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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 69 As we expected, horse-play developed and within two minutes all of us were happily splashing and bombing. Even the non-swimmer Javid was joining in. Tim swam over to me. “Three of them are playing grab-ass,” he said. The ice was breaking. After quarter of an hour I said it was time to get out. Sixteen naked boys climbed out and walked to the hut. That was when I ‘realised’ that there weren’t any towels. “Sorry, guys, I forgot towels. Nigel, would you run to my hut and you’ll find some in the big cupboard. Bring enough for everybody.” Nigel ran off, allowing us to see a nice pert arse. Who watched? Several of them, I’m glad to say. While Nigel was away it was hard for them all not to observe the other naked boys standing dripping in front of them. Tim and I were careful not to be coy, or too forward. Several of them were embarrassed, but when Prince commented that he hadn’t seen so many tiny cocks since he was at primary school there was general laughter. “You wait till bedtime,” said William. Prince said that he would find it difficult, but he would do his best. By the time Nigel returned under a pile of towels almost all of them had had a good look at what was on offer. Derek and Paul seemed to be the only ones who remained aloof. No-one got an erection though: the water temperature had seen to that. Tim and I both noticed that our absence of hair interested some of them, but of course no-one said anything. Not yet. All of them had some hair, and four – Derek, Javid, Kevin and Prince had more than we had before Ryan had gone to work. We dried ourselves, the arrival of the towels putting an end to conversation about nakedness. By the time we all got back to the huts it was after 1600. “Bugger off and enjoy yourselves,” said Tim, “back in your huts at 1745.” “That’s two to get rid of,” said Tim, “Derek and Paul.” “I agree, but a bit of me remembers that Charlie was like Derek when Alan grabbed his arse in that photo.” “Yes, but you saw that Charlie was special, didn’t you.? There’s no way you’re going to want to find out about Derek.” I had to agree. “The twins seem a lively pair,” went on Tim, “I envy you having them in your hut. They were happy enough to get their pants off. I hope they make the list.” “And Prince too. His cock was impressive even after the swim. You’ll need to work on him.” “Oh, don’t worry, I will,” said my lusty and inventive brother. We talked about the rest of them, and agreed it was far too early to make any judgement about any of them. If Javid and Prince were suitable it would add to the richness of the mixture of boys Sir could offer, but keenness was more important than variety. Things didn’t advance much that day. Some of them were forming into little groups. Tim and I managed to have short conversations with them during the afternoon. George and Vincent were members of the same swimming club in Canterbury, so that explained the diving. Did their friendship extend beyond that – they were only a month apart? Time would tell, and it would be up to Tim to find out. Javid and Prince were usually together, no doubt because each of them saw the other as a potential ally if the white boys made trouble. The twins stuck together, and Martin seemed to have latched onto them. Kevin and Simon seemed to have settled their difference, and Colin had joined them. Derek, William and Richard weren’t part of a group. Tim and I said very little at the evening meal. We wanted to see who the sparkiest ones were, and neither of us was surprised when the twins were the ones who seemed to be the most vocal. At the end of the meal I asked them to help with gathering the plates together, “the rest of you, go to your huts in 15 minutes.” Graham and Nigel were willing helpers, and the job was done in three minutes. “Sit down,” I said, “it’s twins time.” Tim sat down: they were between us. “I take it you fool about with each other like we do,” said Tim matter-of-factly, “we started when we were 9, what about you?” It was taken for granted that sexual activity between them took place. Graham nudged Nigel, “told you,” he said. Nigel blushed. On being asked to explain Graham said that all twins “fooled about, as you put it. Except we don’t fool about. We fuck each other, and there’s no fooling about it.” “Good,” I said, “that makes things much more fun. If you want to wank in bed, that’s fine by me, but please don’t fuck each other. Not tonight anyway,” and I winked. “Maybe you can give them a performance on the last night if enough of them are interested.” Graham faced me. “Are you saying that we can wank and you won’t mind?” I said that was exactly what I was saying. “You never know what the others might get up to if you do.” We shooed them out. “I think I’ll have to have a similar conversation with the divers,” said Tim. “Yes, but be careful – they’re not twins.” “Leave it me, O Master, I can manage,” said Tim. They were all sitting or lying on their beds when I got back. Graham and Nigel greeted me with a conspiratorial smile which I carefully failed to return. It was almost 1900. “Right, the next hour is when you get to ask questions. Any questions you like. I may not know all the answers, but I’ll do my best. Just don’t ask me about the Meaning of Life, that’s all.” Javid grinned, but he was the only one. There ataköy escort were loads of questions about the ship, about what bell boys did, about what it was like being sea-sick (“I’ve no idea – it’s never happened to me”) and I told them about the storm and what it had been like (a mixture in equal parts of terror and unbelievable excitement). I said that the following morning in the classroom session I’d tell them all, and the other hut, in more detail, so I didn’t want any more questions about being a bell boy. Colin asked how Tim and I had been recruited, and I explained, tactfully omitting Father Corrigan. “Weren’t you too young? We’re all 15 – what are you – 16? – so you can’t have been more than 14 two years ago.” It was a perceptive question, and one I wasn’t prepared for. I could hardly bring Father Corrigan in at this late stage. “Leadership qualities,” I said, “Cunard value them very highly, Colin.” It satisfied him. “Besides, we’re both very cute.” Make of that what you will, I thought. “OK, it’s my turn now. Each of you has three minutes to tell the rest of us about himself. Where you come from, what you like doing, that kind of thing. I turned to Derek, on the bed next to mine. You first.” I won’t go through the whole rigmarole for each one of them, as you would find it as uninspiring as I did. Derek said nothing to redeem himself, alas, but at least I understood why he behaved the way he did. Simon was an only boy in a family of five children, and seemed unlikely to be a boy interested in our sort of thing. Graham and Nigel giggled, each trying to goad the other into saying something more and more outrageous. “Stop it, you, two,” I said after a while. “I’m sure they can guess the sort of things wicked twins get up to; tell us about the other stuff in your lives.” “Do you and Tim get up to wicked things them?” asked Javid. “That’s for us to know, and you to find out,” I said (an expression our mother used all the time and which, up to that moment, I had always found very irritating). Javid’s grin did much to endear him to me. The list looked promising at this early stage. He was next, and he was the most interesting, simply because everything about him was unknown to all of us – home life, school, the lot. He said he was a Buddhist, and them had to explain that to us all. “Does that mean you don’t wank?” said Nigel, “that must be awful. Hoots of laughter, with disapproving looks from Derek, greeted this. “No, it bloody doesn’t,” said Javid, then remembered where he was and glanced at me. Seeing the grin on my face he relaxed. “Maybe later,” he mumbled. Shortly before 2100 I shepherded my lot past Tim’s door and put my head in. “Cocoa time, guys,” I said, “come on.” I went ahead and opened up. It was lucky I’d done so as I was able to move the box I found on the table before anyone else arrived. This was unexpected, and would certainly oil the wheels of sinful enquiry. I wondered how it had got there. Sir? The cocoa was quickly brewed and we all sat thinking about the day, and what the next two days would bring. Tim said that his hut had made two discoveries. “Prince isn’t really a prince, but he only told us that after he’d made some of them bow to him. That was the first discovery. The second was that his grandfather was really a king.” This was startling. “Tell the rest of us, Prince,” I said. “My grandfather was King of a tribe in Nigeria before the War,” he said. “He died long before I was born, but I’ve seen photos of him. My father would have become king, but the British rulers decided after the War that there were too many small tribes and too many kings. They persuaded my father and a lot of others to give up being king in return for a load of money. The tribe weren’t happy and we had to flee or we’d have all had our throats cut. My parents had five children – three sisters, me and my baby brother – when we fled to Britain. I was 15 months old. So I’m not really a prince, but only nearly.” While he was telling us this Prince was grinning his huge grin. He was the first really black boy I’d seen. There had been black passengers, one of whom you have heard described, but no black kids in Liverpool or anywhere else. I liked Prince: he seemed untroubled by his family’s history, and I hoped he would be in the final selection. Time was getting on. “You’ll get wakened at 0730,” I said, “shower, then breakfast in here at 0800. Off to the bathroom, then to the dormitory. We’ll be joining you shortly.” They all got up to go apart from George and Vincent, who were sitting next to Tim. “We’ll catch you up,” they said to no-one in particular. Tim had presumably given them instructions to stay behind. I waited till the door was shut and looked a question at Tim. “What Prince didn’t tell you all,” he began, “was that when he got William and Martin to bow to him he said that they had to be naked. ‘Not on your life,’ they said. Prince shrugged. ‘Very well, then I shall have to be naked to accept your homage – it’s my tribe’s rule,’ and with that he stripped in front of everyone. You saw the size of him when he was running around – well, it’s huge, 8 inches at least.” “Why are you telling us this?” I said. It seemed an alarming discussion in front of two other boys. “Wait and see,” he said with a smile. “While the bowing was going on to this naked god, these two were giggling mightily, and I formed the distinct impression that Prince’s cock was something they would like to get their hands on.” George and Vincent could contain themselves no longer. “It’s true, Patrick. Tim beckoned us outside and asked what was going on. What made it easy for us to tell him was that the lump in Tim’s trousers was as big as the lumps in ours.” Tim continued. They had had a brief conversation in the course of which George and Vincent had detailed their wishes with regard to Prince. The merter escort only argument was which of them was going to let him fuck him first. My guess was that Tim would win that hands down, but I didn’t say so. “OK, you two, spill the beans. What have you been doing with each other? No, don’t tell us now. Think about how much you want to tell Tim and me – and no-one else, please – and we’ll talk again tomorrow some time. Now bugger off – oh, before you go I’ll say to you what I said to Graham and Nigel.” Their reaction was the same. “You don’t mind if we wank?” “No, but don’t wank each other, not tonight anyway,” said Tim, “now go and be ordinary 15-year-olds.” “I told my two they could fuck, but not until the last night,” I said. George and Vincent gaped in astonishment. “Are you real, Patrick?” “Oh, he’s real all right,” said Tim, “now bugger off and have fun.” When they’d gone I showed Tim the box. It contained two dozen bottles of beer. “It was on the table when I came in, and I had to move it fast before anyone else saw it.” “Where did it come from?” “I’ve no idea, Sir maybe. Are we supposed to get the likely ones tiddly to find out about what they’re up for?” “I don’t know, but we’re doing pretty well already,” said Tim, “I reckon the twins and those two are on the likely list, and Prince too if he’s a player. That cock will be a popular asset.” “I agree, and I’d like to get Javid as well. If all six of them are up for it with men we’re home and dry, but that’s a long way away still. We can rule out Derek and Paul. Neither of them is any use. We must find out more about the others tomorrow. I’ll try Colin, Javid, Kevin and Simon, and you do yours – Richard, William and Martin. Maybe the wanking performance will help.” “Hope so. Should we join in?” “No, not tonight. Let’s just watch reactions. We’ll shower at 0730 and watch for early morning interest.” He grinned. “OK,” and we kissed briefly. “We should do this more often,” he said. I had a piss and cleaned my teeth. When I went into the hut I found an argument in full swing. Derek and Kevin were yelling at each other, and the others were watching with varying degrees of apprehension. “What the hell’s going on? Derek, Kevin, stop it. Sit on your beds. Kevin, what’s up?” Kevin muttered that Derek was being a prick, a remark which caused Derek to rise up in rage. “Calm down, Derek,” I said, words which a moment’s reflection would have told me were themselves incendiary. “How can I calm down when these … these kids are so disgusting?” he said, full of fury and righteousness. “What has been happening?” I asked him. “Graham and Nigel are being disgusting,” he said. I looked at the accused, sitting naked on their beds. “Why aren’t you in your pyjamas?” I asked. “We were putting them on,” said Nigel. “Yes, but you were being disgusting,” said Derek. “Kevin, what was going on?” Kevin asked if I really wanted to know. “Of course I do. I don’t care what it was – I’m not here to punish anybody. My job is to see who is going to get a job as a bell boy. My guess is that these two were flashing their cocks about. Am I right?” Kevin grinned, Graham and Nigel leapt up on their beds, doing more flashing, Colin and Simon whooped, and Javid smiled enigmatically. Derek exploded. “It’s disgusting, that’s what it is. You must stop them.” “Derek, that’s not what I’m here for,” I said. If you’re unhappy with what seems to me to be ordinary behaviour for a bunch of 15-year-olds on their own away from any adults then maybe you should think about whether you want to be a bell boy. I don’t think I’m lying if I say that what Graham and Nigel did hasn’t happened in our quarters on Queen Mary now and again.” Derek was silent. He had worked out that he was in a minority of one. I felt a bit sorry for him, but only a bit. The kind thing would be to let him go tomorrow, but that decision wasn’t mine to make. Sir would have to get involved. I wasn’t pleased, because running to Sir with a problem in the first day looked shitty from my point of view. Bite the bullet, Patrick. “Derek, can you come outside for a word, please.” A great silence fell. Cocks were no longer of interest. When we got outside I closed the door and walked a few yards with him. He was in his pyjamas, and suddenly looked very small and vulnerable. “What do you feel, Derek?” I said. “I think they’re all childish. I was like that when I was 11 or 12, but I grew out of it. I’m surprised you don’t stop them.” I tried as patiently as I could to remind him that Tim and I weren’t prefects at a school, that we were here to select six boys to train as bell boys on an ocean liner where the boys would live in cabins with other boys the same age, with no adult supervision. They would work hard and presumably play hard in their own time. “You saw what they want to get up to. It’s sometimes like that on board. I think you’d hate it, Derek, and I think you’d make yourself pretty unpopular if you tried to stop them.” “What will you do?” “I’ll be honest: I won’t be recommending you. If you would like to leave tomorrow morning I’ll see whether I can arrange that – I can’t promise, but I’ll do my best if that’s what you would prefer.” “Yes please, Patrick. Thank you for being honest with me. I respect you for that. I will keep my mouth shut and pray.” Ah! I thought. Why wasn’t that picked up earlier? On the other hand, I realised a second later, no-one in the selection process up to then had been aware that morals were likely to be a factor. “Go and have a piss, and come back to the hut in three minutes. I’ll sort them out while you’re away,” and I put my arm round his shoulder. When I got back I read the riot act. “There will be no buggering about tonight, and” (I looked at each of them in turn) “there will be no wanking tonight either. Got it?” There were one or two moans, bahçeşehir escort so I added, “tomorrow’s different. Just think how much more there’ll be if you save it up tonight.” Gales of laughter. “Be nice to him,” I said, “I mean it. OK?” Murmurs of assent. I had hoped for a wank myself, but I supposed I had to set an example. Derek came back and everybody got into bed without much being said. Good-nights were exchanged, and I went to put out the light. The next morning the alarm went off at 0730. “Showers, lovely showers,” I cried in what I hoped was a positive, leadership-y voice. Boys dragged themselves from their beds – the same ones, I was glad to see, to which they had gone the night before. Eight morning erections went to the showers to be greeted with eight morning erections coming the other way. The different was that whereas my morning erections were all still shrouded in pyjamas, five of Tim’s were proudly exhibited for all to see. When we were showering I asked him how that had happened. “Tell you after breakfast,” he said, “you’ll like it.” When breakfast was finished Tim sent them all off to make their beds. “Back in here at 0900,” he said, and they all disappeared. “Well?” “When I got back they were fooling around, chasing each other and jumping from bed to bed. They stopped when I appeared. ‘Wickedness,’ I said, ‘that means paying forfeits.’ That calmed them down a bit. I made them all sit in a circle on the floor and did the knife thing. ‘Whoever the knife points to when it stops spinning has to pay a forfeit.’ ‘Who decides the forfeit?” asked Richard. ‘Me the first time, then the next time the one who’s just paid the forfeit.’ So I spun the knife and it pointed to George. No point in wasting time, I thought, and I know he’s full of sin, so I told him to strip. I wasn’t surprised when he did, but one or two of the others were. I could see that they were hoping the knife would point to them. Anyway, I spun it again and it pointed to William. ‘Well, George?’ I said. George thought and asked me whether he could ask William a question, rather than have him do something. Since he clearly had something up his sleeve I said it was fine. ‘OK, William, tell the truth. When did you last wank?’ William went bright red. ‘How did you know?’ he stammered. Everybody fell about laughing. ‘We didn’t,’ said Richard, ‘but we do now. When?’ I could have hugged William, because he looked at his watch. He’s a comedian, that one. ‘Exactly … 55 minutes ago.’ Whoops greeted this, and I’m pretty sure no-one else has had a wank since they got here. I spun again. William told Richard to strip. And it went on. By the time we’d all had enough five of them were naked – George, Vincent, Richard, Martin and Prince. They had all started wanking ages ago – the youngest was Martin who first ‘did it’, as he put it, when he was 7. This was greeted with disbelief at first, but he stuck to his guns and described the experience most vividly. His teacher had been 8.” “You have a more interesting evening that I did.” “Oh, the best’s to come. When George stripped off he just took his clothes off, folded them neatly for the morning and sat down again. When the knife pointed to Vincent Paul told him to strip. We were treated to a first class erotic strip performance – the sort we’ve done with passengers. Those two are a must if we can swing it. Then next time the knife went to Prince and Vincent, who was fully stiff after his performance – and he wasn’t the only one – told him to strip. We’d all seen Prince’s cock before, but this time the game gave them all permission to look at it without pretending not to. Prince knew perfectly well that none of them had seen anything like it, so he went to town. Once he’d stripped he walked round the circle and stood in front of each of us for a good ten seconds, just letting it dangle. I watched their faces. The sacrifices we make for Sir – I’d far rather have been watching Prince exhibiting his treasure.” “I thought this was too good an opportunity to miss,” he went on. “There was Prince with his enormous cock, begging for it to be admired. When he sat down I had to think quickly before the moment passed. `OK,’ I said, `who wants to get to know that a bit better?’ Everybody’s hands went up. That made it easier. `George, you’re the nearest, what would you like to do?’ `Easy,’ he said, ‘I want him to fuck me.’ `Me too,’ said Vincent. `Who else?’ I said, `it’s not every day you see such a fine cock. Does it get bigger when it gets angry, Prince?’ `Oh, brother, does it ever,’ he said. `Go on,’ said Martin, `let’s see.’ Prince smiled. `No,’ he said, `tomorrow. You’ve got to have something to look forward to.’ That was that. The naked ones were about to put their pyjamas on, but I said that they had to sleep in the raw – that was the forfeit. `Besides,’ I said, `you’ll enjoy it like that.’ I was impressed, and told him. He said it might be clever if I had a word with Prince to see how serious he was about using his cock in the way that two at least of his fellows had suggested would be welcome. It seemed a golden opportunity. I told Tim what had happened with Derek, and that I needed to consult Sir. “He won’t like it.” “No, but I don’t see any alternative. Derek is unhappy and he sticks out like a sore thumb. Will you take the class and tell them about the basic duties?” He agreed, and when they had all assembled in the food hut I went over to Sir. =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 70 as we learn more about the candidates. There isn’t a great deal of explicit sex in the next couple of chapters, but we have to advance the plot until we get some of these boys onto the ship. Rest assured that there will be action soon though, and of the kind that you’re here to enjoy reading. 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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