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Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys 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. fty/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 38 I decided that Sir had no need to know of my adventure with Gordon – after all, no money had changed hands. I didn’t need another shower, so I waited in the cabin for Charlie to get back. His client was at 1400 and it wasn’t until 1510 that he came in looking very full of himself. “That went well, from the look on your face,” I said. “Yes, very well. He was -” Charlie broke off as there was a quick knock on the cabin door and Alan put his head round. “Can I come in?” “Of course, what’s up?” I said. Alan explained that Sir had appeared at his elevator and beckoned him to follow. When they were out of earshot Sir had told him that a client had approached him wanting a boy. Sir had said ‘I’ve no idea how this passenger knew I was the person to speak to, but I imagine one of the other passengers you’ve visited must have told him. Anyway, that’s my problem. You are to go to his cabin – 539 – at 1600 and take Tim with you. He’s very insistent that it’s today, and since he’s paying well we have to oblige him.’ “I’ve no idea what the client wants, and Sir didn’t say it was anything unusual. I’ll go and find Tim.” “Yes, he and I each had two cums with Arthur, but that was over fours ago. Tim’ll be up for it again by now.” Alan went off to find him. “That was interesting,” said Charlie, “I wonder what the client’s urgency was.” “I can think of lots of things,” I said, “one of which is that his wife is busy doing something which will keep her out of the room for an hour or two.” Charlie’s eyes widened. “Do married men want to fuck boys?” I told him that I had no strong evidence that they did, or that they didn’t, but since wives and boys offered different attractions it wouldn’t surprise me. “After all, the holes are different, aren’t they?” Charlie thought that it might well be so. “There might be dozens of other reasons though,” I said. “Go on about your client,” I said, “why were you so pleased?” “He was really nice – nice to me, I mean, as well as nice to look at. He was about 30, very bronzed, dark curly hair, a big cock with no foreskin, lean and muscly. When I went in he was standing behind the door stark naked, which was a bit of a surprise. ‘Hello,’ he said, ‘I’m Jacques.’ I said I was Charlie and he couldn’t say it properly – he called me Sharlee. ‘You are a good-looking boy, Sharlee,’ says he, ‘take off your clothes and let me see you properly.’ ‘Mmm,’ he said when I was naked, ‘you have a nice cock,’ and he was on his knees in no time to have a closer look. When he’d had a good look he said he needed a taste to make sure I was as good to eat as I was to look at. I loved it when he sucked on my cock and I got close to coming very quickly. ‘I’ll shoot if you’re not careful,’ I said. He just kept on, and after, oh, I don’t know, half a minute maybe, I had a big cum in his mouth. It went on squirting and Jacques went on sucking and licking. My cock was really tender. It was nice though. He stood up and said my juice tasted very nice. ‘Where are you from, Sharlee?’ he said. I told him I came from Scotland and he said that Scottish boys’ juice tasted of heather. What a blether, I thought.” “What’s a blether, Charlie?” It wasn’t a word I’d come across. “Oh, blethering is talking foolishly in a jokey way. You don’t take a blether seriously.” It was good that I had things to learn from Charlie. I realized that much of the amorous conversations he and I had in bed were probably bletherings. “Go on, what happened then?” “He took me to the bed and gave me the same sort of treatment I gave you the other night, but nothing like as well, of course.” I said gravely that I was glad to hear it. “No, it only lasted about ten minutes, but he was very good and considerate. I was on fire again before he finished. My cock was like a pole. ‘I’m going to fuck you now, Sharlee,’ he said, and started to get me ready. I didn’t tell him my arse was already greased because I was enjoying what he was doing. He put a couple of fingers in and said, ‘ah! you are like a boyscout, all prepared.’ He said boyscout all one word – it sounded funny. I said that his fingers were nice but that I thought his cock would be much nicer. ‘Then, Sharlee, you shall find out,’ and he made me kneel on all fours. He got behind ataköy escort me and rubbed his cock in my crack. I loved the feeling and I wriggled about. ‘You like that, Sharlee,’ he said and without warning stuck his cock in hard as far as it would go. Luckily he was holding me firmly at the hips or I’d have shot off the bed. Then he fucked me really hard and really fast. It wasn’t anything like when you fuck me, Patrick, but it was exciting because it was so intense. I hope you don’t mind,” he said, looking a bit worried. I assured him that I didn’t mind at all. Getting fucked was what we found ourselves doing for a living, and it was surely better to enjoy one’s work than to have to endure it. “I’m glad you like it better with me, though, because that’s how I feel too. How long did he last?” “A lot longer than I expected,” said Charlie with a hint of awe, “he kept it up for several minutes, then he stopped and pulled out. I was really disappointed, but he said ‘turn over’ so I got on my back. He lifted my knees so I raised my arse and he put his cock in again. The feeling went from being empty to being filled up – it was lovely.” I grinned, being only too aware of what he was describing. “And?” “He started much more slowly and didn’t get really fast again until he was about to come. Then he hammered as hard as he could and tried to push his cock into my guts as it shot spunk into me. I’ve been fucked by six men now – four in the crew and two clients. Jacques was by far the best, but the crew weren’t far behind.” “And just think that two weeks ago you didn’t even dare wank. Charlie, you’ve come a long way.” He grinned. “That’s what I like doing, and it’s all your fault.” He hugged me. “I don’t know if I’ve told you this, Patrick, but … I do love you.” “You’re a blether,” I said and we spent a couple of minutes just kissing and being close. Charlie went off to shower and I went with him. I had to shower before my 1600. As I was in there Tim and Alan came in to prepare for their last-minute client. Andrew came in a couple of minutes later. It was the first time that four of us had clients at the same time. “It’s like Piccadilly Circus in here,” said Alan. “In more ways than one,” said Tim. “How do you know about that?” asked Alan. Tim replied loftily that he knew a great deal about such things, but I had no idea how he knew, or what he knew. “What’s special about Piccadilly Circus?” I asked. Tim said that it was a famous place for men to pick up boys in London, “Alan told me,” he said. “Have you been there, Alan?” asked Andrew. Alan nodded. This was something details of which we would drag out of him tonight. First however, Andrew, Tim and Alan, and I had to undergo the whims of sex-crazed clients. We all dried, greased and dressed ourselves. “Our meal times are all buggered,” I said, “why don’t the six of us all eat together after we get back. Charlie, will you tell Sam? Meet in here or in our cabin at 1730.” And off we went, ready for action. ***** My client was very unexciting. All he wanted was to fuck me, and he had no interest in me, or in my pleasure. He had no foreplay skills and almost as soon as I’d got my clothes off he had his cock up my arse. Luckily he didn’t last very long and I felt him cum, accompanied with a lot of panting and moaning. He was behind me and didn’t even bother reaching round and holding my cock, let alone wanking me. He popped out and just lay on his back. “I need to cum,” I said, “shall I shoot on your belly?” “Don’t you dare, you little slut. Just go.” In those circumstances you don’t argue, you just get dressed and leave. The punter had paid $75 for no more than 15 minutes of my time. He’d got his rocks off, but that was all. Easy money from my, or Sir’s, point of view. I wasn’t in the least bothered by his lack of interest in me, but I had time to hope that Charlie would not encounter such a selfish bastard, at least until he had a few more notches on his gun. With such a brief encounter I was out of the shower and in my elevator by 1630, and had an hour to pass until we all met to eat. The meal was a hoot. We decided we would describe our adventures rather than wait until we told Sir the next morning. Sam had had a good time being fucked by a slim energetic American of no more than 22 or 23. “He was great. He fucked me very slowly and gently for ages, then took his cock out and asked me to suck his balls. That was nice as they were as smooth as ours. He loved it too. His cock was leaking precum so I licked that up. I was getting very horny as he was stroking me and he could tell I was getting near. “Fuck me, Sam,” he whispered, “I know you want to.” So I did and it was like slipping into a fur glove. His arse was so warm and wet I could have crawled in and curled up and gone to sleep. merter escort As it was I pushed in as far as I could before starting to fuck him properly. He said I was the biggest he’d had, but I don’t believe him – I think he was just being nice to the boy he was paying for. Anyhow I was getting close and he said I was to pull out and cum on him. It’s tricky getting the timing right, but I think it was OK as I squirted onto his chest and face. I was a bit worried about the face bit, but he scooped it up in his hand and licked the whole lot up. He was as hard as hell and his cock was sticking up like a fucking clothes pole, so I lowered myself onto it. ‘Fuck me now’, I said, ‘I need to be fucked hard. I want you to fill my arse.’ He didn’t last long, but the heat of his cock as he pulsed into me was smashing. After we’d finished he gave me $25.” “You did well,” said Charlie, and he described his afternoon. I was pleased that the others told him he was doing well. Praise from me was fine, but praise from boys who were just friends and colleagues was in a way better, because they didn’t have to boost him. They did it because they liked him, and liked his being part of the team. I told them about my desultory 15 minutes. “At least you’re not shagged out for whatever you get up to tonight,” said Tim, ever looking on the bright side. Andrew’s client had been OK, but nothing special. He had fucked Andrew and had made sure that Andrew got off as well. “He sucked me off after he’d fucked me. It wasn’t as good as you guys, but at least he tried to make me happy.” It was interesting the clients were so variable in their behaviour. Most of them just wanted to fuck us – after all, smooth teenagers weren’t the easiest things to find, and once they’d got their orgasm over and done with their interest waned. On the other hand a few, and not all of them young, were much keener on making sure we got off as well. This would become the pattern over the months ahead: a few who were wonderful, a whole lot who were easily satisfied without costing us too much time, and a small number who were unpleasant. We had no more of the violence which Alan had suffered, thanks to Sir’s holding their passports, but a few were downright rude and nasty. And among all these were some whose needs were, to put it mildly, unusual. Tim and Alan had an unusual one that afternoon. When they got there the door was opened by a man of around 50. He said he was Jed, and his accent was American. He told them to strip off and get on the bed. They thought it was odd that he wasn’t getting his clothes off. While they were stripping another man came out of the bathroom and to Tim’s surprise it was Arthur. “Hello, Tim,” he said. “I was in the bar at lunch and I was telling Jeb about your fisting Patrick this morning. He said he’d like to see such a thing and I said I knew how to set it up. I told Jeb to go and see your man and that we needed a performance this afternoon.. And here you are. Jed and I just want to watch. You two do what you like.” Alan went on, “I wasn’t too sure about this, but Tim assured me that he had small hands and had done it hundreds of times before. As I was well greased up it should be easy. ‘It’ll hurt a bit as I put my knuckles in, but only for a few seconds. When I tell you, push like hell,’ he said. We got on the bed and Arthur and Jed made me scoot round so they could see the action. I was on my back with my knees pulled up as far as I could – my arse was completely exposed.” “It was lovely,” added Tim, “just how I like it.” “I was glad we’d all been shaved yesterday as my crack must have looked so innocent. Anyway, Tim got me good and hot – you’re a lucky bastard, Sam -” (Sam blushed, but his smile indicated that he knew it) “- and soon he had three fingers well up inside me. ‘Tell me if you get close, because I’ll stop and let you calm down,’ he said. I nodded. He rotated his fingers and got my prostate excited. ‘I’m going in now,’ he said, and took his fingers out to make a pointed fist. When he got to the knuckles he rotated a bit more and said ‘push hard’ and in it went. It hurt like buggery and I cried out, but the pain didn’t last more than a few seconds, just as he’d promised. Tim kept his hand still till I got used to it – it’s a weird feeling, but after a moment it’s really great to have something that big filling the whole of your arse. ‘I’m going further in,’ he said, ‘frown when it’s far enough – they won’t see.’ I felt his fist squeezing further into me. Sam fucked me the other day and that’s the furthest anything’s been up my arse until today. When I frowned Tim’s elbow was only about three inches outside me.” We were all impressed by his willingness to be fisted for the first time in public, as it were. I knew Tim was a brilliant fister, bahçeşehir escort and that Alan couldn’t have had a gentler introduction to it, but even so it was an achievement to take as much of Tim’s arm as he had. “What did Jed and Arthur do?” asked Andrew. “They clapped when they saw how far in I’d got,” said Tim, “but we wanted to give them more. I mouthed ‘wank’ to Alan and he nodded, so I used my left hand to do the needful. I pulled my right arm back so that the knuckles were still up his arse, but only just, and rotated them. You know what that does to your prostate, and what with my left hand giving his cock a good seeing-to it was under a minute before the inevitable. Tell them, Alan.” “I don’t think I’ve ever shot as hard as I did. The feeling was intense and my cock must have fired half a dozen big squirts. Jeb will be sleeping in a damp bed, because the first three went over my head.” “The rest landed on his face,” said Tim, and you can guess what happened next.” “Arthur?” I said. “He was there almost before my cock had stopped squirting, licking it off my face. That man can’t get enough.” “He’ll be getting more tomorrow morning,” I said, “and Sir will tell us, but you might as well know that all six of us will be visiting him to do what I did yesterday, and Tim and I did this morning. How did you like being fisted then?” “It was fantastic, but I don’t think I could take hands larger than Tim’s.” “How lucky you all are to have sexy young boys like us with inventive brains and small hands,” said the younger Mulloy twin. “Nice arses too,” added – of all people – Charlie. After we’d eaten it was still only 1820 or so, and it was an hour and a half before we could call it a day. Six happy bell boys manned their elevators. There was buzz among some of the passengers that we were making high speed across, and I heard two of them wondering whether this was to be the Blue Riband crossing. The gossip was spreading. I wondered what Sir had up his sleeve for us by way of celebration: what had he said yesterday morning? ‘ I plan to have something special for you on the last night.’ When we finished at 1945 we all met in Cabin 3 for a change. No-one had had an approach since the meal, which meant that, unusually, there would be nothing with passengers apart from the morning’s fun with Arthur. I guessed that Sam had been hoping for another session with Leroy, but no approach had been made. I reminded them all about what Sir had said. “What do you think it might be?” I asked. “He said it wasn’t the same tour we had last time,” said Alan, “so what else could he lay on?” No-one had any idea. Someone suggested a really good meal. like the one we’d had before the maiden voyage. Someone else thought it might be an overnight session with a client, but it was pointed out that such a treat couldn’t be shared by all six of us. “Well, we’ll find out soon enough,” said Andrew, “after we’ve told him all about today’s sordid adventures.” He turned to Alan. “I’ve been meaning to ask you – you told ne that you and he had been doing it for a long time before you joined Queen Mary.” Alan nodded. “Is he still doing it with you, on the ship, I mean?” “No, and I don’t know why. Don’t get me wrong – I don’t miss it at all. Before Queen Mary sucking him off and being fucked and sucked by him was fine – it was all I knew – but my eyes have been opened by you lot, and by what’s happened on the ship.” “Not just your eyes,” said Tim, “but I feel the same. Father Corrigan’s idea of sex seems pretty unadventurous now.” Alan said that he wondered where Sir was getting his thrills now. “All he’s done, as far as any of us can tell, is suck off each of us once or twice, and that’s it. Not much in over two weeks.” Six lusty teenagers fell to thinking how awful such a restricted sexual diet must have been. We spent another half an hour in desultory talk until Sam yawned and said he was ready to move. Tim and Charlie and I got up to go as well, leaving Alan and Andrew to do whatever the did when they were alone. When we got next door Tim pulled out two bottles of wine from the cupboard. “Where did you get those?” I asked. “Don’t think you’re the only one Ryan fancies,” he said, “I went and asked him last night.” It was Charlie who noticed what was needed. “If we’ve got wine, shouldn’t the other two be here as well? I know the four of us are planning something special, but an hour with them won’t do any harm surely?” “You’re right, Charlie,” said Sam, “I wasn’t thinking,” and he went back next door to invite them to the party. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 39 as we get nearer still to New York – will the Blue Riband be ours? What will Sir’s secret excitement be? The story is, of course, fiction, but the photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing a few months ago, and the boy I describe as “me” is really cute. I’m sure he had adventures … Drop me a line at net – that is after you’ve dropped a few quid. ===============================================================================

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