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Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 143 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 143 The day passed pleasantly enough, although it was decidedly strange to have endless hours of leisure. Charlie and I hadn’t had a prolonged holiday for ages – a quick week away was the size of it – so almost 6 weeks with nothing to do apart from enjoy ourselves was luxury indeed. When we all met, formally attired in dinner jackets, in James’s suite at 1800 we knew we were going to hear about George. Before that though, drinks were served. When the boy brought them across to where we were all sitting James introduced him. “This is Felix. He is a fully-fledged member of the crew of Queen Mary, just as you all were, although his duties don’t include those you all undertook so keenly. What I mean is that he isn’t here for passengers to fuck.” Felix grinned: he knew what was coming. “Felix and I have discussed things in detail – in very great detail – and while he isn’t employed, even informally, to be fucked by passengers he is willing – anxious might be better – to offer to you lot the kind of services you used to offer. Not all of you will wish to accept him into your beds, but I gather that Charlie and Patrick; – ” (he indicated which we were) ” – Sam and Tim; Javid and Nigel; -” (Felix’s eyes lit up when it became apparent that Javid, exotic Javid, was going to be a player) ” – and George are all as anxious to make his acquaintance as he is to make yours. As far as the proprieties are concerned Felix is my Steward, and he is also Steward to one or two other Suites on this deck. His duties are thus entirely confined to me, and to you.” He turned to Felix. “Are you happy with that, Felix? When Patrick was Bell Captain he insisted that the House Rules allowed any player to say ‘no’?” Felix said that he was entirely happy, and that he hoped we all had a most rewarding voyage. Most of us recalled another Felix, who must now have been over 40. How time flew! Felix disappeared, leaving at least seven of us with a tinge of regret. “Well, George,” said James, “are you ready?” “When Vin and I left Queen Mary to go to Canada we had no idea what we were letting ourselves in for. I suppose we should have guessed that practically the first thing that happened was that we were split up. I don’t think it was deliberate, but he was Adams and I was Jackson, so it was the alphabet that fucked us up really. We had a few days before we were shipped off in different directions, and we made as good use of them as we could get away with.” He smiled in recollection. “It wasn’t a lot. If we’d known we’d only meet once in the next 6 years we might have tried harder.” He smiled again. “Anyway, the War wasn’t something I remember with fondness. In early 1944 we were training for D-Day and our unit and Vin’s were in the same place for a week. We bumped into each other in the NAAFI the day before his unit was to move. We had a couple of hours together.” He paused; the silence grew. Most of us had spent the War together: being separated must have been awful. “Then we met when we were demobbed and had a night of uninterrupted catching-up in Southampton. Oddly enough, it was only about a mile from where you first fucked me, Prince.” Prince grinned, “and Vincent 20 minutes later, and you both loved it.” “We both loved it that night as well,” said George simply. Charlie and I knew what George and Vin had done with their lives as far as their careers were concerned, and my mind wandered slightly while George described jobs and so on. Felix was of more immediate interest. Then George started to talk about their leisure activities, and my attention whipped back quickly. “We both knew that we wanted sex with boys, not men – well, apart from each other. That sounds like you and Charlie, Patrick, and Jav and Nigel. ataköy escort How have we all managed to stay out of jail? I made damn sure I taught only at girls’ schools – temptation’s not good if you have to resist it all day, every day. No, Vin and I did what most queer guys did – we went to North Africa for holidays. Every year we spent two weeks there, and it was unusual year when three or four Arab boys weren’t quite a bit wealthier than they had been. We were all 15 when you got your hands on us, James, but our preference then was a little bit younger – say 13 or 14. Old enough to cum plentifully, but young enough not to need Patrick and his razor.” He wasn’t the only one smiling. “As we got older we found our preferred age for willing boys creeping up as well, but we remained uninterested in any boy over about 20. Your Felix is definitely within range though, James, so I’m in the queue.” We were getting close to Pedro, I sensed. Felix came in again. James must have a button somewhere, because the timing was perfect. Act I had been the build-up; Act II would be tragedy and its aftermath. Felix did what was necessary with ten glasses and quietly went out again. If he and James had written the script they could not have made it more tempting: the luscious fruit remained wholly out of sight while being in the forefront of everybody’s mind. Well, everybody except Prince and Graham, that is. “Six years ago we went to Spain for a change and found a beautiful boy called Pedro. He was 16 and as willing and experienced as we all were at his age. The three of us spent a night exploring each other’s bodies, fucking, sucking, kissing, just gazing into a new and exciting pair of eyes – ” (garments needed attention in some instances) ” – you know how it is. As well as being lovely to look at – dark eyes, dark skin like velvet, lips like juicy peaches – ” (adjustment was now universal) ” – he had the energy of a rabbit high on something and the imagination of a monkey.” He paused – George was clearly a natural story-teller (it must have been the teacher training) – “and his cock was in the Sam/Prince range. One of you – I think it was Tim – spent an hour with me on this very ship just the two of us, and I’ve never forgotten the erotic sensation of having bits of me that I’d never thought of as being sexy stroked. The skin behind my ears, the back of my knees, the small of my back.” Tim grinned and exchanged a happy look with Sam. “Well, I did those things to Pedro that night and then he did them to me. Vin was watching and Pedro whispered that he’d like Vin to do things to him the next night. We didn’t sleep much that night.” He paused. “The next afternoon Vin was killed. There was a fight and a couple of thugs picked on Pedro because he was with us – English queers corrupting a Spanish boy. One of them drew a knife and Vin pulled him away from Pedro. The knife went into Vin’s groin and severed an artery, and poor Vin bled to death in my arms. Pedro was horrified – we both were – and I’ll never forgive myself for not realising how badly he was affected. Charlie and Patrick know what happened next, and they know why, from that day to three days ago, no-one has been allowed to get close. I’ve not had any kind of sexual contact for over six years. My soul has dried up. Then, thanks to their lovely boy, there’s been a chink of light.” No-one said a word. George went on. “Pedro’s father found out that he was queer and threw him out. If only I’d still been in Spain he could have come to me, but I was back at home. Pedro threw himself under a train. Three lives ended in the space of a few weeks.” I couldn’t bear it and I got up and knelt at his feet. “Not all ended, George, your black tunnel’s over now. Vin would be the last person to grudge you a bit of fun with Kevin.” George looked at me. “More than a bit of fun, I think, Patrick.” Act III, if there were going to be one, wasn’t about to happen. Felix came in quietly and advised us that it was almost 1930. ***** By tacit agreement discussion about how the intervening years had treated us were avoided at Dinner. That didn’t stop me from reflecting on what George had said. The Pedro story wasn’t new, of course, but there had been telling new details. I found when we went to our stateroom merter escort that Charlie had been thinking the same kind of things. As befitted a couple of middle-aged men faced with something on our minds we put all thoughts of sleep to one side. We got into our nice warm Queen Mary dressing gowns and I poured us each a few fingers of whisky. “Well,” I said, “have we done something unexpected?” “I think we have. The problem is what, if anything, we do about it.” I chuckled. “Charlie MacKenzie, you and I wouldn’t be sitting here together if I hadn’t interfered in your calm uncluttered life. The last time I tried something it led to us, so why shouldn’t I – we – do the same for George?” “What do you mean, Patrick? I understand the us bit, but you and I were both roughly the same age. OK, I was older, but you were experienced. George sounds as though Kevin touched a big button, but we’ve no idea what Kevin feels, or what George will feel after he’s had a busy night with Felix.” All this was true. Still, I could see a way forward. “Why don’t we just ask George directly? I don’t mean the others, just you, me and George. We’re the only ones involved in him and Kevin, after all.” Charlie looked doubtful, and, as with our abortive visit to Peter in Birkenhead, I know to heed Charlie’s caution. “Let’s sleep on it,” he said, “it might seem clearer tomorrow.” Good old Charlie – wise as always. The next morning, however, even after breakfast and an invigorating walk on deck, brought no fresh insight. Queen Mary was, as seemed appropriate on her last voyage, ploughing through a pig of a sea and a lot of the passengers were invisible. So the few out on deck were mainly ex-crew members like us. We came across Tim and Sam enjoying the ride. We all grinned in a superior sort of way. The fun of being so effortlessly superior soon palled as, by the nature of things, those over whom we felt so superior couldn’t see us, cocooned as they were in their bunks or wishing for an early death as they vomited everywhere. “It’s a bit like that first time,” said Charlie, “when Andrew and I were ill. Still, it never happened again.” “The only thing to do is to talk to George,” I said after the other two had gone, “everything else is just blundering about in the dark.” “What do you think happened?” said Charlie. “I don’t know, but I know what I’d like to think happened, and everything George has said fits in with that.” Charlie nodded, “OK, let’s see if we can find him.” We found him eventually in one of the bars. The three of us took our drinks to a sofa in a quiet corner. We had the place to ourselves, although we did have to keep hold of our drinks. “What did you mean last night about it being a bit more than just fun?” I asked. “He’s got under your skin, hasn’t he.” George nodded. “He reminded me of Pedro. They’re completely different to look at, but Kevin was so kind and gentle. Are you sure you didn’t brief him about me?” “No,” said Charlie, “all we said was that you were unattached and we thought you would welcome company. Unless you told him Kevin knows nothing about Vin or Pedro.” George shook his head. “No, I didn’t tell him. We were far too busy to have sessions like that. Why are you asking?” I decided to jump in at the deep end. “When the original 12 bell boys lined up for a photograph with Sir – James – Alan grabbed Charlie’s arse and Charlie jumped and was indignant. You know me, George, I saw that as a challenge and I promised myself I would see Charlie naked before we got back to Southampton. Well, things moved faster than that and we decided we loved each other before we hit New York. Sam and Tim were about three days behind us. By the time you and the others joined us we’d been a couple for two years, and here we still are 30 years later. What I’m trying to say is that things cam be that sudden, and that overwhelming. Does that make sense?” “Yes, of course it does, and to save you asking, that’s exactly what I feel about Kevin. We spent two nights finding out what turns each of us on – me at 40 and him a beautiful 16. I fucked him and I sucked his cock. Then an hour later he asked if he could fuck me. ‘Of course,’ I said, knowing that the animal rutting of a boy his age is a powerful thing. And so it was, but when he fucked me again bahçeşehir escort before breakfast he was so gentle. If you two taught him how to make love in such different ways – well, all I can say is thanks. I could hardly wait to get him into bed the second night, and when we were wrapped in each other’s arms he whispered the same thing. You two know what it’s like – I’m in love with him: I can’t explain it, and I’m sure it’s not just lust. But he’s 16 and I’m over 40. He can’t possibly feel the same way about me.” Charlie snorted. “That’s tosh, George. He’s lived with us and shared pretty well everything for two years, and we’re even older than you are. Doesn’t that tell you that, whatever his emotional feelings are about us – and I don’t think he has any apart from the fact that we all like each other – he loves sex with older men? I’ve no idea why, and no real interest in finding out. He’s great in bed, as you’ve found out, and that’s fine by me – by us. If you feel the way you do about him and you don’t tell him, you’ll never forgive yourself, George.” George said nothing while he took this on board. After a while he smiled. “You’re right, of course, Charlie. But what can I do?” I put my oar in. “That depends what you want to achieve. We’re on the ship for another five weeks. What will you feel when we get to Los Angeles?” George shook his head. “I’ve no idea.” “Are you happy to fuck Felix?” I said. “Of course. You heard me last night.” “Well then, fuck Felix. Spend an exhausting night with him in your bed. Then the next morning ask yourself what you want to do about Kevin.” “That sounds like very agreeable medicine, Dr Mulloy. I shall do as you recommend.” Later, when he’d gone, I asked Charlie what he thought. “My guess is it’s real as far as he’s concerned, but goodness knows what the boy feels. “I saw him standing on the pavement as the coach left, and he looked downcast,” I said, “of course that’s not conclusive, and he may have been desolate at the thought of missing me, or even you, but I’d bet a shilling or two that he feels the same way George does.” “How can he, he’s just a kid?” “Charlie MacKenzie, I’m ashamed of you. How old were we, eh?” Charlie grinned. “But you were special, Patrick.” “I know, but maybe they’re special to each other.” “What are we going to do?” “Talk to Nigel.” “Why him?” “Because he used to work in the wireless room and he knows how to send wires. Come on.” We collared Nigel at lunch and I explained what I wanted (although not the reason). “Yes, I don’t suppose it’s any different,” he said, “although during the War it was highly restricted. By the time we were carrying the GIs home we were sending wires 24 hours a day. Come on, we’ll go and see what’s what.” Nigel and I got to the wireless room and it couldn’t have been simpler. They told me to write down my message and off it went. It was asking a simple question. Knowing that Kevin wouldn’t have any experience with telegrams I pre-paid the reply. “I don’t suppose there’ll be anything for a day or two,” I said. I was wrong. I was showering ready for James’s dinner in the Mauretania Room when the phone rang. Charlie answered it. When I came out of the shower he told me the answer. “He didn’t waste any money. The reply had three words.” “Well?” “YES LOVE KEVIN. What is he saying `yes’ to?” “I asked him whether he had a passport.” “Why?” “Because if he hadn’t his parents would have to apply for one for him, and that would have made for awkward questions.” “Stop beating about the bush, what are you up to?” I explained. Charlie whistled. “That’s risky.” I shrugged. “You know me, love, risk is how I work. The only loser is our bank balance and we can well afford it if comes out right.” Charlie, noting that I was safely dry, took me in his arms. “You are the kindest person I know.” “And the cleanest. Go on and shower. It’s 1940 and we’re due there at 2000.” When we got to the Mauretania Room we were in for a big surprise. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 144 as. The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing in 2017, and the boy I describe as “me” is really cute. I’m sure he had adventures … I will be reacquainting myself with these pictures in Queen Mary 2 when I make another pair of Atlantic crossings later this week. There will be a three-week pause in the adventures of our friends. Drop me a line at net – that is after you’ve dropped a few quid. =============================================================================

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