Date: Fri, 31 Aug 2018 19:19:26 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 78 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 78 By that time I didn't bother to tell Sir I was making a client contact: all he needed to know was that an arrangement had been made. I would tell him at 0915 the next morning. The only thing he insisted on was that he knew about it before the appointment was due. I suppose that was in case anything went wrong. I went down to the cabin to collect my book - Sir insisted it was all written down. Within 30 minutes of 622 approaching Prince I was outside the stateroom door. I knocked. It was opened by a man I remembered having seen while Prince was operating the elevator. I'd been standing in the other corner, so I was able to see the passengers as they looked at Prince. I had earmarked this one as a possibility. "Good afternoon, sir," I said, "I understand you want the services of a bell boy." "You're very young," he said. "Yes, but I'm also your contact. My name's Patrick. May I sit down?" He smiled and pointed to a chair. "You can call me Edward. What does your colleague do?" I explained that my colleague's name was Prince and he would do whatever Edward wanted. However I required to know now what those wants were. "Just tell me, Edward. Nothing you say will shock me, I assure you." "How much do you charge, Patrick?" "$80 for the first hour and $60 an hour after that, with a minimum of $80. That's for basic stuff - fucking and sucking either way. If you want anything more fancy it costs more. What would you like Prince to do?" Edward didn't hesitate. "I want him to fuck me. If his cock is anything like the rest of him it will be a very memorable hour. I think an hour ought to be enough." I smiled. "I think you'll find Prince a very skilled fucker, Edward, and a very experienced one. One last thing - I will need your Passport. I hold it as security and it will be returned an hour after Prince leaves you." Edward asked why - they usually do. "We once had an unfortunate occurrence and we put in an extra layer of security to protect the boys. I'm afraid it's a requirement. You give me your Passport and $80 and tell me when you want him. It can't be before 10 tomorrow morning." Edward thought for a moment. "Very well," he said, "I can't argue. I'm glad you take care of your boys. Have him come here at 11 tomorrow morning." He went to a drawer and gave me his Passport and four $20 bills. "Normally a boy arrives freshly showered," I said, "but occasionally a client likes him to be, shall we say, less fresh. Do you want Prince fresh or sweaty?" "Oh fresh, Patrick. I imagine he'll get sweaty later and if I fancy a sweaty fuck he'll be willing." I assured him that he was buying Prince's time, and that whatever he and Prince did in that time, and how often, was all included in the $80. "I hope you enjoy him, Edward. I will return your Passport tomorrow at around 1300." "When?" "One o'clock." I went back to cabin 1 and found Prince waiting. I told him what was required. "I will let Sir know at the 0915 meeting and I want you to come to my cabin at 1030. OK? One other thing. You mustn't come between now and when you fuck Edward. Sorry about that, but your spunk is now not yours alone to enjoy. I need you to produce a good load for him." Prince didn't seem troubled. "I always produce a good load - you know that, Patrick." It was true. We would normally all have eaten round about now - it was almost 1700 - so we went in search of the rest of them. If we were all going to eat together and discuss things it made much more sense, on this crossing at least, to do so after 2000 when we were off duty and could take as long as we liked. We'd all need something to get us through till then, so when I found each pair I explained what would happen, and that they should take a 20 minute break and be back in the shop window again. I got them all to meet in our area soon after they knocked off at 1945. No-one else had had an approach yet. That was no longer the case when we gathered at 1950. Tim, who was partnering Graham, had been approached, as had Vincent. I asked them to tell us all when we were eating. That was the others would hear how it worked. We arrived at the canteen in our off-duty clothes. Charlie collected the beer and we all loaded up with the food. It was still a huge spread in the eyes of the six newcomers, but the rest of us had long forgotten the meagre and samey rations we'd had to put up with before Cunard rescued us. Once the first course was down us it was time to talk. "Tim's had an approach," I announced, "tell us, Tim." Tim, to whom this was almost an everyday occurrence, kept it straightforward. "About half an hour ago Graham was operating the elevator and I was at the back, keeping out of the way. We had identified two or three possibles who had made more journeys than was usual, but they hadn't plucked up their courage. Out of nowhere in a pretty full elevator I felt a hand on my cock. I looked to the side and a man of 30 or so was looking at me. When I smiled he smiled back and squeezed my cock. No-one else saw anything. He stayed in the elevator as it went up and down a couple of times, but at least he took his hand off my cock. At last he was the only passenger. I did what we shouldn't do, and none of you new bell boys should do it until you've been at this as long as we have. I knew he wouldn't say anything with two bell boys present - if I'd been the only one he'd have said something, I'm sure - so I said 'are you interested?' He nodded. 'Just me?' He nodded again. Then I got his number and said he'd be contacted. 'Will he keep his mouth shut?' he said, jerking his head at Graham. I'd have loved to have said 'yes, unless you pay for him to open it.' but you'll be proud of me when I tell you that I merely said, 'oh yes; we're well trained.' And that, Patrick, is what happened. Stateroom 753." Vincent's story was simpler. He, like Prince, had been temporarily left to get on with it by Andrew. This was obviously working well, and reinforced my belief that one crossing would be enough to let them out on their own full time. "A man had been in the elevator a couple of times and the third time when he got on I thought 'this is it'. I was quite excited. There were some other people but when they had all got off my man stayed on. We were right at the lowest level. 'Take me to the top deck,' he said. That way he'd have me all to himself for long enough to say something, I thought. Well, he did." "What happened?" I said as patiently as I could. "He said 'I like the look of you, lad. Are you available for fun?' I said that he would be contacted, and he patted my cheek before he got off." "I hope you got his number." "Of course I did. 562." "When did this happen?" "About 20 minutes before we came off duty." Well done," I said, "that's three assignments." Tell them about yours, Prince." I finished my beer and explained that I had to go and see 753 and 562. "The sacrifices I make for you all," I said. Tim retorted that I sounded more like Sir every day. "Well fuck you too" was my rather unsubtle exit line. I changed back into my uniform. 753 was very uncomplicated. He was rather surprised to see someone who wasn't Tim, but reacted well. "Are you twins running a brothel?" he said. I explained that although we were twins we weren't running anything so vulgar. He laughed and sat me down and gave me a drink - not many of them do that as they're usually put off by having to deal with a boy, rather than the pimp they're expecting. I accepted a beer and we settled down to business. I said I was Patrick and my brother was Tim. He said we should call him Christopher. He wished to fuck Tim and to do various things involving his mouth and Tim's cock (and the other way round) before the penetration, which would, he assured me, be the high point of his day. I left him in no doubt that it would be the high point of Tim's day as well. I got his Passport, about which he had no problem, and $80. Tim would present himself all fresh and lovely at 1500. 562 was more interesting. He was hesitant about saying what he wanted, so I told him the basic charges. Would they cover what he wanted? He hesitated. Spit it out, I said to myself. Here you are, 562, discussing fucking a 15-year-old with a 16-year-old and you're scared of asking for what you want. "There's nothing you might ask for which hasn't been asked for before," I said patiently, "we're professional and if you want something we won't do - pain, for instance - I'll tell you and no-one will ever know." "No, it's nothing like that," he said quickly. I waited. "I want your boy - what's his name, by the way?" "Vincent." "I want Vincent ... to piss on me." "That's not as unusual as you might think - " and I paused. "Michael." "Well, Michael, Vincent will be happy to play all kinds of piss games with you. You can piss on him or he can piss on you. Just tell him what you want. It's $30 extra though, so if you want him for an hour it's $110. You can fuck him or suck his cock, or he can fuck you or suck your cock as often as you can both manage - you're buying his time, and what you both do is fine. Now I need your Passport as security. I will return it to you an hour after Vincent returns. When do you want him?" Michael got his Passport and gave it to me with $120. I said I didn't have change. "Never mind," he said, "I'm sure Vincent will be worth it. Please ask him to come here at 1400 tomorrow." I assured him that Vincent, with a full bladder, would be there. When I looked in at the canteen they weren't there, so I grabbed a bite to eat and paid a quick visit to the galley. I knew Ryan would finish shortly after 2200 - in around 15 minutes time. I found him clearing up and caught his eye. "Can you come tonight and perform your usual task for us?" "It's funny you should ask, Patrick, because I was going to see you tomorrow about that. I can come tonight if you like." I did like. "2230?" We agreed. I went down to our cabin. I found them all naked again and got them all to crowd in and explained what was needed. "Nobody wanted a sweaty boy, so shower beforehand. Tim, you're on at 1500. Vincent, you are to go at 1400 but you are to have a full bladder. Michael wants to play piss games. Meet me here at 1300 and I'll brief you. Has everybody got vaseline?" They all had. "Vincent, I've already told Prince, and Tim knows. You mustn't come before you see Michael. He'll want a big load from you. I don't know where he'll want it - that's up to him - but I want it to be big. Let him think you've been saving it up for days just for him. Prince, you're on at 1100. "I have a nice surprise for you," I went on. "We're having a visitor at 2230." "We were wondering when that would happen," said Andrew, "and the four of us grown-ups have talked about it while you two were ashore. Charlie and Sam want to stay the way they are, but Alan and I are happy to let things grow. Is that OK with you?" I said that of course it was OK with me - after all, they weren't likely to be part of my team after we got to New York. "That soon?" said Alan. "Yes, although it's up to Sir. The new bell boys have picked stuff up quickly, and I will recommend that Sir releases you lot after we dock. I know Larry's keen to have you." This double entendre was not lost on anyone, I was glad to see. "We'll start growing then," said Andrew, "Larry may like us more manly for his team." The new recruits were startled when there was a quiet knock at 2230 and Ryan put his head round. "I see you're all ready," he said as he came in. They shuffled up and made room for him. "Is this when you shave us?" asked Nigel. Ryan said nothing, but produced two small packages. "I have presents for Patrick and Tim," he said, "open them." Inside each package was a new razor, several packets of blades, a brush, a flannel and some shaving soap. "You've spent the last two weeks teaching your six new friends everything you know, you two. Now it's time for me to teach you something. From now on you do the shaving. I will shave Javid as he's the hairiest, and you two will watch very closely. Then Patrick will shave Tim and Tim will shave Patrick. If neither of you draws blood I'll bugger off and let them shave the rest of you," and with that he got out the razor we'd seen him use so often before and got Javid to stand in front of him. Tim and I got really close and Ryan soaped Javid's bits. "There are four areas - the bit above his cock, which at your age is the hairiest bit; his balls; his cock itself, but none of you have hairs there yet; and his arse. We'll do them in that order." It seemed straightforward enough, and we saw how he used one hand to smooth the bit he wanted to shave. The arse crack was the trickiest bit, but he got Javid to bend over and touch his toes, the pulled his cheeks apart so that the soft hairs were easily exposed. Two swipes each side saw them gone. He wiped Javid with a damp face flannel and made the two of us examine the shaved bits. Tim decided that he couldn't really tell how smooth Javid now was with his fingers, and that his tongue was the only part of him sensitive enough. Ryan told him to wait. "When you're all done you can sample them all to see who's been shaved most carefully." Tim said he though that was a good idea. "Go on then, Patrick, shave Tim," said Ryan. I don't think I ever took as long to shave anyone in the rest of my life as I spent on Tim that night, but after about 15 minutes Ryan said that I'd done it correctly, and that not only were Tim's cock and balls still firmly attached, but all his blood was still in his body. Quite a lot of it was in his cock, but that's just a by-product of all the gentle manhandling that goes with being shaved. Tim did me. He took about as long and happily with as successful an outcome. Ryan stood up. "Good night, gentlemen," he said, "I won't call again. Not for shaving purposes anyway. Let me know, Patrick, if you have any plans for a feast." I promised I would. "Or an orgy," he added, and was gone. By midnight Charlie, Sam, Nigel, Graham, George and Vincent had all been shaved. Only Prince was left. "I'm not keen on this," he said. As it was late and Tim and I had shaved four people each I was happy to give up for the night. "OK," I said, "we'll talk about this tomorrow." By the time we'd shaved our fourth we'd got it down to about 8 minutes, so if I had to clean Prince up it wouldn't take too long. Mind you, caressing Prince's bits wasn't something anyone would want to rush. We'd had a busy and eventful day, so they drifted off soon after that. "See you at breakfast at 0730," I reminded them. ***** A reduced party of eight went to see Sir at 0915. I told him about the three clients and he repeated the general instructions I'd already given. "I shall look forward to hearing all the details tomorrow," he said, "remember to report to Patrick as soon as you've left the client. He won't be on duty in an elevator: he'll be on duty awaiting you. Sometimes a client who has paid for an hour gets rid of you before the hour is up. If Patrick isn't in his cabin when you get down there go and shower and wait for him in his cabin. Got that?" They both nodded. "No," he said, "I need to hear you." "Yes, Sir," from two new boys. "Good. Don't forget to grease your pretty little arses. Vincent, Patrick will explain the drill to you. Good luck, the pair of you." I had George with me that morning. During a quiet moment I asked him if he was nervous about Vincent. "Yes, of course," he said, "we know what this is all about and we've talked about it a lot, just the two of us as well as in the cabin with the As. They've been great and have given us a lot of confidence. Last night Andrew said 'look, we're boyfriends like you two. We were really worried the first time the other one went off with a client, but it soon wears off. It doesn't affect how we feel about each other. It's natural to be worried, so don't get upset. George, give him a big hug when he gets back and tell him you're really proud of him after his first day at work. Then tell him you love him. We found it always works.' Then we all had a big hug." I reckoned they were in good hands, the pair of them. "That's sound advice," I said, "there's nothing like telling the boy you love that you love him. It never palls." George grinned happily. "You'd be amazed at how much closer he and I have got since we first met you all 16 days ago," he said. I didn't tell him that I wasn't amazed at all. It was now 1025. "You're on your own for a while," I murmured, "see whether you get a bite. I've got to see to Prince," and without any warning I got out at the next deck. When I pressed the call button 40 minutes later I found a beaming George. "Tell me about it," I said. It had been very swift. The man had been in the elevator twice before and on the third occasion George had been solo. "You are a smart boy. I expect you would like to earn some money," the man had said. George had smiled and said that he had no idea what the man might mean. "I'm in room 449," he said, "would you like to visit me?" George had had the wit to say it didn't work like that, and the man seemed satisfied that things would progress towards his desired end. "What was he like?" I asked. "Tall, 35 or so. He smelt nice." I asked George what he meant. "Some kind of after-shave, I think." "Was he English?" "I think so, yes." I decided to wait until after lunch to see 449. I had other duties to attend to first. My day was busy. I had to be ready for Prince finishing his hour at 1200, then preparing Vincent at 1300, then seeing he was all right at 1500. I didn't need to spend time on Tim: he would find me after finishing with 753 just to let me know he was OK. I would have to see 449 at 1215 after Prince had flown his first solo - no, that was silly. He'd got many hours in his log book: I would see 449 while Prince had flown his first commercial flight. =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 79 as Prince and Vincent lose their at-sea virginity. 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 ... 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