Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2018 17:44:47 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 81 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 81 George appeared a few minutes after I got down. "Go and shower and grease up," I said, "he wants to fuck you." "Good," said George. When he came back I made sure he was well-greased - all jobs have a few perks, don't they? - and told him to put on his uniform, but without underwear. "I haven't worn underwear since the second day," he said, "none of us have." I was glad they exchanged views about matters like this. "His name is Xavier, and he's French. He's pretty rich, so I asked him to pay $200 for two hours with you. I'm sure you'll give him the time of his life. He'll want you to come twice, he said, but if you can manage a third my guess is that he'll give you a decent tip. I'll be here at 1600. If you're finished before then, shower and wait for me here. Enjoy yourself, he said he was experienced. My guess is that he'll be a good fuck." George grinned. "The only man I have to compare him with is Ryan, and he was pretty good," and off he went to 449. Graham and Javid would both be down at 1430, so I had about 40 minutes to kill. I decided to find Vincent, my last trainee. He was in an elevator, so I joined him and we both got out at the Pool where I introduced him to Larry. "Hello, Vincent," said Larry, "I see Patrick's making sure you know where I am." Larry explained that both Tim and Alan had presented Vincent for his delectation. "How may of the six new bell boys have you met?" I asked. "Five." I'd introduced Vincent, Graham and Javid. Had Larry met a black boy. "Prince? Yes. He'll be a big asset." I told him that Prince had an overnight on only his second booking, and that was with the same client he'd seen first. Larry whistled. "A very big asset." So which of them hadn't he seen? George or Nigel? "I've not met Nigel." I said I'd bring him along, probably at about 1800. "I shall look forward to completing the set of your new recruits, Patrick. I'm sure none of them is as cute as you, but they'll all be doing their best." Vincent had listened amused to all this. "Does he fuck us too?" he asked. "Sometimes," I said. "We have orgies up in the Pool when there aren't any passengers and half a dozen or so of the crew men come to ravish our young innocent arses." "I can't wait," said Vincent. "Right now your boyfriend is getting fucked by a Frenchman in 449 - does that bother you?" "God no, it's why we're here. The more fucks we get the happier we are. You made it clear that you and Charlie are special, but you both fuck passengers because it's your job. Same with us." At 1430 Javid was lying naked on his bed. "I'm looking forward to this," he said. "Go and shower then, because I've got Graham booked at 1500 as well." Two minutes later Graham appeared and I sent him to shower as well. "Grease each other if you like," I said. When they got back and were dressing I told them what was going on. Graham, you are to call yours 'Colonel'. He's in 663 and he's paid for two hours. He wants to fuck you, but in two hours I imagine there'll be a lot more. Javid, you've got one hour with Rock in 609. Like Colonel he wants to fuck. The more often both of you come the better the tip's likely to be. They're both Americans, and they call spunk 'jizz' and 'jizzing' is coming. You'll get used it using their lingo: there's a lot of Americans on Queen Mary." I said I'd be here when they were due to finish. "You'll be pleased to know that all six of you have now had a client. From now on you manage the shower and all that yourselves. All I need to know is that you're safely back so I can return their Passports. Now go and enjoy being fucked." It was 1450. I would need to be here to check George and Javid at 1600 and Graham at 1700. I had to see Ken at 1900. I decided I would go to report progress - a lot of it - to Sir shortly after 1700. By that time all six would be back in the stable. Sir would want to know how they had dealt with their first shipboard professional encounter. I went to find Nigel. He was with Tim in an elevator. "Come on you two," I said, "Nigel's the only one Larry hasn't met." When we got there Larry was busy with a couple of passengers, so we waited. "This is where the As will be once we get to New York," said Tim. Nigel looked around in amazement at the equipment in the sports area. "Do we get to use any of this?" he asked. "I'm afraid not," I said, "this is passengers only." Tim added quietly that occasionally there was an entertainment up here when bell boys and some crew members got together. "Some of the equipment gets used then," he murmured. Nigel said he hoped that there would be an entertainment before he was much older. Larry saw that we were waiting and gave a quick wave. A few moments later the passengers went off and he came over. "So this is Nigel. You've kept the best till last, Patrick. Nigel, I bumped in to Ryan yesterday and he told me that you were, in his words, 'an A1 fuck'. I don't know that I believe him, but I'd like to try some time." Nigel was now as red as Queen Mary's three funnels, but his grin suggested that he too would like to be tried some time. I left Tim and Nigel to Larry's tender care and went for a walk. I needed fresh air. Out on deck it was a beautiful warm afternoon. There was a gentle swell and passengers were sitting in deck chairs or standing looking over the rail at ... acres of nothing. I didn't come up on deck often enough. I'd grown to love the sea in the last two years without really noticing it. Now and again it was rough - never as bad as the Ashokan storm - but we were never bothered by it. Charlie and Andrew had both been sick in the storm, but not since. I wondered how the new lot would fare when the Atlantic first showed them its teeth. I resolved to make a point of being out on deck for at least 10 minutes every day. I watched a family - parents and two children, a boy of about 13 and a girl a few years younger. I allowed myself to fantasize about getting the boy down to our cabin for a quick suck of his cock, but of course it never happened. There weren't many families on Queen Mary, no doubt because of the cost. Just occasionally there were boys of the right age, but until now the only one who had availed himself of our services had been Bertie back in 1936. I wondered what adventures Bertie had had since then. These thoughts accompanied me as I walked - for a change - down a dozen decks to our lair. George was nowhere to be seen, but Javid was in the shower. "All OK?" I called. He nodded. "Tell you in a minute." I went to lie on my bed to await George. Javid appeared first, naked and glowing. "He was good," he said, "I wonder if he's a film star, he's gorgeous looking enough." I wondered the same, but all we had to go on was 'Rock' and that didn't tell us much. The Mulloys had never had enough money to go to the pictures but Javid said he was a keen filmgoer. Despite this Rock hadn't registered on his consciousness until today. "He's a good hard fucker. Big cock and knows how to use it. I came while he was fucking me the first time. Luckily I was on my back so he saw it shoot out up onto my chest." "That far! It must have been a good fuck." "Oh, it was, but don't forget you'd told us not to come - mine usually goes that far if I haven't wanked for a day or so." "When I came my arse tightened on his cock and he came too - several spurts. When it flopped out I got round and sucked it clean. We're all uncircumcised, so I thought it would be interesting to suck a cut cock that had just come." "He loved it, I imagine." "Didn't he just! He cuddled me and practically wanted to marry me on the spot. After a good long cuddle he asked me to fuck him. I hadn't expected that, but I got down and rimmed him to get him ready. He was dry inside so I used a couple of greased fingers and he practically wept with pleasure. I got my cock in - he wanted it doggy-fashion - and went at him. I kept it up for about ten minutes and I knew I was near. I was wanking him while I was fucking him and he was making a lot of noise. 'I'm close', I said, 'where do you want it?' In his mouth, it turned out. I only just had enough time to get round and he had me right in the back of his throat as I came. Three big spurts. I've never been deep-throated before. It feels odd pulsing straight into someone's stomach." "And that was it?" "Yes, he kissed me and thanked me about four hundred times, and told me to get dressed. I went over to the bed - he was still lying there glowing - and kissed him gently. 'Look in the night stand', he said. Luckily he pointed, 'cos I had no idea what he meant. In the top drawer was $50 - fifty fucking dollars! 'You've earned every penny', he said. I kissed him and thanked him again, and here I am." George had come in during all this, and was sitting on Javid's bed listening. "Mine was pretty good too," he said. I told him to shower and tell me about it later. I had three Passports to return, and it seemed quite likely that at least one of them might have repeat business. At 772 Jim greeted me with a very big smile. "He's good, that kid," he said, "not as good as you, of course, but lightning never strikes twice." An odd metaphor, I thought, because here I was, as good a lightning conductor as he was likely to find. "Here's your Passport," I said, "Nigel was walking on air when he checked back in with me." "I'm glad, I like it when the kid's as happy as I am." He paused. Here it comes, I thought. "Do you still allow your boys to spend the night being fucked silly?" "Judging from what he said when I saw him I think he'd pay you, but rules are rules, Jim. It's $300. He'll arrive at 10 and I need him out no later than 7. I can't let you have him tonight - got to give him time to recharge his balls for you. Will tomorrow be all right, or do you want him on the last night on board?" We agreed on the next night and I left with $300 and Jim's Passport. I also had a tiny regret that Jim hadn't wanted to repeat his magic overnight with me. Xavier in 449 was very business-like. "I enjoyed time with George very much, Patrick. He is a nice boy and very versatile." I gave him back his Passport, shook his hand, said that I was glad he had enjoyed George, that I had enjoyed doing business with him, and took my farewell. Rock in 609 was still in a state of high excitement. He practically dragged me in and sat me in an armchair. "Jeez, Patrick, that kid is just the best fucking kid I've ever had, and I've had plenty, believe me." I wasn't sure what the correct response to such an outburst of enthusiasm was, so I merely smiled. "Look, you've seen my Passport. I guess you can work out that when I was your age I was a poor Jewish kid from the lower East Side. I got lucky, thanks partly to my cock, and I sucked my way into minor parts in movies. You meet a lot of fags in Hollywood, but most of us keep schtum about it. Box office don't like fags. Unlike most fags I don't get it on with older guys, and you can work out what kind I like. Your Javid ticks every fucking box I have. I want him again - is that OK?" I said if that was what he wanted then Javid would be only too happy to oblige. "He told me that he'd loved every minute of his time with you." I paused just long enough for Rock to get hungry. "He can spend the night with you if you like - not tonight, but tomorrow. It's $300." Now it was my turn to experience Rock's kissing. These new kids obviously had something that we oldsters were lacking. Youth, no doubt. I must make a point of telling Sam and Charlie that they were past it. Three overnights in one crossing - more than we usually got in a month. Rock's Passport and $300 were in my pocket. When I was putting everything away Graham came in. He wasn't due back for another quarter of an hour. "Is everything OK?" I said. "Yeah. He fucked me twice and sucked me off once. Then he wanted me to wank onto his cock and rub it in. Weird." "But you're all right?" "Oh yes. He fucked efficiently enough, but nothing special, and he gave me $10." I told him that he and Nigel had had diametrically opposite experiences. "Find an excuse where the two of you can be together for half an hour later today. I deliberately split you up so that you would each have to get to know the others. Nut I know that Tim and I needed twin time together, just the two of us, especially in the early voyages. If I see the two of you buggering off somewhere I'll make sure the others don't follow. Now shower." "Thanks, Patrick. We have missed sleeping together. I'm glad you understand." "Yeah, now get the smell of Yankee jizz off you." The Colonel received his Passport with grave thanks, but no repeat business was forthcoming. It was time to see Sir. I wasn't sure he'd welcome a visit at 1700, but I didn't have much option. However he seemed cheerful when I responded to his "come", and bade me sit down. "All six have now had their first client," I said, "and what's remarkable is that three of them have been booked for an overnight follow-up." "Goodness, that's pretty unusual." "And very encouraging. Prince tonight, and Nigel and Javid tomorrow. Apart from Vincent, whose client was very unexciting, they all seem very happy. I don't need to prepare them now, they all understand about showering and greasing themselves. Unless there's something unusual they can be relied on to get on with it without me. I'll be there when they finish of course, in case of any problem." "And in case they are so good at what they do that there's an overnight re-booking." "That too," I said gravely. "You can certainly release the others when we get to New York. The new ones are competent, and they'll improve with each voyage. I wouldn't wish to hold back the careers of our older brethren." Sir smiled. "Have the new ones affected how you and Charlie feel about each other, or Tim and Sam?" "No, not one bit. All four of us have talked about the conflict between what we feel for each other, and the fact that we spend our time fucking other people, and long ago we all agreed the two bits of our lives were completely separate. The new ones won't alter that." "I'm glad to hear it. When you aren't spending the working day with your lover it's all the nicer when he comes home, as it were, to be with you." Sir had hit the nail on the head: I wondered how he had known what it felt like. Had there been a lover in his life? I got up to go. Sir motioned me to sit down again. "Are any of the new ones forming friendships yet?" "Apart from George and Vincent, no, I haven't seen any sign of it. I split Graham and Nigel deliberately. Graham's client was pretty average whereas Nigel's was wonderful. I told them if they wanted to go off and have some quiet twin time together I'd make sure the others didn't follow. When Tim and I started we needed time with each other until we found our feet. My guess is that one of them will pair up with Javid. He's the most interesting of all of them." "In what way?" "He's the most intelligent, and when he says something it's usually because he's thought about it. I don't mean everyday stuff, but sometimes we get talking about serious stuff, emotions, that kind of thing, and he's far more mature than the others. He'll be a good catch for someone." "What about Prince? He seems physically the most mature." "Oh, there's no doubt about that. He performs like a man five years older. But I don't think he thinks much beyond his cock. Maybe that's unfair, but he doesn't contribute much to the sort of discussions where Javid shows his personality." "It sounds as though you don't like Prince, Patrick." "No, that's not true," I said. "I like all of them as fellow bell boys and fellow whores, but there are some I want to spend time with more than others." "Do you think of yourself as a whore?" "Of course. It's what we are. I'm not ashamed of it. I won't be a whore all my life, but I'm bloody good at it and I enjoy it most of the time. You and your brother gave Tim and me the chance we'd never have had in Liverpool. We've seen the World, or an interesting part of it, we've had a great time on our backs, we've made piles of money, and we're only 16. No, I don't mind being a whore at all." I got up. I had a client later on, and I wanted to eat a decent meal. "The session at 0915 tomorrow will be quite something with five of us reporting." "I shall look forward to it, as always," said Sir. =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 82 when Sir's imagination is almost overwhelmed at the 0915 meeting, and a cloud no bigger than a man's hand appears. 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. ===============================================================================