Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2018 08:07:27 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 75 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 75 The three of us embraced sweatily. Ryan's work was done. Mine was almost done, or rather, it would start in a completely new way. Once we'd seen Sir in the morning I would have a team to train. But before then we would have the party to end all parties. There was no hurry though. Prince's body could stand a lot of exploration. "I'll leave you two to it," said Ryan, and he went off for a shower. Prince spread himself out on his back. "You're something," he said. "I'm not the only one, Prince. I've never had sex with a black boy before. There have been a few black passengers, but you don't get the the chance just to sit and look with clients. It's action they're paying for." "And do you like what you see? Will I do?" "Oh Prince, of course you'll do," I said, "you and Javid were always going to be chosen if you were up for it. You two are so different from us - your bodies, I mean. The different colour of your skin is a big turn-on, believe me. And look at your cock compared with mine. I don't mean size - Sam's is nearly as big as yours - I mean the colour, and yours has so many different colours. It's like a fucking rainbow," and we both fell about laughing. He looked closely at my eyes. "I like you, white boy," he said softly. Our faces moved imperceptibly closer. He was a bloody good kisser too. "I don't understand how you can kiss me so passionately if you're in love with Charlie," he said. "Fucking I can understand, because you can fuck somebody without feeling anything other than horny. But kissing's different." I couldn't see why, and said so. It was something where each of us probably felt differently, and differently with different boys on different occasions too. "I can't explain," I said finally, "just accept that's how it is for me. I think sex with you is wonderful, I think your cock is marvellous, I like kissing you, I like you, Prince, but I don't love you. I love Tim because he's my twin and I love Charlie because ... because ... " "Because his soul fills you up and you fill his," said Ryan quietly; he had heard most of what I'd said. "Now go and shower you two, because you reek and we don't want to give the others ideas." I got up and kissed him - a kiss which was reciprocated. "Prince, we don't just get to fuck the boys on Queen Mary, we get to kiss them too," said Ryan. Prince took the hint. The sight of naked Ryan embracing naked Prince was nice. The rest of that day was entirely agreeable. Ryan joined us for the evening meal, the first part of the orgy, the beer session at 2100 and the second part of the orgy which started at 2105 when the beer was carried back to our hut. It seemed sensible to use the other four beds for the second part of the orgy as the first four were pretty - well, damp. Twins, being the sort of people they are, announced when they could wait no longer that they were going to get rid of the beer, and anyone who wanted to watch was welcome. Tim added that anyone who wanted to join in would be even more welcome. Graham and Nigel added their considered view that the others would find the spectacle to their liking. Ryan, weary like the rest of us, said that he would, as usual, leave us to get on with it. "Come on you lot," said Tim, "it's part of your training." While this wasn't strictly true I was grateful that it had come up in circumstances of advanced tiddliness, rather than in the more decorous surrounding on Queen Mary. Four twins got on with it: two kneeling and two pissing. As experienced piss-freaks the four of knew instinctively when to swop places. Two minutes later four bell boys had empty bladders and the same four bell boys were wet from head to foot. Vincent had knelt in front of George before we'd finished. "Come on G, this looks hot. You do me and I'll do you." George needed no further exhortation, and Vincent's appreciation of the hot wicked flow as it poured from his friend's cock down his chest, his belly, his cock, his balls was clear. He cupped his hands under his balls making a pool of piss. Seeing this Javid stood between them and started to piss into the rapidly-overflowing pool. Only Prince wasn't pissing. Javid noticed and managed to stop his flow - he still had plenty left. "Come on Prince," he said, "why don't we savages show these missionaries how real men piss." Prince smiled his enigmatic smile. "And how will we do that, Javid? They seem to know how to do it already." Javid whispered in Prince's ear and a look of considerable surprise crossed Prince's face. "OK, but you'd better do it because I've no idea what you mean." It was the high spot of the evening for Tim and me - and for the others who'd never seen it before - when Javid rolled Prince's foreskin back and docked with him. The ballooning brought cries of disbelief, quickly followed by intimations that they would want to do that next time, from the two piss virgins, and from the twins whose pissing games had never ventured under the other's foreskin. It seemed the right time to tell them that when they'd all had the medical examination a few weeks earlier one of the reasons was to check that they all had foreskins. "They're so much nicer," said Tim, acting all pansy. The third part of the orgy morphed, as good orgies do, into sleep. ***** We awoke rather later the next morning than we normally did, or than we would do on board. Still, an orgy is an orgy, and the morning after is still a bit special. Tim and I had fucked the twins and the pleasure had been returned. At some point in the proceedings I had fucked George and Vincent and they had fucked me: I think it was after the pissing session. I can't remember whose arses I came in, and it doesn't really matter. I know I came three times and the last one was in Javid's mouth. Breakfast was therefore somewhat muted. I reminded Prince that we were on parade at 0950. "Make sure you've got plenty still," said Vincent, who was clearly going to be vying with Tim in the coarse and inappropriate remarks department. At 1000 I knocked as usual. "Come." "Good morning, Sir," I said, "I bring you the last and best. I hope you'll find him satisfactory." Sir gave me an old-fashioned look. "I'm sure I shall, Patrick, thank you. I imagine this will take a little longer than usual, so will you wait please." Longer than usual, eh! What delight was Sir going to allow himself in addition to the pleasure of a mouthful of essence of Prince? Not a fuck, surely? "I want you to assemble everybody in the food hut at 1230." Prince didn't reappear for 20 minutes during which my thumbs were worn out from twiddling. As we left I asked him what had happened. "He sucked me off. That's what the others said he does to everybody." "Yes, but he usually doesn't take that long - 10 minutes at most. What else did he do?" "Do you really want to know?" "Yes, Prince, I do. I need to know everything. That was there aren't any surprises. We've had one or two in the past and I don't want any more." "OK. He made me strip and lie on his bed. Then he licked my arse like you did -" "It's called rimming." "- yes, and he licked the whole of my body from my belly button round to my arse - every bit of it. It was weird but it was erotic at the same time. He was moaning." "I think you'd better get used to men moaning when they get close to you, Prince, you're very moan-making." He grinned. "You mean I'm the sexiest blackest thing they've ever seen." "That's exactly what I mean. You are going to be gold dust - you and Javid - simply because you're exotic and different. You must have come across people out there who think you're shit because you're black. We're not like that, Prince. We think you're just the same as the rest of us inside, but more exciting on the outside. That can't be a bad thing, can it?" "Sir certainly thought so because while he was licking he got his cock out and wanked onto me. He came on my belly." He's never done that before, I thought. "And then he sucked you off?" "Yeah. There wasn't much because you buggers got so much yesterday. Do you know I've come seven times since this time yesterday?" I was impressed and said so. "Would you like me to put a splint on it?" We found the rest of them awaiting Prince's return, and he was greeted with unrestrained glee. I shushed them. "Stop it. You've all been there, we all have. It's Sir's little habit. He's unlikely to want more, even of your mighty thing, Prince." I told them that Sir was assembling us all at 1230. "I think we'll all get good points if we're ready to leave here as soon as lunch is done, so pack your stuff ready for a quick off. If I'm wrong there's no harm done. If I'm right Sir will think you're all wise bright boys, just right for his group of sinners." I was right, of course. At 1230 we were all sitting agog. Two weary old sinners and six bright new faces beamed at him. He came in with Ryan, so for the first time all ten of us were together. "I want to congratulate you all," he said, "you've all passed with the highest marks. Patrick and Tim have done a first class job, and their task on board to bring you up to the mark will be much easier. You understand what the special duties are, but the ordinary everyday ones are just as important. You'll be shown those by the existing bell boys. You will be going home after lunch and I want you all back at the quayside in Southampton at 1800 on Friday - that's four days from now. Queen Mary will arrive the next morning and you will all go aboard as soon as she docks - before the passengers begin to disembark. Patrick and Tim will take you to your quarters where you should leave your kit. You'll get fitted out with your uniforms, and you'll spend Friday night in Southampton." He handed out a list - a very short list - of what they would need to bring - just underwear, pyjamas and washing stuff with some casual clothes, although they wouldn't need the underwear that much. "Patrick and Tim are Bell Captains, and if there's anything you don't know you'll find that they do. And if they don't you can be damn sure that they'll invent an answer." He gave us a twinkle. "You'll want to hear about the financial arrangements. You get a wage, of course. On top of that any tips you get, whether in an elevator or in someone's bed, are yours to keep. I will want to know how much, but that's all. Patrick and Tim will tell you that I keep a note of how much we take in each day, and a proportion is allocated to each boy. When we dock for any length of time you can come and collect your share, but we're not usually in port for long enough to spend it. It's shared out equally, in case you're wondering, so that they boys who get fewer clients don't lose out. The boys who get more clients don't get more money -" "They just get more fucks," said Tim and I in unison. More twinkles. "As you can see, gentlemen, when we are alone there is little ceremony. In public it's different. And that was that. Lunch was an anti-climax. A bus appeared and they six of them disappeared with Ryan to see their families for the last time for several months. We old hands had been told to stay. Sir had more to tell us, apparently. "What about sleeping arrangements?" asked Sir as soon as they'd gone. I said we'd thought about that, and it depended on what Sir wanted to happen with the other four. "I'd like to have the whole of the outward voyage to train them," I said, "to train them in everything, that is. The layout of the ship, their everyday bell boy duties, how to deal with an approach from clients in the elevators, how to deal with clients when they meet them - the whole thing." "And can you do that in one crossing?" "Yes, provided I can have the existing bell boys as part of the training. It will be one trainer to each new bell boy." "OK, that's fine. The ship's managed with only four bell boys without sinking, so having twelve for a few days shouldn't be a problem." "When we get to New York Charlie will start work in the galley, Sam will go on the Bridge and Alan and Andrew will work in the sports area. Tim and I want to go on living with Sam and Charlie, and I assume the As will want to stay together. But fitting 12 lusty boys into four rooms isn't easy. The fourth cabin has hardly ever been used for fucking passengers, so we need to bring it back into ordinary use. The trouble is that we will have five couples: the three we've got now, Graham and Nigel, and George and Vincent. Javid and Prince aren't a couple, and there's no sign that they feel special about each other." "Aren't you overlooking something, Patrick?" I thought, but couldn't work out what he meant. "When you came on board you two were a couple, but the sea air soon changed that, didn't it?" I saw his point. "We don't want to split those new pairs - let's call them pairs until they really are couples - as everything's bound to be strange. Why don't I tell them that the sleeping arrangements are flexible and can be changed each time we're in port?" "Yes, I agree. Now what about the first crossing?" I said that we couldn't work out a good solution. "Suppose Charlie and I stay in 1, Sam and Tim in 2, and the As in 3. If there are to be three boys in each cabin that means that there would be three new ones in 4, and that isn't ideal. And it splits up the others as well." Sir said he thought it was quite simple. "Since most of you presumably sleep together why can't you have four boys in two beds in 1, 2 and 3? It can always be changed as all you have to do is shift a few beds around." I didn't think there would be room to swing a cat, what with four beds pushed together in pairs and the cupboards, but it was certainly worth trying. "Suppose we try that for the first crossing, Patrick, how do you want to allocate them?" I said I wanted time to think about it, not least because it would be useful to think about which of the new recruits should be exposed to which evil influences. It wasn't the only reason I needed to think. "Very well, go away, the two of you, and come back in half an hour. Ryan will be back with the bus by then." Tim and I sat in the food hut with three bits of paper in front of us. "Who do we want with us?" I said. It was the most important question. "Do you mean who do we wank to fuck with most, or who do we think will learn most from us? Sir's idea that the twins may well split up, like we did, makes a lot of sense. I think George and Vincent are a couple already." I said I agreed. "Let's put them with the As then, in 3." Tim agreed. "Now, do we split Prince and Javid?" I said I thought it was important that we should, because if we didn't there would be bound to be a white/not white distinction, however much we all said there wouldn't be. Tim agreed with that too. "Then it's easy. We each choose one of Prince and Javid, and we each choose one of the twins," I said, "you go first." Tim chose Prince and I chose Nigel. That suited me fine, because I wanted to find out much more about Javid - he seemed to be more interesting somehow. Prince was proud and in your face, but Javid had depth. At least, that's how I see it now as an old man. I couldn't have articulated it like that then. When we went back to Sir we gave him the list. It had taken only 15 minutes. Cabin 1: Charlie, Patrick, Javid, Nigel. Cabin 2: Sam, Tim, Prince, Graham. Cabin 3: Alan, Andrew, George, Vincent. "Are you both happy with that?" We were. "Good. You'll all board early on Saturday, so you'll have a good three hours before any passengers start to board. I want you paired up - sort out who goes with who - on all public operations for the first few days. I might release the other four before New York if everything goes well, but I'm certainly not keeping them on after the first crossing. I assured him that it would all work out fine. "They're all bright and they'll pick it up quickly. After all, they've got the smartest boys in the company training them." Sir smiled. "Indeed they have. You've both done bloody well these last few days, and I'm very proud of you. I will arrange for you to receive a bonus as well as an increase in your wage now that you are Bell Captains." We were taken aback by this as we had had no expectation of any financial reward. "Your wages will increase by 25% from Saturday and you will each receive £50. Well done, the pair of you." How do you thank a man who has sucked your cock and swallowed your spunk when he's your boss and gives you a whopping wage increase? We hugged him of course. "Now that's all settled, what do you want to do between now and Friday? Do you want to go home to Liverpool?" Neither of us had the least desire to do that: we knew we were well out of the evil influence of the three Connors. "No, Sir," I said. "Well then, what shall we do with you? I have to be in Liverpool at Head Office tomorrow and I shall be staying with my brother. I shall give him a full account of your exploits - a very full account. I think you'll agree that he will enjoy hearing about what his boys get up to without his wise guidance." The twinkling was now like a firework display. "What will Ryan be doing?" asked Tim. "I have no idea - why? do you want to stay with him?" It had considerable advantages, it had to be said, but we3 had no idea what Ryan's family circumstances were. "You'll have to ask him," said Sir. When he got back we did just that. Ryan's family lived in London and he said we would be welcome to stay with them for a few days. "You won't be able to misbehave, because none of my family knows what I like to get up to, and it stays that way, OK?" We agreed. Four days of abstinence after the mammoth sessions we'd just had would be no bad thing. There's be a nice build-up of spunk for Charlie and Sam too. Sir was pleased that he wasn't going to have to make arrangements for us. "Just get them back to Southampton by 1700 on Friday. I want them there before the others arrive at 1800. Enjoy London, you two." For a few days two 16-year-old boys, full of sin and life's rich experiences, were 10-year-olds again, seeing the sights of London and - although they wouldn't have put it that way at the time - just being children. I, a man of 96, don't regret for one moment the things we did on Queen Mary, but equally I remember with pleasure those few days with Tim when Ryan was like an uncle, showing us what that great city had to offer. On the Friday afternoon the three of us took a train from Waterloo. The few days became a memory. Southampton, and real life, beckoned. =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 76 as the new recruits settle in. 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. ===============================================================================