Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2018 07:00:49 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys 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 79 I was in our cabin by 1155. I didn't expect Prince to be early. If I'd forked out $80 to be fucked by Prince for an hour I'd certainly want my 60-minutes-worth. His client evidently had the same idea, because Prince didn't appear until 1210. He looked happy - 'glowing' might have been a better word. "That went all right then?" I said. "Oh, Patrick, you've no idea. Edward wants more. When you go and see him with his Passport he'll book me again." This was good news; in fact it was the news which justified my belief that Prince was going to be a big earner for all of us, simply because he was different, and different in a way that locker-room gossip about the size of black cocks was going to make very profitable indeed. "Are you happy with that?" I asked. "Of course." "What happened?" "I'll tell you all tomorrow morning - can't it wait till then?" "No, Prince, I need to know so that if necessary I can adjust the price. What happened?" "He stripped me and just gazed at me. I don't think he'd ever seen a black boy naked before. Then he bent down and sucked my cock. I told him I was likely to come if he went on." "Were you?" "No, he didn't have much sucking skill, but I thought it would make him feel good if he thought I was about to come." I said that he had been very quick-thinking. "Keeping them happy by making them think they're the sexiest man you've ever been with is part of the trick," I said. "So what then?" "He said I was to fuck him, so I did. I lasted about ten minutes. I came up his arse and he wriggled like a fish." "Did you make him come?" "Not then. I pulled out and we lay on the bed. He couldn't take his eyes off me, and kept stroking me. After half an hour I was hard again and he asked if I could fuck him again. 'Sure,' I said, and we did it again. This time he wanted me to pull out before I came and do it in his mouth. It was a close thing, but I managed. He wanked himself as he sucked my cock and came onto my chest. It's still running down. Then he thanked me and said he wanted to do it again. I said I'd have to ask you and he said that was fine - he'd be expecting you with his Passport anyway. He gave me $20. I get to keep that, right?" I assured him that the $20 was his. "One other thing," added Prince, "and you'll like this. He wants me all shaved next time." I laughed. "Told you that being young-looking gets them going, Prince. I'm glad you've been persuaded. Now go and shower that cum off you and them grab something to eat. When you've done that find the others and get back on display." I gave him a hug and whispered, "well done, I'm proud of you." He went off to shower ten feet tall and $20 richer. I would have my work cut out seeing both 449 and Edward before Vincent would need to be briefed at 1300. I decided to postpone Edward. He would be all the happier to see me if I kept him waiting a bit longer. I went to 449 and knocked. The door was opened by a tall well-dressed man whose fragrance was, as George had said, the most prominent thing about him. This was no ordinary after shave. I'd been in enough staterooms to recognize expensive eau de cologne. This one might well pay more than the basic $80. He beckoned me in. I introduced myself and asked if I might sit down. It never does any harm to let the clients think that the pimp is actually a sophisticated type, accustomed to dealing discreetly with sensitive matters. He said his name was Xavier. Not English then. His spoken English was flawless, which was no doubt why George had him down as one of us. Xavier said that he wished to have George visit him "to play - I'm sure you understand." I said I understood perfectly, and that George would be only too happy to visit, but exactly what did Xavier have in mind. "If I don't know what you want, Xavier, I can't tell you how much it will cost you." Xavier looked at me gravely. "I wish to sodomise him. I wish him to ejaculate at least twice while he is with me. I have no desire to cause him pain: only pleasure. I am not unskilled in these matters and I can assure you the boy will enjoy his time with me. I shall want him for two hours tomorrow afternoon. How much will you require?" "$200. George will stay with you for two hours and will do all the things you have said. There is no limit to the number of times you may have sex with him - all that determines that is your stamina and his. You may take it that he is skilled, and he will present himself freshly showered and ready to please you." "I agree. The price is high, but then so is the quality of the goods." "One final thing," I said, "I will need your Passport as security for the boy. It will be returned to you an hour after George returns." Xavier' eyebrows rose, so I explained why the precaution was necessary. I though it right to go into slightly more detail that I usually did, making some play with the violence of the whipping that Alan had suffered. "Mon Dieu! Here is my Passport. Please ask George to be here at 1400 - that's 2 o'clock." I smiled, "he will be here, Xavier, and he will be looking forward to playing with you. Trust me." I went back down quickly. Vincent was waiting in my cabin. "Have you been here long?" "Only a few minutes. I didn't want to find I had an elevator-full of passengers when I was due down here. What does he want me to do?" "His name's Michael. He's in 562. All he told me is that he wants you to piss on him. My experience is that he'll almost certainly piss on you as well, so make sure you let him know how much you enjoy rubbing it on your skin - you know the sort of thing." "It won't be difficult, because it'll probably be true." I smiled. "Being pissed on by a middle-aged man isn't the same as being pissed on by a randy 16-year-old, but you'll cope, I'm sure. He didn't say anything about fucking or sucking, but if he wants to fuck you, or you to fuck him, then that's what he gets. He's paid a little over the odds, so if you want to stay a little over an hour that's fine - say an hour and a quarter. Now, when did you last piss?" I sent him to shower and when he assured me that he wouldn't need to piss before 1300 I let him get on with it. I'd brought a fruit drink for him, and I told him to drink it at 1350 then clean his teeth then go straight to 562. "If he offers you a drink, take it. Sometimes they want you to piss every few minutes and you need to keep yourself topped up. The last thing you do before you leave him is ask if you may piss in his bog. That way you get back here without wetting yourself. If he says no, you've got to piss on him, that's OK, but by that stage you've got your clothes on, so cock out, piss, shake, say good-bye and bugger off back down here. I'll be waiting at 1500. Have fun, Vincent." I gave him a hug. I had a very quick bite to eat and then went to find Nigel. "I was supposed to have you with me this afternoon," I said, "but things have got busy more quickly that I expected. Can you go on your own until I find you?" "Yes, I think so. I'll stay in this elevator." It was Edward time. This could be interesting. I took his Passport with me - must keep my side of the bargain after all. When I knocked the door was opened instantly. "You're late," he said. "Yes, I'm sorry, Edward, but Prince had so much to tell me, and I have other clients to see as well. I understand you have further interest in Prince." "I don't remember enjoying a boy as much for many years," he said. "I travel in the East and am accustomed to brown boys, but your Prince is in a class of his own. I would like to spend longer with him than an hour." He hesitated. I knew where this was going. "Do you allow your boys to spend the night with your clients, Patrick?" "Yes, Edward. A boy arrives at 2200 and leaves at 0700 the next morning. During that time you and he can do whatever you like, as agreed yesterday. The charge is $300." Edward reached over and shook my hand. "I'll keep your Passport and return it tomorrow morning." "No, I don't want him tonight - I'd rather wait and look forward to it. Ask him to come tomorrow at - 2200. You might as well keep my Passport and let me have it back after Prince returns safely to you." He was grinning now. It was my turn to grin too. "I understand you prefer the smoother boy. All of us are shaved except Prince. He felt that pubic hair made him sexier. He doesn't feel that any more. I will be shaving him tonight, and he will be even sexier for you tomorrow." I got up. Edward gave me $300. We shook hands again. I left to go back downstairs to put the money away safely. Vincent wouldn't be back for half an hour or more, so I went up to get something to eat. Tim was there with the As. "You look whacked, bro," said Tim, "anyone would think it was you flat on your back being fucked silly." "It's been non-stop all day. Three of the new ones have assignments, and Prince was such a success this morning that he's got an overnight tomorrow. Don't tell him, because he ought to hear it from me. You're up at 1500, so that makes five bookings in lass than 24 hours. Sir will be delighted." The As were much amused by all this. "What do we do if someone fancies a tumble with one of us old guys?" said Andrew. "Just what you've always done, but pretend it's your last fuck as a boy ever. Next week if things go as I expect them to you'll be the new boys in Phil's little army." "That soon?" said Alan. I told them that they had all fallen into the elevator-smile routine faster than we'd all done in May 1936, but that was because we all had had to learn for ourselves. "This lot have the benefit of expert one-on-one tuition, and it shows, believe me. I'll tell Sir we can release you pensioners in New York." I wished my brother well with Christopher and went back down to receive Vincent. I found Graham waiting for me. He looked worried. "I didn't know how long you'd be, and I didn't know whether to go and find Tim." I told him to calm down. "Have you had an approach?" He had, and it had been over an hour ago, hence his mounting alarm. "I've got Vincent coming back from his first at any minute, and it's more important I can deal with any problem he might have had. Stay here until I've dealt with him." "Won't he mind if I'm here?" I said it wasn't very likely, and that they all knew perfectly well what was going on, so I couldn't see any reason why the de-briefing had to be secret. "Besides, if there was a problem it's better that we all know about it. Why not tell me about your approach, and if Vincent comes in we'll come back to it when he's gone." Needless to say that was exactly when Vincent came in. "That was not fun," he said as he sat on the bed. "Tell me about it," I said, going to sit next to him. He looked all right, so whatever it was that hadn't been fun probably hadn't been all that bad. "As soon as I got there he told me to strip, and while I was doing that he took off his dressing gown. He was naked, but horribly hairy." "You'll have to get used to that," I said, "most of the clients are. It's one of the reasons I like us all to be shaved. That way when you rim one of us at least you're not having to plough through the jungle." He laughed, as I'd hoped he would. "What happened then?" "He took me into the bathroom - it was tiny - and he got into the shower and pulled me in as well. 'Now get that fine cock of yours to piss on me,' he said. So I did, but he got hold of it - it was soft still, luckily - and aimed it up onto his hairy chest. I just went on pissing until I'd finished. Then he turned us round so that I was in the shower and he started pissing on me. It was OK, but completely unsexy. It's far more fun pissing with you lot." "You'll get used to it," I said drily, "what we do with each other we do because we want to, and because we like, or sometimes love, each other, and that makes it a million times better. Sexier too. What we do with clients is a way of earning money. It's nice - really nice - if it's fun as well, but it's not vital. You'll get used to it, I promise. I reckon that about half the fucks are OK, about a quarter are wonderful and the other quarter you really have to make an effort to not let the client know just how awful it is. In getting on for two years I reckon I've had less that ten outstanding sessions, but that's ten more than I'd have had thieving in Liverpool." Vincent said nothing. I talk too much, I thought to myself. Luckily Graham asked what else had happened - had that been all? "No, we showered a bit and went onto the bed. I thought I ought to take the lead, so I rolled on my side and looked at his face and licked my lips while I stroked his cock. He closed his eyes and smiled. 'That's nice,' he said, so I stroked a bit more and after ages it started to harden. I'd been there for half an hour by then. He hadn't moved since we got on the bed so I reckoned it was up to me to take the next step. I scooted down and got my mouth round his cock. He moaned a bit, but still didn't say anything, or touch me. I licked and sucked for a while - it was good and hard by now - so I went to full wanking mode. 'Ah, ah!' he kept on saying, which I assumed meant that he wanted more. Ten bloody minutes of that and he started to react. Not before fucking time, I thought, and when he seemed to be getting near I clamped my mouth on again only to hear him cry out as his cock at last spunked. He can't have come for about a year because I reckon there was half a cupful. I swallowed but it was very bitter. 'Yum yum,' I said, feeling a complete idiot. He pulled me up the bed again and gave me a big kiss - the first time his lips had done anything apart from speak. He was a ropy kisser. He held me in his arms while he recovered from his cum. He made no effort to do anything to me, and he didn't seem interested in my cock or my arse or anything. 'Get up now,' he said, 'it's piss time gain.' So we pissed again and showered. I got dressed and he said 'thank you,' and that was that. No tip, nothing. Can I go and have a wank in the shower now please?" "Of course. It won't always be that bad - maybe that's the worst you'll have. Do you want Graham to help with that wank?" Vincent's eyes lit up, as brightly as Graham's. "Go on, the pair of you. I'm in charge and if I give you time off then go and enjoy yourselves. Back here in 15 minutes, Graham," and away they went. Vincent now much perkier than he'd been ten minutes earlier. Graham was back, very rosy-cheeked, in ten minutes. "Is he happier now?" I said. "Oh yes. I sucked him off and he's gone to get back into his uniform. He'll live." "Did you come?" "I though I ought not to in case my client wants me today." "Well done. We don't usually give a client an appointment until the next day, but occasionally they insist, so keeping your balls ready for action is always a good idea. Now sit down and tell me about it." The approach had taken the client much of the day to accomplish. Graham had noticed him a few times, and on the third or fourth occasion he'd made sure he smiled brightly. At last the man got on when there was only one other person on, and when she got off his courage was as screwed up as it needed to be. "Do you ... are you ..." he stammered. "I smiled even more," said Graham, "and I may have nodded a little." I smiled: he was learning fast. "Will you ... come to my cabin?" At last he'd declared his intentions! "What did you say?" "I asked him his stateroom number and said he'd be contacted, just like you told us." "Good. Well done. What was his number?" "663." "OK, off you go. I'll go and see him now and I'll let you know what he wants later. Back to flaunt your delicious body for more passengers to drool over." Graham laughed, and went to do as I'd suggested. 663 was an American of about 50. He sat me down and looked at me. "My God," he said, "this ship has got more sexy boys per square foot than I've ever seen." I said I was glad we were making his voyage more ... memorable. "Oh, it's gonna be memorable all right." The hesitance exhibited in Graham's elevator had now completely gone. "I want him to come here and spend a coupla hours with me - is that OK?" I said that was what we were here for, and it could be arranged for tomorrow. The price would depend on what he wanted Graham to do. "Graham - is that his name? He should call me Colonel. Does he do ... everything?" I assured the Colonel that, short of inflicting pain, the Colonel would find that Graham was willing to performs such acts as they might both find pleasurable. "Like I can fuck him?" "Of course. The charge for 2 hours is $140, and for that you can fuck him, or he can fuck you, as often as you can. Sucking's fine too. A boy of his age and skill can jizz - that's the word, isn't it? - two, maybe three times in two hours." The Colonel beamed happily at the thought of so much English jizz being let loose in his cabin - perhaps some of it even in his mouth. He took out his wallet and gave me $140. "Ask him to come at three tomorrow afternoon." I said that he'd be there promptly, and I asked him for his Passport. After the usual brief explanation he got it from the wall safe and handed it over. "It will be returned an hour or so after Graham gets back tomorrow. I hope you enjoy him - he's very skilled at what he does." I was missing being in the elevators, but I had to be around for when Tim came back, if only to check that Christopher's Passport could be returned. He was showering when I got back down. I put my head in. "OK?" "Yeah. Nothing unusual. A good fuck - he lasted 20 minutes - and then we cuddled for a while until he got down and sucked me off. He was very nice to be with - friendly and not like some of them, all cold after they've come like they're ashamed. He gave me $20." "We're doing well with these new ones," I said, "they're going to be very popular. I'll tell you more at grub," and I went to collect Christopher's Passport. I'd give it to him in half an hour or so. In the meantime I wanted to parade myself to what I hoped would be an admiring audience. I was supposed to have been with Nigel two hours ago - the stresses of management! I found him where I'd left him in his elevator. When we had a moment on our own several minutes after I joined him he said that he'd had an approach an hour ago. "I thought you'd want me to stay here until you got back." I assured him he'd done the right thing. "When I told you all that you should find me, or if not me then Tim, I shouldn't have made it sound so urgent. Once we get to New York and the other four leave being bell boys things will sort themselves out. I doubt if I'll be driving elevators as much." "Won't you miss the pick-ups?" He had hit the nail on the head, but I'd find a way, I was sure. "What happened?" A man got on and just stayed on until there was nobody else. He must have gone up and down three or four times. My smile was nailed on so hard I thought I'd crack. At last he came across and held my cock. 'Do you fuck?' he said, just like that. I said that he would be contacted about that, so he squeezed the goods and said that that would be just what he wanted. He's in 772." My plans to exhibit myself were therefore thwarted again as I went up to 772 with Christopher's Passport in my pocket. As he was in 753 it saved me a journey. I'd give it back after seeing Nigel's conquest. I recognized 772 from an encounter over a year earlier. When I knocked and he opened the door he said, "Patrick! how nice to see you again." Luckily in those days my brain cells still worked pretty quickly and I managed to remember his name - I certainly couldn't do that now. "Jim, what a surprise! How are you?" And we settled down to a gossip about all that had happened since he last crossed on Queen Mary. On that occasion he and I had had a very rewarding night together during which a great quantity of seminal fluid ( his and mine) had been deposited in a great number of places. He'd been one of my top ten fucks, so it was a genuine pleasure to sit (he gave me a beer) and chew the fat. I told him I had been promoted to the exalted position in which I visited the clients and made the arrangements. "Now," I said, "to business. The boy's name is Nigel and he's good, Jim, trust me. What do you want?" "I want to fuck him and do a few other things as well - you know what I like, Patrick." "It's $80 for an hour - will that be long enough?" "Long enough to know whether I might want a longer session later in the voyage," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "But I might prefer you, if you're still on the shop floor and not full-time in management." I assured him that even management had to get their hands dirty when demand was high. He laughed. "I like you, Patrick. Most tricks don't make me laugh. Send the beautiful Nigel with his arse nicely greased here at 12 tomorrow. He'll give me an appetite for lunch." He gave me $80 and his Passport: he knew the ropes. I gave him a kiss (not a particularly brief one) and set off for Christopher's den. He was in; he received his Passport; he thanked me. Had Tim been what he had wanted? Entirely so. When we all sat down to eat at 2000 I rubbed my hands together and said, "you're not going to believe this." I had their full attention. =========================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 80 as they learn the interesting news, and Sir hears how well his new bell boys are performing. 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. ===========================================================================