Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2018 10:11:42 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 86 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 86 Next morning we were all up early. Those with activities booked were looking forward to them; Graham, still down in the dumps about Prince, needed cheering up. Apart from the 0915 meeting Graham would be my top priority. We all crowded into Sir's office at 0915. I told him that Javid had a booking that morning and George at 1500, both with Americans. "They tend to tip well, boys," said Sir, "so make sure you go the extra mile, or perhaps inch." "Tim and I are booked for an overnight with a pair of pansies on Deck 9," I said. "Why 'pansies' Patrick?" I tried to explain. "We're all queer, and none of us is ashamed of it or embarrassed by it. I don't suppose any of us would like our parents to know, but they're not here and they're not likely to find out that we're queer, or that we're whores. 'Queer' is a word I'm happy with. But some of the clients are very exaggerated in their mannerisms, and try to be feminine when they're obviously not. 'Pansy' seems a good word to describe them. I don't think the less of them, but I don't enjoy their way of ... oh, I don't know ... I'm perfectly happy to do what they want, and to try to enjoy what they do to me, but I wouldn't want to spend a weekend with them." "That's very honest, Patrick, thank you," said Sir. "Does anyone else feel strongly about it?" No-one volunteered a view, but I knew perfectly well (because we'd talked about it the night before) that all the other oldies felt as I did. We wouldn't judge and, as professionals, we'd go where we were booked, but pansies weren't our first choice of client. When I raised the subject George and Vincent had laughed - one of their diving coaches had sounded like what I had described. Had he made advances to them? No, and if he had he wouldn't have got very far. I reminded all of them that we couldn't pick and choose. "If some fucks are more enjoyable that others, then those are the ones to remember." "Anything else?" asked Sir. "I've kept the best until last. Arthur is on board. He encountered Graham yesterday and gave him a message for me. I went to see him and the arrangement is that each of us will go one at a time to him for half an hour, then on the last day all seven of us will go to fill him up." "I hope you gave him a volume discount." I smiled. "Just a small one, yes Sir." I collared George and Graham as we were leaving. I told George to report to me in my cabin at 1300 when I would brief him about what Marcus wanted. "Come with me," I said to Graham, "the rest of you, go and see what you can find." I took him up to the top deck. As usual it was fairly quiet as most of the passengers were still at breakfast. We walked over to the rail and looked out. Neither of us said anything for some minutes. "Tell me," I said, "something's really bothering you. Nigel won't tell me, either because he doesn't know or because he does know and it's your secret, not his. I may be your boss, but I'm also your friend. I thought we'd formed a trust when you were a trainee." He didn't say anything for a moment, but eventually he signed and said it was nothing really. A palpable lie, but if he didn't want to tell me then I'd just have to wait until he did. I put my arm round him. "OK, I believe you, but if you decide it wasn't nothing really I hope you know you can tell me. I'm here up on deck with you because I like you, and because I'm responsible for you, and because I care about you - all of you." He turned to look at me - big soulful eyes showing the truth his words kept denying. "I know, Patrick. And I know you know there is something, but I can't tell you. I can't tell Nigel either." I held him tight, aware that he was as tight as a bow string. No tears came though. Not then. A few minutes later while I was still had my arm round him he said very quietly, "can we go down now? Working the elevators will make me think about the present and not the past." This was really worrying, but I agreed that work would be sensible, so we both went and busied ourselves at our duties - Graham in an elevator and me in our cabin waiting for Javid to come down and shower. At 1030 he came in. "Enjoy Ethan," I said, "he's in 907 - they're the most expensive suites, on Deck 9. He wants, as he put it, to get 'your beautiful dark lips' round his cock. I wasn't clear where he wants you to come, but I've no doubt he'll make his wishes only too clear. I'll be here at 1200. If he's finished with you before then, and I'm not here, then shower and wait for me." Javid grinned. "I know how it works, Patrick." I smiled; he was one of my favourites, although I wouldn't have admitted it, even to Charlie. He went to shower and Nigel appeared a few minutes later. "Go and shower and come back. I'll explain what Arthur wants." They were back in just three or four minutes. Javid greased himself and put his uniform on ready for it to be taken off again for Ethan. "Nigel, Arthur's only interested in you coming in his mouth. When you get there - he's in 466 - tell him your name and strip off. He'll tell you how he wants you to come - it may be that you wank in front of his face and give him plenty of warning you're about to come. He likes your cock right inside his mouth and he swallows, so make sure you make lots of exciting noises. He might want to stroke you or cuddle your arse. Remember he's done this with all of us before, and we'll all be visiting him, all seven of us together, later in the voyage, so regard him as an old friend." "Got that, captain," said Nigel. "He's only got you for half an hour, remember." Off he went. I decided to spend 30 minutes touting for business by being gorgeous-looking in an elevator. Half an hour later my worm remained attached to its hook, although it had attracted attention from a couple of likely-looking fish. I expected they'd be hungrier on the next occasion the worm appeared. They usually were. Nigel was back almost exactly at 1130. "You're right, he is a nice man," he said. I asked him what had happened. "He was in his dressing gown and I stripped, like you said. 'Nice', he said, 'come and let me stroke you'. So I went over and stood in front of him. He stroked my arse, like you said, and my cock was hard and wet with precum. 'Mmm', he said, and bent to lick it off. Then he drew back my foreskin and gave me a thorough tongue job, and very skilled he was." I told him that sucking boys' cocks was what Arthur did, so if he wasn't very skilled it certainly wasn't from a lack of trying. "I thought I ought to feel him inside his dressing gown so I put my hand in. He smiled and said 'it's asleep, Nigel, it doesn't wake up any more. One day it might, but unless I get me fix of boy spunk it won't wake up again'. Silly old bugger, I thought, but if my spunk is what he wants then I'm here to deliver. I stood right in front of him and started to wank. 'Mmm', he said again, 'that's a beautiful cock; it's going to squirt in my mouth, isn't it?' I nodded and got faster. He squeezed my arse - I love it when they do that - and I moaned. He moaned, 'yes, yes', and I said I was close. He opened his mouth and I put my cock in, still wanking the bit outside. I could feel his tongue lashing around, and then I came. I came a fucking sight more than I'd expected to - six good squirts - and I left my cock in his mouth while he rolled his tongue, and a mouthful of spunk, all round. Then he swallowed and leant back. My cock slipped out, still cummy. He bent down and licked most of it off. 'Thank you, Nigel', he said, 'that was very tasty. Be sure to tell Patrick when you report back that I said it was like pomegranate. Got that?' I nodded. 'Yes, Arthur. I loved what your tongue did after I came.' 'You're a good boy, Nigel, now run along. I'll see you again later in the voyage with all your colleagues.' Then I got dressed and he gave me a kiss. Can I shower now, 'cos I'm all cummy still?" "Yes, well done, off you go. If you see Vincent explain what happens." Pomegranate, eh! Two years ago we'd had to ask Ryan what these weird flavours were, but now I could ask Charlie. He might even know. Javid returned shortly after 1200 very full of beans, but, from the story he told, largely bereft of spunk. Sir would enjoy hearing about it. Bereft of spunk he might have been, but he was $50 richer. It seemed that Ethan wanted company for the night later in the voyage. I went up to the pool to see Larry. Andrew was there, and he came over when he saw me. "Hello, stranger, what can we do for you?" "Is Larry about?" "He's in the gym, do you want him?" I said I had an unusual request, and I needed to ask Larry in person, "but you should hear it as well in case it happens again." Andrew went off to the gym and a couple of minutes later he and Larry came back. "What is it you need?" said Larry. I explained that George had a client at 1500 who wanted him to be sweaty as well as full of piss. Larry's eyes lit up. "Can you set him some exercises that he can do which will make him all sweaty but won't exhaust him so that he can't perform? And can you let him have plenty of water - you keep some here, don't you?" "Yes, I'll do that for you. Make sure he comes here in ordinary clothes though, as I'll have to treat him as a passenger's son. When is he due at the client?" "1500." "OK, send him here at 1430 and we'll do the rest." I went up to 907. "Did you enjoy Javid's company?" I asked, "he's one of our most popular boys." "I enjoyed every second," said Ethan, "he has a beautiful body and a beautiful soul." I wasn't aware of any aspect of Javid's soul, or any of the others' either. My soul had so often been described as beyond redemption that I rather gave up on it, not taking mine, or anyone else's, at all seriously. But Ethan was clearly of a different view. Had Javid been all that Ethan had wished? "The kid jizzed three times - that's pretty good going, even for a 15-year-old - he is 15, isn't he?" I assured Ethan that the beautiful soul had indeed only been 15. "He came in my mouth, then all over his belly while I was fucking him, then the third time up my ass. While I was fucking him, between the second and the third, I asked if he could stay longer. He said no, he could only stay an hour, but he could come another time, maybe even stay the night. Now that is right up my street, Patrick. What will it cost me?" "$300. He gets to you at 2200 - that's 10 o'clock - and has to be out for his other duties at 7. He can't come tonight, but the night after or the night after that." Ethan said that the next night would be just right. Away I went with $300 and his Passport still in my pocket. At 1300 George came into our cabin. "You are going to Marcus in 545 at 1500. He wants you to piss, so you must have a full bladder when you get there. What I do with a client who wants me to piss is piss an hour beforehand and drink pretty often during the hour, with a big swig about five minutes before I get there. If I'm going to have serious piss play I love it when my bladder is really uncomfortably full and I can hardly hold it, but that's just me - you'll have to find out for yourself what works for you. The other thing is that he wants you all sweaty. He's clearly a sporty guy, and he obviously gets horny with other sporty guys when they're all hot after whatever it is they do. So I've fixed it with Larry that you will go to the pool at 1430. He knows what's needed and he'll tell you what to do. You'll have to go there in your ordinary clothes as bell boys aren't supposed to use the pool and the gym. OK?" George nodded. "Yes, that's clear. I like piss, so it'll be interesting to work out what I feel like with a full bladder." "Larry will give you a lot to drink while you're exercising, so use it. You'll sweat a lot - that's what's wanted, so you'll have to drink a lot more than you would if you were just working an elevator. It's all trial and error. I expect Marcus will have something for you to fill up with - ask him if he doesn't offer." "What does he want to do?" "Apart from piss I've no idea, but he'll tell you. You were pretty taken with him when he came on to you, so I don't suppose you'll mind whatever it is." He grinned, happily remembering how he'd felt in the elevator when Marcus had propositioned him, and the two of us went to get a quick bite to eat. It would have been useful to have got a couple of beers down him in view of the special nature of his forthcoming duties, but I didn't want to push our luck on the beer front. A bottle (or two) after work was finished fort the day was one thing, but swigging at lunchtime wasn't clever. After we'd eaten we went to resume elevator duties. He had a bit under an hour to kill, and I had to be ready at 1530 to brief Vincent. I went in search of Arthur's next treat, and found him alone in his elevator. "No bites?" "One possible," he said, "and as he's been with me twice now I expect he's busy getting his courage up to make an advance any minute." "Good," I said, "do you enjoy this part of your work?" "God, yes. I know I'm a cute sexy little thing with a red hot arse, and they are pretty sure that I'd like them to fill my red hot arse and cool it down with something nice, so it's only a matter of time. I know we're not supposed to take the first step, but sometimes my smile gets sort of ... mischievous." We both laughed. "You know what works for you," I said, "and that's fine by me. George has got to go to the gym and get sweaty and full of piss for Marcus at 1500. Have you talked about it?" "The besotted bugger hasn't stopped since he met him in the lift. I hope it doesn't turn out to be a great come down." "Does that sort of thing appeal to you?" "You know it does, Patrick. I love being pissed on, and I don't see that being sweaty is a problem if that's what turns the client on. I suppose if G and I were both wet and slippery rolling about it wouldn't bother either of us whether it was piss or sweat." At this point three passengers approached, so I said "1530 in my cabin" and slipped out to find my own shop window. A lot happened in the next hour. Although he was still ensconced with Marcus George was in my mind. The image of him and Vincent rolling around all slippery was a potent one: were he and Marcus slipperily engaged? I would find out in good time, just when Vincent was doing his bit on the rejuvenation front. Of more direct interest was that my worm had been swallowed by a tall black man of around 50 who had been eyeing me since that morning. He stayed on, as they do, little realising that their doing so is the brightest lighthouse for miles. "Fancy a fuck?" I should have said, because at least that way we'd have reached our mutually-desired destination with less delay. But of course that's not allowed, and even if it had been the price I could have charged would have been much lower. No, Patrick, just wait and smile ... mischievously. So I did and - bingo! - Mr Big made his carefully-prepared speech. It was very hard to keep a straight face when he whispered - although we were quite alone - "fancy a fuck?" Again I had to bite back "sure, why not?" instead saying that that could be arranged and that I would contact him soon to fix a time. He gave the goods a nice squeeze, so I did the same. Two hands would have been more useful, but I didn't think of that in time. "What number?" "637." He got off at the next deck. At 1530 Vincent arrived. "Has Nigel told you what happens?" "Yes. Does Arthur always do the same thing?" "Two years ago he had all six of us and he never did the same thing twice. The only constant is that you come in his mouth. He's gentle, so be nice." "I'm always nice; it's what they pay me for." You couldn't argue. "I imagine you and G will be at it like newly-weds tonight," I said, "given that neither of you is banned from coming." "Hope so. Give the As something to think about. Can I shower now?" "Yes. He's in 466." I was wondering whether to go up again to see 637 before George got back, but while I was thinking Tim came in. "I need to talk," he said. This looked serious, judging from the look on his face. "What's up?" "It's Graham. He's completely changed since Prince fucked off." "I know," I said, "I've tried to talk to him about it, but all he said was that he knew I knew there was something wrong, but he couldn't talk about it. Do you know any more?" "No, but he was crying in his bed last night and the night before. He's always been pretty sparky, so it must be because of Prince." "Were they an item, do you think?" "I don't think so. The beds were never pushed together like in yours or cabin 3. They got on all right - there was no friction or arguing - but I didn't see any sign of affection, and nor did Sam when I asked him. We're both worried about the poor kid." "What do you think any of us can do? If he won't talk to me quietly one-on-one he's unlikely to talk to anyone else - unless you think he might talk to you?" "I've no idea: that's why I'm here talking to you." "Let me think about it for a while. I've got George reporting back any minute and I have to go and arrange things with a client. Vincent will be back from Arthur at 1630. Can you come back here then, and I'll see what I've thought." "OK. See you then." With hindsight Graham's distress was no great mystery. To a 16-year-old with the weight of responsibility for trying to ease that distress it wasn't at all clear. Still, I thought as hard as I could with the back of my mind while the front dealt almost automatically with the more immediate tasks. George came back in a state of blissful exhaustion. "Tell me about it," I said. He nodded happily. "I was really needing to piss pretty urgently when I got there," he said. I nodded - that's how I like it too. "The door opened, but he was behind it. When he shut it I saw he was stark naked. God, what a sight! You've seen him, so you know what he looks like, but he's a million times better naked, I promise." I grinned: I do like it when the staff are fulfilled in their work. "What did he do?" "He knelt in front of me and kissed me. Not a big tongues kiss - that came later - but a soft lip-brushing kiss. The sort of kiss that you know if the first step on a long road to - oh, I don't know - satisfaction is too feeble a word." "Ecstasy?" "Yeah, that's it. Anyway he got up again and said he guessed I need a piss. I said his guess was right. 'Come on then,' and he led me into a big bathroom. The bath had about an inch of water in it. 'It's nice and warm,' he said, 'there's nothing worse than lying on your back in a cold bath'. I didn't know what he wanted exactly, so I waited to see what he did. He got in and lay on his back. 'Get in and stand over me,' he said, 'and start to piss. Spray it when I tell you and stop when I tell you.' I do like it when they give you clear instructions. I got in and aimed my cock at his balls. They were big, and his hard cock was cut. I couldn't piss at first, but I soon started and a great stream gushed out. I'd pulled my foreskin back so he got more pressure. 'On my chest,' he said, so I aimed a bit higher. He was rubbing it into his body as fast as I was pissing. 'Stop!' he said suddenly, so I made an effort. I reckon I was about half-way through. 'Swop places,' he said, so I got on my back and he started pissing on me. 'Anywhere below my neck,' I said. He pissed for what seemed ages and I was loving every second of it. 'Stop!' I said, and got up. I knelt in the pissy water and got his cock in my mouth. 'You want me to piss in your mouth, George?' I nodded. He did and it was so fucking hot. Vincent and I have done piss with each other, but we've never been as full as Marcus and I were. He just kept on pissing and even though I swallowed as hard as I could I couldn't keep up, and it ran down my chin. 'Fuck, you look hot with my piss running down you,' he muttered. Then he stopped and said he wanted me to piss in his mouth. He swallowed every drop. Then we had a quick shower just so the sheets didn't stink, he said." I was intrigued. I hadn't realized that George was quite such a devoted piss-hound. I made a mental note to have a proper conversation with the other recent arrivals - I had to find a better way of describing them: bell boys, perhaps - on the subject. A little practice might be fun. Better still, a lot of practice would be ideal. "Then what? He said he wanted to fuck you deep and long." "Oh Patrick, did he just! He had a big one, about 9 inches I'd say. Far too big for me to get more than a bit of it my mouth, but luckily my arse holds more. He got me kneeling on all fours at the edge of the bed and started stroking my arse crack. 'You're prepared, I see,' he said. I wriggled my arse. 'Of course, I'm a pro.' He laughed. 'And a fucking good one if the last 15 minutes have been anything to go by.' I was enjoying myself - he was good at what he was doing and when I moaned a bit and muttered 'get some fingers up there, Marcus, I'm on fire' he did just that. That thing up my arse was what he was aiming for - what's it called again?" I told him. "Yeah, prostate, anyway he found it and I practically came right then, just as you said." "What did he do?" "He stopped and said 'how many times can you jizz while you're here?' so I said two, maybe three. 'Right,' he said, 'here's the first,' and he rubbed my prostate and a great fountain of cum flew out of my cock - no-one had touched it. It's a great feeling, isn't it?" I agreed that I found it so too. "Then while I was still coming he shoved his cock in my arse. Not all at once, but gradually. I love it when you feel your whole arse being gradually invaded - it's a feeling of, I don't know, complete fulfilment. It's as though that's what your arse was designed for." This boy had a future in front of him as a poet, I thought. "Maybe it was," I said with a smile, "I'm damn sure mine is." Marcus had fucked George hard that first time, jizzing inside him in a few minutes. George had felt the 9-incher pulsing with each squirt. George had told Marcus this, and Marcus had squeezed him even tighter as he strove to get the last drop of his jizz 10 inches in. Marcus was all for keeping it in, but George had a better idea. He moved forward so that Marcus's cock popped out then said 'lie down while I clean you', then proceeded to do what all good whores do. Marcus had not expected his cock, still a good 6 inches or so, and very wet and sticky, to be devoured with such enthusiasm, or indeed devoured at all. "Hey kid, sorry, George, you're something else." George, rightly interpreting this form of words as praise, continued to suck and slurp. Marcus returned the compliment by telling George to turn round. "Go on sucking my cock, but I want to do something for you." That 'something' was Marcus's tongue exploring the cleft into which his fingers, and then his cock, had recently ventured. "I go wild when someone rims me, specially if my arse if full of spunk." George had a glittering career in front of (or perhaps behind) him. "Is there more?" I asked. "Oh yes. He fucked me again, this time on my back, and wanked me while he was fucking me. He lasted a lot longer - a good 15 minutes. He said he could last a lot longer than that. I came on my belly and he reached forward and scooped it up and licked it off his hand like a little kid licking the icing off a biscuit. My guess is he'll want another session, because when it was time to go and he gave me $20 he said 'see you again, I hope'." What did you say?" "I said I'd look forward to his 9-incher delivering the goods again. Was that right?" "Of course it was right. The more fucks we get, the richer we all get. I'll go and see him soon and see what he says. Now shower - I can smell you a mile away." "It's a nice smell though, isn't it?" "Yes, but it's nicer to the boy who was there when he got all smelly than it is to the one who only gets to hear about it." He went to shower, glowing with that tingly pleasure that was so rare in our profession, and so welcome when it happened. He would enjoy sharing it all with Vincent. =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 87. We try to find a way to unlock the secret of Graham's woe. The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing last year, 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. ===============================================================================