Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2019 20:17:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 131 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. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 131 We crossed the Equator without ceremony the next day. Prince had been sent to the Bridge early to present Colonel Jenks's compliments to the Captain and, through him, to King Neptune. "Colonel Jenks told me to tell you he hopes that neither you nor His Majesty will be offended, Sir," said Prince, who was having difficulty in keeping a straight face. The Captain turned to Will. "This is your baby - see that the maritime authorities are happy." Prince wasn't the only one struggling to keep a straight face. "Aye, Sir," said Will and, turning to Prince said, "come out onto the wing." This was the small section of the bridge out in the open, mainly used to enable careful manoeuvring while docking. "How are you enjoying working with him?" asked Will when the door had closed behind them. "It's fun," said Prince, "I run about carrying messages to his people, but most of the time I sit at a table with little to do." "Aren't you bored?" "No. There's little to do but lots to listen to. Sir ... Will, can you get Sam to come out here without anyone wondering why?" Will put his head in and beckoned to Sam. "What's this about, Prince?" Prince looked at Sam, who nodded. "Go on, Prince, it's OK." "Patrick asked me to tell you something, but he's not sure you're going to want to hear it." "Oh, for God's sake, Prince, spit it out. I haven't got all day." Prince swallowed and took a deep breath. "Before the War Colonel Jenks was one of Patrick and Tim's clients and when he saw Patrick in the dining room he went and shook hands and Patrick thought he might want to play again so I took a letter and he did - want to play, that is - and he's been down twice and four of us have pissfucked him and Patrick wondered if you'd like to visit one night." Sam smiled, "I hope you don't mind, Will." "Why should I mind? Bloody good luck to him. At least if he's blown to bits he'll have had some fun on the way. I don't know whether I should join you or not. I'll have to think about it. Prince, thank you for telling me. Go back to him and say that King Neptune quite understands and hopes that when he crosses the Equator when all this is finished the ceremony can be performed then. OK?" Prince smiled, "thanks, Will," and he went back through the Bridge to his desk with the Colonel. After he'd gone Will turned to Sam. "Have you been one of the lucky four?" Sam grinned. "No, not yet. You know what Patrick's like. The first time it was just him and Tim - the two he'd fucked when they were 14. Patrick wasn't sure whether it was their being 14 that turned Slim on, but luckily it wasn't. After the three of them had done what they - we - do they brought him in to meet the rest of us. One look at Prince persuaded him that Prince was the next one he wanted to play with, so he and Graham entertained him last night. He comes every two or three nights at 2300 and stays for an hour or so. We haven't moved the sling into the shower yet, but I'm pretty sure we will soon. You'd be really welcome, you know. He's a bloody good fucker according to Graham." "I'm sure you're right, Sam, but I need to think about it. The attractions are obvious, but the risks are huge." "I understand, but the risks aren't much higher than they would be - have been, often enough - when you've come down to fool about with us lot." "Maybe, but you lot are familiar territory, and you lot and I are all in the same boat," at which unfortunate usage both of them laughed. "I will think, Sam, and I'll let you know when I've decided. Tell Patrick." Slim came down, as promised, the following night and spent a happy hour with Javid and Nigel. After they had showered and joined us in Cabin 1 Slim said that he would come again three nights later. "It's not that you guys wear me out, but two days from now we dock in Rio to bunker, and I'm going to be busy. I don't want to rush coming down to play with the next lucky pair, so let's wait a day." "All the more fun with all the more jizz," said Sam. ***** Two mornings later we drew slowly into Rio where a fuel lighter was waiting. We tied up, but no-one was allowed on shore apart for the crew members doing the paperwork for the fuel being pumped on board. We were due to leave again at 2200 and the galley was ordered to remain open to feed the crew coming off duty when we sailed. There was therefore consternation when the ship's siren started blasting well before we were due to leave. I was in the cafeteria doling out food to the unending queue of hungry GIs, so I and the rest if us just got on with what we were doing, but from the noise there was clearly a flap on. "We're moving," said one of my colleagues, and looking up I could see the pier moving past. "We're not due to sail for another several hours," someone said. "Must be a change of plans. At least we'll get off duty early if we've cast off this early," I said. It had been very sudden. I hoped the crew who had gone ashore had scrambled back aboard if we cast off so suddenly. I hoped we'd finished bunkering, because there wasn't another port which could accommodate us between Rio and Cape Town. Once we were out of the channel we really started to shift. I had no idea how fast we had been travelling from Boston, and made a mental note to ask Sam. What I did know from the sound of the engines and the movement of the ship - all different from anything I'd heard in nearly 6 years at sea - that we were belting along. We kept that speed through the night, only easing back a little at dawn. The sound and the movement resumed their normal pitch. When I went off duty I collared Sam, but he had no idea why we had sailed so quickly several hours ahead of schedule. He told us that bunkering had virtually finished, so we weren't going to heave to without any fuel in the middle of the ocean. That was a comfort. He said we'd been doing around 32 knots since leaving Boston, but that we were doing well over than then. Years later we learned what had happened what had happened. Apparently there was a Italian spy in the port who radioed to his contact that Queen Mary was bunkering and would be there for several hours. He appeared to have details of our entire sailing schedule. He passed this on and a U-boat moved into station 10 miles off shore outside Rio. Luckily Allied Intelligence discovered this and the Bridge got wind of the German plan. We sailed a few minutes later, the siren's blast telling any on-shore crew to run and rejoin the ship. We escaped because the U-boat wasn't yet on station when we left. An oil tanker which left Rio a few hours later, when we were due to have sailed, was sunk. The German High Command put it about that the mighty Queen Mary had been torpedoed. The U-boat captain must have had a vivid imagination if he could mistake a tanker for Queen Mary. Our Captain gleefully told the officers on the Bridge that as the ship had now been sunk they should keep quiet about it in case the news got around. "Keep this news under your hat. Don't let the troops know we've been sunk - it might worry them." Naturally this got round the ship in next to no time. We knew we had been sunk, but we didn't know the full story until well after the War. We didn't know it then, but that was the closest Queen Mary came to enemy action during the entire War (but not, as you'll hear, the nearest we all came to death). ***** The next night Slim came a-visiting again. Only Sam and Charlie had yet to experience his repertoire, and they were both primed for action. However when he came in Slim said he wanted to talk before "I get down to some action with some of you fine lads." Luckily neither Sam nor Charlie was about to lose the contents of their bladders involuntarily. "Come into the bar then," I said, and the nine of us crammed into Cabin 3. When Slim got a beer down him he told us what he wanted. "Patrick, you showed me the sling next door, and you said it could be erected in the shower. Can you fix that for the next time?" "Of course. It takes about 15 minutes, but it's not difficult." "And it can get piss on it?" I nodded. "It's had piss on it hundreds of times. We wipe it down with disinfectant and it's fine - no smell or anything. The only problem is that it takes a lot of room, so you can really only get three in the room at the most." "In wartime Patrick, gentlemen, we are all faced with challenges," he said with a broad grin. "Now, tonight. I've not had the pleasure of Sam or Charlie, but I think all of us would prefer to keep couples together, so one of you can choose to play tonight - with your boyfriend, of course." Tim and I immediately resorted to our ancient method of making this kind of decision, and it pains me to report that his paper prevailed over my stone twice. "Never mind, Charlie," I said, "he's found a way of keeping the best till last." Charlie, whose need was now great, and the other five of us not entertaining the troops rid ourselves of the beer while Sam and Tim took Slim to the scene of the depravities so keenly anticipated by the three of them. While they were at it the rest of us lay about in Cabin 1. Javid described what they had got up to with Slim three nights earlier. "He told us that he'd fooled about with plenty of black guys at home, but that I was - what was the word, Nigel?" "Exotic, and well you know it. You just want me to tell them all you're exotic." Javid smiled the superior smile of someone who, as Nigel had said, knows perfectly well that he's exotic. He had turned into a really handsome 18-year-old - tall, slim, gorgeous cock, dark lustrous eyes (God! I sound like one of these awful queers, drooling over a pretty boy). Anyway, leaving out Charlie who is naturally perfect in every way, Javid would win any beauty contest in the ex-bell-boy department hands down (or indeed, up). So Slim's finding his skin colour fascinating was no surprise. It seems strange now, but Indians Indian Indians, that is) were relatively rarely seen in America in those days. I suppose the collapse of Empire had something to do with it. Where was I? Slim wanted the exotic Javid to piss all over him. "The others have pissfucked me, but I want to see what your dick does as it pours all that beer over me. I guess you'll manage to fuck me later, won't you?" Javid smiled. "Oh yes, that I will, Slim, you'll find it worth the wait. Will I piss on you while Nigel's up your ass?" "No, you're both sexy boys and I want to experience you separately, at least the first time, so come and soak me right now." "And he knelt down," said Javid, "and I stood in front of him. 'Where?' I said, and he pointed to his face. 'All over,' he said. Well, we've done this often enough before, so I pulled my foreskin back - they usually love that as it's a different colour underneath - and he bent forward to lick it. Usually when they do that they just need a little encouragement for me to get my cock into their mouth and start pissing, but Slim beat me to it. He opened his mouth, looked at me, and nodded. So I started to piss. He swallowed the first couple of mouthfuls then he just said, 'don't stop' and so I went on pissing - hard, by this time, while he held my cock and aimed it at his chest, his belly, his balls. Then - I'm still pissing - he turned round and I pissed down his back. By the time I was empty he was soaked." "Just how he likes it," I said. Nigel took up the story. "He got on his knees and told me to pissfuck him. I wasn't hard, so I knelt in front of him. 'Get me hard enough to get it in,' I said, so he sucked for a bit - he was good at it and I reckon he'd have made me come if I'd let him, but neither of us wanted that. When it was hard enough to get up him I stuck it in - he'd said he wanted it rammed in fast - and let go. It's funny how long you can piss for up someone's arse - maybe the pipe's a bit squashed or something, but I can empty my bladder in 30 seconds flat in the bog, but it takes a whole lot longer when your cock's misbehaving. I reached round to feel his, and it was hard as hell. Not hugely long, but thick." "If he fucked you after you'll know that that thickness is his trump card," said Graham dreamily. Nigel leaned across and gave his brother a kiss. "Too fucking right." "When you've finished, Nigel, pull out. Javid, will you fuck me then," he said. "I fucked him good and hard but his arse was so full of Nigel's piss that it squirted everywhere. I didn't come for ages, but when I did I really filled him up. He moaned and muttered that he could feel every red hot stream, but I didn't believe him. Spunk isn't red hot even when it's not squirted up an arse full of lukewarm piss. Still, there's no doubt he loved every minute." "What happened then?" asked Charlie, the only person there for whom all this was still unexplored territory. "He stood up, piss and spunk running out of his arse. 'I want to pissfuck one of you now,' he said, 'who's it to be?' I said he should have Nigel this time, but the next time it was going to be me," said Javid. "I knew Graham was going on about what a good fuck he'd had, so letting Nigel go next was only fair." Nigel kissed his boyfriend this time. "Thanks," he whispered. He went on, "it was every bit as good as G said. Big and thick and hot and hard. And I don't know how long it was since he last came -" "47 hours," came several voices "- well, his balls are working overtime then, because I counted half a dozen pulses. He was grasping me like a frog and each time his cock shot another dose he squeezed me. By then I was just about over the line myself and when I reached down to finish myself off he grunted, 'yeah, boy, go for it, let me feel you shoot your load while I'm still up your ass.' As Javid says, he one big sexy stud." "And what you couldn't see was me standing behind him pissing some more over his back," said Javid. At that point we were joined by a happy-looking trio fresh from their shower. Slim stood in front of me. In two nights, Patrick, you and Charlie will be with me in the sling, OK?" "Your will is my command, Colonel," I said. Slim grinned. "Cheeky bugger." "Guilty as charged, Sir." ***** During the following morning Sam appeared at Prince's desk. "What brings you here?" said Prince. "I bear a message from Mr Miles for Colonel Jenks," and he placed a sealed envelope bearing a Cunard crest on Prince's table. Slim wasn't there but Prince said it would be handed to him at the earliest opportunity. There were two junior officers waiting for Slim's return, so the exchange between Sam and Prince was kept formal. Prince raised his eyebrows but Sam shrugged. So Sam didn't know what was in it either. "I was told to give it to him, and if he wasn't there to give it to you. I was told not to wait for a reply. I think he assumed you'd be sent to the Bridge with it." Sam left. Shortly afterwards Slim reappeared and the two officers talked to him for a few minutes. When they had gone Prince gave him the envelope. "Sam brought this while you were out, Sir," he said. Slim looked at the crest and smiled. "What can this be, I wonder ... ah! I take it you don't know what's in it?" "Of course not, how could I?" "It's a request from Mr Miles asking me to meet him this evening. I imagine he wants to know how you are doing in the unofficial service of the US Army." Since Prince could see a trace of a smile, and since they were alone, he was emboldened to smile back. "I hope you'll give a glowing report, Sir - I have worked my hardest for you." "I know, and I hope you will go on doing just that. Now, a reply is needed but I don't think I need to write it down. Will you go to the Bridge, present my compliments to Mr Miles and invite him to come to this office at 1815. I will be free for a few minutes then, and the meeting can be private if that's what he needs." Prince set off to the Bridge, fairly confident that his service to Colonel Jenks would not be the reason for Will's visit. At least, not his service of the kind the other officers knew about. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 132 as we continue on our way to Australia. That voyage, during what Admiral Doenitz called 'the happy time', U-boats were sinking an alarming number of vessels - over 3 million tons in the first eight months of 1942. Queen Mary was due to refuel in Trinidad, but U-boat activity was reported and she diverted to Key West where a new Captain came on board. The Rio events actually happened, and can be found at https://warfarehistorynetwork.com/wwii/voyages-to-victory-rms-queen-mary-war-service upon which I have relied for much of the WW2 chapters. 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 in April. There will be a three-week pause in the wartime adventures of our eight friends - or perhaps their post-war escapades: who knows how quickly the story will develop. Meanwhile, back to Slim ... Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================