Date: Tue, 9 Oct 2018 07:45:59 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 90 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 90 After a longer 0915 session than I could remember it was a relief to get back to the ordinary routine of a say at sea. Tim could look after himself with Arthur, but I had to make sure that Javid had briefed George, so I held both of them back as we left Sir's. I should have trusted them: Javid had done what I'd asked. George was looking forward to it, he said. Both of them had overnights with the men they'd had such fun with before, so the crossing was a huge success as far as those two were concerned. I went up to 404 to see Mario. "No brother?" he said as soon as he opened the door. When I was in I told him that on this occasion I was the contact, not the provider. When that happened Tim would certainly be with me. "Sit down then, and tell me the bad news." "There's no bad news, Mario. It's all good. We're very skilled and very unshockable. Anything goes apart from pain." A shudder crossed his face. "Do you get asked for pain much?" I said that it had only happened once, and that it had been wholly unexpected, and most unwelcome. "One of the boys got whipped, so now I insist on holding passengers' Passports while a boy is with them. In two years there's never been any trouble." "Don't people refuse to give you their Passports/" "It's very simple, Mario: no Passport, no fuck. Now, let's talk business. The normal rate is $80 for the first hour and $60 for each hour after that. If you want a boy to spend the night with you it's $300 and he gets here at 2200 and has to be out by 0700. For that you and he can do what you like as often as you can both manage. If you want a second boy then the rates become $140 for an hour, $100 per hour after that, and both of us overnight for $400." I paused to let him think about it, and just before he announced his decision I said, "there are extra charges for certain other activities." "What might those be?" "The one we get asked for most often is pissing. You piss on the boy or he pisses on you. In the context 'on' should be interpreted loosely. In practice it means on his body, in his mouth, up his arse, you name it. It's $30 extra per hour per boy. I'll tell you what, Mario, if you want both of us for the night and you want piss with both of us why don't I make it ... $500?" He was so nearly going to choose an overnight, I thought, but I was wrong. "I should like you both to come to me for an hour," he said, "if it can be today." I said I saw no reason why not, but it wouldn't be possible until 1500 at the earliest. "When would suit you, Mario?" He said that 2100 would be ideal. I waited for him to get the money, but he wasn't ready yet. He was struggling, and I knew damn well what it was too. Eventually his curiosity overcame his upbringing. "I've never experienced piss, as you call it, and although my first reaction to your talking about it was one of repugnance I'm no longer so sure. I'm a man of 30 and I've had men and boys since I was a boy myself. But in America I've never been offered piss. Here on the ocean I know nobody and nobody knows me, so here is surely a good place to experiment. Would you agree that one of you is willing to do pissing?" "Yes, of course. That will cost you only $30, so $170 altogether. Would you like me to be your pissing boy, or my brother Tim? If your fancy is for young boys - and I think it is - then you should know that he is 12 minutes younger than I am." Mario smiled. "You understand me very well, Patrick. Is Tim as willing as you are?" "Yes, Mario, he's just as keen as I am. You will discover that this evening. Now, I need your Passport and $170." "Here you are," he said, "is it permitted that I kiss you to seal our bargain?" It was, and he did. Rather sexily too. I rather like Italians (I had glanced at his Passport). Tim, when I told him later about this in the canteen at lunchtime, was greatly amused. "Why just one of us, do you think?" I said I thought it was because until today it had never crossed his mind that everything that came out of his cock might have a sexual content, and he wanted to put a toe in, as it were. "My guess is that he'll want us both back for an overnight, and an overnight with lots of bladder action." "I'd bet with you, but we'd be on the same side. Which of us is the lucky one providing the extra tonight?" "You are, brother dearest. He likes them young, you see." "Good thing then that the idea of identical twins turns him on more than pure innocent 15-year-olds, not that there's many of them around." Before then I'd been to see Don. "Are we glad to see you, Patrick," said Don, "I was expecting you yesterday with our Passports." "I'm really sorry, Don, usually I return them an hour or so after the boy gets back, but I'm afraid I had ... business to attend to myself." "Oh, you're available too, are you," piped up Micky, "I want to be fucked by you as well." "Calm down, Micky," said Don, "you've been panting for Graham and Nigel since the moment they left yesterday. You can't have everybody." Micky wasn't pleased by this and I heard him mutter "can't fucking see why not", but it wasn't my job to allocate his servers. I gave Don the two Passports. "Goodness, no, we don't want those, we want your two boys again. Can they come for the night? How much will that be?" I said that they would come at 10 o'clock that night and stay until 7 the next morning, and that it would cost Don $440 - "no, let's make it $400. After all, regular clients ought to receive a discount." "Deal," said Don and Micky leapt into my lap. He put his arms round my neck and kissed me hard. Naturally my lips parted and Micky's tongue was in there, lashing around vigorously. An idea came into my mind, but it was risky. Still, if I hadn't been happy with risk I'd never have had Father Corrigan up my arse and I'd probably be thieving with the evil Connors by now. "Don, can you meet me in the bar on Deck 3 in say 20 minutes? I'd like to put a proposition to you," I said, adding in a whisper, "just you, OK?" Don seemed surprised but nodded. "And 10 tonight is OK?" It was my turn to nod. That day we were going to be busy. George and Javid had overnights already, and now Graham and Nigel were booked. Tim and I would be out for an hour with Mario from 2100. Only Vincent wouldn't have a booking. I decided to find him to make sure he wasn't going to be bothered by not having a client. But first I had to put my idea to Don. I watched as he approached and went into the bar. Naturally I couldn't sit down with him to talk, but I could go up to his table and take his drink order. When he saw me coming he grinned. "Are you my waiter, Patrick?" "Yes, for the moment. I need to bring your drink so that you can ask me to talk. What are you having? It's on the house." I knew that James was on duty in this bar - the queer bar, although Don didn't seem to have worked that out yet. I also knew that James would oblige me if he saw that I was up to something. I bore Don's bourbon to his table. "Sit a while, my boy," he said loudly enough for anyone at the nearby tables to know that the gorgeous 16-year-old sitting with the passenger was there by invitation. The more discerning of James's regulars got hold of quite the wrong end of the stick that morning: I was the one doing the seducing. "Look," I said quietly, "Micky wants to be fucked by my boys, and I'm damn sure that my boys would give their back teeth to fuck Micky. If he would like to spend much of tomorrow in our quarters I can guarantee that he'll have the time of his life." "I'm sure you're right, but what will it cost me?" "It won't cost you a penny, we'll fuck him for nothing. The only condition is that the offer's for Micky only, not you, Don. I'm running a business, but just now and again I like to give my boys a treat, and on this crossing that treat's called Micky." Don didn't need time to think. "You're telling me that he can come to your cabin and you'll fuck him and do whatever. How many are there of you?" "There are seven of us. Two Bell Captains - my brother and me, and we're 16, and five bell boys, all 15. All horny as fuck. The two you already know are typical. What about it?" "And you won't charge a penny?" "No. He can be with us from 11 tomorrow morning until late afternoon." "I'll ask him, but I don't think there's any doubt you've got a deal. How will I let you know?" I looked at my watch. It was 1115. "I'll be in here at exactly 1145. Tell me then." I got up to go. "See you shortly." Half an hour later Don was back. "He can't wait," he said, "what does he have to do?" "Nothing. I will come to your stateroom at 11 tomorrow morning and take him to our cabins. All he needs is his clothes, but he won't be in them for long. You're sure about this?" "Yes. It's what he wants. He and I do all kinds of stuff, but I can only fuck him so often. If he can get seven kids your age up his arse he'll be in heaven." I smiled; I knew how Micky felt. "At 11 tomorrow, then. You've got company tonight of course." Now I had to share this good news with Tim, and then with the rest of them. After I'd told Tim about Mario I said I had more news. "Come up on deck with me for five minutes." When we got up it was a beautiful day, warm but windy - typical mid-Atlantic weather. "You heard about Micky this morning. When I went to take their Passports back Don agreed to have them tonight as well, and Micky leapt onto me to thank me. He's a sexy little thing, and he made it very clear that he wanted me to fuck him. I made a decision, and I'm telling you first. This is something Sir must never find out about, OK?" "If you say so. What have you done?" "I've invited Micky to spend a few hours in our cabins tomorrow - just him - so he can get fucked by as many if us as he wants. He couldn't believe his luck - he's the horniest bottom I've come across. The thing Sir would object to is that I'm not charging Don - it's all free." "I don't see a problem. We get to fuck a - what is he? - 13-year-old who's begging for it. He wins, you win, I win. I suppose you're expecting the other five to want to fuck him." "If he wants, yes. Remember Abe? He couldn't get enough either. I'm not sure about Charlie, Sam and the As - should I tell them?" "I think you've got to. They might want to play, and even if they don't, or can't get time off, they're bound to find out about it. We don't have secrets from Charlie and Sam. I don't feel strongly about Andrew and Alan, but I think you have to treat everybody the same." "I agree. You've helped me make up my mind. I'll tell them next time we're all together. " "When you see Arthur give him my love," I went on. Tell him I'm really looking forward to seeing him tomorrow." "Are you, Patrick, really?" "Yes, I am. I know it sounds strange, but I like Arthur. He's old, and he's probably been fucking and sucking boys since long before we were born, 40, 45 years maybe. We'll be old one day. If all he can get now is boys like us shooting in his mouth we shouldn't grudge him that simple pleasure. He can't get it up any more, poor old sod, and he believes, or he says he believes, that our spunk is what keeps him going. Let him dream, Tim; let him have the pleasure of you, and all of us, naked and hot in front of him; let him stroke our arses; let him perv on our luscious bodies; let him remember that he probably had a body like yours once; let him dream, Tim, and while he's dreaming fill his mouth with what he needs." Tim was silent. "I hadn't thought of it like that. I'll tell him," and he did something we didn't do very often any more: he kissed me, gently, just lips. "Thanks," he whispered. Our 2000 meal was unusual, in that six of us still had clients to see. It was the first time that so many had evening engagements, although Tim and I were only promised for an hour with Don and Micky. As usual we were sitting in a corner well away from other crew members. When Charlie came back with the beer I said I had something interesting to tell them all. "What have you been up to now?" asked Charlie, "some wickedness, no doubt." "Wickedness indeed," I said, "and one which will interest you all." I told them about Micky. "He's a hot little bugger," said Nigel, "he couldn't get enough. G and I both fucked him." "Tim and I are to fuck him and Don at 2100," I said. "The thing is, I've invited Micky - just him, no Don (he's 13, by the way) - to come down to out area tomorrow. Remember Abe? Well, Micky's just as horny and keen a bottom as he was. I'm not charging Don, but I'd be very surprised if he doesn't cough up a lot of money for at least one overnight after tomorrow. He says Micky's his nephew, but I don't believe that for a minute. There's more to Don than meets the eye, but this isn't the time to tell you. The point is that I will collect Micky at 1100 tomorrow and take him down to our cabin. He's there to be fucked until around 1700 or so. The main thing is that Sir must not know. OK?" Nods all round. "Good. I don't think it should just be bell boys who come to play. If you oldies can find time I'm sure Micky will be pleased to see you. Just as long as there's never more than two of us in the cabin with him. Now, who wants to play - hands up." Two Bell Captains and five bell boys had their hands up immediately. Sam and Charlie exchanged looks and shrugs and put their hands up. Only the As hesitated. "I'd love to," said Andrew, "but we don't know how Larry would be about letting us have time off." "In that case come down if you can," I said. Alan nodded, "OK, that sounds good. What's he like?" "You tell him, Graham." Graham paused. "He's small for 13. 5 inch cock, uncut, no hair, supple as anything, arse like liquid poetry ..." ('Oh, for Christ's sake," said Nigel) "... keen as mustard to have a cock up him." "Sounds as though he's landed on his feet, thanks to you," said Sam. "One does one's best," I said modestly, "I shall draw up a rota." "Don't be such a pompous ass," said Charlie, getting the tone back to where it should be. I reminded the twins, George and Javid that they should shower and grease at 2130, and that they should be reporting back to me at 0700. "Enjoy yourselves. From what you've already said that shouldn't be difficult." "Come on, Tim, drink up," I said, "we're due at Mario's in half an hour." A second beer - Andrew's, I think - was swiped and swiftly downed. "I hope I can hold this all in," said Tim as the two of us left the rest of them to it. We showered and greased and at 2100 we were outside 404, Tim hopping from one leg to the other. When Mario opened the door we both leapt in. "Mario, I'm bursting," said Tim, "where do you want me to piss?" "I have been thinking about this since Patrick mentioned it to me. I would like you to piss on him in the shower, and I may join in. Can you wait one minute while we all strip?" There's three kinds of stripping. The really slow sexy kind where the object of the exercise is to get the client really horny. There's the oh-Christ-I'm-so-desperate-to-fuck-you kind where buttons fly and nakedness is achieved in 10 seconds flat. There's the third kind: just get your clothes off as fast as you can because your brother is about to unleash two pints of beer and it's best not done on Cunard's nice carpet. That takes about 30 seconds. The three of us dashed into the bathroom and I got into the corner of the shower. Tim was in front of me in a flash. Now if a dribble escaped it would only heighten Mario's pleasure. "OK, we're safe now, Mario," said Tim, "what do you really want?" "Can you piss up onto Patrick's chest?" Easy peasy, I thought, and relaxed as Tim's lifted his cock and aimed between my nipples. "Just do a bit," I murmured. A surprisingly strong jet of piss landed on my chest and splashed onto the shower wall. I rubbed the hot piss into my chest and belly as it cascaded down. "Wow! that's hot," breathed Mario. "Change places?" I offered. "No, maybe in a moment. Do some more, Tim." "On my cock," I murmured, "no, wait, let's dock. Watch this, Mario." I pulled my foreskin back and Tim put his cock next to mine, tip to tip. I rolled my foreskin forward and nodded to Tim. He started, and my foreskin ballooned as the volume of piss filled it. Having done this countless times, with Tim and with lots of others, my foreskin holds a lot more piss that it did the first time. Consequently when the inevitable happened and the whole fucking lot burst out the spectacle was memorable. Mario would never forget it. "Fuck," he said. I reckoned that was high praise. "Can you stop, Tim?" he said, "Patrick, I'm persuaded. Will you change places." It wasn't a question. We shimmied round Tim, still holding his cock and awaiting further instructions. "Where do you want it, Mario?" he said. For someone who that morning had been leery about the whole idea of piss Mario was, not unlike Saul on the Damascus road, a complete convert. By the time Tim's bladder was empty its contents had been sprayed onto all parts of Mario's front and, to my great surprise, beyond his tonsils as well. I admit that the last bit only happened because I made Tim turn round at one point so that I could drink a little from the tap. Mario's eyes widened at that, and Tim was almost dragged round so that the now kneeling Mario could continue the draining process. When Tim was empty I poked him in the back. "Get out for a moment and let's see what Mario and I can conjure up," I said. Mario stood up and I knelt, taking his cock - big, but only half-hard - into my mouth. "He wants you to piss," said Tim helpfully. He did, slowly at first, but soon a strong stream (far too strong to be pleasant, so I told him later as we were lying after our orgasms that drinking a lot beforehand made piss more plentiful, as well as more palatable). "You want mine?" I said. Mario shrugged. "Sure, why not? I may be new to this, but I know what I like." Ten minutes later all three of us had showered and were lying on Mario's bed. "What now," I said. "I want to fuck one of you, but I cannot choose which." "That's easy," I said, "you fuck Tim tonight and if you want to fuck me we'll both come back for the night tomorrow. Then you can fuck both of us as often as you like." It is a matter of regret to me that World War Two broke out the following year, casting a glittering career in product-selling straight into the wilderness. I could probably have negotiated our staying with him throughout the rest of the voyage if I'd tried. Suffice it to say that Mario fucked Tim (very competently, I was informed afterwards) and contracted to entertain me later in the voyage. "I can't afford both of you," he said regretfully, hoping no doubt that in a fine post-coital glow I would weaken my resolve. But it was Tim who had the glow, and I'm the business brains, so no reduction was offered. It was agreed that I would present myself, charged with a sufficiency of beer, at 2100 the following day. By the time we'd got back and showered it was 2215. I put my head round the door of cabin 3. Vincent was in bed and the As were lying on theirs. "How about coming to join Charlie and me, Vincent?" I said, "all the others have got overnights and you shouldn't be left out. Come and enjoy some fun with us." I caught Alan and Andrew exchanging a quick smile. "And you two can get at it all by yourselves," I said. "Go and fuck yourself, Patrick," said Alan good-naturedly." "I would if I could," and I left, still naked, with Vincent, already naked, padding beside me. "Look what I found, Charlie," I said. =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 91 as we enjoy our night with Vincent and various overnight adventures are related to Sir. 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. ===============================================================================