Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2018 07:31:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Ch 89

Queen Mary Bell Boys by badboi666

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Chapter 89

When we got back to our cabins we both needed a good long shower.  When we
were done I went back to the cabin to do what I should have done the day
before - filling in Don's and Micky's Passport details in my book.  I was
getting lax, and given that having the so-called Edward Locke's details
written down might - you never knew - help in locating Prince, I resolved
to be more diligent in future.  Imagine therefore my surprise when I opened
Don's Passport to write him into my book.  Tim'll enjoy this, I thought to
myself.  Had there been any signs?  I racked my brains, but I couldn't
think of any.

At 0915 Tim and I were refreshed enough to report on Gilbert and Hugh.  Our
colleagues were much amused, I think.  Nigel and Vincent reported on
Arthur, and Sir was pleased to hear from Javid and George.  "All went well,
then?"  "Yes, Sir," from all those reporting.  "What have you today,
Patrick?"  I told him that Graham and Javid were on Arthur duty, that I had
a session with Dexter and that Graham and Nigel were to perform together
for Don and Micky.  You remember James and Bertie from 1936, Sir?"  "Indeed
I do.  Am I to assume that Micky is the same age as Bertie?"  For once I
just nodded.  "Well, Graham and Javid, I shall be very keen to hear about
it all tomorrow morning."

As we left I asked Vincent to brief Graham at 1030 before he showered, and
Graham to brief Javid at 1530.  The more they did this kind of thing, the
better.  "Just come once with Arthur, Graham." I said, "you'll need to keep
plenty in reserve for your afternoon session."  He grinned.  "Too right,
Patrick."  He seemed more cheerful today, although he must have been torn
up inside still.

By the time we met for lunch Graham was in full recovery mode.  "How did it
go?" asked Nigel.  "He lapped it up.  Patrick, he said to tell you
pomegranate.  What did he mean?"  Nigel hooted with laughter.  "That's what
he said to me."  I explained that the first time we'd encountered Arthur
and he'd tasted our spunk he'd said that mine tasted like almonds and Tim's
like mango.  "We were very green then, and didn't know what a mango was,
but Charlie asked Ryan.  It's a tropical fruit, apparently.  Now Arthur
says that Nigel and Graham both taste like pomegranate - that's another
tropical fruit - while Vincent is honey.  So I'm the only salty one and all
you others are sweet.  Now you know.  By this time tomorrow we'll know
about Javid and George too."  "Mine'll be curry, I bet," said Javid with a
grin.

*****

By the time we all met at 2000 much water had flowed under the bridge.
Javid had been half right: he had been told to tell me "spice", which was
as close apparently as Arthur could get.  Charlie found out when he quizzed
Ryan the following day that Javid's bet was undoubtedly won.  I asked him
to brief George, the last of the Arthur virgins for his appointment the
following morning.  I had had an enjoyable hour with Dexter, but wasn't
prepared to spill the beans until I did so at 0915.  It was evident that
Graham and Nigel had had a very rewarding time with Don and Micky, but they
too had agreed to defer detailed news until the next morning.

There had been no approaches all day - a highly unusual occurrence, and one
which we all hoped would prove merely a lull in proceedings.  Tomorrow
George and Tim would see Arthur, and George, once he'd recovered, would
spend a happy night with Marcus - he could hardly wait, he'd said - while
Javid and Ethan would enjoy each other again.

As Charlie and I went down after we'd finished a passenger got in to the
elevator - there just the three of us.  I'd been aware of him earlier in
the voyage but hadn't marked him down as a nervous potential client.
"You've got a twin, haven't you?" he said.  I said that that was so.  "I'm
Patrick and he's Tim."  For the moment Charlie was the gooseberry, so he
pressed the button for the next floor and got out.  When we started down
again he stood close and said that he'd had his eye on both of us
"good-looking boys", as he put it.  I smiled nicely.  "I take it you are
available for a consideration," he said.  Since I would be the contact it
seemed pointless to go through the usual rigmarole, so I merely said, "me,
or both of us?"  "Both of you, of course."  I said he'd be contacted in the
morning.  "Good.  Stateroom 404.  My name is Mario."  "Good night, Mario,
sleep well," I said, "and we'll see what comes up tomorrow."  He grinned
and got out.  I went back down to see Charlie.

"I take it you have a booking," he said when he saw the smile on my face.
"Both of the Mulloys," I said, "he must fancy fucking twins.  I must tell
Tim."  I went next door and described what had happened.  Tim immediately
knew who I was talking about.  "He's been giving me the once-over a couple
of times.  He looks like he might be good for an hour's fun."  I said I'd
told him he'd be contacted tomorrow, but that I'd not told him that I'd be
the contact.  "He'll come in his trousers as soon as he sees you," said
Charlie, who had followed me next door.  Sam was lying naked on their bed.
"If you fix it so that you see him after 2100 then Charlie and I can have
an nice hour together without you two young things wearing us out."  "Might
be fun," murmured Charlie, "we haven't had it together for some time, Sam."
Graham and Nigel, both naked on the other bed, drank all this in.  "I don't
get it," said Nigel.  You are two couples, and you've been together as
boyfriends for two years, yet you happily fuck other boys.  I know it's
different with clients as that's what we're here for, but surely if you're
not being paid you don't want to fuck anyone but your boyfriend."  "What
about you and Javid?" said Sam.  "Do you mind if he wants to fuck Andrew,
say?"  Nigel thought for a bit.  "No, I suppose not.  What matters is that
he comes back to me."  "Right," said Charlie, "what you do in bed with
Andrew, or any of us, is great sex, but the feelings are in your cock, your
balls, your body.  When you make love with Javid all the feelings are
multiplied by a hundred because they're in your head and your heart."  He's
a romantic bugger, my Charlie.  I gave him a hug.  "I love you," I said.
"You've said that before, and I believe you."  Nigel nodded, "yeah, you're
right."  "Why not get Javid in then?  There's room for three in these beds
if you get close?" said Sam, "go on, it'll be good for all three of you."
Twenty seconds later Javid joined them, and thirty seconds after that all
three of them were naked.  Charlie and I left them to it.  We'd have the
cabin to ourselves.  When we got home he said, "we'll have the three of
them another night, and give Sam and Tim some time together."  "I love
you," I said again, "and so does Tim."

*****

0915 was a riot.  Graham and Javid didn't take long to detail what Arthur
had done.  He had sucked both their cocks and fondled both their arses.
Javid added that Arthur had spent several minutes "just looking at my body
and stroking me".  Apparently Javid was the first boy of Asian origin
Arthur had had, and he wanted to explore every inch of him.  "He licked my
cock, my balls and my arse like a little kid licking the icing off a piece
of cake."  This was strictly more than Arthur was paying for, but no-one
was going to object, least of all Javid who could look forward to the same
treatment when we all lined up in two days time.  "Who's going today?"
asked Sir.  "George and Tim, me tomorrow morning and all seven of us the
morning after."  "Before you see him tomorrow, Patrick, come and see me,
say 15 minutes before you're due there."

It was time for the twins to tell us all about Don and Micky.  Nigel said
"when we got there we knew what to expect.  Patrick had told us that Micky
- who said he was 13 - wanted us to fuck him.  Don hadn't said what he
wanted, but we weren't bothered by that.  Micky opened the door just a
crack, and when he saw it was us he threw it open and practically dragged
us in.  He was wearing just his pants, and there was no doubt that he was
looking forward very much to being fucked - his cock was hard and nicely
big for a 13-year-old."  "5 inches at least," said Graham, "so only an inch
or so less than ours.  No hairs anywhere - just like us in fact."  Don was
lying on the bed with a towel wrapped round his waist.  He was slim and
fit, in his 30s."  Nigel went on, "he told Micky 'bring them over' and when
we were beside the bed the two of them felt us up.  'They're hard,' said
Micky with a wicked grin.  He undid my uniform and Don did Graham's.
'Oho!' said Micky, they're not wearing pants.  'All the better to fuck you
with,' said Graham, and we were soon naked.  Don said we had nice bodies
and Micky said we had nice cocks.  I asked Don what he wanted us to do.  'I
want to watch you fucking Micky,' he said, then after that we'll see, shall
we?'  We looked at each other and shrugged.  Graham went first."

He had got Micky on all fours on the bed and started to rim his hairless
arse.  "It was so smooth," said Graham, "not a mark on it.  His arsehole
was pink and beautiful."  "You told me afterwards you thought it was 'like
a fucking poem'," said Nigel.  Graham blushed, "yes, well, it was gorgeous.
By the time you got close I'd fucked him and it wasn't so lovely any more."
"No, but it was nice and wet."  "Stop it, you two," said Sir, "get on with
it, Graham.  You were rimming him?"  "Yes, and he was moaning a lot.  I
reached round and felt his cock, and he moaned a lot more.  'Get it in,' he
muttered, 'I want to be fucked'.  So I put a finger in and he was well
prepared.  I sniffed my finger and it was vaseline: I'd wondered whether it
might have been Don's spunk, but maybe his arse was too lovely for that -
oh, sorry, sorry, I'll stop going on about it.  Anyway I pushed my cock
around his arse lips and to my surprise when he pushed a bit the whole
thing opened up like a flower and I was almost dragged in - all the way at
once.  Micky sighed 'oh fuck, that's nice.  Now hold it there for a moment
then fuck me as hard and as fast as you can'.  I gave him half a minute
then went for it.  Usually clients seem to want us to take as long as
possible, but Micky made it very clear what he wanted.  Despite his arse
obviously being accustomed to being fucked, presumably by Don, whose cock
was bound to be bigger than ours, he was still tight and it was like being
wanked.  I went as hard and fast as I could and after about two minutes I
came buckets.  'Oh, I can feel you spunking, it's so ... aaah! ... ' and
without anyone touching his cock he came all over the sheets.  Nigel was
onto the lines of cum and licked them up, and then got under Micky and gave
his cock a thorough sucking.  Micky wasn't expecting that, but he loved
it."

"What then?" said Sir.  "My cock slipped out and Micky was onto it, sucking
it clean just like Nigel had cleaned his.  Don clapped his hands.  'Very
good,' said he, 'now the other one'."  "I'm Nigel," I said, "and I want
Micky on his back.  Micky's face lit up.  As soon as he was lying down his
knees were beside his ears.  'Go for it, Nigel', he said, 'hoover up your
brother's spunk'.  Nothing new there, I thought, and set to with a will.  I
have to admit he did have a really nice arse, even if it was wet with spunk
and red with being fucked.  I spent several minutes down there, licking
everything that looked tasty.  'I need it in me,' said the insatiable
Micky, 'but slow and long this time'.  I stuck it in - no, like Graham's it
was sucked in - and he put his ankles behind my head and locked them
together.  From the bed Don said that if I could keep fucking for 15
minutes there would be a bonus.  Very slowly, but deeply, and each inward
thrust done fast and hard, keep it in, out slowly - I'm good at that - and
after a while (I'm still nowhere near) Don says '15, well done'.  I'll show
then, I thought, and I kept it going for several minutes more until my
balls had waited long enough.  The last 20 seconds were fierce.  'Here it
comes', I cried as I filled Micky's body with several jets of spunk, all of
which had been queuing up for 20 minutes or more.  Micky must have had
second sight, because just as Graham was about to dive in and suck him off
he unlocked his ankles and spread-eagled himself under me.  Graham did what
was needed and Micky duly obliged.  Graham got the lot.  Don clapped
again."

"Was that it?" said Sir, "or did Don still have something up his sleeve?"
"Not his sleeve exactly," said Graham.  "He stood up and undid the towel.
His cock must have been 10 inches and as hard as hell.  'Now you get
fucked', he said, 'one of you up the arse - you choose'."  'No', said
Nigel, 'Micky chooses'.  Clever, I thought.  Immediately Micky pointed to
me.  I was pleased, but slightly apprehensive.  Don was a good inch or two
bigger than I'd had before.  'How do you want me, Don?'  'I'll lie on my
back and you lower yourself onto it'.  Good, I thought, that means I'm a
bit more in charge.  Anyway, I got on and hovered with my arse lips just
brushing the head of his cock - it was cut, by the way, unlike Micky's -
and lowered myself inch by inch.  It was a fabulous feeling, unlike
anything I've had up me before.  I suppose it was fatter as well as being
longer.  Once it was all the way in, and that took a couple of minutes, it
was as though an engine had been switched on.  He pumped and pumped and I
bounced around with this fucking great cock up me.  It must have been
hilarious to watch.  Luckily Don wasn't going to last long, given the
overload of sex he'd watched happening already, and after three or four
minutes he roared and pushed about another foot of it into me and I felt as
though a gallon of hot water had been squirted up my arse.  There was no
way I wasn't going to make a mess on Don's belly so I got my flying fist to
work and came a good second load on him.  Micky crowed with delight, and
Nigel pointed to the pool.  'Want it, Micky?'  'You bet', and it was gone
within seconds.  Then I got off and Micky had another cleaning job to do on
Don's arse.  My kind brother looked after my cock.  We were a bit over the
hour by then."  Nigel said that they'd dressed quickly, kissed Don and
Micky (Micky with greater tongue play than Don) and left with $50 in their
pockets.

"Do you think they might want more?" I said.  "I'll be returning their
Passports later.  Shall I mention the overnight bargain rate?"  Two twins
said "yes" at the same moment.  "And this time Don's going to fuck me,"
said Nigel.

"Follow that, Patrick," said Sir, "how was your hour?"

"Dexter felt my cock when we were alone in the elevator, so I felt his," I
began.  "He simply said `fancy a fuck?' so I said he'd be contacted.  His
cock was half hard when I felt it, and it was pretty big.  When I went to
see him to make the arrangement his words were `I want to fuck your pretty
white ass'.  Dexter is a black man of about 50, and there isn't an ounce of
fat on him.  When I got there he opened the door without being visible to
anyone in the corridor.  When he closed it again I saw he was wearing only
a jock strap. He had a superb body and his jock strap concealed nothing.
It was half hard again and lay horizontally, practically reaching his hip
bone.  `My God, Dexter, that's huge', I said, `I hope I can get all that
inside me'.  When I got down to it, and had had it in my mouth for a few
minutes it was fully hard, and I reckon it was 11 inches, and I haven't had
one that big before.  I've had 10 often enough, so I wasn't worried, but a
good whore wants to let the client think that his cock is not only huge,
but also terrifying.  It wasn't as fat as some, but it was still pretty
chunky.  When I'd sucked it and got it ready I asked him how he wanted my
pretty little ass, as he put it.  `I don't know', he said, `on account I
haven't seen it yet'.  They have a funny way of talking, these Americans.
`Get on your back on the bed and lift your legs so I can get a good look',
says he.  Fine, I thought, this sounds like fun.  I got my legs up by my
ears and Dexter got on with his inspection.  `Hmm', says he, `I like the
look of that.  Been fucked before, boy?'  `Of course', I said, `I'm a
professional.  I know what I like and you've got more inches than most men
who've been up my arse.  Why don't you get more acquainted ... a finger or
three, or maybe your tongue?  That way my ass will be all hot and wet and
ready for your massive cock.'  Dexter needed no further invitation.  His
lips and tongue were immediately exploring what he called my `taint', which
is what they call an arse crack, or maybe an arsehole - I wasn't sure and
he was slobbering over the while area.  He had a short moustache and the
bristles rubbing on my arse lips was a new, and very sexy, sensation.  You
should all try it if you get the chance.  Then he got a couple of fingers
in.  `Ah, you're lubed up, that's good.', he said, and got a third in.
`Before you get too far in', I said, `if you rub my prostate I'll jizz very
quickly.  If that's what you want, that's fine.  I'll be able to jizz again
before I go.'  `No, I want you to jizz while I'm fucking you.'  `OK, let's
go then.  That cock of yours is hot to fuck me, and I'm begging fir it.
All those inches, Dexter, just waiting to get further into me than anyone's
ever been.  Stick it in, Dexter, and fuck my brains out.'  It's so tedious,
but it never fails.  Out came his fingers, which he sniffed and sucked,
than I felt his cock head brushing my arsehole.  I reached down and pulled
my arse cheeks apart.  `Go on, Dexter, for fuck's sake get it in - I'm on
fire up there.'  At last he started to push it in, deeper and deeper.
After about 9 inches were in it began to be a bit uncomfortable, so I asked
him to pause for a second while I got used to it.  He waited and I said
`OK' and the last couple of inches slid in.  `Feel my massive cock, boy,
feel it pushing into your guts - you like it, don't you?'  `Mmm, yes I do,
it's the biggest cock I've ever had, and I'm loving every hot hard inch of
it.  Now fuck me with it, Dexter, I want to feel your jizz bursting out of
it and coating my pretty little ass with your white lava."

"Do you always talk like that?" asked George.  I explained that most
clients seemed to be excited by explicit dirty talk, and Tim agreed that it
always seemed to work.  "You should always talk dirty," he said.  I went
on.  "He was a good fucker.  Often the men with the biggest cocks aren't
all that skilled, because they just assume that because they've got more
inches they don't need to use them very skilfully.  Not Dexter - he was
bloody good.  After a few minutes he pulled out and whipped me over into
all fours and whacked it in again - hard, all in one go: it was magic.  He
fucked me like that for a while and I was very near to coming.  He must
have heard me moaning because he whipped it out again and got on his back.
`Sit on it', he said.  Now you're talking, I thought, and positioned myself
with my arsehole, dripping by now with his juices and mine, just touching
his cock, which he was holding pointing straight up.  It was my turn to
drop like a stone onto it, and the whole 11 inches sank in.  I started to
wank myself and he said `yes, go boy' and I came a huge fucking fountain of
cum.  I shot about half a dozen lines, and I aimed them so that they fanned
out - white lines of my spunk on a shiny sweaty black chest.  I wanted to
bend forward to lick it up, but his cock was so rigid it kept me stuck
upwards.  Dexter had another idea though.  He scooped must of it up in his
hand and smeared it into my belly.  `Yes, boy, feel your hot jizz.'  Then
he started to fuck me in earnest..  he was pretty close by then, and I
could tell he was fast approaching.  `Yes, Dexter, I can feel your cock
getting even bigger - I hope I can take it all when you jizz ... oh fuck! I
feel you nearly there, it's ever bigger.'  He thrust hard up into me and
held his cock deeper than it had been before.  Everything was still and
silent for about two seconds, then he cried out and I felt the head of his
cock flare wider and the first shot of spunk flew out.  It's such a hot
feeling.  He squirted six times, and all the time he was pushing his cock
as far up me as he could.  He softened very quickly, but even soft it was
big enough to stay inside my arse, but at least I could fall forward onto
his chest.  Very sticky we were as I lay on him while we both got our
breath back.  Soon he said `come on, we need to shower', so I got off and
we went to clean up.  There wasn't much room, but we managed.  Suddenly I
felt a gush of his piss on my back.  `Mmm, I love that', I said.  I know he
hadn't paid, but I wasn't going to turn down a piss session after a fuck
like that.  `Can I piss on you?'  `You bet, boy.'  The shower lasted longer
than it should have done.  When we got out and were dried off I got back
into my uniform.  He was still naked.  I kissed his cock, and I kissed his
lips.  `That was a fantastic fuck, Dexter, and the piss was the icing on
the cake.'  Dexter smiled, `yeah', and he gave me $30.  I suppose I ought
to give it to you, Sir, as the extra for piss."  "No, Patrick, I think you
earned it."


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The fun will continue in Chapter 90 as we reach Southampton.  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.
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