Date: Tue, 30 Apr 2019 13:20:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys 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 =============================================================================== Thanks for being patient while I went to drool over that picture again. I am surprised how alike "Tim" and "Patrick" actually are - wholly serendipitous. I hung about, hoping someone would come up and murmur something, but I didn't happen. Postings should be back to normal now. =============================================================================== Chapter 145 Charlie and I went quickly to our Stateroom. If Felix was waiting we didn't want to waste a moment. When we opened the door there he was, sitting on a sofa, still wearing his uniform. "Hello," he said simply, "come and let's get to know each other." He was as forward as I had been over 30 years earlier. "That we will, Felix. I'm Patrick and this is Charlie. We first met as bell boys on Queen Mary's maiden voyage, and we've been together ever since." Felix smiled. "I know. Mr Corrigan briefed us all, and told us about you and what you all did when you were my age." "How old are you, Felix?" asked Charlie. "I'm 18." Charlie laughed. "By the time he was your age, Felix, Patrick had been in business for over three years." "Never mind that," I said, "what matters is that Felix and his colleagues are in the same business we used to be in, so let's do what he asked, and get to know each other. Felix, why don't you let us see you in all your glory." Felix grinned - that was more like it. Felix's glory was all that Charlie or I could have demanded. Either James's information network was brilliant, or he'd just been lucky. Felix, like Robert and Kevin, was slim, lithe, hairless, and possessed of a beautiful 8 inches which no surgeon had been near. Those inches pointed somewhat upward of the horizontal by the time Felix was naked. Felix knew enough about his hosts to turn round and, spreading his feet apart, to touch his toes. Hairless and highly inviting was the arse that greeted our eyes. Charlie and I were soon naked as well and all three of us were in our large bed. "Mmm," said Felix, "I've been looking forward to this," and he dived under the bedclothes. One second later my cock was in his mouth and, to my surprise and delight, I realised that Felix could deep-throat. As you know, this is a skill the Mulloys have never learnt, so I knew that Charlie would be in for a treat when it was his turn. Felix was good - as good as our lot were before the War, and I let myself relax into the orgasm I felt building up. Felix was a pro, and would be able to tell he was about to be blessed with Mulloy spunk. He would know whether he wished to taste it on the way to his stomach, but I thought I would give him a little help by groaning as the last few seconds occurred. As I'd hoped when I groaned he pulled back, and the four jets erupted where they could be savoured. "Mmm," but not said this time. I was stroking his hair, as you do - short sexy hair, like a boy's (no doubt that added to the sensation: he may have been 18 but the lips and tongue, together with the crew cut, could easily have been 14 or 15, still our preferred age and largely unobtainable at home). I gently pulled him up to where I could kiss him, and I was delighted (but not surprised) that Felix kissed as nicely as he sucked. He turned to Charlie. "I want you to fuck me, Charlie," he said simply. Charlie smiled. "I should like that very much, Felix. How would you like it?" "I was told you would choose, but if you really want to know how I would like it then I'll tell you. I like it on my back with my ankles behind your head, and I like it long and slow and deep." Charlie smiled. "He's been well taught, Patrick." Thirty minutes later, when Felix was lying between us, still hot from his second orgasm, we talked. Charlie had done as the boy had asked (after several minutes of rimming to get things nice and ready - wholly unnecessarily as Felix was well-prepared within but, as I've observed before, even a well-greased arse is worth spending time at, especially one as virginal-looking as Felix's) and fucked him long and slow until the final urgent 30 seconds. Felix had come onto his belly during the long deep phase, and as Charlie filled his arse he wanked himself furiously, adding to the trails into which Charlie sank exhausted. As we were going to spend the night, with every likelihood of more excitement before breakfast no-one felt any need to get up to shower. Not then, anyway. It was time to find out more about Felix. Felix, warm, spunky, was happy to talk. There were six of them, Adam, Bruce, Colin, Dustin, Eddie and himself. I rather doubted that any of them had such convenient names, but I wasn't going to waste time finding out. If they - or whoever was behind such generous hospitality: James? - wanted to be A, B and so on, I wasn't bothered. They were there for reasons other than alphabetical felicity. He really was 18, and the others varied from Colin at 16 to Adam at 20. At that very moment, Felix imagined, the others would be engaged as he had been, with others of our group. That was why they were on this voyage. Yes, he said, they were all genuine Queen Mary crew members, at least until we reached California. "Were you really being paid to have sex with passengers?" Charlie laughed. "Oh yes, Patrick always said we were whores. James Corrigan was running a boy brothel and Tim and Patrick were two of the founder members. They were 14." Felix hadn't known how young we'd been. "I soon realised that deep within his pleasant exterior Charlie was a hotbed of lust just waiting to be tapped, and within a couple of weeks we had six of us hard at it. Two of them - lovers, like us - were killed in the War. Sam and Charlie got too old to be of any use in a boy brothel -" Charlie snorted) "- so Tim and I recruited some younger flesh, and that's the rest of our gang on board. Charlie, why don't you answer the rest of his questions - I have work to do." Work was enjoyable down under the bedclothes. Felix's cock, while completely at rest when I first went down to make friends with it, was still redolent with sexy scents, and my lips soon had it perking up nicely. I gave him the full treatment and was pleased that he was soon moaning incoherently. He kicked the bedclothes off - a direct invitation for me to get going on his perineum. The moaning stopped for a few seconds while Felix invited Charlie to kneel over his chest to allow Felix to do to Charlie's cock what I was doing to his. I went slowly for a couple of minutes as I wanted Charlie to have the experience of being deep-throated without the risk of having it bitten off were I to excite Felix too soon. "Oh fuck, Patrick," muttered Charlie as a new experience occurred. I smiled. It was good for a pair of middle-aged men to have new things: perhaps A, B and the others might have this skill too. If Felix made Charlie come as quickly as he'd done it to me I wouldn't have to wait long before the fun started down at my end. I contented myself with long licks and the occasional teasing of his arse lips. Then, after only a few minutes, Charlie unloaded noisily and I could get to work. A finger, a second ("mmm, yes"), a third. The three-finger trick was evidently new to Felix because he reacted instantly, coming without warning up Charlie's back. That was the first cum which didn't cool where it landed. Arthur, that connoisseur of boys' cum, would have been able to add a fresh taste to his collection, for Felix's tasted of vanilla, and the quantity, given that it was his third in an hour, was pretty impressive too. "Felix, you're a treasure," I said, "will we have the pleasure of your company again?" He giggled. "I think that might just be possible, but not tomorrow. I think it's Colin then. It's all been worked out." And more than that he refused to say. He sucked us both off before breakfast too. It was a tight fit getting all three of us in the shower, but we managed. Dried, dressed, and off he went. "I think this is going to be more fun that we bargained for," said Charlie. After breakfast Charlie and I went up on deck. The storm had eased and although it was far from calm it was warm and pleasant. "Do you suppose that James has set up a rota of Felix and the others?" he said. "It certainly looks like it. Very thoughtful of him, I must say. If all of us are to have the pleasure of their company we'll be worn out long before we get there." "I wonder how George will cope. I mean, will Kevin be at the back of his mind all the time he's enjoying whoever each night?" "I've no idea," I said, "but James's generosity gives us the chance to find out. Suppose there had been no entertainment of that kind laid on. By the time we hit Long Beach George would either be dying of love for Kevin, or he wouldn't, and by then it would be too late for my plan. Now, however, his bed will never be empty. After a week he'll have had a night with each of them, and if I'm any judge George will, like the rest of us, be able to say which one he prefers." "And." "And I , or maybe we, can ask him how he feels about Kevin compared with X, whoever X is. Either Kevin is still what's burning him up, or he isn't. If X is fun to fuck which we're all stuck here, and that's as far as it goes, then, so long as George isn't all eaten up with guilt, the plan goes ahead. If X and his fine cock, or arse, or whatever, has blown Kevin away then nothing needs to be done." "What about the passport question." "Oh, that's easy. I was just checking in case we need him to come out to California if one of us is ill and needs help to get home." "A damn funny illness which makes you ask 6 weeks before he might be needed." I grinned. "Yes, but he isn't going to make a fuss, is he?" We saw Tim and Sam coming towards us along the deck. "Who graced your bed?" asked Sam. We admitted to having enjoyed Felix. "What about you?" "Just Felix - on his own?" said Tim, "we had two of them - Adam and Dustin." This was curious, but then I stopped to think about it. At the planning stage James knew he was getting 9 of us - four couples plus George. If he had recruited six boys that meant sometimes two of us would share one boy. Maybe Felix always worked on his own. Tim was clearly thinking along the same lines. "If the boys are for us then that works out very nicely. But are they there for any of the men as well?" "There's only one way to find out," said Charlie, "you'll just have to go back to being Bell Captains, the two of you. Fix up a nice get-together of 9 middle-aged men and 6 willing boys and find out what's what." I agreed. "We're due at James's at 1800 and one of them will be serving drinks. I'll collar him and find out when they can meet us." ***** At 1800 a boy I hadn't encountered before was standing at the bar. It had to be Colin, because he looked about 14, and Colin, advertised by Felix as being 16, was likely to be the nearest in age. I went up to him. "I'm Patrick. You must be Colin." Colin, for it was he, smiled very sweetly. "Yes, Patrick, and I am to be with you and Charlie later tonight." I said that we would both look forward to that. "As shall I, Patrick." He got me my drink and went round the room taking orders. Once that was done he quietly left and James reminded us that there were still some of us with our stories to tell. "Nigel, I think you're next," he said. "I've little to add to what Javid's already told you. After the War I knew I wanted to stay in the communication business, but although I was highly experienced in Queen Mary's wireless room I was ill-equipped to do anything else. Luckily Cunard, like the US forces, paid for discharged crew members to get training, and I spent two years at college in South London. By the time I was qualified in 1949 we both felt that America seemed to offer better chances, and we emigrated. I got a job as a technical gofer at the Chicago Stock Exchange - it was all telephones and cables in those days - and the brokers needed someone who could fix things, and fix them fast. I was bloody lucky, and the economy was booming after the War, so the amount of business skyrocketed. And as the business skyrocketed, so did the phone foul-ups. By 1952 I was the number two in a department of over 20 people, all working for one brokerage house. When Jav set up his own business in 1959 I put in all the technical stuff, and once that was done word got around - it's amazing how frightened really bright people are - earning millions of dollars - by simple things like a phone system not working. I set up as a Consultant and the Stock Exchange just made sure that the work came rolling in. There's a big new thing coming - computers - so I made it my business to understand their quirky little ways as well. And here we are. Two middle-aged gay guys keeping the Middle West going." It was Charlie's turn. He told them how we'd decided to run our own restaurant while we were still on Queen Mary, and how we'd gone about learning how to do it (and how not to do it). By 1955 we reckoned it was time to buy somewhere, and a business in Aylesbury came on the market at the right price. The owner was retiring, so he was keen to make a quick deal rather than hang on for a better price. He had a good clientele, and we've expanded it quite a bit. We aim for really good food really well prepared and cooked - we saw the stupidity of having too big a menu and finding a lot of it going to waste. Aylesbury knows we're queers, or it chooses not to notice. Patrick reckons around half our regulars are queer. It helps, of course, that I need a boy to help in the kitchen." This brought laughter, and the beginning of a blush from George. Ryan's story was similar to ours, except that he was the number 2 chef in a big London hotel. "I have boys to help in the kitchen as well," he said with a grin. "And the bedroom as well?" asked George. "And the bedroom as well, I'm happy to say. And no-one gives a shit. It's like being back on Queen Mary before the War." I said I had little to add to what Charlie had said, but I did tell them the story of Bill and Ben and Kevin's arse. It met, as I had hoped, with much amusement. "You're still a risk-taker then, Patrick?" said James James was last. He had left Queen Mary in 1940 to oversee the conversion, and had remained doing the same thing periodically as Queen Mary and Queen Elizabeth had been re-fitted during, and after, the War. By 1949 he was, in his words, worn out, and had accepted Cunard's offer of early retirement. He was then 53. He had bought a little house in Hampshire "so I can see these beautiful ships now and again, and remember the happy times you beautiful boys had on board". The Cunard Board has got in touch early in 1965 to seek his input to the final voyage "and here you all are, my dears". For a man approaching 72 he looked good, (I say so as a man approaching 97 myself, you understand). "And now these beautiful boys will serve us dinner." Applause greeted this, but the applause was really for James - Sir - for all that he'd done for (and with) us all those years ago. As we rose to get ready for dinner I collared Colin. "Is there a time when all six of you boys are off duty? I'd like to get all of you and all of us together for a talk." "The best time would be after breakfast," he said after a moment's thought. I asked him if he could gather all of them at 10 the next morning. "Of course, Patrick, where?" "Where you're going to spend the night, Colin." He grinned. "I may just stay in bed then." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 146 as Charlie and I sample the unusual, but nevertheless delightful, requirements of the delicious Colin. The story is, of course, fiction, but the photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I first saw them while making a transatlantic crossing in 2017, and had the pleasure of seeing them again in April 2019, smiling at the knowledge of all the things that had befallen the boys since I first saw them, and thought again how cute "I" was. I'm sure he had adventures in real life ... 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