Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2019 17:13:06 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys 138 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 138 In the three days still left Jakey stayed down with us. I don't know whether it was the risk of being seen coming down, or just that he needed the security of us lot, but whatever it was he seemed happier. There was no recurrence of the nightmare. Ryan came to visit one evening, and Jakey greeted him like another old friend. He told his stories again, and Ryan was moved by Chip's death. Maybe it was because of that, I don't know, but there was no sexual spark between them, and luckily Ryan picked this up. "Well, Jakey," he said, getting up, "it was great seeing you again. I'm glad you and Esau made it. I have to go back on duty now. I guess you lot have things to do," and he grinned and shook hands with Jakey. Charlie, Prince and I kept carrying food down in all kinds of containers, so he didn't starve. He hopped from bed to bed and never seemed to have enough - maybe he was compensating for the total lack of privacy while he was in Europe. We were due to dock in the afternoon (unlike our peacetime arrival time of early morning) and it had been made clear the day before that there wouldn't be any breakfast provided. The head chef had told those of us serving to bellow periodically that there would be plenty of coffee and rolls, but nothing cooked, and the coffee would be whisked away at 1030. We bellowed as instructed, and I announced before going off duty in the galley that since the provision of coffee and rolls required no doling out, I was not going to be on duty again until we docked. "Once they're all off I'll come and do whatever's wanted, but until then, count me out." I had made sure that Prince, Charlie and Javid were all of the same mind. Thus, at 2200 the night before, there were nine sinners in Cabin 3, drinking beer and helping Jakey to finish up what was left of our al fresco catering. "Tonight," I said, "you're mine, Jakey, so make the most of it." Charlie grinned. "Mine too, please." By 2230 we were all ready for bed. I've no idea what happened between Prince and Graham, and Javid and Nigel - the usual, I assume, like any other married couples. What happened in Cabin 1 was unforgettable, as Charlie and I would often remind each other years later. The beer was all got rid of - tonight was going to be spent in bed, not the shower. We'd even put the sling away - Jakey had spent a record four hours in it a couple of days earlier, and each of us had managed to pay a visit: some brief, some longer, much longer. Jakey, King of the Bottoms, was mine - well, mine and Charlie's - for his last night at sea. It started off ordinarily enough - ordinary, that is, if (like us) you regard fucking another guy as ordinary. Charlie, knowing somehow that it was important to me that I, who had been Jakey's first (on Queen Mary as well as in the barn in Kingston nine years earlier) needed to be his last as well. One of the nice things about our relationship - Charlie's and mine - is that we're both alert to, and tolerant of, the other's daftnesses. So Charlie got down beside Jakey and started to stroke him in the sexy way he does. "Don't move, Jakey," he murmured, "let me do the work." Charlie started at the tip of Jake's left big toe, licking so gently that Jakey could hardly feel it. After all ten toes had been dealt with Jakey was finding it impossible to obey Charlie's instruction not to move, but Charlie chose not to mention this. Up the outside of Jakey's left leg travelled Charlie's tongue ... right leg ... then the jump to Jakey's left shoulder (Jakey jumped too: his eyes were tight shut, blotting out all senses apart from that of touch) ... down his left arm ... fingers ... right shoulder, arm, fingers. All that was left now was Jakey's body, quivering with eagerness. A very soft lips-only kiss and "I think you're enjoying this, Jakey," from Charlie. "Mmm." Left nipple, licked, gently taken between teeth, licked again ... right ... down the centre of his body, stopping short where the faintest trace of stubble began. "Need to deal with that, Patrick, before we let him loose on the youth of America." Left hip bone (not quivering now, but trembling) across above the stubble to right hip bone. "I think he's getting warm, Patrick, will you lift his legs for me." Jakey's sole contribution was to place both hands under his arse to raise it even further towards whatever unseen delight was to befall it. Charlie began Act II. Inside left leg licked with infinite delicacy ... more tongue as he licked nearer the target ... right leg ... left buttock ... right buttock ... (by this time the dribble of precum from Jakey was constant) at last Charlie began to get within sight of his destination. Jakey's perineum had to be licked first ... slowly from the very place where his arse crack disappeared into the flesh at the base of his spine ... slowly, slowly ... jumping over his arse ... back to the base of his spine again ... (Jakey making moaning noises continually now) ... a sudden strong lick of his scrotum ... ("oh, fuck, Charlie") ... another ... another ... "aaaah!" and a fountain of spunk roared up, up, up, painting a white landing strip on Jakey's tanned chest ... spurt, spurt, spurt ... (Charlie paused to let the poor boy catch his breath) ... Charlie wasn't licking any more: his mouth engulfed the still dripping cock and drew the last gallon of spunk ... (shuddering from Jakey) ... "more?" from Charlie ... silent nod from Jakey ... Charlie licked the slowly wilting cock until it was soft and small ... kissed it good-bye ... back to arse ... tongue ... finger ... another, a third ... ("oooh! yesss") ... at last, nearly an hour after he started, Charlie touches the tip of his cock, wet, hot, to Jakey's arsehole ... it opens, welcoming ... Charlie's in, all the way .. he holds it in as far as he can, filling Jakey with white-hot rock-hard joy ... he starts to fuck ... "hard, Charlie, use me" ... Charlie obliges and a minute later the whole cabin is filled with simultaneous orgasms - a huge but hidden one from Charlie and a smaller, but gloriously visible one from Jakey ... Jakey's legs collapse ... Charley collapses. I realise that I haven't breathed for the last hour - or so it feels. Certainly I'm as out of breath as they are. But not so out of breath that I can't cross the cabin and lick Jakey's belly and chest clean again. Charlie smiles drowsily as he watches me at work. When I'm done he generously slips out, allowing me the supreme delight of ten minutes nuzzling happily at Jakey's arse. Charlie's cum, Jakey's arse juices, if the fucking ship turned over now I don't think I'd care. The three of us rested for a while, two of them sated and content. I was happy to wait. It was still well before midnight. Jakey nuzzled Charlie's ear. "I need to talk," he whispered. "Me, or both of us?" murmured Charlie. "Oh, both of you. You're so different that one of you will know what I should do." "Hang on, then," I said, and nipped out to get six more beers. This sounded as though it might be serious. I handed two to each of them and sat down beside them, propping myself in a corner. "Shoot, Jakey." "Chip and I first met last Fall. My unit and his were in a whole mess of people getting ready for what the top brass kept calling 'the big push'. We thought we'd been pushing just fine since we landed a few days after D-Day, but we hadn't pushed big enough. Anyhow, that's not important. At the meal line one day I see this beautiful beautiful boy - blond, slim, gorgeous blue eyes deep enough to drown in, nothing like us Jewboys - and he saw me. I guess you two know about the electricity that just gets you, right out of nowhere?" (we both nodded) "well, this boy and I just had lightning bolts coming out of our eyes and going straight into the other guy's. It's never happened before. I mean, I fucked around with you guys and a good few others, but nothing like this. And we hadn't even spoken to each other. I made damn sure I sat by him. We smiled. 'I'm Jakey.' 'Hi Jakey, I'm Chip.' If Hitler and Eisenhower had walked in and said 'OK, it's over, it's peace now,' I reckon we'd both have told them to fuck off as we had more important things to say to each other. Except we didn't need to say them. Turns out that our units were to be merged, and we'd be in the same billet. Well - things sure were looking up. We walked across to the temporary PX and that took us about 100 years. By the time we got there - it must have been all of quarter of a mile - we knew each other inside out. And we hadn't even touched, not even a handshake. Chip made it crystal clear that he wanted to get it on with me just as much as I did with him, but it was a no-hoper. There wasn't even anywhere to kiss, not even the shithouse." He paused, remembering the moment. "Go on," I said. "I don't know how long it was between you two falling in love and your first fuck, but with Chip and me it was ages. We were both so hot for each other, but there was no way we could do anything. Sure, most of the guys beat off at night, but that was like brushing your teeth - it was a routine thing you did, nothing more. When Chip beat off I used to sneak looks - he had a lovely dick - but you didn't want the other guys to think you were interested. Then one night it was pissing with rain and at about 0200 I woke up needing a piss. I knocked into Chip's cot as I passed it and luckily he woke up and got the picture. The john was some way away and by the time I got there I was pretty wet. I'd looked behind and saw Chip coming behind me. That was going to be it!" He paused again: it was difficult for him. "In the john, in the dark, soaking wet, we kissed frantically for ages, lips, tongues, hands all over bodies, you know the kind of thing. We didn't need to say anything. We got out of our wet things and felt each other's fit body, his hard cock, his foreskin (I was lucky there!), his chest, his ass, his whole fucking body. We were frantic with need. We didn't fuck, but each of us sucked the other one's dick and swallowed his jizz. 'I love you, my brother,' said Chip. 'I've been waiting all my life for you, Chip, and it was worth the wait.' Did you two say crazy things to each other?" "Still do," said Charlie happily. "When we'd done we stayed in the john, sitting on the cold floor holding each other. Then after a while Chip heard footsteps. 'Quick, in the cubicle,' he said, and pushed me towards the door. As I closed it I heard the other guy - no idea who he was - come in. 'Hi Chip,' he said, 'it's like a fucking monsoon out there.' Chip said he was waiting for it to ease a bit before going back. 'You'll wait a long time.' I heard the other guy pissing and when he'd finished I heard him go. I opened the door - Chip had gone. When I got back to the hut, drenched from head to foot, I found Chip towelling himself. Neither of us said anything, but we exchanged a hot look before getting into our cots. I was freezing cold on the outside, but inside I was full of boiling lava. Sex with you guys is Kingston was pretty special, but ... " "I know, Jakey," I said, "there aren't any words. I like cold and lava, that's a nice picture. Did you manage to find anywhere to make love?" He shook his head. "No. We loved each other so much, and we never once made love. Fuck the war." Instinctively Charlie and I both reached for him, as if that would make any difference. Jakey sighed. "You know what, Jakey," I said, "Chip's gone but inside your head he's still there, alive like he always will be. One day you may find electricity again, and when you do Chip will be just as thrilled as you will be. Cling to that, and when lightning strikes, let Chip rejoice with you." Jakey looked at me. "You're daft, Patrick, but you could just be right." Charlie whispered in Jakey's ear, just loud enough for me to hear, "he's quite often right, I've found. I think he's a bit special." I got up. "That beer's got to go," I said, "your choice, Jakey, where that happens." Jakey got up and made a great pantomime of scratching his chin, as though in deep thought. "Come on, " he said after a moment, "I think it's sharing time." Charlie stood up too. "I'll come with you for a piss, but I won't stay: this has to be just the two of you." Charlie has a chaste piss while Jakey and I got into the shower. "See you later," said Charlie, "enjoy it, Jakey." Neither Jakey nor I needed much encouragement in that direction. Jakey knelt. "Give me something to get started," he said, taking my still soft cock in his mouth. I loved the way he still seemed to be fascinated by frills - his tongue (aided a little by fingers) - soon had me all pulled back and ready to go. "Go on," he said. I relaxed and piss was soon filling his mouth as fast as he could swallow. I stopped; I needed to keep plenty back. There was every chance it would end up elsewhere in due course. "My turn," I said, and knelt in front of a nice cut cock, rising from a smooth white belly - the contrast with the rest of him was startling - they must have been doing some serious sun tanning after the war had finished. "Oh Jakey," I said, "we'll miss you like hell," and I gave his cock a long loving lick before getting as much of it as I could where it was needed. "If you're gonna fuck me I'm just gonna empty myself right here," he said. "Mmm." The beer was almost as nice second hand as it had been first time round - but then it usually is. It took a satisfyingly long time for Jakey's bladder to empty. I swallowed the lot. "Come on, then, fuck time," I said. It had been easier in the sling - Jakey's arse had been wide open, as well as being at the right height, and there was no way he could lie on his back in the shower, so he got on his elbows and knees. "Aint had you doin' it doggy-fashion before, Patrick." It was true, but that meant it would be different. Tongue strokes would be the other way up, and access to his cock could only be had by hand. I pissed a little on his back, allowing it to trickle down his perineum ("oh fuck, Patrick, I'm gonna miss this"), I rubbed my cockhead across his arse lips, they opened, I put my cock an inch in ("aaah, that's good"), I pushed it all the way in ("is that lava I can feel, Jakey?" "Yeah, so you'd better hose me down, hadn't you?"). I hosed. The lava hissed and clouds of steam filled the room. I pissed on and soon Jakey overflowed, a piss and lava cocktail shooting out onto my belly and soaking our legs. I put my arms round him, leaning on his back and squeezing. I pissed in, the cocktail oozed out. Time to fuck. I fucked, the cocktail shot out. My right hand reached round for his cock, rock hard and red hot. It was time for a high-speed finish. Piss everywhere ... lava cocktail everywhere ... loud cries (who the fuck cared?) ... spunk pouring up up up into the hot lava field that was Jakey's arse ... jizz spurting out onto the shower floor ... cries of ecstatic delight filling the room ... the others coming in, curious, alarmed or just plain amused ... streams of piss cascading onto my back, Jakey's back, everywhere. "You took your time," said Graham, "Charlie alerted us twenty minutes ago and we've been waiting outside for some sign that we might be welcome." Jakey, piss-covered, stood and embraced them all. "Thanks, guys, I love you all." "There's more," said Prince, "lie on the floor." In the ordinary course of events lying on the shower floor - cold, wet and hard - wasn't something any of us really wanted to do, but the fire in Jakey was still burning bright. On his back spread-eagled he looked up at seven Queen Mary Bell Boys furiously wanking. Only I was a mere spectator: much as I'd like to think I could come twice in five minutes it was a skill I'd lost in my Liverpool days. This was a race though, and seven of us had shot a decent load of spunk onto Jakey within a couple of minutes. I might not have contributed any, but there was no holding me back - or Tim - from the icing on the cake, as it were. While we were busy - and neither of us was in any hurry - Jakey allowed himself to piss gently. A banquet indeed. When it was done we all showered quickly and individually - one minute each - and we were in our beds in couples (a trio in mine) by 0130. ***** Jakey had to report to his bit of the ship at 1200, so at 1130 the eight of us managed to find ourselves back below for a hug and ... another hug. I went up with him. "Tell Chip's folks you loved him," I said, "they need to know their boy died among people who cared. Be brave, Jakey. I hope the nightmares go when you get home. When E gets back give him a fucking great cuddle - no, a fucking great fuck - from me." "And another from Charlie," he said with a sad smile. We were almost in public. We had a last kiss. "Go well, Jakey." ***** We carried GIs home for a while longer, but we never saw anyone we knew, although we kept a good look out for Esau. We carried a lot of civilians across too - the GI brides who has succumbed to the charms of the Americans and had married them and gone to join their husbands and make a new life. When Queen Mary went for the major refit to return her to passenger carrying, stripping out all the war fixtures, cleaning up the vast quantities of chewing gum and the general damage, replacing all the panelling, and generally making her as good as new, we were all paid off. The Queen Mary Bell Boys were far too old to be bell boys any more. Sam and Tim, both obtaining increasingly senior marine qualifications, went on to other ships, but the rest of us started completely new lives. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 139 as we skip to 1965. 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 adventures of our eight friends. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. =============================================================================