Date: Mon, 15 Oct 2018 07:40:51 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 92 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 92 It would be a busy day. It was already 1000 and I was due to fetch Micky in an hour. If I was to have the shit conversation with all of them it made sense to do it now, while they were all still together. So as soon as we were outside Sir's room I said, "Cabin 1, all of you, now. This won't take long." When we got there the five of them sat on the other bed while Tim and I sat on mine. "You heard what George described about shitting after he'd been pissfucked. We've never talked about this before, but Sir obviously wants me to brief him tomorrow. As you all know, some clients want us to piss on them, or them on us, and we're all happy with that. Or if not happy, then delighted. George said that Marcus wasn't bothered when the shit flew. Some clients like their boys to shit on them. We've never been asked for that, and I guess it must be pretty rare. Sir will ask me whether any of us are willing to do that." I paused, waiting for some kind of reaction. Without exception they were all unenthusiastic. George, who was in the best position to have a view, spoke for all of them. "If we're pissfucked and we shit without wanting to then surely the client must know it might happen, right? But we don't want to play with it, and if the client does then I'm not interested." There seemed to be general agreement. "Does anyone feel differently? If a client wants you to, would you be willing?" Everyone shook his head. "Even if I charge $100?" "Yes," said Javid, "even for $100." "OK, I'll tell Sir that shit is off the menu. But anyone who is booked for piss must make sure he isn't going to shit if he gets a nice warm piss enema. In fact we should all make sure our arses are shit-free for all clients. When you grease, feel around and if there's any sign of yesterday's supper in there get rid of it. OK?" It was OK with all of them. "Thanks," I said. It was then, with Micky in the front of my mind that I realised I had committed the deadliest sin of someone in my position. I had double-booked myself, and I'd also forgotten that Sir had asked me to see him 15 minutes before going to Arthur. Bugger! I was due to allow Arthur to relieve me of two balls-worth of spunk at precisely the time I was to collect Micky for a much looked-forward-to fate worse than death. Micky couldn't wait - Arthur would have to be postponed. I went up to Arthur. It was only 1045. "You're early, Patrick," he said. I went in. "Arthur, I'm really sorry. I can't be with you at 11 today. I have other duties. All seven of us will be here at 11 tomorrow, I promise. Can you bear to wait for me until after lunch today - say 2 o'clock?" "My dear Patrick, waiting will only increase my pleasure. You've been very kind to an old man. Go and see to your duties, and I will enjoy my lunch all the more knowing that it will have a crowning final course." As well as my thanks he got a kiss. I got my cheek stroked. He was a nice old man. I'd go to see Sir in the afternoon. Micky's batting order had been carefully thought out. Sam, Charlie and the As got time off during the day, but unlike bell boys their time wasn't their own. I wanted Sam to be the last, given the size of his cock: anyone coming after him might seem an anti-climax. We seven could come and go more easily. I also wanted there to be two of us with him at all times, just in case anything unexpected happened. I would collect him at 1100 and he would meet, in this order: Javid, Vincent, Andrew, Tim, Nigel, Charlie, George, Alan, Graham, me and Sam. That gave the poor boy a chance of a rest between the 18-year-olds, although I didn't really think he'd need it. I'd fixed it with Charlie that when he came down he'd bring the boy something to eat and drink. We couldn't take him to the canteen and he'd be starving by the time Sam had finished with him. Beyond knowing that he wanted to be fucked by everybody I had no idea what he wanted - we would all be playing it by ear. I made sure that the cabin was nice and neat before I went to collect him. I've no idea why - it somehow seemed right that a bed which would probably see a 13-year-old boy fucked practically senseless in the coming six hours should at least start the session looking neat and tidy. As 1100 neared Javid and Vincent appeared, as ordered. "Remember that you can't leave, Javid, until Andrew gets here. I think it will make sense if you're both naked when Micky gets here. He's a horny little bugger and won't need much encouragement." I knocked at 733 and Don opened the door. "All set?" I said. No answer was needed. Micky was wearing very short red shorts and a white t-shirt, long white socks and sandals. "He's been counting the minutes since before breakfast," said Don, "and he hasn't come since he did with Nigel early this morning. Go and enjoy yourself, Micky, I love you, remember?" "Yes, Father," said Micky seriously, "I will." "Come on then, Tiger," I said, "fuck time." As the two of us went down Micky was trembling. Was it excitement or fear? Lust or trepidation. As we were nearly there I stopped and said, "look Micky, you don't have to do this if you don't want to. There are 11 of us and you can stop whenever you like. No-one's going to laugh." Micky looked me in the eye. "I know what I want, Patrick. I understand I can say when to stop, but I'm not going to, I love being fucked and if you've got 11 boys ready to fill my arse I can't wait." I smiled. "OK, but I had to say it." "I know, and thanks. Can we get on with it now?" I opened the door and we went in. Javid and Vincent were lying on what had been Javid's bed. "Come on, Micky, I'm the first. I'm Javid and I'm the only brown boy who's going to fuck you today. You get to choose how you want it." Vincent and I arranged ourselves on my bed. I planned to stay only until Andrew arrived: I still had other duties, after all, and Sir might be around. Micky stripped off his meagre clothing; it would remain in a corner for several hours. Javid pulled him onto the bed and began to lick his 5-inch cock. Micky was intrigued by Javid's skin. "I've never been with a brown kid before," he said, "is your spunk brown too?" Javid solemnly assured him that if all the spunk which was going to end up in his arse was laid out in a line his would be indistinguishable from all the others. "Can I lick your cock?" "Micky," I said, "don't ask. The rule down here is that we all just do what we like. If someone asks you to do something and you don't want to, just say so. You're here to be fucked, so you tell Javid what you want." Micky smiled. "I like you, Patrick, you talk sense. OK, Javid, I want your cock up my arse right now and I want to see your face while you fuck me." Micky was already on his back, his knees apart, his hands pulling his arse cheeks apart, his pretty little arsehole invitingly exposed. "So this is the liquid poetry," murmured Javid, and touched his cockhead wetly against Micky's lips. "Are you ready, Micky?" "Christ yes, get it in." Javid didn't hesitate, but not knowing whether Micky was greased or not he entered carefully. When he had about two inches in he paused, rather surprised. "You're really wet in there, Micky: I thought I was the first." "Don't forget Nigel and Graham spent the night with Don and me. That's Nigel your cock is slipping through." Javid saw no reason to be gentle, so he plunged all the way in hard. Micky's toes curled. "That's more like it, big man. I want it hard and I want it fast." Clear instructions leave no room for debate. Javid's spunk was inside Micky within a couple of minutes. "Do you want to suck his cock clean, Micky?" I asked, "because if you don't I know someone who does." "No chance," said Micky, "get it up here, Javid. Javid's cock, briefly released from the warm darkness of Micky's arse, was soon in the boy's mouth. Javid had a silly smile on his face as Micky very expertly sucked every trace of spunk from his very sensitive cock. "Thank you, Javid," said Micky - a nice polite boy as well as a very cute one. Javid vacated the space beside Micky, immediately taken by Vincent. "I'm Vincent, Micky, how do you want me to fuck that hot little arse of yours, and how long till you're ready." "I'm ready now, Vincent. Javid's filled me up so you'll get in OK. How about I kneel on all fours and you fuck me from behind like a dog?" This was music to Vincent's ears. As Micky got into position Vincent looked lustfully at his target - pink, a bit puffy, awash with Javid's and, if Micky was to be believed, Nigel's cum (and goodness knows who else's). "I need to get you nice and ready," said Vincent. "I am ready, dammit." "Patience, Micky, your arse is full of good nourishment and I want my fee for filling you up," and Vincent started to lap at the bounty leaking gently from Micky. From the look on Vincent's face and the murmurs of pleasure he emitted the bounty was indeed delightful. Micky wasn't exactly uninterested in Vincent's ministrations either, because he arched his back like a cat when it's really happy. "That's nice," he purred, "most guys don't bother." "We're not 'most guys'," I said, "we're the best you'll find Micky, trust me. You'll have 11 guys fucking you and each one will be different." Micky just smiled. Vincent said he was ready. "Me too, get it in, Vincent." In it slid. It doesn't matter how often you've seen it (never mind doing it, or having it done to you) there's something enormously erotic about seeing an older boy's cock slowly filling a younger boy's arse. And when the boys are 15 and 13, both knowing exactly what they were in for, and both capable of decent ejaculations, the erotic nature in compounded. I wondered if Micky's hand would stray to his cock - hard, red, urgent, his foreskin still forward. If he was going to be fucked 11 times how many times did he plan to come himself? "D'you want me to wank you, Micky?" panted Vincent. "No, but Patrick can come and suck it." This wasn't so much permission being granted as a royal command being issued, but either way I was always going to comply. I wasn't accustomed to sexual activity with my uniform on, but I managed to lie on my back well out of the way of any spunk which might leak, by whomsoever delivered, from Micky's rear, and fastened my mouth round Micky. "Don't make me come," he breathed, "just give me the hots." I wouldn't have thought he could have been got any hotter, but I did what he asked. It was a nice musky taste, and I detected that subtle fragrance of an earlier coming. "You taste good, Micky, is that your cum I'm getting?" "Who else's could it be?" he said scornfully. I said nothing, but I thought a short lesson might not be unwelcome when I returned to fuck him later. I'd be after Graham, so that might be a good time to try. He and Micky were accustomed to each other by now. At this point Andrew came in. I'd briefed them just to come in quietly as undoubtedly work would be under way when they arrived. Javid stood up, kissed Andrew briefly and said, "he's all yours," and went off to shower. The production line was working efficiently. Vincent fucked faster. "Nearly there," he groaned. I got out from under, leaving a string of saliva - not unmixed with precum, I fancied - to hang from Micky's cock. As Vincent fucked harder the string swung wildly, eventually making landfall on the bed several inches from Micky's cock. "Aaaah!" groaned Vincent as he spurted Micky's second helping. Micky said nothing until ten seconds later when he said quietly, "six jets, wow, you're good, Vincent." As he had with Javid, Micky was ready to engulf Vincent's still hard cock to hoover up every last precious drop. As he moved to do so he noticed Andrew, already naked. "You didn't tell me I was going to get fucked by a man, Patrick." "Not 'a man', Micky, four men, all 18 like this one." "Mmm!" was all Micky said, and he got to work on dripping Vincent. Much as I wanted to go on being a voyeur I had other responsibilities, so I went over to Micky, stroked his cheek and whispered, "enjoy the fun. I'll be back later." "Mmm!" Micky's conversational skills were not why he was here, of course. When I got to the main Lobby where the lifts were I was grabbed by Tim. "Sir's been looking for you. I managed to stall him by saying you were arranging matters with a client, so have a story up your sleeve." "How long ago? What does he want?" "No idea, but it was only about 10 minutes ago, so there's no panic." "I'll go and see him now." "Good, because I'm off to see to Micky in a few minutes." "Come." I put my head round. "You didn't come before seeing Arthur." "No, I made a stupid mistake. I had a double booking so I went quickly to Arthur just before I was due to postpone it until this afternoon. He seemed happy with that. From what you said I assumed that your wanting to see me 15 minutes before going to him was that you wanted to talk about him." "Yes, you're right. You must be more careful about your bookings though." I assured him that it wouldn't happen again. "Now you're here we can talk about both things. The New York Consul has heard from the Foreign Office. There is a diplomat called Edward Lock without an 'e', but he's over 60 and doesn't sound anything like Prince's client. They think our Locke is a crook - well, we know that - but one who knows of the existence of a bona fide diplomat with a similar name." I said I didn't follow - what had that to do with us? Why tell Sir? "I'm not sure. I think they're just keeping us informed. Maybe we'll learn more in two days in Southampton. I thought you'd like to know." "Thank you, Sir, it's something to think about." "How is Graham taking it? They were close, weren't they?" I had no idea where he'd got that from, but there was no reason not to tell him. "The night before he jumped ship Graham told him he loved him, and he was convinced that that had caused Prince to run away." "Poor boy. That can't have been easy. Not easy to live with and not easy to tell anyone. How did you find out?" "Tim guessed and just asked him straight out. After much crying he seemed a lot better. I won't say he's over it, but the healing has begun, I think." "Is there anything we can do?" "No, I don't think so. I'm hoping he'll get kind clients who give him memorable orgasms, and the rest of us are always willing to do our bit in that direction." Sir smiled, "yes, I know, and not just bell boys and ex-bell boys, I'm sure." He went on. "The Arthur matter is this. He's been a good client, with more repeat business than any of the others, and from the descriptions you've all given he sounds like a kind and considerate man. He's English yet he lives in Chicago, I remember. He's likely to travel on Queen Mary again, and I think we should give him a present, partly to thank him and partly to encourage further business on any future crossing." I said I thought that was a generous idea, but I had no idea what Sir had in mind. "Yesterday when I asked you to come and see me I was thinking of giving him a nice presentation bottle of champagne. But now I've had a better idea. You told me that Nigel and Graham had had an engagement where Micky - he's 13 isn't he? - was enthusiastically fucked." I nodded: had Sir got wind of what was happening even now in Cabin 1? "I haven't the slightest doubt that Arthur would love to suck Micky's cock - I take it the boy can produce spunk? -" (I nodded) "- good. Then do you think Micky would be willing to play?" I was taken aback by this. Sir had never suggested getting two clients together in this way, but I could see no reason why it wouldn't be welcomed by both parties. "I believe it could work," I said, "but shouldn't we offer something to Micky?" Sir just looked at me. "Patrick, you must think me very dense. It's my job to know everything that goes on in our area of business, and before you say a word let me tell you that I don't mind at all. If young Micky wants what he's been getting all day that's fine by me. I'm sure you planned to tell me the interesting details tomorrow morning. How much are you charging?" It was my turn to look at Sir. "Exactly the same amount we will be offering him tomorrow to service Arthur." Sir smiled. "You're learning, Patrick. You have a glittering career in the Diplomatic Service when you're too old for this caper." Sir stood up - it was time for me to go. I reached out and shook his hand. "Thank you for being understanding." "No more secrets, eh?" I shook my head, "no, Sir." The opportunity thus opened up was too good to miss. "When we twelve first crossed the Atlantic you organised a treat for us. Can we do that again for this lot? It was the Bridge, and the engine room, and a nice meal." "I don't see why not. Will you see to it? Tell whoever you need to that you are acting on my instructions." "I will, thank you, Sir. Tomorrow night is our last at sea - that's not too short notice?" "No. Tell them it's what I want. It's not as if we did it that often." I escaped, details of the fictional client not having been sought. Now I had even more on my plate. It wasn't fair to ask Sam and Charlie, still very much the new boys, to get involved in Sir's - my - plan, so I set off to the Bridge first. Uniform neat, Patrick, cap straight, knock once and enter. There was Sam, who gave me a quick smile, with Will showing him a chart and pointing to an instrument. I hovered close by until Will reached a pause. "Yes, Patrick, what brings you to the Bridge. Not checking up on Sam, I hope?" Sam and I competed for the redder blush. "No, Sir. I'm here on Mr Corrigan's instruction to ask if the new bell boys and the two Bell Captains might have the pleasure of a visit to the Bridge tomorrow evening, as we all did two years ago." "What do you think, Sam, should we let these lads into our secrets?" "I think we might stretch to it just this once, Sir." "There's your answer, Patrick. Bring your bushy-tailed new boys to visit us by all means," said Will adding in a whisper, "I'm sure we'll all find it interesting." Ryan's reaction was much the same. "We'll do something nice in the Canteen at 2000 - I'll set Charlie onto it. It'll be good for him to get his teeth into a proper meal on his own. I'm assuming Corrigan has OK'd it?" I assured him that it was all above board. The Engine Room bit was going to be rather harder as I had no legitimate reason to be down there. Passengers never had messages for the sweaty types down there - well, none that a mere bell boy would be entrusted to carry. Phil's gang presumably had channels though. Otherwise how did a passenger who wanted rough get what he wanted? Not Phil, though - Larry. Larry was amused when I appeared. "Andrew's just come in from his break looking as though he's run a marathon," he said. I refrained from comment, contenting myself with merely saying, "my!" Larry gave me a very old-fashioned look. "What are you up to, Patrick?" "Me?" I said, all innocent, "maybe I'll tell you another day. What I need now ..." "Is a favour, I know." I grinned. "We know each other well, Larry, inside out, you might almost say. Remember the first crossing we made in 1936? Corrigan arranged it so that the bell boys got a nice meal, a tour of the Bridge and a trip into the very bowels of the ship to see the engines? Well, tomorrow night the new ones, Tim and I are having the same tour, but I can't ask the engine room. I imagine you have a way of contacting Francis. Can you get him to fix it for seven of us tomorrow at say 2100?" Larry smiled, "I don't see why not. If Francis gets to meet them I'm sure it won't be a waste of time. I take it Will will be showing them how to drive this thing?" "Yeah, pretty much." "Take it that your new boys will be paraded in the appropriate quarters then." "Thanks, Larry." "Who was Andrew fucking? You might as well tell me now that I've agreed to your plan." "A passenger, Larry, but don't let him know I told you." "I though he wasn't in your gang any more." "He isn't. Don't for God's sake let Corrigan know, but this one was a freebie." I was enjoying this. "Why, for heaven's sake? What are you playing at?" "You can't charge a boy of 13, Larry," and it was the best exit line ever. As I got to the door I turned and said, "look out for Alan too." I thought the elevators needed my attention by then. Passengers whose tastes were for 16-year-old flesh had had only Tim upon whom to feast their eyes. As I stepped into the next elevator George was in it. "Graham's been looking for you." I journeyed down with him and luckily found Graham in the main Lobby. I grabbed him. "Client, an hour ago, number 511, very keen," he whispered. "OK, thanks," and off I went, deserting the elevators again. Poor overworked Tim. 511 was interesting. He was middle-aged, like most of them. French, as I discovered when I saw his Passport. "I like your boy," he said. "Graham." "Yes. He has a very nice bottom. I squeezed it when the elevator was very full and I saw him smile, but he did not know who had touched him. When I did not dismount he smiled at me. I asked him to take me to the top deck, and we were alone. I squeezed his bottom again and he nodded. I wanted him to come to my stateroom so that I could play with him but he told me that someone would come to see me. That is you, Patrick?" I nodded and went through the usual procedure. As the next day would be our last full day at sea Gaston (the name he said I should use, although not the name in his Passport) was anxious that playtime would be that day, and since I was the only one with a paying client I saw no reason not to accommodate his needs. I thought quickly. Graham was due to fuck Micky ninth, which meant around 1300 or 1400. Give him a few hours to recover. "He could spend an hour with you at 1800 -" (I knew the French used the 24-hour clock, so I didn't have to translate) "- or later if you prefer." "1800 will be admirable," said Gaston, handing over $80 and a Passport where the word 'Gaston" did not appear (although I was, of course, far too professional to glance at it in his presence). I will return it to you after Dinner when he has returned. "I like to dine late," he said, "perhaps you would return it later." I knew I had an hour with Mario at 2100 - this double-booking was becoming troublesome. "I will be free to return it at 2230," I said, "but sadly not before. 2230 would, I was told, be ideal, "and perhaps a digestif with me?" What could I do but agree? Passengers would have to make do with Tim. It was time to check on Micky. When I got there Micky was lying on his back. "He's resting," explained Nigel. "Where is he up to?" "I've just fucked him, and I'm number five." So Andrew, Tim and Nigel had serviced the boy while I'd been away. I went over to the bed and sat down next to him. He smiled up at me. "Patrick, this is the best day of my life. I've been fucked five times - well, seven, but I'm not counting the ones in our cabin this morning. Andrew was wild." "Yes, so I heard." "What do you mean," he said, alarmed. "Don't worry, I hear a lot that no-one else hears. Like where there's a gorgeous 13-year-old with an arse like liquid poetry and freckles and a turned-up nose enough to launch fuck knows how many ships." "You're mad." I agreed. "Tell me, Micky, how many times have you come?" He held up one finger. "Andrew was on his back and he got me to squat over him and lower myself onto him. I've not had that very often, but it was great. Guess what?" "Just tell me." "When I squatted over him the amount of cum up me was too much and it all came out onto him." "Was he cross?" I said, knowing the likely answer. "Fuck no, but Tim, who'd already fucked me, and Nigel who was next, wanted to lick it up." "Who did?" "They did some game with their fingers and Tim won." Good for Tim, I thought, lucky bugger. God knows how many different loads of cum he'd have been sampling. "How did you come - you said it was only once?" "You said there were going to be four men fucking me, so I decided I would come with each of them. While I was sitting on Andrew with his cock up me I started wanking. I made sure that Tim left plenty on Andrew's belly to use as lube, and I just went at it while Andrew was fucking me. He got faster and faster and so did I. I was about ten seconds before him, and I think the sight of spunk flying out of my cock as far as his chin nearly was the final straw. Has he ever fucked you?" I nodded, "many times, Micky." "Then you'll know he blasts it really hard." I nodded again. "You like?" "I like. If all your men are that good I think this'll be the best day of my life." "I hope so, Micky - I think it'll be pretty good for us as well." I paused. "Are you OK to go on?" "Yeah. I need a piss though. Who's next? He's not here yet." "The next one, Micky, is Charlie, your second man," I said, bending close. "He's special, because he's my boyfriend. You'll love what he does, I promise." "What do you mean 'boyfriend'?" Oh dear, I thought. He may be old enough to be fucked silly by 11 teenagers, but he's only 13 and his understanding of emotions in the heart, as distinct from the cock, isn't functioning yet. Keep it simple, Patrick. "It's easy, Micky, I love him and he loves me. When he's finished fucking you, give him this from me." I kissed him gently on the lips. God! those freckles and that nose! "Micky, you said you needed a piss. If all you want is to piss then it's next door but one. If you want someone to play pissy games with you, tell me." Having been fucked for the last hour his drive was a lot higher than it had been in his stateroom when the idea of piss had been weird, but he still wasn't ready to experiment. "No, just show me. I'll be OK, I've pissed before." That was when Charlie came in bearing a small box. He was surprised to see me. "Just making sure he's OK for the big boys," I said, "oh, by the way, what's a digestif?" "No idea." "Ask Ryan, will you. I think it's something to eat. I am promised one in 511 at 2230 when I return his Passport." "You've got a busy day, what with Arthur. Micky, Mario and your digestif chum. I hope there's something left for me." "Always," I said, and kissed him, "Micky's got another of those for you." Micky had come back from his piss and had seen the kiss.. I left them to it. It was lunch time in the fuck factory. ============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 93 as Micky continues his marathon. 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. ===============================================================================