Date: Thu, 6 Sep 2018 07:48:39 +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 80 "What's so interesting?" asked Alan. "Two things. One is that we've had six bookings already, and we're only on Day 3. Four of you new boys have had an approach and two of you, Prince and Vincent, have been to the client. Graham and George have bookings tomorrow. Prince, your client was so pleased that he's booked you for an overnight with him again tomorrow. They don't happen that often. You go at 2200 and you leave again at 0700 so that you can shower and be ready for breakfast at 0730 as usual." Prince was pleased to hear about this. "What did you do that was so special?" asked Graham. "I just fucked him," said Prince, "but he must have liked it a lot if he wants me again." "He told me he'd like it even more after I've shaved you." "You said there were two things," said Tim. "Nigel had an approach from a client who waited until they were alone in the elevator, and then said `do you fuck'. That's pretty direct. When I went to see him - guess what?" "Just tell us," said Tim, "was it someone we'd had before?" "It wasn't just `someone', it was Jim. You remember Jim? The fantastic overnight fuck I had with him a year ago." Charlie laughed. "Nigel, you'll enjoy Jim. Patrick didn't stop drooling over his night of passion with him for weeks. Look at him now: he's blushing like a bloody sunset." It was true. I had gone on a bit about Jim when it happened, but I wasn't going to go into details about what it was that had made a night in his bed so special. Let Nigel find out and tell them all when he reported to Sir. Javid was quiet. Charlie, who was sitting next to him, put his arm round him. "Don't worry that you haven't been approached. It's only the third day, and its unusual to get approaches this early. It usually picks up from now. Patrick'll be run off his feet seeing all the clients and making all the arrangements. "It's true," said Tim, "most of us were getting three, maybe four clients each crossing. It works out pretty evenly over the months." I told them that I would be recommending to Sir that he released the others in New York. Some of them knew already, but I wanted the new ones to be in the loop from the start. "What will that mean?" asked George, "will the As still sleep with us?" I assured them that the cabin arrangements wouldn't change, at least not until anyone wanted to shift. "Does anyone?" No, they were all happy. "What it means is that when we leave New York there will be eight bell boys - two old hands and you six. That's two more than we've had before, so two more cocks and two more arses to earn money for us all. Alan and Andrew will spend the day working with Larry in the gym and pool area. If you haven't been there yet get your partner to introduce you to Larry in the next day or two. Charlie will work under Ryan in the galley and Sam will go to the bridge to learn to be very important and probably end up as Captain in 40 years, so be nice to him. When they come off duty they'll come back here and do the sort of things they've always done. I don't expect they will be having clients after we get to New York." I didn't think the newcomers needed to have it spelt out that whereas the As were joining Phil's group, Sam and Charlie had chosen not to until Tim and I were old enough, probably not for at least another two years. "So make the most of having a partner with you for the next few days. Graham, you're with me tomorrow morning, and Vincent after 1400. By the time we dock I want each of you to know the ship from stem to stern." "That's front to back," added Tim helpfully, "but he's right. You've got to know where every facility that a passenger might want is, and on what deck. If your partner hasn't taken you round the whole ship make sure he does in the next day or two. Driving elevators is important, but knowing the ship is more important." "And fucking clients is more important still," I said. "Now come on. If we've all finished let's get back down to the cabin and be a bunch of 15-year-olds." "Can we oldies join in?" said Andrew. "If you're good," said Tim generously. I decided it would be better if Prince and I attended to his being tidied up away from ten other people, so I got my kit and took him - we were both naked of course - to the showers. "Have a last look," I said, "and tell me when I've finished that you look a lot sexier." I was getting good at this, and Prince was denuded after just over 5 minutes. "It looks bigger," he said, rather pleased. "Exactly. While we're on our own, do you have any problems about tomorrow night?" He hadn't, but sensibly said he'd think about it and talk to me the next evening before he left for Edward's. "Let's meet at 2100," I said. I reminded myself to make a point of introducing him to Larry, as I'd not had time the day before when I was showing him around the ship. "I've not met Larry," he said, and I told him he would enjoy making a new friend. "That kind of friend?" I assured him that Larry was 'that kind', just as we were. "Now go and flaunt your smooth boyish beauty in front of the others, but remember - once you have a booking you mustn't come. Edward's needs are a lot more important than yours right now. I'm being serious. Got it?" Prince was about to complain but he saw a serious glint in my eye. "OK, Patrick, I'll bottle it up for him." "Well done," I said, "it isn't easy, but we've all had to learn to do it. Think of it this way. If he's got you in his arms or up his arse he'll be likely to give you a bigger tip if you can produce more spunk, and do it more often. And the tip's yours, remember." Prince grinned. "$10 an inch, eh!" Good luck with that, I thought. When I'd washed and dried the razor Prince was already busy flaunting and, to judge from the crowing from his audience he was doing a good job. "That'll terrify them," said George. I reminded George and Graham that they were, like Prince, banned from coming until they did so with their clients. Javid was looking really down in the dumps. I decided to cheer him up. "Get your uniform on, Javid, and you and I'll go fishing." He perked up and five minutes later we were walking slowly towards the elevators. "Won't someone object?" he said. "Why would they? We're bell boys. The passengers for the most part haven't worked out that we go off duty at 2000, and if they did we still have duties round the ship - taking messages, that kind of thing?" "Do we?" "No, but the passengers don't know that. No crew member is going to ask, believe me. We all have weird duties and no-one will interfere. The only person who might raise an eyebrow is Sir." "God! what will he say if he sees us." "Javid," I said, taking him by both arms and looking into his eyes, "if he asks I'll say 'Javid hasn't had an approach yet and he looked so pissed off I decided to help him find one'. OK?" Javid burst out laughing. "You wouldn't." I didn't put him right. If that conversation had indeed taken place Sir would have been delighted, although he would have struggled to conceal it. But it didn't, and we reached our post unobserved. We journeyed up and down unobserved too, until one of the men Javid and I had earmarked on the first morning got on with another couple. Javid smiled. When the couple got off I got out quickly as well. I gave it one long minute then pressed the 'call' button. When the lift appeared Javid was alone. I got in and Javid gave me a huge hug. "Thank you," was all he could say. The hug continued and became a kiss, broken off before the lift came to a halt in response to another call. This time I was standing by the buttons, so I drove the elevator, smiling happily at Javid's good fortune. I wasn't concentrating, so I almost missed the passenger putting something in my hand as he got out and walked quickly away. I closed the door and took us up to the top deck and beckoned Javid to get out. "We'll leave them to drive themselves now." I looked at what had been placed in my hand. It was a business card, and on the back was written 'If you are available I pay well. 411'. I showed it to Javid. "We both caught a fish then," he said as we walked back all the way down to our cabin. "What happened?" I asked. "He stood very close and said he'd been watching me. I smiled and he said `you like it, don't you' so I smiled a lot more. Then he asked if I was wanting to play. I said he'd be contacted tomorrow - I hope that's right." I assured him he'd got it right. "What was he like?" "Tall, good looking, about 35. He's in number 609." "Any luck?" said Charlie when we got back. He and Nigel were the only ones there: the rest had gone. "Can't you tell?" I said, "look at him." "And Patrick got one too," said Javid. A small and select group celebrated with much hugging and back-slapping. I showed them the card that had been put into my hand. "We've only had an approach like this twice before. The first time it was Sir who dealt with it, and he briefed me about it when I started doing the client contacts. The first time the man wanted Sam and offered $100, which Sir accepted for an hour with Sam. "The idea is to let them make an offer, then if it's too low you can tell them the right price," he explained. The second time it was a few months ago and the man - a different one - wanted Tim. He offered $50 so I told him the rate was $75, and he agreed to pay. You have to play it by ear a bit. I will go and see him after 0915, but that could be a longish session as Sir will want to hear about Prince and Vincent. We have a busy day tomorrow with six of us having clients." Charlie put his arms round me. "Go and have a piss and come to bed. You've had a long day." ***** The 0915 session was great fun. Prince is entertaining, and he made the most of his story. "Edward stripped me and couldn't take his eyes off me," he said. "I was the sexiest thing he'd seen, he said, and he'd seen a lot of sexy brown boys in the East. I thought he was talking rot, but he just kept looking at me. Then he said he wanted me to fuck him, so I did. I lasted ten minutes before I came inside him. Then we lay on the bed and he stroked me all over - it was really nice. He got me hard again and I fucked him again only this time he wanted me to shoot in his mouth. I only just made it. While I was coming he wanked and came all down my chest. He wouldn't let me wipe it off but made me dress while it was still running down me. Then when I was dressed he told me to tell Patrick that he wanted me again." I told Sir that he'd booked Prince for an overnight. "Are you happy with that, Prince?" said Sir. "Oh yes, Sir, very happy indeed. He is nice to be with and if all I have to do is fuck him two or three times and let him cuddle me what do I have to worry about?" One of life's optimists is our Prince, I thought. It was then Vincent's turn. "All he wanted to do was for us to piss on each other," he said, sounding very let down by the whole thing. "I was pissed on by Javid and George when we were being trained, and it was great, but this man was no fun at all." Sir asked if he'd been harmed. "Oh no, nothing like that, Sir, it just wasn't any fun." "You'll need to get used to that," said Sir, "so long as they don't hurt you it's what they're paying for." "That's what Patrick said, and I understand. After we'd showered we lay on the bed and nothing happened, so I thought I ought to start something. I stroked his cock and after ages he got hard. I sucked it and he came in my mouth. Gallons from the feel of it, and very bitter." Sir asked if he's swallowed spunk before. "Gosh yes, hundreds of times. Mainly George's, but Patrick and Ryan too." He broke off, embarrassed. "It's all right, Vincent," I said, "Sir knows about Ryan." Sir said that he hoped Vincent would have better luck next time. "It was OK in the end, because Patrick sent Graham to suck me off in the shower afterwards." It was my turn to blush. Tim told us about his hour with Christopher. The fuck had been skilled and prolonged, and the oral relief afforded to Tim had been pretty good. "I wish they were all like that, but most of them aren't. At least he took the trouble to see I was satisfied when we'd finished." "No free sucking-off for you in showers then, Tim." "No Sir, not this time." "We have a lot of business today," I told Sir. Nigel has a client at 1200. He's a repeat from a year ago, and comes highly recommended. George has a client at 1400; Graham has one at 1500; Prince has an overnight at 2200. Late last night Javid and I had approaches but I haven't been to see the clients yet. I suppose it's all right if they want us today?" Sir said he saw no reason why not, and dismissed us. "You've all got off to a flying start: well done!" and we were gone. I told Nigel to shower at 1130 and meet me in our cabin at 1145. I had Graham with me that morning, but my first duties were with Javid's client and mine. "It usually takes about quarter of an hour to settle the business," I told Graham, "so you go and work the elevator while I see to them. I'll find you when I've finished. Then, unless you get an approach, I'll take you round and introduce you to Larry." I decided to do Javid's first. I knocked at 609 - there must be something in the air on Deck 6 as this was the third client there. I recognized the client. He was almost as Javid had described, but instead of being 'good-looking' I thought he was stunning. Was he a film star or a model? He seemed faintly familiar. He sat me down and we got on with the business. "I'm very attracted to the boy," he said, "and I want to have him for two hours. Can you arrange that?" I said that that was why I was here, and my job was to find out just what the client wanted, and to discuss the price. "His name's Javid," I said, "and he's very popular." I didn't feel the need to tell the client (who said I should call him Rock) that Javid's popularity was, until then, confined to his fellow bell boys. "What do you want to do with him, Rock?" Rock seemed somewhat taken aback, so I explained that fucking, sucking, kissing ("all the usual nice staff") was included in the price, as often as he and Javid could manage, but that anything beyond that would attract a higher fee. Rock looked relieved, "no, no, nothing kinky, Patrick, just good old-fashioned fucking." I told him that it would cost him $80 and that I would need his Passport as security. He was a bit hesitant, but when I told him why he shrugged and handed it over. "When would you like him?" I said. "Can he come this afternoon, say at 3?" I assured him that Javid would be there, glistening with excitement, at the time stated. I didn't put it in quite those terms. we shook hands and I left. When I got outside and looked at his Passport (an American one) I found he wasn't called Rock at all. Hyman Rothberg. Still, he'd be Rock as far as Javid was concerned. Mine, two decks down, was a more interesting prospect, not least because I'd be negotiating over my own flesh. The first time I'd done that when Sir handed over to me was decidedly odd, but I'd soon got used to it. I knocked at 411. The door opened to reveal a man of about 45. "I didn't expect you to come so quickly," he said. I explained that I wasn't here to party, but to establish terms. He said he was a frequent passenger on liners, but this was his first on Queen Mary. "Most ships have boys on who are available," he said, and I guess this one's no different." I said that I was certain that the quality of boy on Queen Mary would certainly beat anything he's experienced before, and pointed out that he'd been very lucky in propositioning me, because I was the best there was on the ship. I was also the one who handled bookings, so what was it he wanted from me? "There's nothing I don't do - what should I call you, by the way? I'm Patrick." "I gave you my card, Patrick." I smiled. "Very few clients want us to call them by their real names." "Well. I'm unusual then. My card says my name is Kenneth, but you can call me Ken." "Well, Ken, provide you don't want to inflict pain one me I'm up for anything. You tell me what want and how long you want me, and I tell you how much." "I think an hour should be enough for me to decide whether I might wish to book you for longer before we reach New York. How about this evening - shall we say 7?" "I will be here then. The cost is $80 and for that you can fuck me as often as you like, or I can fuck you if that's what you want. We can suck each other if you wish. Does that cover all your needs, Ken?" It did. He gave me $80 and, after I'd explained why, he gave me his Passport. He really was called Kenneth. "See you at 7," he said. I went to find Graham, whose morning had been unproductive. I was glad - I couldn't face business on this scale every day. I took him all over the lower decks of the ship in an hour, including time spent with Larry. Then, at 1140 I went down to get Nigel ready. He'd showered and was waiting for me. "No underwear?" "No, of course not. And I'm greased. Anything I should know?" "Only that Jim is one of the best fucks I've had since we started. You're in for a treat, Nigel. Come back here when you're finished: I'll be waiting." I picked up Graham again for his tour of the upper decks. We looked in on where Phil was based on Deck 9, but there was no sign of him. It didn't matter as there would be plenty of opportunities to meet him and his crew at the midsummer orgy I'd mentioned to Javid. Still, that was several crossings away. By the time we'd covered Graham's induction it was getting on for 1300 and I wanted to be ready for Nigel. I sat on my bed and waited. I remember the intense pleasure I'd had with Jim, and envied Nigel, who would - if all had gone as it had with me - have enjoyed an hour more filled with new and thrilling sexual thrills than he'd had before. Well, you could hope. He came in and I stood up. He fell into my arms. "Oh God, Patrick, that was unbelievable. He is magic. I've never had sex like that before." I hugged him. "I'm so glad," I said, "I remember just how much pleasure he gave me. You can't describe it - you can only just let it wash over you. Don't tell me now - you don't need to - but be sure you let Sir know everything that made it special." "Everything?" "Everything, Nigel. It's what Sir likes to hear. Now go and shower and try not to be ten feet tall or the others will be jealous." When I got to the canteen the four who would be leaving us were there, half-way through eating. "How's it going?" asked Alan. Graham said that he was learning fast, and that he hoped he'd be ready to be on his own by the time we got to New York. "You have a good teacher," said Charlie, "so make the most of him." "I took him to see Larry," I said, "and he liked what he saw." Graham blushed, but he was pleased to have been noticed. "Larry's a good judge of a nice boy," said Andrew, "and you'll certainly enjoy letting him get to know you." Graham's blush deepened. Nigel appeared, no taller than he had been at breakfast, but with an inner glow visible from 100 miles away. "That went well, then," said Charlie, "Patrick's never stopped raving about the great Jim." Nigel just grinned a silly grin. The four leavers stood up to go, but all four of them hugged Nigel before they went. "Well done," said Sam, "you're a lucky bugger." "Yeah," sighed Nigel happily. I reminded Graham to meet me below at 1430 and left him and Nigel to it, and went down to prepare George. Once I'd prepared Graham and Javid they'd all know what to do, and unless there was anything special I wouldn't need to guide them. I couldn't wait. =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 81 as five more of the valiant bell boys on RMS Queen Mary enjoy their illicit encounters. 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. ===============================================================================