Date: Sun, 9 Jun 2019 10:21:34 +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 =============================================================================== Chapter 157 On the last night of the voyage James had booked the Mauretania Room again, only this time the men weren't invited. "Be there at 1900," he'd said. The nine of us agreed to meet for the last time in one of the bars half an hour before. The 39 days were almost over. The unbearable heat of the tropics - both Atlantic and Pacific - were over. During the War we hadn't been too bothered by the lack of air conditioning on Queen Mary as we'd spent all the time in our cabins without clothes, but we'd become accustomed to more comfort in middle age, and like most of the passengers we were glad to be in somewhat cooler climes. Not that southern California was cold, but it was bearable. So much had happened since we'd left Southampton - Cape Horn (a big disappointment because of the virtually calm waters, enlivened however by the merrymaking on the buses), six sexy lads, catching up with our formers partners in sin, meeting Larry and Jack and Ade. We all knew, though nobody said anything, that after the next day we would never, all nine of us, be together again. We were a subdued lot, each replaying the high points of his journey. Tim stood up. "Snap out of it! There's still 12 hours to be enjoyed. Time enough for parting when we hit dry land. James won't want long faces at his last table." James was not fated to have long faces. Six weeks before we'd left Southampton Tim and I had contacted all the others and we'd agreed to give James a suitable present. Everyone had contributed and I had been charged with making all the arrangements. It was beside me in the bar. "Come on," said Tim, "time to go." The Mauretania Room was set out with ten places round the single table. James was there in his robe when we trooped in, looking tired. The heat always troubled him. Our favourite drinks were brought to us by our favourite boys, aided on this last occasion by two somewhat younger ones. If this had been a Roman Emperor's banquet the boys would have been naked, perhaps with vine leaves in their hair. As this was James's party, not Nero's, the boys were not naked, nor were vine leaves in evidence. Each boy was sporting a leather jock strap, and in no case had more leather than was strictly necessary been used. They, like us, were tanned after so many weeks in the sun (this we knew, of course) but the sight of six gorgeous fit young men bronzed and healthy in skimpy black leather had its inevitable usual effect. The sight of two gorgeous fit young 14-year-olds attired similarly was equally - or perhaps to some of us, even more - stimulating. "I took the liberty of asking the boys to bring the robes from your staterooms," said James, "so please make yourselves more comfortable. You can change through there," and he pointed to an ante-room. This was unexpected, but not unwelcome. As ever Tim was first out of the traps, and he and Sam disappeared, followed by Charlie and me. To my surprise we were followed by Colin, clearly on `now and again' duty with the other two, and Felix. "We are to help you with the robing," said Felix who addressed himself immediately to the familiar task of getting Charlie back to a state of nature. Charlie's embarrassment, not that he, or any of us, were embarrassed by it, had to be gently stroked before it, and Charlie, were enrobed. Colin attended to Sam in the same way. Tim and I exchanged a look, and we agreed that, as middle-aged men, it would be nicer to be helped as our elders had just been. While Felix was attending to me Javid and Nigel came in with Eddy and Bruce in tow, and the same procedure began with them. Nature has been kind to the nine of us, but Gravity had begun to wreak its inevitable toll, and none of us, in our forties, were the stunning sights we'd been as bell boys. Still, we were all in the same boat, so nobody mentioned the slight reduction in our immediate attractiveness. George and Adam were next. I didn't stay as there wasn't room for many people, and as Felix and I were leaving Dustin was holding Prince's hand. "I know you and Nigel aren't interested in sex with me, but you'll surely let me help you disrobe. Besides, I've heard stories, Prince." Prince grinned, "so have we, brother, and for one night only we are willing to taste forbidden fruit." "And I am that fruit?" Nigel nodded. "Then I shall enjoy the last night of our voyage in ways I had not expected," said Dustin as he started to assist with the tiresome business of undoing buttons. When we were all sitting the eight boys turned into waiters and food appeared. The meal was superb, even by Queen Mary standards, but there was better to come. James, as always, found it hard to resist making a speech, and most of us found we had lumps in our throats. He talked about the original recruiting, how Alan, Tim and I had found three others, how all six of us had become loving couples (smiles and kisses were exchanged between us), how Tim and I had been charged with seducing six others with the same almost magical outcome (more kisses), how tragedy had struck three of us (Sam and I, on either side of George, each instinctively squeezed a hand), how happier times must surely lie ahead for all of us, how happy he was that we had agreed to join him on Queen Mary for one last time, how ... and poor James was overcome and could say no more. As one the nine of us rose and cheered. I brought out the present which I'd had under my chair. "James, you have no idea how important you have been in my life, and all of our lives. Without you and your wicked scheme none of us would have met the man of our lives. We owe you, literally, everything we hold dear. Nothing can pay that debt, nor would you wish it to be paid. But we have something which will always remind you of how grateful we all are," and I handed him a book. There were tears in his eyes as he held it, and his eyes were not the only ones. "Thank you, Patrick, thank you, all of you." He opened it. On the flyleaf we'd all written something appropriate, followed by our birth date. The book was photographs of us at various ages from when we'd first joined the ship. Some were photographs we would not have wished our mothers to have seen, but all were of Sir's boys clearly identifiable as such, whether whoring or just being boys having fun. There were photographs of young men, of middle-aged men, sometimes accompanied by ephebes like Robert and Kevin. There were photographs of Vin and Pedro. There was a photograph of all nine of us, the last in the book. James was speechless, able only to mumble his thanks. Felix, Colin and Dustin (putting his jock under immense strain) appeared, each with a bottle of champagne. Eighteen glasses were filled (to the considerable pleasure of Jack and Ade, promoted to being full partners in sin). I proposed a toast to "James Corrigan: a long and happy life." James proposed one to "All my boys: thank you for everything." Then Tim popped up. "To Queen Mary, who brought us all so much fun and kept us safe. May she have a long and happy retirement in Long Beach." More cheers, more tears. James said, "Why don't the seventeen of you go up to the Pool. Charlie, Patrick, I'm sure you remember the way. Good night, my dears, have fun." As I went to the ante-room to get my clothes Colin stopped me. "We've taken them back to your staterooms, come on, robes are fine." We made a strange procession to the pool. When we got there Larry, Will, Ryan and Phil were there. Our last ever night on Queen Mary wasn't going to be greatly taken up with sleep. ***** But you won't hear the details - not this time. There were too many couplings (of all kinds) where it was obvious to both participants that there would never be another. Tears flowed - not quite as freely as spunk, but copious nonetheless. We fucked, we sucked, we came, we pissed, we hugged, we kissed, we wept. ***** We were due to dock in Long Beach at midday on 9 December. There would be a massive welcome from ships of all sizes as we entered the harbour - we'd had a good few of these welcomes in our bell-boy days - and there would be a civic do of some kind on the dockside. Charlie and I knew there would a little extra too - a very excited little extra. The nine of us lined the deck to watch the dock get closer and closer. When we were about 50 yards I saw a figure standing by himself, several yards from anyone else. I nudged Charlie and he squeezed my hand. "He got here then." The figure waved. George, standing several feet from us, peered at the waving figure. Could he believe his eyes? He could. He came and stood behind us, putting an arm round each of our shoulders. "You fucking miracle workers! How on earth did you manage it?" Charlie merely pointed at me. "He's the one who makes things happen - you know that, George." I said nothing; I didn't need to. Thirty minutes later - thirty of the longest minutes George could remember - the nine of us walked down the gangway - the passenger gangway - for the first and last time. Kevin, forgetting that he had travelled 6000-odd miles alone and negotiated getting from the airport to the hotel, regressed to excited little boy and ran forward with his arms outstretched. And George, forgetting that several thousand of the quality of Long Beach society were watching, scooped him up. "I hope they think that's a fond uncle or something," said Javid. "I don't think it matters much," said Nigel, "this is California after all." Luckily the good folk of California were not required to turn a blind eye to any form of inappropriate greeting - all George and Kevin did was hug. The civic dignitaries had no interest in any of us - Queen Mary's officers were what they were after - so we were able to melt into the background. Once we'd collected our luggage and been through immigration and customs we were hanging around in the aimless way you do in such places. James saw us. "Come on," he cried, "I've fixed up a lunch before you all disperse." 'All' turned out to be nine former bell-boys, together with Jack and Ade (and Larry as mother hen). "That will make 13, James, assuming you're joining us," said George, still with Kevin in close formation. "In that case," said James grandly, "I think we might squeeze Kevin in as well." Kevin was stunned by this, as was (to a lesser extent) George. Neither of them knew that I had briefed James about 'that nice boy who seems to be rather important to George'. James was much amused when I explained who Kevin was, and how it was likely that Ade would be taking his place. He smiled. "You're still as inventive as you were 30 and more years ago, Patrick. I hope you know what you're doing." I assured him that all would be well. When we were all sitting down Charlie, who was sitting next to him, told George about the hotel arrangements. "We'll get a cab together after this," he said, "we're all there for two nights." "And you fixed all this up?" "Don't be daft, George, I don't get to fix things up - it was him." I saw a finger point at me and the smile from George. Larry was due to fly back to London with the boys the next day. Charlie and I had ten minutes with Ade, telling him that we would get in touch with his mother and do everything formally. "Luton isn't that far from Aylesbury, and she may want to visit us to see that everything's above board," said Charlie. "Except that it isn't," pointed out our new recruit. "Ah, but it will be when she comes to inspect. Trust me, if Kevin hasn't moved out to George's by then he will have moved into the small bedroom. We're opening again on 20 December - that's in 11 days. We'll probably fly home a few days before. As soon as we're back I'll phone and let you know. In the meantime talk to your mother. Tell her you met these nice men on Queen Mary who want to fill your head with culinary skills and your arse with ... well, you can work it out, can't you." Ade grinned. "Don't worry, Patrick, it'll be fine." We exchanged addresses and phone numbers. The nine of us made our farewells. Prince and Graham were flying westward, having decided that if they didn't go round the world then, they probably never would. Even during the War none of us had crossed the Date Line. Sam and Tim were flying home on the same flight as Larry and the boys. Javid and Nigel were flying home to Chicago the following morning. James was going to stay with the ship for several days to give her new owners a vast amount of information for their guests when she was opened to the public. That left Charlie and me, our kitchen boy and his new lover. ***** That evening, after we'd settled in to the hotel, the four of us met in the bar. "Patrick has had one of his ideas," said Charlie, "and we think you might be interested." I explained and George was immediately up for it. "Great! I've heard so much about the times you spent there. Do they know you're coming?" I shook my head, "we'll just arrive. If there's anyone there we know, that's fine - if not, we go away again." Kevin hadn't a clue what we were talking about - it had never come up in conversation in Aylesbury - but by the time we were ready for bed (in his and George's case at the astonishingly early hour of 2100) he was as briefed as we could make him. "Good night, you two," I said. Two happy lovers smiled at each other. "Yes, it will be," said the younger one confidently. "Well, that's the end of a big chapter," said Charlie as we lay in bed together not long after. "What are we going to do about getting there?" "Fly to New York the day after tomorrow and hire a car. It's only a two-hour drive. It'll be dark by the time we get there so the clever thing will be to get hotel rooms and go visiting the next morning." He squeezed my hand. "I love the way you have everything worked out," he said. I smiled. I miss him no longer saying things like that. The next day we all pottered around, not venturing far from the hotel. LA has a nice climate, but it's not a place to do touristy things in December. Besides, there were better things to do. The four of us had a long talk in the afternoon when we filled Kevin in on Ade. "George has been telling me," he said. "Our plan is that I stay with you until Easter when Ade starts. George is going to sell the Canterbury house and move somewhere where no-one knows him, and then we can live together without any questions asked. Funny how an Uncle George can be so useful." George said that they hadn't planned anywhere specific - "just nowhere near Canterbury, that's all." "And you're happy that Kevin stays with us for another few months?" said Charlie, "I really need him, but you probably need him more." George and Kevin laughed. "I'll expect visiting rights," said George. That was how we left it. Once we got back to Heathrow George would go home to start the process of moving house, and we three would settle down with our pots and pans to help a good number of Aylesbury's citizenry enjoy Christmas. But before then Charlie, George, Kevin and I had other plans. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 158 as four of us head east. The story is, of course, fiction, but the photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real, as are the details of the final voyage. I first saw the boys 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 them since I first saw them, and thought again how cute "I" was. I'm sure he had adventures in real life ... Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. =============================================================================