Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2019 19:02:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys 125

Queen Mary Bell-boys by badboi666

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Chapter 125

The last full day of the long voyage finally dawned.  This would be the
last day for some weeks when those of us in the catering area had a
peaceful time.  We determined to make the most of it.  The boys hadn't
visited the day before - perhaps they had found a quiet spot to investigate
further some of the things they had discovered earlier in the trip - feet,
for example.  Today there had been nods in the breakfast queue suggesting
that they were planning on coming - several times if they had anything to
do with it - that afternoon.  Tim was on duty below and wasn't due to end
his shift until midday.  I would collar him then when he went for a shower.
If they didn't see fisting today they maybe never would, and that would be
a shame.

When I got hold of him Tim was happy to give the boys a demonstration of
fisting.  "Shouldn't Nigel be there too as he's got smaller hands than we
have?  Graham's on duty, but Nigel might be free."  I went back to the
cafeteria where they were all about to troop through for their last lunch.
Nods confirmed that Felix and Tom weren't going to miss their last
opportunity for action.  After I'd finished my stint at around 1330 I went
down to the cabin to see if Nigel was there.  "Do you feel like giving them
a fisting demo?"  "Yes.  Have you done it with them?"  I explained that
we'd left that to the end, and that I would be the willing recipient of
Tim's questing right arm.  He looked disappointed.  "Can he do me instead?"
"Of course, but you have smaller hands than we do, so I want you to fist
one of them or at least to try.  Felix is the more adventurous, so I guess
he'll be up for it first.  We'll let them see Tim and you, and see where we
go from there."  "Thanks.  It's been an interesting three weeks, hasn't it.
I bet the two of them'll never forget it."

They wouldn't forget the next two hours either.  When the tap on the cabin
door came at the usual time the boys found Tim and Nigel naked on one of
the beds, waiting for them.  I was naked on the other, and 30 seconds later
I had one on each side of me as we reclined.  "Watch this," I said, "this
is new."  Nigel was kneeling doggy-fashion and Tim was giving him as good
rimming.  "That looks really hot," said Tom, "but it's not new."  "Wait," I
said, "they haven't started yet."  The grease was on the bed beside Tim and
he got a couple of fingers well coated and gently pushed them inside
Nigel's arse.  Nigel moaned with pleasure.  "Three, Tim - no, four."  Tim
obliged and the boys began to take more notice.  "You've never got four
fingers up either of us," said Felix.  "Wait," I said again.

Tim took his fingers out and used his left hand to grease his right fist
and forearm.  Tom's eyes widened.  "He's not ... "  "Fuck, he is," breathed
Felix, "won't he split?"  Tim snorted.  "He's not split yet, and he's not
exactly running away, is he?"  "Show them, Tim," said Nigel, "I'm ready."
Tim reinserted four fingers, made a wedge, paused waiting for a nod from
Nigel, pushed ... and to the disbelief of Tom and Felix his fist
disappeared.  "His ass sucked you in, Tim," said Felix in astonishment.
Tom cried, "look, he's in past his wrist ... his whole fucking arm's up
Nigel's arse!"  This wasn't strictly true, although a degree of
exaggeration could be forgiven in the circumstances.  Nothing the boys had
experienced so far had remotely prepared them for the spectacle of Tim's
arm almost up to the elbow inside someone's arse.  "Doesn't it hurt?" said
Tom.  "Yeah, a bit - well, quite a lot the first time," I said, "but being
fucked hurt the first time and you both came back for more."  "A lot more,"
said Felix happily, "what happens now?"  Tim's arm started to move.  "I
fuck him, but right now I'm going to take my fist out, and one of you can
take over.  Who wants to try?"  There was no contest.  Felix was across to
the other bed and was already greasing his right hand and forearm.

"Do exactly what I did - three fingers, then four, then make a wedge like
this ... then push until you feel his arse stretching ... then ask if it's
OK.  When he says he's ready he'll push like hell, just like when he's
being fucked, and you push too.  You'll find you're being drawn in.  Stop
when you're in as far as your wrist and give him time to get used to it.
Then it's straightforward - you push gently until the piping inside turns a
corner and you can't get any further."  "That's a lot to remember."
"You'll get used to it."  Felix started timidly but by the time he was
making the wedge he was confident and Nigel, who had been very patient (he
wasn't pleased that Tim hadn't gone a lot further), was getting very worked
up.  "Come on, Fe, I need your fist where it belongs."  Felix pushed, Nigel
pushed, and to his delight Felix's fist popped out of sight up Nigel's
arse.  "Pause," said Tim quietly, "let him get used to it."  "A pause of
two seconds will be enough," muttered Nigel, "come on, Felix, get it in and
fuck me with it."  Wild horses would not have stopped Felix at that moment,
and Nigel was soon purring happily.  "Aah! That's so good.  I love the
feeling of something really stretching me inside.  Tim signalled to Felix
that his left hand might find it rewarding to reach round and grasp Nigel's
cock.  "It won't take much to make him come, so go for it."

Tim was right.  Nigel's cock responded well to a 13-year-old's attention at
any time, but when the 13-year-old had 12 inches of his right arm derp
inside him, Nigel's cock was soon squirting volleys of cum onto the bed.
"God, I can feel his arse tightening as he jizzes," said Felix.  "Then
slowly take your hand out," said Tim, "it'll be painful maybe for him if
it's in there too long after he comes."  Felix slowly withdrew his arm.
"Stop when you still have your knuckles inside," I said, "and rotate them
over his prostate."  This produced a yowl if pleasure from Nigel and
another good jet of spunk.  "OK," I said, "you're ready to fist anyone now.
The big question is whether you or Tom want to be fisted."

Tom was adamant.  "That looked super, and both of you enjoyed it, but
there's no way I want a hand up my arse however hot it looks."  Felix
wasn't so sure.  "You could at least let me try," he said, "after all, Sam
and Prince have both fucked you, and their cocks are big."  Tom's reply was
irrefutable.  "Long, yes, but nothing like as fat.  It's the fat bit of
your hand getting through my hole I don't like.  What if I tear?  It'll
hurt like fuck every time I shit.  No thanks."  I reminded them about the
rule.  "That's OK, Tom, no-one's going to force you: no-one's even going to
try to persuade you.  You've said 'no', and that's that.  What about you,
Felix?  Do you want to try being on the receiving end?  You're obviously OK
with being the fister."  "Not just OK, Patrick, he's bloody good at it,"
added a happy Nigel.  Felix grinned - we had become accustomed to his
infectious grin as it usually indicated some wickedness was in his mind.
"Show me your hand, Tom, put it against mine."  They did what we would now
call a high five.  "Your hand's only a tiny bit bigger than mine," said
Felix, "and if they show you exactly what to do and you promise to stop if
I say so, I'd like to see what it's like if you do it to me.  OK?"  Tom's
eyes widened.  "You want me to fist you?"  "Yes, dummy.  Haven't you
noticed I love anything up my ass.  So far it's been cocks, miles of them
if you add it all up.  Why wouldn't I want to try this new thing?  If it's
too sore you'll stop and I'll know it's not for me.  But if it aint and you
turn out to be as good at it as I seem to be - well, we're set up for ever,
aren't we?"  The grin had now spread to everyone there present, even the
initially reluctant Tom.  (Whereas Tom was reluctant, that part of him that
was the more reliable indicator of his true, if unacknowledged, feelings
was signalling clearly that a change of mind was on its way.)  "OK then,
Fe, you asked for it."  "Begged, I think," said Tim quietly.

I took a back seat.  Although I can fist well enough I have to admit that
Tim is the better of the two of us.  It was a joy to watch him carefully
explaining every step of the process to both of them while Nigel and I
leaned back.  While Tom was still some way from getting beyond the third
finger Nigel whispered in my ear.  "This seems a good time to say something
I've wanted to say for ages, Patrick.  I know about you and Charlie and how
you became boyfriends, but I've never thanked you for helping me and Jav
get together.  Without you I'd have no-one to love, and no-one loving me."
I was touched.  I knew the part I'd played back in 1938, but too often I
forgot the long chain of events that had been put in train then.  There was
nothing for me to say, so I just put my arms round him and held him tight.
He didn't resist at first, then after about a minute he wriggled free and
said, "I need to thank you properly."  While Tom was fisting Felix - he had
his hand in by then - I was given a fabulous blow job by Nigel.  It wasn't
the first from him, not by a long chalk, but he hadn't sucked my cock for
months.  During that time he'd become much more skilled - good for Javid, I
thought - and I didn't really concentrate on the goings-on on the other bed
while I had such an exciting (and unexpected) set of sensations whirling
around in my brain, my cock, my balls ... aaah! ... and Nigel was
swallowing swallowing swallowing as my cock pulsed pulsed pulsed.  He kept
gently sucking as my flow ceased then up he came and we shared a cummy
kiss.  "As I said, thank you," he murmured.

Across the room things had reached a climax too.  Tom's right arm was
inside Felix's arse - ass - half-way to his elbow.  "That's as far as it
goes," I heard him tell Tim.  "What does it feel like, Fe?" asked Tom.  By
way of answer Felix wiggled his rear (to the extent he could with so much
of Tom up it) and made an encouraging sound.  "He's happy then, Tom.  You
got the pause right while he got used to it.  Now you can start to fuck
him.  Don't come out further than your wrist though."  Tom did as he was
instructed and Felix's moans of encouragement grew more insistent.  Tim now
had a decision to make.  Tom was performing properly, but it was his first
time.  Should Tim tell Tom to reach round the kneeling Felix and deal with
the very hard cock to be found there, or should -

Tim's decision made itself.  Pausing only to tell Tom to keep going Tim got
onto the bed and, lying on his back under Felix, got his lips round the
urgency of the boy's cock.  "Aaah!" said Felix (although 'said' conveys
nothing of the deep satisfaction in Felix's 'aaah').  There was now a race,
as there usually was in Cabin 1 in circumstances like this.  Tom, busily
fucking Felix with his right hand, was insufficiently practised to do
anything with his left.  Felix was in the happy position of being on the
receiving end of attentions in two of the most easily-excitable parts of
his body, and his orgasm, when it came, would be prodigious.  Tim,
practised old bugger that he was, would have a fast and urgent wank when
his mouth was full of Felix's spunk.  In Tom's place I would have whipped
my hand out as soon as Felix had finished filling Tim's mouth and used a
very well-greased (and otherly lubricated) right hand to produce a fine
spray of cum over Felix's back before both collapsed onto Tim.  Three
minutes later that's exactly what happened.  Felix came noisily, Tim
swallowed, Tim wanked himself and came on his chest, Tom's hand came out,
Tom's hand grasped his cock, his cock spewed six long lines onto Felix's
sweaty back; two spent 13-year-olds collapsed onto the cummy mess on Tim.
Applause greeted this spectacle from across the cabin where Nigel and I
were equally relaxed and happy.

"Now you know how it's done," said Tim from under the heap, "I think you
can manage on your own."

Ten minutes later all five of us were in the showers rendering the boys fit
for return to their parents.  It was 1530.  All five of us knew that we had
played together for the last time.  Felix and Tom were understandably sad
to be leaving Queen Mary, not only because of the immense amount of new
things to which they had been exposed, but because of the friendships they
had made and the camaraderie of bring flung together in such unusual
surroundings.  They - and we - had visited Rio de Janiero and Cape Town for
bunkering, and although no-one had been allowed to disembark we'd all stood
at the rail and looked at strange and exotic new sights.  The following day
would see us dock in Sydney.  Tim turned to me.  "Do you realize we've been
in five continents by this time tomorrow?  There's only Asia left."  It was
a sobering thought for twins from the Liverpool slums: twins still well
short of their nineteenth birthdays.

Dinner was an odd mixture of excitement that the long voyage was nearly
over, and the on-shore jobs would soon be starting, and nostalgia that an
oasis of calm in the middle of war was coming to an end.  The children were
naturally excited to see the new place where they would be living, but the
boys were subdued. I knew why, and they knew why, but none of us could say
anything about it.  It came as much of a surprise to me as it did to the
five children when Charlie emerged from the galley while we were clearing
the plates from the main course.  "Would the girls follow me, please."  The
girls leapt to their feet - it was a surprise to them as well - and
disappeared behind their hero.  Parents wondered what that was all about.
So did boyfriend.

Moments later Susan led a procession bearing another Bombe Alaska, this
time of Charlie's making.  "Be careful when you bite into it," said
Charlie, "as it bears a certain relationship to a Christmas pudding."
"What does that mean, Mommy?" asked the youngest girl.  "It means that
there are little presents hidden inside, and you must be careful not to
swallow them.  Just this once if there's something hard in your mouth you
may take it out and see what it is."  Ten minutes later nine presents were
on their plates.  Mr Canada had found two in his portion and gave one to
Tom, who had missed out completely. All the little presents were wrapped up
in little cloth pouches and they had agreed not to open them until the y
had all finished.  "Can we open them now?" said Felix.  "Yes dear," said
Mrs Canada, and 15 seconds later there was a gasp from the parents.
"Charlie, this is most generous!  I hope you didn't pay for these
yourself," said Mr Oxford.  Charlie assured them that the nine sovereigns
were a present from Cunard.  When the hubbub of excitement died down he
said, "would the boys follow me now."  "You too," he whispered to me.

In the galley Charlie had gathered the rest of us - Tim, Sam, Nigel, Javid,
Graham and Prince.  Ryan was there too.  Charlie solemnly gave each of the
boys a present, but told them that they mustn't open them until they were
alone.  "Understand?  It's our secret."  Both boys nodded.  Then we all
hugged them - there might have been discreet kissing, I can't remember.
The presents were small enough to go undetected into pockets.  "You'd
better take these too," said Charlie, "or they'll wonder why I marched you
out."  And each of them found a Queen Mary Bell Boy cap plonked on his
head.  "Off you go," said Charlie, and away they went.  We didn't see them
again as neither Charlie nor I particularly felt like going back in again.

"When did you fix all that up?" I asked him when we were in bed.  "The caps
were easy - there's a store of them, didn't you know?  The sovereigns were
Ryan's idea.  Apparently we used to present them at the final Dinner of a
crossing to special passengers before the War in little presentation boxes,
and there were still a few dozen left."  "What were the special secret
presents?"  "A bottle of grease.  They'll find uses for them, and I don't
suppose it'll be easy to get any more."  "You are special, you know that?"
"I think you said that once before, but it's still nice to hear again," and
he kissed the tip of my nose.  I do miss him so much.

*****

We spent the next year taking huge numbers of troops to Bombay and
returning virtually empty to Australia.  Sam told us that we didn't sail
further west than Bombay because the troops were transferred there to
smaller ships as the risk of enemy action was too great.  "We don't want
too many eggs in such a precious basket," was the somewhat chilling way he
said it had been described.  The eight of us had an exhausting time, but we
were safe, or relatively so, and warm and fed, and we had each other.

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The fun continues in Chapter 126 as Admiral Yamamoto takes a hand.  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 ...

Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped
nifty a few quid.
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