Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2018 08:41:42 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 99 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 99 It was clear that this was something which Jack hadn't explored with Robin. If I was to find out more about them this was the ideal time. It was approaching midnight; the canteen would be closed, so the opportunity to have a quiet talk with Jack in a non-sexual environment wasn't there. If we went back to the cabin there would be plenty of us wanting to play. I whispered to Jack to stay while the rest of them showered the evidence of the entertainment away and set off for bed. Luckily they got the message that I was up to something, so none of them hung around. Cheery 'good nights' were exchanged along with the expectation that Jack would come again. When they'd gone I said "we ought to talk, but not here. Will you come up topsides for 10 minutes?" He nodded, "gladly, Patrick." When we got there the night was mild. We were well out beyond the Channel and the gentle swell was soothing. "Are you and Robin boyfriends?" "No, no; we've been on the same ship for 18 months and we both worked out that we were made the same way pretty quickly. We fuck each other, but we're not a couple, if that's what you mean. We worked out that we get a lot more sex if we go about as a pair though. When we applied for a posting to Queen Mary it was because we thought there would be a lot more opportunity than on a little ship." "You were right about that." I paused. "How much do you know about me - about us?" Jack was taken aback by this. "All I know is what Ryan and Charlie told us: that you are Charlie's boyfriend and that you and the rest of the bell boys like sex with young guys like us. As far as I could tell just now I got that right." He laughed. "Is there more I should know?" I had to think fast. "No, I was just curious." The two of them had joined only 2 weeks earlier: this was only their third crossing. It was too early to let them know about Sir's enterprise, particularly as Jack had only said that he and Robin were interested in sex with boys. If he'd said 'men' then a hint could be dropped - but not by me - that an opportunity to earn money as members of Phil's operation might present itself. But right now was definitely not the time. "We like sex with guys like you too," I said, "and there will be a lot more, I promise you." I paused a few seconds. "Apart from Robin, do you get it on with other men?" "You ask a lot of questions, Patrick. Anyone would think you were a cop." I grinned, "no, just a nosy 16-year-old." "Well, to satisfy your curiosity: no, Robin and I haven't been on Queen Mary long enough to try anything on with any other men." "Do you want to?" "Are you offering to introduce us to all the crew who want to fuck two sexy new galley staff?" "If you like, yes," I said, "I've been on this ship long enough to know who's interested - men and boys - and who isn't. Come to that, Charlie does too. And Ryan - but you've worked that out already. You and Robin are welcome new guys to come and fuck around with us boys, and you're joining quite a big group." I sensed that this conversation was in danger of getting too heavy, so I tried to lighten it. "What I'm really saying is that there are crew men who want to fuck us, and crew men who want to fuck men. And there's a good few who don't mind what age they're playing with. You're in the right place." Jack laughed. "I get the picture. Well, if it helps, I'm certainly in the 'both' camp and I'm 99% sure Robin is as well. Given a man of 25 and a boy of 15, though, there's no doubt we'd both prefer the boy." We were completely alone up there, so I turned and kissed his lips. His response was such that we remained like that for many seconds. When we broke apart I said that Charlie would be the go-between as far as arranging any visits. I didn't say anything about what we got up to with passengers. I didn't know him well enough for that. When I got back to the cabin Charlie was waiting for me. I explained what I'd found out and that he would be the fixer for future visits from Jack or Robin. "Did you tell him about Sir's enterprise?" "No. I didn't think it was right to spread the news until I knew we could trust them. Ryan is the best person to know when that would be sensible. Will you tell him that?" Charlie nodded. "Where would we all be without Mulloy brains?" "The same place I'd be without you," I said, "all at sea." The pair in the other bed - Nigel and Javid again on this occasion, so perhaps Graham was coming to terms with being on his own - were asleep, arms round each other. "Look what you've done," whispered Charlie. "Me? What have I done?" "Recruited the two of them, idiot. Without you and Tim they might never have met." I hadn't seen myself in the role of a fat little cherub with a bow and arrow. ***** Days passed. All five of the 15-year-olds had an approach the next morning and I was kept busy making the necessary arrangements. Tim had an approach during the afternoon from someone who was sure he had made a suggestion some time earlier. "Perhaps you spoke to my twin brother?" he said. That led quickly to a double booking which I was pleased to make for later that day. I didn't usually like making same-day bookings, but something told me that a client who was happy to pay double for twins might be a productive lode to mine. Charlie secured the services of Robin that night as nobody had an overnight client, and the lucky ones to enjoy the full benefits of his company were George, Javid and Alan. With any luck when he got back to compare notes with Jack they would begin to have a picture of the varied delights we could offer. The following night, with Jack expected, I'd have to remember to line Nigel and Sam up to go in to bat. We reported on all these activities to Sir. He was interested to hear about Jack and Robin, and agreed that it was not our business to inform them about our other activities. "Leave that for the time being," he said, "if they are likely to be useful recruits for Phil then there's no great hurry." Graham's client wanted an overnight with him, as did Vincent's. The twosome Tim and I had was sufficiently pleasing to the client - Basil, a man of about 50 - for him to seek further adventures with us, and a date was made for the following afternoon. It was just as well that neither Tim nor I was lined up for Jack - Robin would pleasure us, along with Andrew, the evening after. ***** Tim and I were looking forward to our second session with Basil. He had said he'd reverse everything he did earlier, so I would be getting the treatment Tim had had, and vice versa. This was a new idea, and one we liked. At 1430 we went for a shower. Basil had no interest in piss, so we left the showers with empty bladders but filled - well, greased - arses. They would be properly filled soon enough. At 1500 we presented ourselves at 525. At 1501 we were naked, as was Basil. Like us, he was completely hairless below the neck. I'd remarked favourably about this on our earlier meeting, saying (as Tim rimmed him) how much nicer it was not to have to wade through jungle to get to the important bits. Basil had said "oh, I do so agree with you. I've keep myself nice and smooth for donkey's years, ever since a nice boy in Cairo said much the same as you did. I was 23 then, and all hairy. When I saw him again two days later I'd found a friendly barber who took it all off." I had been curious: how had Basil broached the subject to a barber of having his more intimate bits dealt with. "Oh easy. I just waited until he was shaving me and put my hand - under the cloth - onto his cock. I waited until the razor was being wiped - I didn't want him to jump and cut my throat - and he smiled. When I was done I gave him a big tip and said I had more intimate needs, and would he see to them. It was agreed that I would present myself at closing time - the ludicrous hour of 10 pm - and all would be done then. It cost me another big tip, but it brought the unexpected delight that Ali insisted on checking his work. As this involved licking all the newly-shaved parts the inspection took rather longer than expected, and it was so late by the time that Ali was satisfied (as was I, I have to tell you) that I spent the night with Ali in the back room. I've kept myself smooth ever since." As we were to exchange duties it was my turn to rim Basil. He knelt on the bed and I got down to it. While it wasn't jungly it was still much less of a joy to spent time down there as it would have been with one of my fellow bell boys. It's a sad fact of life, and one with which any half-decent whore is only too well aware, that arses show signs of age even faster than other, more visible, bits. Maybe because aging queers see their faces every day they spend time and effort in disguising the ravages of time. Arseholes receive no such routine inspection, except by people like me - and people like me are professionally barred from offering comment beyond the banal 'that's nice' or something similar. Basil's arsehole had played host to innumerable visitors over the years, and it showed. Doubtless Charlie's and mine would do the same, but at least each of us had a 'mirror' who would point out the need for a little attention. All these thoughts passed through my mind as my tongue gave Basil the erotic stimulus he needed. Meanwhile it was Tim who was stationed kneeling at the other end of Basil, having (I hoped) as good a cock-sucking as I had had two days earlier. It's odd how two men (or boys, come to that), both equipped with two lips pretty much the same, and a tongue also much like the next one, can deliver oral sex so very differently. Maybe it's the brain attached to these organs which is driving the difference. Basil had made it clear that Tim wasn't to come, and the arrangement was that if orgasm was felt to be getting close he would lean back. Two days earlier when I leant back my orgasm was far from imminent, but I knew Basil was only paying for an hour, and we had to get on with it. Tim did the same, and I stopped rimming. The more rewarding part of the session was about to start. The main thing about Basil was his cock. We were accustomed to Sam's - now 9 inches when hard, a whole inch more than it had been two years earlier, to his and Tim's delight (and the rest of us, it has to be admitted) - and some of the men we partied with, but Basil had the longest cock either of us had seen - fully 11 inches. We hadn't measured it that first time, of course, but had marvelled, as good whores do, and Tim had put his outstretched hand against it, the tip of his finger at the tip of Basil's cock (foreskin retracted, of course: a proper measurement can't include foreskin) and I made a mark with my fingernail where the root of Basil's mighty cock seemed to be. Back in the cabin it was found to be 11 inches from Tim's middle finger tip. He bore the small scar proudly, showing it to the rest of us in the canteen. It was my turn to have these 11 inches up my arse. I'd had 10 on half a dozen occasions in the last couple of years, so I was really looking forward to this. I wanted to be on my back, and Tim had persuaded Basil that everything would be a lot sexier if we could see the guy who was fucking us, so that was how it had been two days earlier. I got in place. Basil knew we were greased, and he wasn't much interested in our delightful arses per se, but only in getting in them, so entry took place without further ado. But what an entry! The first three inches or so went in quickly. The Mulloy being fucked smiled happily, "mmm, that's so hot, Basil," and hoped that it would proceed as it had up his twin two days earlier. I'm happy to report that it did, even more slowly if possible. The other 8 inches were inserted so gradually that movement couldn't be detected. I reckon it took at least five minutes before he was right in. If you've never been fucked that slowly - never mind the size of the thing - then you have missed one of the queer world's treats. (Charlie and I tried it a few nights later, and we found it virtually impossible not to rush the last inch or two. We finally got it right, of course, but it took a lot of practice.) Once in Basil bent forward a little and I reached up. He put his arms round me and squeezed gently. "Ready, Patrick?" I nodded. "Yes, Basil, I can feel it right up. Fuck me now, fill me up." Each outward stroke was fast; he left his cockhead in, but only just; each inward stroke was less so, taking maybe 30 seconds. I'd not been fucked quite like this before, and it did wonders for my insides. My prostate was rubbed the whole time and the last inch reached unaccustomed territory - always exciting. Basil kept this up for several minutes during which I came once, gloriously fountaining up four or five good arcs of spunk onto my belly. Basil grinned, "I feel you squeezing my cock, Patrick, and your cum looks so tasty," and he started to accelerate. Even that was gradual though, and he kept accelerating for three or four minutes until he panted, "nearly," and after two more fast and deep thrusts he pushed in so far that all I could see was his head. (I exaggerate, but only a little.) I felt the hot pulsing of his spunk deeper in me than I'd ever felt before - a feeling never forgotten. I've been fucked that deep many times since, but the first time is memorable, isn't it? Basil now required Tim to fuck him, so he pulled out and got on his back next to me. I stayed where I was - this was how it had been arranged the first time - my cum still pooled on my belly. Tim put his cock in and, as instructed, fucked hard and fast: Basil didn't expect the same long slow treatment he'd dished out. "Nearly," cried Tim and, as instructed, he whipped it out and came onto Basil - six lines! That was the signal for a repetition of the deed which had startled Basil so much two days earlier that he had immediately said he wanted a replay. Tim and I merely did what we'd done so often: he licked my clean while I attended to what he had left on Basil. Naturally while I was there I also attended to Basil's cock. Two days ago Basil had almost had a heart attack at this, but he was of a strong constitution, and was clearly keen to run the risk again. We dressed and made our exit, $50 richer. ***** More approaches were made as we sailed steadily west: by lunchtime on the last full day there had been four overnights and a total of 20 single hours spent with seven bell boys. Sir had enjoyed hearing all the details and was pleased at so much business. That night we had asked Charlie to get both Jack and Robin down for a session with as many of us as they could manage. In fact there was less fucking that you might imagine and a lot more talking. After all, the whole world stretched out before us. The two of them fucked Tim and me, side by side like some circus double act. Then George and Vincent sucked them clean while Nigel and Javid saw to the Mulloy orgasms. Alan and Andrew spit-roasted Graham. Charlie and Sam sprawled in a corner watching all this activity. When all the sex had finished Jack said that he and Robin wanted to talk about things. Ryan had told them that there was more to the group of bell boys than met the eye. Jack said, "he told me specifically to say to you, Patrick, that he trusted us enough to be told what was what. What did he mean?" I thought quickly. "Before I tell you, let me ask each of you a question. Are you interested in having sex with men as well as with boys? By 'men' I don't mean guys your age, but men old enough to be your father." They exchanged a look and Robin nodded. "Yeah, tell him," he said. Jack explained that Ryan had told them about Phil and Larry, and that the opportunities for good-looking queer guys of their age who were prepared to fuck passengers were enormous. "We talked about it, and decided to talk to Larry to find out more. Ryan had said he was the one to approach. He came to our cabin that evening and explained it all to us. We jumped at the idea, and he said he'd talk to Phil and sort it out. He hasn't been back yet." I said I wasn't sure how Phil worked things, but the As would possibly know. Alan said that as he and Andrew had been part of Sir's group their entry to Phil's group had been automatic: neither of them knew how other men were recruited. "What do you mean, 'Sir's group'?" asked Robin. Alan blushed. "Sorry, I didn't realise, Patrick." I told him not to worry. "I said I had to ask you a question first. You've answered it, so I can tell you what Sir's group means. There is a group of boys who are available for sex with passengers, and you're sitting right in the middle of it. There were originally six of us, but the ones who're now 18 are too old for the boy-lovers to be interested. Alan and Andrew moved into Phil's group. Sam and Charlie haven't yet because they want to wait until Tim and I are 18, then all four of us will move. We're not 17 until November, so there's still a long time to go. The other five - all of them 15 - joined Queen Mary at the same time you did. There were six, but one of them disappeared in New York. Sir - Mr Corrigan - and I have talked to the police in Southampton but there's little anybody can do to find him." I saw Graham looking on the verge of tears so I quickly changed the subject. "If you two are hoping to join Phil's gang then you must come to our midsummer orgy." Javid said, "you've mentioned that before, but you've never told us what happens. Isn't it time you did?" I sighed: it was really too early, but I didn't have much option, having mentioned the damn thing myself. "Every now and again we meet up with some of Phil's group and one or two other crew members - Ryan, for instance - in the Pool area long after it closes for the night. Food and drink are provided, clothes are shed, boys are fucked - you can work it out. All manner of delights are catered for." "He means there's pissing," put in Tim helpfully, "but it isn't compulsory." I went on to say that the idea of an orgy at midsummer was still only an idea in my head, but it seemed a good time to have one. "Who fixes it all up?" said Jack. I explained that it wasn't quite that formal: if Phil agreed then he and I would make sure that what was needed would be provided, and who needed to know would be told. "There's seven bell boys, four ex-bell boys, and about six or eight men - that's counting you two. It's not up to anyone here to invite you - that will depend on Phil and Larry - but if they want you to join their group I can't think you'd be excluded." And that was that. They went away, full of information and a fair amount on teen spunk. The rest of us digested what we'd learned (a modest amount of man spunk for George and Vincent, and details of the midsummerfest for the five newcomers) and gradually the began to drift away. Poor Graham never seemed to know where he would be welcome - none of us had ever suggested he might be a gooseberry, but inevitably the thought was always in his mind. On the six nights we'd been at sea on this crossing he'd been two nights in each cabin. Tonight the As grabbed him. "We want more of what we did a couple of nights ago," said Andrew. I didn't know what this had been - nor did any of Cabins 1 or 2, but I was glad that Graham was being included in whatever sinfulness had taken place. When it was just Charlie, Nigel and Javid left Nigel said he was really grateful to the As. "They've gone out of their way to cheer him up, and he's told me how much that's meant to him." ***** There was a bit less excitement arriving in New York on the second occasion than there had been on the first, but the boys were still abuzz. They had all gone out on deck at around 0600 to see the skyline, and by the time we had breakfast at 0730 they had seen enough. I reminded them about the different routine on port days, and that I wanted them all at the Purser's Office at 1300. "Be in the elevators now until 1030, then you're free until grub at 1230, then it's full-on hard work while we get the new lot safely installed." Five eager faces looked back; what a bloody shame there weren't six. =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 100 as New York brings a surprise. 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. ===============================================================================