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Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 67 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 =============================================================================== Sorry about the “Peter” in the last chapter. What with I(3) being Patrick and I(2) being Peter an old man gets confused sometimes. Must have it out with the proof-reader. =============================================================================== Chapter 67 The four of us watched as the other four men fucked the other four bell boys, one after another. It was different being part of the audience, unable to take part. It was instructive to observe how differently the four of them did it – getting their boy ready, and then the actual fucking. Everybody seemed happy though, doubtless because of the useful amount of alcohol that had been drunk. Drunk, but not yet pissed. I whispered to Larry that as he and Francis hadn’t fucked us yet it might be fun to adjourn to the pool where activities of a wetter nature might take place. “Will can join us, but the other three aren’t into piss. What about it, Larry? You loved it in Ashokan.” Francis had heard most of this, and he said he was all for a move. Larry whispered “OK,” and beckoned Will over. “Patrick has suggested a move to the pool where – as he put it – wetter things could happen.” “Fine by me,” said Will, “who else will join us?” “All six of us, and you three,” I said, “Phil and Ryan aren’t interested in piss, but I don’t know about Gus.” The four of us stood up and Will told the rest of them what was planned. “I thought that might happen,” said Phil, “and I’m fine with it. I won’t join you.” Tim and I, still in our pouches but with erections straining at the suede, went to thank him for the party. “It was great,” I said, “that’s the best 15th birthday anyone’s ever had.” Phil ruffled my hair and cuddled me. “You’re worth it, both of you. Now go and get pissed on – I know that’s the icing on the cake,” and our butt-plug-filled arses were given a light smack to send us on our way. Larry explained to Gus what was planned, but he said it wasn’t something he fancied. “I’ll stay and help Phil get this place back to rights,” he said, “there’s no need for you boys to help – we’ll be far quicker without you. I enjoyed the fuck, Alan.” Alan said that he had enjoyed it too, and that started a round of thanking and cuddling. “Go on, bugger off, you lot,” said Phil, “we have work to do.” As we left Larry produced a crate. “Carry this for me, Charlie.” It contained a dozen bottles of beer. When we got to the shower room (clad temporarily in our uniforms for the quick journey down from Deck 9) Larry quickly rigged up the sling. Charlie passed the beer round, each of us taking a bottle and drinking it fairly quickly. That would mean we could piss soon, and again maybe 15 or 20 minutes later. A second bottle was ready in case it might be needed. “There are three of you and six of us,” I said. “We should have a boy in the sling, another boy on the floor underneath to catch the drips, and a man up the first boy pissfucking. Then we can swop the two boys over for the second piss.” “That’s exactly the kind of depraved idea which would never occur to a mere 14-year-old,” said Will, “I like the more mature approach you have, Patrick. I choose to have you in the sling, and I suppose that means Charlie’s on the floor. Now get in the sling because I need to piss.” “No, I said, “I love the idea but I’m not ready yet. It’ll be far better if you can’t hold the piss in a moment longer when you finally put your cock in me. Someone else had to go first.” Francis said that he was desperate. Tim was about to get in the sling, but Sam pointed out that Francis would have to negotiate the butt plug, and that meant that Tim was going on the floor. Tim seemed decidedly unhappy about this, but Sam reminded him that their positions would be exchanged and that Francis’s second fuck would certainly last longer. Tim nodded and got down on the floor. He positioned himself in an X-shape with his pouch and its precious contents directly under where Sam’s arse would be. Sam got in to the sling and settled himself. Francis got into Sam and settled himself. The two of them exchanged a look – a nod – and Francis relaxed. Sam’s face gradually changed as he felt the hot liquid stream from Francis’s cock and swell his insides. “Oh, God, that’s hot,” moaned Sam, “I’ve missed the sling. Fill me up, Francis.” Francis went on pissing and a second or two later Sam’s arse could hold no more and piss started to pour out of ataköy escort him, cascading down onto Tim’s belly. As the piss continued to drain onto him Tim used both hands to spread it over his chest, arms and legs until he was completely wet from his neck downwards. All three of them sighed deeply. Francis leant forward and said to Sam, “if I fuck you now I won’t be able to fuck birthday boy. Do you mind? We can do this any time.” Sam nodded: birthday boy was the boy he loved, and today he would happily take a back seat. Francis withdrew, allowing a great deal more piss to fall onto Tim. Tim stood up, dripping. “That was great,” he said, “I’ve not had that before; maybe I was too young. Francis, thanks for not fucking Sam, I’ll make it up to you. How about I let you fuck me in half an hour when the two bottles of beer you’re about to drink have worked through?” Francis smiled and kissed Tim. “OK, big boy.” It was Larry’s turn. Alan got in the sling and Andrew lay on the floor. This time Larry stopped when his bladder was half empty and the As swopped over. When he’d emptied his bladder Larry fucked Andrew hard and fast. Alan had got up when the fucking started, and stood behind Andrew’s head. As Larry fucked furiously Alan started to piss on his boyfriend, who immediately started to piss on himself. We four boys whooped – a American habit we had picked up and found useful at times like that – while Will and Francis laughed. Larry was not put off his stride by noises from his audience, and Andrew felt spunk shooting into him while he was still pissing. He described the feeling afterwards as being unlike anything he’d felt before, “and I’ve been spunked in plenty of times on this ship.” It was our turn. Charlie got in the sling and Will readied himself. “OK down there?” I assented. Will slowly pushed his cock into Charlie, who groaned happily. I love it when Charlie groans – it’s almost like being inside his head. Will pissed, and 20 seconds later I felt the first of it flowing out of Charlie and down onto me. I don’t know why warm piss pouring onto your body is so much sexier than warm water out of a jug, but like so much of what we did it was all about context. Piss has come out a guy’s cock, and that makes it fun; if it’s come out of your boyfriend’s arse on its way it makes it even better. Either way I felt my cock about a foot long, threatening to rip my nice new suede pouch to shreds. Eventually Will’s piss stopped and he pulled out. “I feel the same as Francis,” he said, “and I can’t fuck both of you.” I got up and pointedly gave him two bottles of beer. Alan and Andrew said that they had had enough for the night. Andrew was still high from the fucking from Larry and they both needed time on their own, in their own bed. Before they left each of them kissed Tim and me. “Happy birthday, you two,” said Alan, “we’ve had a lot of fun, haven’t we.” I didn’t know whether he meant that night, or since we three had been the founder members of Sir’s gang. Francis and Tim, and Will and I, were waiting for the beer to signal the next performance. Charlie and Sam lay back, relaxed knowing that they would have no part to play in the dreadful acts about to be perpetrated on (and in) their boyfriends. No, dammit, their lovers. Larry, who was going to have to clean up, sat back to enjoy what was about to happen. As a relative latecomer to golden showers he was still amazed at some of what went on. Tim guessed that Francis would feel unstoppable bladder pressure first, as he had had the beer before Will. He slipped down and knelt between Francis’s legs, lifting his large, still soft, cock up and licking along the pronounced urethra to the tip. “Oh God, Tim, you know how to get an old man going,” said Francis happily, his cock rising under Tim’s ministrations. Tim carried on pleasing his old man, occasionally allowing his mouth to stray as far as Francis’s cock head. “Come on then, it’s time to give you your birthday treat,” said Francis, feigning regret, “get up in the sling.” Off came the pouch and out came the butt plug. I was lying in Will’s lap, and he put his arms round me. “This’ll be us soon,” he whispered. “No it won’t, ” I said, “you’re much better than Francis is, and I’m much hotter up the arse than Tim.” He laughed, “you’re never stuck for an answer, are you.” We watched Francis slowly smear his cock head over Tim’s arsehole; we watched the invisible magic elves which lived up Tim’s arse stretch out their invisible magic fingers and grasp Francis’s cock to draw it deep into their lair; we watched the joy on Tim’s face as he felt Francis enter him, press further in, reach its limit, start to piss … go on pissing … go on pissing; the piss start to seep from Tim’s arse; the piss flood from Tim’s arse; Francis starting to fuck … slowly, slowly … \faster … faster; Francis plunging even deeper into Tim as he came … and came … and came; Tim’s cock pulsing onto his merter escort belly; Francis collapsing onto Tim’s spunky belly; Tim caressing Francis’s head as it lay in a pool of spunk; Francis slipping out; spunk and piss gushing onto the floor. “You still reckon we could beat that?” said Will. “Sure.” Francis helped Tim out of the sling, and I took his place. Off came the pouch and out came the butt plug. The leather was warm and wet; I wriggled my arse happily before putting my ankles into the stirrups. My arse was how I liked it – wide open to all comers. “Time for the officers,” I said. Will laughed. “One day you’ll be glad you had an officer up there, Patrick.” Very soon Will was up there. I like being fucked by Will – he was bloody good at it for starters, but (apart from Charlie and Tim) he was the only person who fucked me for whom I felt anything emotionally. I don’t know why I felt like that, particularly since all the reasons why I might feel gratitude to him still lay in the future; don’t ask me to explain, but maybe I had a premonition that Will was going to be more important to me – to all of us – than just another fuck, however satisfying at the time. I didn’t waste time with any of these thoughts at the time, of course, because it was Will fucking me – or rather, it was Will who was very slowly emptying his bladder into me. I don’t know how he did it, but whereas Francis and most piss-fuckers just let go, Will allowed it to dribble slowly. The effect of very gradually increasing pressure in your arse from being pissed in like that has to be experienced – it’s unlike anything else. I just relaxed and enjoyed every millisecond, especially the one where my arse muscles finally lost the battle to keep it all in. “Ah fuck!” was all I could say as the piss flew out of me onto Will’s belly and down his legs. He dribbled on for another minute and my arse dribbled in sympathy. Tim and Charlie applauded loudly. Larry indicated that he would be glad to receive lessons from Will in managing the flow as carefully. Francis said nothing. Then Will stopped pissing, and fucked me deliciously. He knew my preference for where guys fucking me come, so he whipped out at the last minute and sprayed his spunk onto me. Then I pissed and when I’d finished Charlie came over and put his lips on my wet cock. With it in his mouth he gave me the few – the very few – strokes needed for me to fill his mouth with what he craved. When he’d swallowed he kissed me. “Happy birthday, love.” ***** When Monday arrived and midday came life quickly got back to where it had been before the storm. Elevator boys smiled at passengers; some passengers spoke confidentially to elevator boys; Sir had occasion to meet passengers; we elevator boys met passengers, often exchanging bodily fluids as a result; money changed hands. It was as though Ashokan had never happened. The only change of any importance as far as I was concerned was that about a year later, when I was almost 16, Sir delegated some of the pre-fuck arrangements to me as a routine task. I was nervous at first, but I quickly worked out that the clients were generally more cautious about discussing their requirements that I was about hearing them, and setting a price and any conditions which might be imposed. A few were unhappy about giving me their passports, but when I explained why and said that it was ‘no passport, no boy” they fell into line. I never had any problem, and, although I wasn’t aware of it at the time, I was honing my negotiating skills for adult life. ***** One spring day in 1938 when we were about two days out from Southampton on an eastbound voyage I knocked at 0915 as usual. “Come.” The six of us filed in, finding to our surprise Phil and Will there as well. What was up, I wondered. Sir made us all sit down. “I have something to tell you all,” he said. “You may not like all of it, but please hear me out. When I’ve finished you can ask all the questions you want.” This sounded ominous. “I’ve discussed this with Will and Phil, and they agree with what I’m about to tell you. As you’ve noticed there have been far fewer passengers showing an interest in sex with you in the last few voyages. Last trip there were only 15 and this time only 9 so far. A year ago we were having 30 or more. We are convinced that this is simply that most of you are no longer boys, and that passengers who want boys aren’t finding any the right age. No, don’t interrupt, Alan. I know you’re the founder member, but be patient. It’s not that any of you aren’t attractive, or good at what you do. It’s simply that you aren’t 15 or 16 any more, and you don’t look as though you are. You all know that Phil runs a similar operation for passengers who want sex with men, rather than boys. It’s a different operation, because unlike boys, men come in different shapes and sizes. Some passengers want the burly type – men like Frances who have strong muscles – while bahçeşehir escort others want slim men. Slim fit men like you, Alan, and Andrew. Phil wants to transfer you to his group. You can operate as a couple if you want – I’m sure there will be passengers who like the idea of a couple of slim 18-year-olds. What do you think?” Alan and Andrew didn’t need long. Alan said, “we knew something like this would happen one day, so it’s not a shock. We both like what we do, and we like the money. If Phil’s happy that we can fit in, then we’re happy too.” “Both of you?” They both nodded. “Good,” said Sir, “now, about Charlie and Sam. This is trickier because whereas you two are like Alan and Andrew, Tim and Patrick are still very much in the boy market. All but one of the bookings this trip have been for one of them. I would like you to move over to Phil’s group, but I want Tim and Patrick to stay here. Will the four of you talk about it and let me know tomorrow. It’s important that you’re all happy with what is decided. All this will change from when we leave Southampton in two weeks time – until then you’re all still bell boys.” We all left Sir’s office in a sober mood. As Alan had said, this was something we’d all be aware of, but it was still uncomfortable to have to face it. The As were going to remain together, but what about the rest of us? We four agreed to talk in our cabin that evening. The following morning the six of us went in at 0915, and there was only Sir as usual. Charlie was the spokesman. “We’ve talked about it, and this is what we’ve agreed. I hope it will be possible. Tim and Patrick want to go on as they are, but they see a problem with only two elevator boys. Sam and I don’t want to join Phil’s group until Tim and Patrick are old enough, if they decide whenever that is. I would like to transfer full time to the galley. I’ve learned a lot under Ryan’s instruction, and I spend time there when I can, but it’s always been snatched time and I’ve had elevator duties as well as client time.” Sir smiled, “I know; you’ve done well fitting everything in.” “So can I go to the galley permanently?” “As far as I’m concerned, yes, but it’s not up to me – or to Ryan. Let me talk to the officer responsible, but I’m pretty sure it will be all right.” Charlie looked relieved. Sam took over. “I’m the same as Charlie. I don’t want to fuck passengers unless I’m with Tim. Will has taught me a lot about navigation, and he thinks I’m good at it. If you’re asking me what I want to be doing in 10 years time, it’s easy: I want to be an officer on the bridge of a ship like this. If Will would let me be a trainee on the bridge full time, like Charlie in the galley, then I’d be the happiest person on board.” Sir smiled again. “I expected you both to say that. I know Will is keen to train you properly, and I’m sure he’ll agree. What do you think, Tim? Are you happy with Sam’s choice?” Tim said that we’d all discussed it, and that he and I were very happy for Charlie and Sam. “After all, we’ll still be together every night, won’t we.” It wasn’t a question. Alan asked what duties he and Andrew would have if they weren’t going to be bell boys in two weeks. “What would you like to do?” asked Sir, “you’ve been on the ship long enough to know what positions there are.” Andrew reminded Sir that he and Alan had been instructed to learn fitness techniques from Larry. “We enjoyed that, and we’ve kept up with it. If we’re going to be part of Phil’s group then being somewhere where we can have physical contact with passengers can only be a good thing. If we are trainees in the gym, rubbing down, that kind of thing, we would be as much in the shop window as we were in the elevators.” “Good thinking,” said Sir, “I’m sure Larry would be happy to train you. There’s always work in the gym.” Sir then turned to the apparent gap in the plan. “You two are both 16. All the other bell boys were 16 when they were recruited two years ago. I’m intending to recruit four, maybe up to six, new bell boys in the next two weeks. They will join the ship and you two will train them in their duties – all their duties. Understand?” We understood only too well. Sir then told us the plan. He, Tim and I would not sail on the next return trip to New York. The other four would do the elevator duties for the last time, and there would be no boy stuff. “‘I hope you two are prepared to do without Tim and Patrick for a couple of weeks.” Charlie and Sam didn’t have a great deal of choice, and none of us liked being separated. Still, it would only be for two weeks. Sir dismissed us, telling Tim and me to come back at 1600 to talk about the recruiting process. We were amused that we were to be part of it: we allowed our minds to dwell on quite what that might entail. =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 68 we learn what Sir has in mind. The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. 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