Date: Wed, 3 Apr 2019 07:37:28 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 141 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 141 Three months after we received James's letter I was able to write back. "Dear James "We've managed to do as much of the homework you set us as we can. Of the six original sinners and the six in the second tranche there are nine still alive. You know about Alan and Andrew, of course, but you won't know about Vincent. He and George were still together, and Vin was killed trying to stop a knife fight. It was very traumatic for poor George. We saw him a few weeks ago and although it's four years since it happened he's still deeply affected, poor old bugger. "Prince and Graham are in Nigeria doing all sorts of good work, but their relationship is highly illegal there, so they're on hot bricks the whole time. Javid and Nigel are still in Chicago and the rest of us are where we've been for ages. Now that we've rounded up nine willing participants, what do you want us to do? "With love from us both, as always "Patrick and Charlie" "I wonder what will happen next," said Charlie as we put the letter into an envelope. What happened next was a letter from Cunard at Christmas telling us that Queen Mary was making her final voyage from Southampton to Long Beach in California in the autumn of 1967. As former crew members we were being invited to join our former colleagues on the trip as guests of Cunard. The letter went on ... "... James Corrigan has told us that you are in contact with seven other former Bell Boys from before the War, and I would be grateful if you would extend the invitation to each of them on Cunard's behalf. I will reserve nine places for you and your colleagues ..." "Well," said Charlie, "you'll be playing Santa Claus to seven happy people." ***** Queen Mary was due to leave Southampton for the last time on 31 October 1967. We'd invited the other seven to Aylesbury to meet a few days before, and we'd booked a small coach to take us and all our luggage down. The voyage would last 39 days, so there was a lot to take with us. Jav and Nigel flew in from one direction and Prince and Graham from another, and the four of them spent a night at a Heathrow hotel. Tim and Sam came down from York a day earlier and the four of us drove in two cars to Heathrow to pick up the others. George made his own way to Aylesbury the next day - 29 October. I was worried about him - he would always be the odd one out, and however much the rest of us involved him in whatever we were doing, he would always be going to a cabin on his own each night. Charlie and I had had talked endlessly about this (and we discovered that Tim and Sam had as well), but we were no nearer knowing how to deal with it. Charlie had said, "stop worrying, Patrick, just let each day happen." We'd booked three rooms for them in the town's best hotel, but they ate, of course, with us. And after dinner we crowded into the sitting room and brushed away the 20 or more years since we'd all sat together, drinking beer and putting the post-war world to rights. Now, in middle age, we drank whisky, but the world still seemed in need of our collective wisdom. We'd closed the restaurant the week before for seven weeks - the longest we'd ever closed - but Kevin (now 16) had stayed on until the day we were due to leave. The main reason for this was that if Charlie was catering for 8 covers he needed Kevin on hand as usual. The secondary reason was - well, you can work it out for yourselves. Charlie and I had briefed Kevin thoroughly about the seven guests, and he had been fascinated by the tales of our adventures when we were his age. "There are three couples," I said, "you know Tim and Sam, and Javid and Nigel live in Chicago -" "That's where the gangsters are!" he said. I pointed out that there were gangsters all over the place but agreed that Chicago had something of a reputation in that direction "- and Prince and Graham live in Nigeria. Prince is a real prince, but you just call him Prince, like you call us Charlie and Patrick." Kevin is no fool. "That's six. Who's the seventh?" Charlie told him the sad story. As I said, Kevin is no fool. "Am I for George then?" he said simply. "What would you feel about that?" I said. Kevin snorted, "you know me - I'm a horny little bugger, or so you mutter to me at certain moments. If he fancies me and he's your friend of course I'm up for it." The three of us agreed that if any steps were to be taken they must be taken with great care. "If I don't fancy him will you mind?" he asked. "No, Kevin, the House Rule applies. You can say 'no' and that's that." I paused. "So can he, of course." Kevin is relaxed in our company, and once kitchen duties are over we don't stand on ceremony. Neither Charlie nor I was therefore fazed when Kevin's "fuck that for a game of soldiers" indicated that he didn't feel it likely that his charms would go unyearned-for. Just after 11 the six of them got up to go. "Come on, we need to be back by half past, and Kevin, poor lad, looks ready for bed," said Tim, who knew perfectly well what was up. Kevin had busied himself making coffee and being present, but unobtrusive, until at around 10.50 Sam had turned to him and asked how he was enjoying working for us. "You'd only just started when we were last here. Are they being nice to you, Kevin?" Kevin smiled - he has a very sexy smile for special occasions - and said that he was very happy working for us. Tim snorted. "What Sam means is are you enjoying what they get up to with you in bed? Can you keep up?" As well as a very sexy smile Kevin has the most gorgeous blush - but I've told you that already - and no answer was needed. No answer was needed, but that wasn't going to prevent Kevin from making a reply. "One of the things I'm really good at is arithmetic, Tim. I can divide by two really really well. And if I count the grown-ups here and divide by two there's a remainder of one." He got up and went over to George. "There's only one of me too." And he knelt at George's feet and gazed up soulfully with his big puppy-dog eyes. "Have you put him up to this, Patrick?" said Javid. I shook my head and said, "we employ only the brightest, Javid, and Kevin comes at the top of the scale." Charlie smiled happily. "And often too," he said quietly. George was stroking the puppy's hair and the puppy was doing whatever 17-year-old boys do when they're being a small furry animal purring. "You're very generous, you two," he said, "but what about Kevin? Does he get a vote?" The puppy nodded. "That's fine then," said George, "it sounds like you have the same rule we always had." The six of them left for the hotel. Charlie locked up behind them. "Go on, you two," I said, "enjoy yourselves." Kevin took George's hand. "I'll show you your room." he said, "I've made it all nice already." Charlie and I stood at the bottom of the stairs as the two of them went up. "I wonder what will happen," said Charlie as were lying in bed together. "You mean tonight, or after?" "Oh, tonight isn't important - well, only to them - but no, I was wondering ... if Kevin's the first person he's had sex with since Vin, will he be able to handle it when we bugger off in two days and Kevin's left behind?" "You think too far ahead, love," I said, "let them have a night of passion tonight, and another tomorrow. Why worry about 'ever after'?" ***** Kevin appeared in our bedroom just before 8 the next morning. That was when we usually got up, and habits die hard. "Why are you up?" I said sleepily, "there's nothing to do today. Is he still asleep?" Kevin nodded. "Well, go back and be a nice host. Tell him breakfast's at 9, and Charlie doesn't need your help in preparing it." Kevin grinned. "Thanks. We'll put the next half hour to good use," and off he went back to George. Charlie, lying awake, had heard all this but had said nothing. "That's good," he said, "they seem to be having a nice time." "A night with that boy can't be anything other than a nice time, and with any luck George will be a lot happier than he was 24 hours ago." A hand crept down and, finding my cock hard, the hand squeezed gently. "Do you realise," said the hand's owner, "that you and I haven't slept in this bed, just the two of us, for ages?" "Mmm," I said, "let's make the most of the lodger playing away." When George appeared for breakfast it wasn't hard to see that he had not had nine hours of uninterrupted slumber. "I'd forgotten how unstoppably energetic we were back when we were his age," he said. "Vin and I slowed down - I imagine you two were the same." I nodded. "We still felt the same - more so - but we didn't need to express is quite as often or as vigorously." I grinned. "He can't get enough, can he? He's been here since just before his 15th birthday, and he never ceases to astonish us. Were we as insatiable at his age?" "How old is he anyway?" "He's 16, George, at his prime of virility almost. They say you start going downhill at 19." "Well, there's no sign of downhill yet, as I'm sure you and Charlie are well aware." Charlie came in at that point. "No, he keeps us young, that one. There's never a moment's peace for us old men." He put a dish of bacon and sausages on the table. "You're practically family, so it's help yourself, George. I'll be back with the rest in a moment." Kevin came in with toast and coffee and sat at the fourth place. When Charlie brought scrambled eggs and tomatoes the party was complete. "This is nice," said George, helping himself to things, "I like the way you three blur the margins." "What does that mean?" asked Kevin. "Well, look at you," said George, "are you the hired help, or a guest, or a member of the family - or are you, like Patrick was so fond of calling us all before the War, a whore? Don't get me wrong, Kevin, I like you in all those guises, but you have to admit that the boundaries are fuzzy." Kevin grinned. "I think I fit into all those, and maybe another as well." He didn't elucidate. Instead he turned to Charlie. "What's the plan for today, Charlie?" Charlie said that the other six were expected after breakfast and that the nine of us were probably going to spend the day catching up with what we'd all been up to. "The nine of us haven't been together since 1939, Kevin, and that's a lot of catching up to do. You and I will prepare dinner, as usual, only tonight we will all eat together, you included. How about you think about a menu where that can happen. You and I eat with our guests and we also cook it. Tell you what - it's now 9.25. After breakfast Patrick and I will clear up while you go and think. At 11 you can tell me what you've decided, and if I agree we'll go out to buy what you need. OK?" Kevin looked pleased. "Thanks, Charlie. I won't let you down." The other six appeared while Charlie and I were still clearing breakfast. When he heard them coming Kevin scooted into the kitchen. "They're here," he hissed, "I need time to think and I know that if they see me some of them might get frisky." Charlie laughed. "You have a high opinion of yourself." Kevin wasn't going to let that go. "Only because you and Patrick reinforce it every night." "You finish up here," I said, "and I'll go and see what they want to do." Five minutes later Charlie appeared with coffee. "Well, what's the plan?" When they'd all got a coffee Tim asked George what had happened after they had gone. "Can't you guess?" said George, "Patrick and Charlie very kindly lent me their hot water bottle, and very hot he was." He suddenly stopped. The silence grew. Then, "I don't know how much you know about Vin." Tim said, "Patrick told us all after they went to stay with you. It must have been awful." George smiled bleakly. "It was. Not just Vin - that was bad enough - but the boy killing himself made the whole thing - I don't know - just so bloody pointless. I couldn't see any point in going on. But you do, of course, go on, I mean. One day follows another and before you know it a whole week has passed, then a month, then ... well, I'm still here. And before any of you nosy bastards asks, no, I haven't had another relationship, or even a quick fuck, since then. It's been over 6 years. Last night ... last night was - oh, fuck it, why is it so difficult to say? - last night was the first time. Your boy Kevin managed, by simply taking my hand and literally dragging me to bed, to unlock the padlock I'd allowed to be fixed on me. Would you believe that a kid of 16 could do that?" Seven of us nodded sagely. "Oh, stop being so fucking wise, the lot of you," but he was grinning, "it's true. When he took me to bed - it was that way round, believe me - I thought it would be special. It was. But what was even more special was that this boy, this 16-year-old, somehow made me open up about my feelings. About Vin, about life without him, about guilt for Pedro, about my feeling worthless." Another silence. "What did you tell him?" Charlie and I both said together, "nothing." "He's a good kid, sensitive and intelligent. He's outstanding in bed, but you've discovered that. I had no idea he was a good listener in the way you describe," said Charlie, "the reason he's here is that he has the makings of a first class chef. The rest is a bonus." I chuckled. "A very big bonus, as you found out, George." We were no further forward about how our guests wished to spend the day, but as it was a warm late October day we managed to persuade them that the fleshpots of Aylesbury were worth seeing. "And those are?" asked Sam, "we've not heard about them before." "Fleshpots is maybe a bit strong," said Charlie, but there's always Coombe Hill. Coombe Hill was agreed as a destination, the decision helped by the fact that there was an excellent pub there to aid recovery from the exertion of climbing and the excitement of the resulting view. "We leave at 1130," I said, "Charlie and Kevin have to put their heads together about dinner. Kevin is in the kitchen working out a menu which he and Charlie can cook and - here's the tricky bit - which allows them both to eat with us." "It will be a good test for him - see how he can use his imagination," said Charlie. At 1045 Kevin put his head round the door. "I'm ready, Charlie." Charlie went off to see what he'd come up with. Ten minutes he reappeared looking very pleased. "He's really good, Patrick. We have someone who's going to be a big rival when he opens Chez Kevin in 10 years' time." "Let's hope he does it miles away then. What does he suggest?" Charlie shook his head. "Oh no, that wouldn't be fair to the boy. You'll find out - you'll all find out - at what we used to call 1930. He and I need to buy a few things, but we'll be back in half an hour." And that was that, it seemed. At 1130 we were ready to set off "up this mountain of yours," as Prince put it. "Is Kevin coming?" said George, understandably keen to spend more time with him. Charlie shook his head. "No, he's got quite a lot to do, and he'll learn a great deal by having to do it all himself. So long as I'm back by tea-time to give him a hand if he needs it everything'll be fine. He and I will work together from 1700 or so. It's easy enough for me to cater for this many, but he's not had to do it before. Now, come on, I need a beer and before I get a beer we've got to climb Mount Impossible." The walk was pleasant; the view stunning in the clear dry autumn air; the beer excellent. Buckinghamshire was at its best that day. By mutual agreement the other six left us at the door of their hotel. "It'll be an even bigger surprise if we can't smell the cooking," said Javid. They said they'd be back at seven. None of this 1900 nonsense for them. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 142 as the final voyage approaches. 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 10 days. 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. =============================================================================