"Join in."  He moved and knelt between Ryan's feet allowing Nigel to suck
his cock.  Graham's hands cradled Nigel's head and he bent to whisper.  I
heard him say, "I love you, kid.  We've struck gold here, haven't we/" It
was exactly how I'd felt with Tim in the very early days.  Now of course we
still love each other - we'll always be twins - but each of us had someone
else we loved a whole lot more.  I confess to being glad that I wasn't
required to say anything, because I'm pretty sure I couldn't have.

Soon Nigel was begging to be fucked.  "I'm so fucking hot, Ryan, stick it
in and cool me down."  "What d'you mean 'cool'," Ryan growled, "my spunk is
red hot."  "Not as hot as my arse, so get it in.  I need fucked."  I really
would have to speak to the new recruits about how they express themselves
when the heat is upon them.  Ryan fucked him.  Nigel howled with delight
and his cock duly shot another fine load.  There was no way that Ryan was
going to pull out, so when he came it was deep deep inside Nigel's
beautiful boyish arse.

We slept the sleep of men exhausted.

At 1000 the next morning Sir was presented with two more boys whose cocks
he sucked and whose spunk - their third in less than 12 hours - he greedily
swallowed.

Now it was all about Prince.  I still hadn't formed a clear idea of what I
would need to do.  Still, I knew he was experienced at fucking men, so
getting him into a session with Ryan wouldn't be a problem.  Maybe
straightforward bargaining would do it - you can fuck Ryan if he gets to
fuck you.  The trouble with that would be that if Prince refused there was
nothing I could do to change his mind.  He knew far too much now to be
allowed out into the world without becoming a bell boy.  The trouble was
that I liked Prince, and I knew that having him as one of us would spice
things up no end for the rest of us, never mind some of the crew and - with
luck - large numbers of highly-paying passengers.  I would have to play it
by ear, and so far playing it by ear hadn't let me down too often.

When I'd left Ryan at 0730 we'd agreed that I could call with Prince in tow
at any time after 1100.  We'd talked about whether Tim should come as well.
Ryan said that if what Prince had said was true - that after being raped
he'd never allow anyone to fuck him again, then we might need two sessions.
"Why not keep Tim in reserve in case we need a longer session with Prince
later.  One of you can fuck him and if he's still red hot after you come
then I can get into him while he's still full of Liverpool spunk.  It'll go
in without touching the sides."  "I hope not, because touching the sides is
what it's all about."  "You know what I mean, sexy one," and he cuddled me.
A kiss sealed the deal.  "I'll be there after 1100."

I looked for the rest of then, and found only Graham and Nigel lying fully
clothed side by side on their pushed-together beds.  "Where is everyone?"
"Playing cards in the food hut."  "Aren't you card players?"  "We wanted to
talk about what happened last night, and imagine all the hot stuff that'll
happen on Queen Mary.  That session with you in the bogs was the best thing
we've done here.  Do the others really like piss as much as you do?"  I
told them that Tim was as keen as I was and that he wasn't the only one.
"Have you ever been pissfucked?"  They looked perplexed, so I explained.  A
practical demonstration was sought, and a promise to carry one out was
given.  "I'm not sure when - it's not the easiest thing to do.  But I
promise, OK?"  My promise was accepted.  I thought I'd involve Tim as well
- might as well show both of them while we're at it.

I went to the food hut where the other four were deeply involved in a card
game.  I couldn't work out what it was, but after a few minutes it came to
an end and Prince seemed to be the winner.  "Well done, Prince," I said,
"you deserve a reward," and I dragged him out.  "My turn then," he said,
"why am I last?"  "We always keep the best to the end, but don't you dare
tell the others that."  We walked to Ryan's hut in silence.  When we went
in Ryan was sitting on a chair - not on his bed.  "Hello, Prince," he said,
"at last.  I've heard a lot about you."  As it was said with a smile Prince
knew that the 'lot' was probably good things.  "What have you heard, Ryan?
Nice things I hope."  I sat on a bed next to Ryan's chair and Patrick had
little option but to sit on the bed on the other side.

"Prince," began Ryan, "we know only what you've said - to us or to the
others.  We know you've fucked men, and that you enjoy it.  You enjoy doing
all kinds of things with boys, and they, or the ones here anyway, have
enjoyed what they've done with you.  That's all good, because, as Patrick
may have told you, the bell boys live together and there's a great deal of
sexual activity every night.  What Patrick may not have told you, and he'll
have to forgive me if I jump the gun, is that he and Charlie are
boy-friends.  To spare Patrick's blushes I will tell you that they are more
than just boy friends.  They love each other.  They've been together since
they first met in May 1936.  It's my guess that they'll always be together.
It's the same with Tim and Sam.  Charlie and Sam are 18 now, and will stop
being bell boys when you six join.  Patrick's being very quiet while I'm
telling you all this.  The fact that he and Charlie are in love doesn't
stop either of them doing stuff with other bell boys.  They do that openly
because the boys all like each other, and buggering about with other boys
of your age is always nice.  They do things with men because that's the
deal we have.  They get generous tips from most of the clients, and
Corrigan shares the money with them.  When Corrigan started he had only
three boys: Patrick, Tim and Alan.  Patrick - and her did it on his own -
recruited another three.  One of them was Charlie.  When they first met
Charlie was shocked that Alan groped his arse, and he was offended.  Less
than two weeks later Patrick and Charlie were having an intense sexual
relationship.  Charlie had never wanked, but Patrick showed him new and
exciting things.  I'm telling you all this, Prince, and I don't think any
of the others know it, because Patrick is very gifted in getting boys to
see the possibility of change.  We want you in this group, Prince.  You are
going to be a star in your own way.  You and Javid are the only non-white
boys, and that gives Corrigan a big plus in terns of what he can offer.
That means more money.  You have a big cock, and you know how to use it.
Many of the clients will want a cock like that, particularly on a black
boy, in their mouth or up their arse.  But some will want to fuck you.  And
I want you to put your rape out of your mind for a few hours.  Let Patrick
and me try to show you that being fucked by someone who wants to give you
pleasure by fucking you is worth trying.  Now, Prince, are you willing to
give us the chance - the chance to press a button inside you which could
change your whole world?"

I hadn't enjoyed his telling Prince about me and Charlie, although I knew I
would have told them all the next day once Prince had seen Sir.  As he went
on I saw that Ryan had hit on the only way likely to get his cock up
Prince's arse.  I crossed my fingers and waited.  Nothing I could say would
help.

Prince remained in thought.  I looked at him and saw, for the first time, a
dignity in him.  After two minutes of silence he looked at Ryan and simply
said, "very well."  The dynamic had changed.  Yesterday and the day before
I had been testing recruits, and Ryan's fucking them had been part of my
testing routine.  Now it was different.  This recruit was choosing to allow
something to happen which until then he would have found impossible.  This
recruit may have been only 15, but his maturity was of someone far older.
I had to bring us back to where we needed to be.  I stood up and shook
Patrick's hand.  We both grinned.  He became a boy again.  "When will you
do the dreadful deed?" he asked, but his grin was still there.  "You mean
the first time?" I replied.  He laughed.  "It'll have to be bloody good if
you're going to get to do it twice."  "Oh, trust me, you'll be begging for
it before we reach New York," I said, "and not just me."  "Stop it, you
two.  Prince, this isn't the right time.  We've had a serious conversation,
and Patrick and I respect you.  Let's get a couple of beers, have something
to eat, and the three of us get down to not being anything like so serious
at 1400.  Does that seem a good idea?"  "Food then fuck - yeah, sounds good
to me," said Patrick, "oh, by the way, I take it I get to fuck you too."

"Afterwards," said Ryan.

*****

The three of us were naked on the big bed by 1400.  Prince's cock was fully
erect and I had most of it in my mouth.  Ryan was a spectator for the time
being.  My cock was fully erect too, and Prince had all of it in his mouth.
That meant I could use both hands to explore Prince's arse - the main
theatre of activity in the coming hour.  I pulled his cheeks apart and
squeezed them together.  The first time I did this Prince sighed, so I took
it as an encouraging sign.  Ryan supplied a dollop of grease when I
stretched out my hand, and I smoothed it along Prince's crack.  I made no
attempt to put a finger in, but as I rubbed along his crack I allowed
myself the luxury of circling the target a few times with a finger-tip.  It
was four minutes before Prince took his mouth off my cock long enough to
say, "go on then."  My finger went two inches into his arse at the same
time as my cock went six inches back into his mouth.  I moved it very
carefully until I found what I was seeking.  He twitched noticeably, but
managed not to bite.  I wanted this to be a teasing discovery for him - the
summit view is better appreciated if the climb has not been swift and
straightforward.  Out came my finger, which was waved at Ryan.  More grease
was supplied.  In went two fingers - two would be enough to do the trick
today.  Let him wait for three or four until we were well out to sea.  One
finger stole softly up the left of his arse, one softly up the right, the
two fingers kept as far apart as I dared.  Being stretched sideways didn't
seem to bother him.  When I felt I'd gone in just the right distance my two
fingers closed in on their target.  They rubbed gently at what they had
found.  The sucking on my cock stopped.  My fingers rubbed marginally less
gently.  The lips on my cock withdrew and I bent forward to get Prince's
cock in my mouth - just in time.  Ryan told me afterwards that Prince had
thrown his head back to howl just like a wolf.  As soon as my cock was out
of danger I went for it and my effort was rewarded with the biggest
mouthful of cum I'd had in a long time.  I wasn't in the least surprised by
the quantity (gratified, naturally), nor by the taste (nutty); merely by
the sheer speed of it.

"What happened?"  I explained.  "Wow!" and after a pause, "is it always
like that?"  "No, only if the guy up your arse knows what he's doing.  Now
that thing up there is your target when you fuck somebody.  A cock as big
and fat as yours is going to rub on it like my fingers did.  If you get it
right the guy will be seeing stars."  "Yeah, but not as bright as the ones
I just saw."

"Lie on your back now, and let me fuck you while you're still red hot," I
said.  He was a bit reluctant still, but the power of his orgasm overcame
it.  I parted his legs and Ryan moved to lift them over my shoulders.
There was enough grease up his arse that my cock would slide in easily.  I
reached down and drew back my foreskin, and rubbed my wet glans over his
arsehole. "That's nice," he murmured, "go on, I'm as ready as I ever will
be."  This would have to be a quick fuck, I decided, if Ryan was to get in
there for sloppy seconds while Prince was still enjoying the afterglow.  I
knew it wouldn't take me long to come, and I was well aware that there
would by myriad opportunities to fuck this boy tenderly, fiercely, slowly,
however he wanted it, in the future.  The sole purpose of this fuck was to
get spunk into him.

I went in slowly, getting right in on the first stroke.  "Aah!"  Now for
it, Patrick.  When Tim and I were about 13 we were in our bedroom one day
reading comics.  It was pissing with rain and we were bored.  Suddenly out
of the blue he said "race you to see who comes first."  Neither of us had
been thinking about a wank, and neither of us had an erection.  We dropped
our trousers and our pants - that took about three seconds - and he said
"go."  He won.  He shot in 8 seconds - I took 10.  In those innocent days
we thought there was a virtue in coming quickly.  Right now, with my cock
buried in Prince, I remembered that rainy afternoon.  This time it took
about 30 seconds, not least because my fist when I was 13 gripped my cock
more tightly than Prince's well-lubricated arse.  "Coming," I panted, and
shot a good load.  "Fuck, I can feel your cock pulsing as you shoot."

I glanced at Ryan and he nodded.  His cock was ready, hard and urgent.  I
pulled out, and Prince let out a disappointed `ooow'.  Ryan and I changed
places and Ryan's cock was inside Prince not three seconds after the
`ooow'.  All the way in too.  "Aaaah!" from Prince.  Ryan pushed in as far
as he could.  "Get used to a man's cock, Prince.  It's not the biggest or
the longest, but right now it's the best.  Patrick's fingers made you come,
and my cock's going to make you come again.  This fuck doesn't finish until
your arse is full of my spunk, hot and thick."

I was amused by this.  Ryan wasn't usually so forthright in his
love-making.  The effect on Prince was dramatic, however.  He reached up to
Ryan's shoulders and pulled him down onto his chest.  Prince's arms
squeezed Ryan.  Prince gently brought Ryan's head to his and I watched
entranced as Prince very slowly licked Ryan's ear.  Then he whispered,
"we've got all afternoon."

Prince got the quick and the leisurely that afternoon.  With sloppy seconds
up there Ryan found little friction to speed things along.  It was getting
on for half an hour that they were fucking.  OK, there were occasions when
Ryan didn't fuck very fast, but even then there were long slow withdrawals
and fast plunges in again.  They were both pretty vocal too.  Much as I
wanted to get involved I knew I had to remain on the sidelines.  At last
Ryan panted - sweat was pouring off both of them - "here it comes," and a
great final deeper-than-ever push delivered the first welcome man spunk
into Prince's arse.  Ryan rolled off exhausted.  "Finish him, Patrick."

This was unexpected, and I bent to my task with a will.  I admired the cock
I was to service.  The root was black, as black as the rest if Prince - a
gorgeous velvety black, glistening with sweat.  His arse was leaking cum,
but it was his cock I was entranced by.  The foreskin was retracted and the
head of his cock was a deep purple - quite like mine really.  What was
fascinating was the skin between the two - the inside of his foreskin, I
suppose.  It was pink, again just like mine.  None of us had seen a black
boy's cock at close quarters, and I knew Prince would be the subject of
detailed examination in the days to come.

I licked this gorgeous object from the root to the tip.  Prince moaned.  I
took as much of it in my mouth as I could and swirled my tongue round the
head.  Five million nerve endings in the head of Prince's cock screamed in
his brain that they could stand it no longer, so his brain gave his balls
the go-ahead.  For the second time that day my mouth was filled with the
spunk of this boy-god.

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The fun will continue in Chapter 75.  We have more fun with the new
recruits.  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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