Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2018 11:01:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 77 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 77 At 2000, when we were all relaxing in our cabin, Charlie, Tim and I did what we always did. The As and Sam copied us immediately, leaving the six newcomers surprised to see us old hands all naked. "It gets bloody hot in here," explained Sam, "and besides, it's a lot more comfortable." Tim added, unnecessarily, that it was a lot more interesting as well. Sam, possessed of the largest cock among the old guard, said that Tim, whom he described as an acknowledged expert in these matters, had told him that his, Sam's, cock might no longer be the biggest available to prospective clients. This brought demands from the As, who alone had neither seen, nor heard about, Prince's endowment, that measurement should be made with no further delay. Prince was naturally happy to display the goods, so within a couple of minutes there were twelve naked bell boys squeezed onto two double beds in cabin 1. We experts knew perfectly well that in a cock measuring contest it's much more fun if there isn't a tape measure handy. The participants - and indeed the audience - are obliged to use more direct means of comparing the cocks under discussion. Prince burst out laughing when he saw Sam's sleepy four inches, but before his very eyes the competition slowly grew, as we knew it would. Four inches became five ... six ... seven ... Prince had never seen growth on quite this scale ... eight. The process slowed. Prince's had remained at eight, and his dismay at Sam's growth spurt had caused his cock to remain resolutely pointed at the floor. To my surprise (and delight) it was Vincent who came to his rescue. "Come on, Prince, we new boys have to stick together. I know you can get another half inch out of that thing. I'll help you wake it up." and he dropped to his knees and took it - well, some of it - into his mouth. Vincent is good at what he does, and Prince soon had that extra half inch that made the competition much closer. Tim applied himself with gusto to see whether Sam could manage a little more. 24 eyes, not all of them unbiased, formed judgements about Sam and Prince. Neither was the clear winner. A more intimate method would have be needed. "OK," said Sam, "how are we going to settle this?" Andrew said that none of us could deep-throat either of them - it would have to be arses. "That won't work," said George, "because whoever they fuck second will have a sloppy arse and he wouldn't feel the second cock to see how far in it got." George was an imaginative, and forthright, addition to Sir's little gang, I thought. No-one could think of anything, and soon the competition palled as Sam's erection, finding little cause for its continued presence, slowly wilted. "Never mind, Sam," said Prince, "how about we call it quits: I've got the biggest and you've got the growingest." Honour was satisfied, at least until someone found a tape measure. We were missing our beer. Two weeks earlier the new ones had all been beer virgins, but now there were withdrawal symptoms. "Do you fancy getting dressed again and going to see whether we can scrounge something?" I said. It was amusing to see us pulling our kit on almost as quickly as we had pulled it off earlier. We went to the canteen where there were still plenty of people eating. The cabin stewards usually stayed on duty until 2100 or even later, so the canteen stayed open until 2200. Getting food wasn't a problem, but getting beer might require guile. We hadn't tried obtaining beer before. Tim steered them to a table in a corner, and he quietly told them that they could help themselves from the buffet. "That's how it works here. Don't overdo it though - we don't want the people in charge to ban us for being greedy pigs." When there was some hesitation Sam said it was OK. "We're allowed to be here - we're part of the crew. Just go easy on how much you take. There'll be plenty more tomorrow." Ten of them, led by Tim and Sam, went and collected a fairly restrained amount of food for hungry teenagers who hadn't eaten for over three hours. Charlie and I went to be guileful. "Leave it to me," he said quietly, "I know a couple of these guys." A huddled conversation ensued during which one of the barmen looked carefully around the room. "I see no children," he said, with a fine Nelson touch, "can you carry a dozen bottles, Charlie?" Beer was a daily routine after that, but never more than a dozen bottles. Except for special occasions of course. I asked them how they'd felt while the passengers had been boarding. There hadn't been any problems that involved bell boy attention, and it had been routine for us old hands. "Is it always that chaotic?" asked George. Andrew said that if you put 2000 bees into a hive and told them to find their way to their bit it would look chaotic, but it would actually be very efficient. "They'll find their way round fast enough," he said, "besides they've all got a guide in their cabins and when it's time for a drink they'll find the bars all right." Javid and I had smiled invitingly as the occasion demanded. No fish had bitten - not least because every elevator was packed - but I was fairly sure that five approaches were being considered. Time would tell. I'd asked Javid to keep a mental note too, and he had picked up three of them. Not bad for a beginner, and I told him so when we had a moment to ourselves. "Don't forget that you don't make any approach apart from smiling. They have to take the first step." Half way down my beer I was brought up sharp by a realization that it was Saturday evening. Whatever had happened at Highbury was now history - but we didn't know what it was. "Wait here," I said, "I'll be back in 10 minutes." Luckily, being a bell boy of over two tears experience I knew not only exactly where the radio shack was (although calling such well-appointed accommodation a 'shack' was rather letting the Cunard side down), but who the radio operators were. None of them had crossed my more interesting radar, but they were nice friendly guys, and I'd been in there with passengers' telegrams often enough. "Greetings, fellow mariners," I said. "Oh God," said one, "it's Patrick. What are you after this time?" I thought this deeply unjust as, to the best of my recollection I had never voiced any requirement. Inside my head I'd entertained lustful thoughts about one of them, but he was blissfully unaware that a 16-year-old arse was no less available to him than it had been when merely a 14-year-old one. "I need to see the football results, and in particular Arsenal and Liverpool." Papers were scrabbled. "Your lot lost. One-nil to the Gunners. Tough luck, Patrick." I found it difficult to feign dismay, knowing that I had won. "Thanks," was all I found myself able to say, "I've got a bet to settle with a new bell boy." The one I fancied - Ron, who must have been all of 22, and - well, I don't need to describe him: just let's say you know the type I lust after (the kind with cocks) - smiled kindly at a boy whom he felt had lost the bet in question. I gave him a particularly big smile back. You never knew. On returning to my beer I took my time swigging before I let them know why I had bolted off so suddenly. "Well now, Javid," I said, "a man blew a whistle this afternoon." Javid immediately knew, although few of the others did. "And your lot won," I said, "congratulations." His eyes lit up, and I waited two beats. "But by the only goal." Tim whooped. "Can we all come?" "Of course," I said, "that was the bet. Vincent, will you remind them exactly what you said?" Vincent stood up, and put his hands behind his back, just as he'd been taught to do when reciting poetry in front of the class at school. "Whoever has more goals after that match gets to fuck the other one in front of all the rest of us," he said quietly. "Word perfect," I said, "and as Liverpool beat Arsenal 2-0 and Arsenal beat Liverpool only 1-0 today that means I get to fuck Javid in front of an audience of ten bell boys, all of whom will be wishing they were doing the fucking." "Or being fucked," added Javid. I shook his hand. We spoke the same language. "Shall we go?" I said. "Willingly, Bell Captain," smiled an Arsenal supporter. We all went quickly to our cabin, but not as quietly as we should have done - I'd need to tell them about being decorous even when off duty. "You're all invited," I said, "but why don't you all go to your own cabins first and get rid of your uniforms. No-one is allowed down here apart from us, so being naked is fine. Join us in here in two minutes." Charlie rubbed his hands together. "I'm going to enjoy this," he said, "Nigel, come and we'll grab the best seats." When the rest arrived they found Javid and me in the middle of three beds pushed together with Charlie leaning back comfortably at the corner of one of the beds with Nigel lying in front of him, leaning back on his chest. Sam and Tim were coiled together. The As lay on the fourth bed with George and Vincent tangled up with them. Prince and Graham squeezed onto the three beds where they could find room. It wasn't ideal, but it would have to do. "When we were selecting these sexy additions to our wicked ranks Tim and I were pretty good at keeping our hands off them, at least until Sir had made his usual formal appointment." "It wasn't easy," said Tim. "Indeed it wasn't. Javid will only be the second of our new colleagues to have had the pleasure of my cock, although I hope to put that right before we get back to Southampton." "Why wait till then?" asked Nigel. I grinned, "why indeed. Come on, Javid, let's make these buggers jealous. On your back." I knew this had to be something special. The old hands had seen and experienced what I was about to do with Javid, and would experience it again many times (as I would be on the receiving end, I hoped). It was important that the newcomers should see what their Bell Captain was capable of doing (and that one of them should experience it directly). I'd already fucked Prince, but that had been in the context of getting him warmed up for Ryan. With Javid the two of us were the only performers, but I wanted four - no, five - of the others to have their eyes opened by what life on Queen Mary was like - or what it was like in our little corner anyway. If they wanted action like that then it would most assuredly be available. I had no doubt that that would be made clear within the next 30 minutes or so. Normally my first port of call with a boy I hadn't fucked before would be his perineum. Not today; not with Javid. I knelt by his head and bent to kiss him. We'd kissed before while I was getting him ready for Ryan, but this time when our lips met he was expecting it. His mouth opened and our tongues danced together, licking the inside of each other's mouth. I stroked his face - I wanted there to be a contrast between the unrestrained action going on inside our mouth with soft, delicate, gentle touching of his face (which the others could see). Javid put his hands up and stroked my face as well. I broke apart to look into his eyes - wide open, dark infinite pools - and smiled before our mouths met again. I couldn't see, but could hear that one or two of them were remarking upon the extreme readiness of Javid's cock. I smiled to myself, knowing that it would either remain in that state for a long time, or it would come quickly, and do so again when I wound it up. His choice. I moved down to his arse and started to lick slowly along his perineum. He raised his legs and I put his ankles over my shoulders. Javid was no stranger to this, but I hoped that what I would do would be a new thing for him. My tongue gradually got nearer and nearer to his hole, then licked across it, fluttering my tongue. He groaned. "Oh fuck, Patrick, that's so hot. Give me some fingers." I planned to give him fingers, but I planned to make him wait. My tongue had a lot more dancing to do. Round and round his arse, flutter-flutter, in a little way, flutter-flutter, a long lick all the way from the end of his crack at the small of his back along past his arsehole flutter-flutter onto his balls (untouched until then) one ball in my mouth gently sucked and swirled round the other ball in my mouth gently swirled round then slowly slowly millimetre by millimetre up the sensitive underside of his cock rubbing the tip of my tongue on his frenul - "oh Christ, here it comes!" he cried and spunk poured and poured and poured out of his cock flying up onto his chest rope after rope and his cock finally wilted. "Tim," was all I had to say. Javid's joy at having cum hugely, then feeling (and when he opened his eyes, seeing) Tim lick the hot spunk trail from his gorgeous brown chest, and then gently gently clean every vestige of spunk from his oh-so-tender gorgeous brown cock, while all the time having my fingers up his arse ... well, his smile expressed what words could not. "Oh God, this is so good. I don't want it to stop." "It won't," I murmured, "not for a long time." I took my fingers out and knelt over him in a 69. "I wanted this last time," he said. "So did I, Javid, but it was Ryan's turn to fuck you then. Tonight I'm the Liverpool fuckmonster and the whole of North London is at my mercy. Now let's get down to it," and my lips took his cock into my mouth. It felt good. Still soft from his recent cum, and I was grateful that Tim hadn't been as thorough as he would normally have been: there was plenty of delicious flavour still under the boy's foreskin. Not for long though. At last my cock felt the warmth of Javid's lips and tongue. It was immediately obvious that he was a brilliant cock sucker, and one of these days I planned to have a session where I would be at his mercy, rather that he at mine. That mouth was a major find for the Queen Mary bell boys - and, although they didn't know it, for dozens of future passengers. Javid and I sucked happily for several minutes, and when his cock seemed to be back to fighting condition I moved back down to his arse and resumed fingering duty. One, two, three well-greased fingers went in easily and I did my usual. His prostate was easy to locate and delightfully receptive to the three-finger trick. He moaned and squirmed and begged me to fuck him. "All in good time," I murmured, "you must say the magic words." "What do I have to day," he panted, "I want you to fuck me - is that it?" My fingers continued their busy work in the dark. "No, Javid, my cock isn't ready to invade your luscious wet arse yet. The magic words are going to be whispered to you by Tim." I hadn't arranged anything with Tim, but we were on the same wavelength. Would he whisper the A-word, or the L-word. I saw Tim's lips at Javid's ear. I scrabbled a bit more and leant forward to get some precum into my mouth. Javid looked into my eyes earnestly and said, very quietly but clearly, "Arsenal are shit." "Good boy," I said and plunged my cock into him as fast and as hard as I could. He reached up and put his arms round me. "Fuck me, Patrick. I need you to unload in me." My guardian fuck fairy was kind to me - and to Javid - that night. I didn't come for ten minutes and all the time he and I got hotter and hotter. Eventually my brain waved its little green flag and my balls opened the flood gates. Three, four, five last deep drives and I came noisily. And went on coming for six or seven spurts. "Oh God I can feel each time your cock squirts," he moaned. "Can you keep fucking me - I'm nearly there." I managed, though it wasn't easy. Another couple of dozen thrusts with a softening cock got him almost there and I raised myself off him so that he could wank himself for the last few strokes. His second coming wasn't as grand as the first, but this time his spunk trails lasted long enough for everyone to admire them before Nigel hoovered them up. "I live here, so it's up to me to clean up," he said by way of explanation. Charlie, who also lived here, as he reminded them all, said simply, "and that's how we relax, boys. And I'm the luckiest one of the lot of you because he's mine." Gentle applause was heard from our guests. As far as I could see each one of them was hard, so inevitably they went back to their own cabins to make use of each other. There didn't seem much point in moving the three beds apart, so the four of us slept together where Javid and I were almost out of it already. I managed to remain just alert enough to fall into Charlie's arms, whereupon Nigel had the wit to caress a spent Javid and stroke him. "Welcome back, love," said Charlie, "I've missed you." I mumbled something into his neck and felt that home was really special. ***** At breakfast at 0730 the next morning Tim's rota had Nigel as my partner. "Stick close," I said. At 0915 the twelve of us crammed into Sir's office. He stood up - he'd never done that before - and welcomed the six new bell boys. "I hope you're settling in all right," he said, "and that you'll have interesting extra duties before long. Patrick will have told you what you must do." He turned to me. "Anything yet?" I shook my head. "Well, it's early days. Keep me in touch. Off you go." Outside we went our separate ways. "Is he always so brief?" asked Nigel as we went back to our elevator, briefly deserted while higher duties too centre stage. "Only when there's nothing to report. If one of us has had a client he wants all the juicy details." "Isn't that embarrassing?" "Only the first few times. After that you get used to it. We used to have fun trying to get one of the other bell boys to get stiff while we went into all the details. You might want to try that when it's your turn. Now, let's get into the shop window. Remember that all you do is smile and drive the elevator. Keep a mental count of the men you think might be looking at us in an interested sort of way." When we met to eat at 1145 we all compared notes again. I made sure they were all finished by 1205 and told them all to meet at the Purse's Office at 1400. "Then we'll change partners again. Prince, you'll be with me." When Prince was driving the elevator there was a great deal more interest, although much of that was from passengers - women as well as men - who found him stunning to look at in his uniform. In those days black boys in elevators were a commonplace sight to Americans, but we were going westwards and the great bulk of our passengers were British and European. Coming east it would be different. I made a mental note to ask Prince if he'd noticed any difference after say three double crossings. Certainly this time he was being studied a great deal. At 1555 I told him he could have 15 minutes off while I went to see Sir about something. "He likes me to go at 1600 if there's anything I need." Prince asked what I needed. "Nothing sinister," I said, "I don't report on you or anything. Once we are down to eight bell boys we'll have to fix a routine for meals that doesn't leave the elevators unmanned. Right now we have twelve of us, and I need to see whether Sir wants to have a one-off plan for this crossing." "What will he say?" I looked sideways. "My guess is that he'll say 'sort it out, Patrick, and tell me what you suggest', and I will then tell him that I have already thought about it, and this is what I recommend." Prince smiled, "you'll end up driving this thing," he said. Not driving, I thought. Running maybe, but it would be Sam who'd be driving. Sir said exactly what I'd known he'd say. The outcome was that the day before we got to New York I would come at 1600 and we'd discuss whether I felt that one crossing was enough to let the new bell boys off on their own, allowing Charlie, Sam and the As to go to their new jobs. If that was what happened Sir and I would work out a meal rota for the eight of us (which of course meant that I'd work it out and Sir would spend three seconds looking at it before he agreed). "Is that likely, do you think, Patrick? Will one crossing be enough?" I said I thought it pretty likely, but I didn't feel completely certain. That was good enough for Sir. "Very well. On this crossing only you should all twelve of you eat together. There isn't room for all of you. That will help the learning process if you encourage them to exchange experiences at each occasion. I'm sure you will have other things to discuss each evening after 2000." He smiled. "Don't bother bringing Charlie, Sam, Alan and Andrew to the morning meeting unless any of them have had a client. Oh, by the way, I approve of the beer arrangement. Just keep it discreet." My God! did this man have spies everywhere? I went back to the elevator to rejoin Prince. He grinned. "I decided not to have 15 minutes off. I thought it would be fun to drive the elevator on my own." "And?" I said, knowing from his grin that there had been a development. "I had an approach." I stopped the elevator at the next deck - there was no-one with us - and we walked away. "Tell me exactly what happened." "One of the men who'd had a good look at us twice got on again. There were only two other people and when they got off it was just him and me. He didn't waste any time. 'You smile a lot, boy', he said, 'do you do anything else with those nice big lips?' I said I didn't know what he meant. You told us we hadn't to make the first advance, but I couldn't think of anything else to say. Then he said 'I think you know just what I want, boy,' so I smiled and got his number and said he'd be contacted. I hope that's right." I told him he had got it exactly right. "What was his stateroom number?" "622. He was English, about 40, I'd say." "Well done, Prince, you're the first. Now carry on with the elevator while I go and see 622. Be in cabin 1 in half an hour and if I'm not back wait for me there." =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 78 as Prince meets his first client 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. ===============================================================================