Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2019 08:04:32 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 171 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 171 Simon hadn't expected that, but to his credit he managed to put down the tray with the coffee before emotion got the better of him. "Oh, Ade," he said. There wasn't a great deal which needed adding: Charlie and I had been there, and at his age, and Ade just held out his hands. Their embrace took both of us back to an upper deck on Queen Mary, the only difference being that we were alone when it had happened. I got up to deal with the coffee while the two of them hugged, at last acknowledging what they both felt. After a minute or two Charlie asked if this had been long coming. They broke apart, and each looked at the other. Then, as one, they both said, "yesterday." Charlie gave them a few minutes before he reminded Simon that the clock was still ticking on the plan for his first attempt. "I'll give you another 5 minutes, Simon." "I don't need it, Charlie, I've done what you asked." I saw Charlie's reaction to this - if Simon had indeed done what Charlie had given him 25 minutes to do in less than 20 and made coffee at the same time he was going to be a real asset to any kitchen. "Well done, Simon, let's hear it then." Simon rattled off the ingredients: flour, suet, beef, kidney, stock. Charlie had given him something fairly straightforward, but still testing for a beginner. "We need beef and kidney. There's plenty of the other stuff in the larder. It will take 4 hours to cook, and maybe half an hour's preparation, so if we're to eat at 1800 we should start at around 1330." Charlie nodded. "I agree. What about vegetables?" Simon said he thought that steak & kidney pud was fairly heavy, so simple potatoes would be best. "Not roast, certainly. We're too early for new ones, so boiled, I think. Carrots and string beans. They can all be done while the pudding is boiling." "OK. Go and buy the meat and vegetables tomorrow morning. The shopkeepers should know you by now." Ade nodded, "yes, I've made sure of that. They won't try anything fancy." ***** Simon passed his first test with flying colours: the test, that is, of how he dealt with Ade, whom he now officially loved, in the presence of Charlie and me in upstairs conditions that night. He and Ade had spent several minutes alone while Charlie 'helped' me in the office after we'd closed, and by the time we were all ready for bed he said his piece. "Charlie, Patrick, I've had a wonderful three weeks. You've taught me so much in the kitchen - you too, Ade - and I know this is what I want to do as soon as I leave school. Upstairs has been magic too, but I don't think you need me to tell you that. I don't know how Ade and I are going to go on seeing each other when I go back home to Luton, but we'll find a way. Maybe Uncle Jeremy will make it easy. He and David are bound to want to hear all the juicy details of my time here." I interrupted him. "Leave them to me," I said, "but go on." "Patrick, you've told me some of what you and Charlie got up to when you were bell boys on Queen Mary, and the important bit is that while you loved each other you still wanted to fuck around with other bell boys and men. That's how I feel with Ade, and with you two. My being fucked by you doesn't make Ade feel jealous, so please can we go on as we were?" As I said, flying colours. Ade was first that night, but Simon was keen to be fucked by Charlie and by me. Were we as insatiable at that age? I can't remember, and I can't ask Tim. The trial steak & kidney pudding went well too. Simon got everything ready and Charlie stood over him giving instructions. Simon did all the work, stopping only - as Charlie always insisted with kitchen boys - to make careful notes of everything he did. "That way if it works you've got the basis of a set of recipes of your own, and if something's wrong there a good chance you can work back and see where there was something you need to change." Charlie asked Simon what he thought after we'd finished eating it. "The pudding's heavy, but I don't see a way of lightening it." Charlie nodded. There isn't: it's a heavy recipe for a cold winter's night. All you can do is keep the rest of the meal as light as you can. If you can find new potatoes that might be worth trying." Simon grinned - praise from Charlie was usually accompanied by a suggestion to try something different - "I'll go on Wednesday morning, and I'll get the meat as well. Was there enough?" Knowing that Charlie would turn the question straight back on him I though he needed praise from someone who had had no part in the dish. "I thought it was fine, Simon, and I wouldn't change a thing. Now you can help me. What wine should I recommend to go with it?" ***** That night I suggested that Ade and Simon might care to sleep in the rarely-used spare bed. "One night only, mind, we're not giving up on young flesh for long." Judging from the noises their merrymaking lasted longer - or perhaps just recurred more often - that Charlie's and mine in a bed that seemed strangely large to us. "Do you remember ..." started Charlie, but I put my fingers to his lips. He smiled. "No, you're right. We had vastly more fun when we were that age." "Those ages, Charlie. Whores as teenagers and starting out to learn to be what we are now when we were Ade's age. And not a moment regretted." "Not quite true," murmured Charlie, "you've forgotten the terror when we nearly turned turtle." It was true: I had. The memory, like all really hellish memories, lay hidden. "Still, I remember the cuddle we had afterwards amid all the broken plates and things. You weren't dead; I wasn't dead; nothing could touch us after that. Do you remember how shocked Tim and Sam were when Javid and Prince told us they'd celebrated not being dead by having a thanksgiving fuck on the floor where they'd been flung out of bed?" Charlie laughed, "I'd forgotten that, and from the sound of things there's a thanksgiving fuck going on next door too." ***** Wednesday - Simon's big day - started well. The four of us had shared our bed the night before, and after their exertions the previous night neither Ade nor Simon did more than cuddle. I woke early to the pleasing sensation of a pair of lips on my cock. Looking across the pillows the only head I couldn't see was Simon's. I relaxed, knowing that the next five minutes would be good. Simon had become a very good cock-sucker, and as he enjoyed giving as much as the rest of us enjoyed receiving I knew that we were both happy to greet the day like that. Something - perhaps Simon adjusting his position - woke Ade who, seeing what was going on, decided he would do for Charlie what Simon was doing for me. There was a lot of under-the-bedclothes squirming going on while two old men lay happily letting familiar sensations build up and deliver their familiar, but always delightful, consequences. I can first, flooding Simon's mouth, but Charlie was only 20 seconds later (we were kissing deeply as he did so, and if you've never been kissing someone at the moment he cums I recommend it). Under the bedclothes two lumps moved together as they kissed also. A healthy shared draught of mixed Mulloy protein was not their usual start to the day, but then today wasn't going to be a usual kind of day. As soon as breakfast - the real one, that is - was over Simon took himself off to buy what he needed. He wouldn't start the prep until well after lunch as Bill and Ben weren't due until 1930. Simon had calculated that the pudding would be brought to the table at 2000, and had done his sums working backwards from there. He and I had talked about the wine and I'd remembered that I had promised them something special. I went down to the cellar and brought up three bottles of a good 1971 claret which would go well with cheese as well if that's what they selected (as it usually was). ***** This story is in danger of becoming a page from a Diary of a Retired Restaurateur, so I won't detail the afternoon's labours, and how Charlie and Ade managed to let the boy have free range of what they saw as their kitchen. Bill and Ben arrived at 1930, by which time three other tables were already well on their way. Ade came out and took their order, returning shortly after with their habitual La Ina and nibbles. Wisely, knowing that Kate and Sidney were to follow, they chose a simple cold starter. At 2000 Kate and Sidney appeared, borne in by a proud Simon. Normally of course a portion would have been plated in the kitchen, but Charlie and Ade had been adamant that the whole thing, in all its glory, should be set before Jeremy by his nephew. Simon's pride was entirely justified: it looked delicious (I had seen it in the kitchen and had held the door open lest Simon drop the lot). Ade followed with new potatoes, carrots and beans. Ade's pride must have matched Simon's, but it was more successfully hidden. "Did you do this, Simon?" asked his uncle. Simon nodded, "all my own work. Charlie and I had a practice run on Monday," and he scurried back to the kitchen. Other diners had heard this exchange and there were smiles after Simon had fled. Ade made a general explanation to the room that Simon was with us on a month's work experience, and this was his test piece. "That looks delicious," said the woman at the next table. (Jeremy told me later that he thought for a moment that she was talking about Simon.) As expected they ordered our famous - Charlie's famous - cheese board. Cheese trolley would be a better description. As our reputation had grown the cheese selection had been a big part of it. By that time we needed a trolley, and on that occasion there must have been 20 or so cheeses on it. (We had great fun with the proprietor of the local cheese shop, who was as interested in our explorations as we were.) The standard ration was four pieces, but anyone who asked for more got more: that way our reputation for generosity grew. Both Jeremy and David were old hands with our cheeses, and each of them chose five from the trolley Ade had wheeled in. Good crusty bread and the second bottle of claret were served as well. The last couple were paying their bill when the cheese arrived, and five minutes later they were gone. Ade and Simon came in to clear the three tables. I'd already asked Ade to put a fresh cloth on the large table (which seated six) and to lay six coffee cups and six glasses and side plates. Neither Jeremy nor David paid any attention to what Ade and Simon were actually doing, but they were certainly paying attention to Simon as he busied himself. Thus it came as rather a surprise to them when Ade came in with cream and set it on the big table. "Why don't you move over here." I said to Jeremy, "then we can join you for coffee." As they were moving across Simon came in with a bowl of fruit and nuts. "Would you sit here, Uncle Jeremy, and David here," said Simon, faithfully carrying out my instructions. Ade poured coffee for six and I collared the second bottle and placed it beside the third, still untouched, on the table. Charlie came in and the party was complete. Sitting round the table were six people: I in my dinner jacket, on my right Charlie in his uniform, then Jeremy, David, Ade in his uniform and Simon on my left. I gave the full bottle to Charlie and filled my glass from the other, giving the rest (about half a glass) to Simon. "Are you a drinker now, Simon?" asked his uncle. Simon indicated that a claret as good as the one on the table wouldn't be sneezed at by someone who had learnt as much as he had in the preceding three weeks "I'll take that as a 'yes' then," said Jeremy, and poured himself a generous glassful, passing the bottle on to David. The fruit and nuts went round and everyone relaxed. Jeremy asked Charlie how Simon had done and Charlie grinned. "I can't tell you, Jeremy, because I promised a report to Clive, and I really ought not to pre-empt what I'm going to say to him. I think I can give you an indication though." This was the cue for Simon to go through to the kitchen - we knew Jeremy had been bound to ask. "Where's he gone?" said Jeremy. "To get your bill," I said, "I thought it best to get you to pay before we get to the end of the third bottle." David laughed, "that way he's still able to sign the credit card slip." It didn't take two minutes for Simon to prepare the bill: I'd done that earlier. It did, however, take him two minutes to strip and put on the smallest apron we had, and it was thus that he returned bearing the bill and his arse. "Oh my goodness!" exclaimed Jeremy, "here he is in all his glory. Come and stand between us, Simon." Simon laid the bill in front of his uncle. Jeremy and David both allowed a hand to venture under the apron to reacquaint itself with parts with which they were so familiar. This was the tricky moment, and when the four of us had discussed it that morning we weren't certain how it would be received. "That's nice," murmured Simon, allowing them 15 seconds before moving away to sit between Ade and me. His erection, hidden but prominent under his apron, led the way. Ade reminded them that he had paraded naked before them many years earlier. "We remember, Ade. We speak of it often on the cold winter nights," said Jeremy, "are you about to let us see how you've grown since you were just a boy?" Ade smiled. "I might do just that, but I've something to tell you first." Simon got up and stood beside Ade. "He's my boyfriend," said Ade. "And we love each other," added Simon quickly, "and you mustn't be cross, uncle, and you mustn't tell Mum and Dad." David roared with laughter. "You owe me £25, Jeremy, I told you someone would end up with the boy." David's reaction made it impossible for Jeremy to say anything negative - they'd clearly discussed the matter. Charlie turned to Jeremy. "This happened at the weekend. You must have guessed that all four of us have been enjoying fucking about since Simon got here. He's been very honourable about what you and he got up to - no details have been sought or given - and I imagine he will be as circumspect about what happens here. We've had a succession of kitchen boys, as you know, and Simon has performed the extra-curricular duties with an abandon which sets him apart from the rest." Ade gave a discreet cough. "Almost all the rest," corrected Charlie, "that's why when the two of them told Patrick and me that they were in love we couldn't have been happier." Jeremy looked dubious. I put my oar in. "Their being in love - just like Charlie and I have been for almost 50 years - doesn't mean that any of us feels monogamous: far from it. Not to put too fine a point on it, we all fuck each other as keenly as we did when Simon first arrived. Simon, tell them." "Jeremy, David, you've been fucking me for two years. In two days I'll be going home. If you don't go on fucking me my arse might heal up, and that would be a shame." Jeremy, who had noted that with the absence of the word 'uncle' a new, more equal, relationship was being forged, smiled happily. "That will be fun, but what about Ade?" Ade said that he was happy for things to continue as they had been. "Charlie is being coy about what he's going to tell Simon's parents, but I think we'll be having him back. But that won't be until he leaves school when he's 16." Simon grinned - he had known the outcome of his trial since that morning. "What Ade gets out of it is that he gets to fuck me at your place - just the two of us. You two can fuck me when Ade's not there. It's only for a year, and after that I'll be living here with him." Emotional overload for the poor boy, who buried his face in Ade's chest. "Well, Jeremy dear, what do you make of that? I think it's a fine idea," said David, "and if we are allowed to continue to enjoy the 15-year-old he'll soon be I think that allowing Ade access isn't too much to ask of us." Jeremy smiled. "We are in no position to deny you access, Ade, and I'm glad that you are willing to share him." Simon had recovered sufficiently to point out that while he was happy for his body to be used by everybody round the table, his mind was his own and his heart was Ade's. That shut Bill and Ben up. Ade stood up and he and Simon, the apron doing nothing to hide anything, went into the kitchen. "Is Ade OK with that?" said Jeremy anxiously, "I don't think I would be in his position." I said that he needn't worry on that score. "The house rules here are drawn very generously. Ade hasn't objected, indeed he knows perfectly well that the only access he's going to have to - you heard him - his boyfriend is through you two. The four of us have shared a bed most nights, but I imagine if the two of them are going to sleep together occasionally they'll want to be just the two of them." "Of course," said David, "we were young once too. We know how it works." At that point Ade and Simon came back. I reminded Jeremy that I had promised that everything would be revealed. Ade and Simon stood hand in hand, both naked, both entirely smooth, both erect, both smiling, both filled with the joy of being with the person he loved. Four old queers rose as one and clapped. Ade and Simon turned to each other: they embraced, erections comfortably snuggled against the other's familiar loved body. They kissed. Two old queer couples embraced and kissed too. Erections, if present, remained decently hidden - it was the kids' might after all. The world continued to spin on its untroubled way. ***** On the Friday when Clive and Margaret came to collect Simon Charlie and I sat in the office with them while Simon and Ade were in the kitchen. "He has shown considerable talent and enthusiasm," said Charlie, "and Patrick and I agree that of all the young lads we've had he's one of the most promising. We will be very pleased to offer him a full-time position here as soon as he leaves school." "Oh, I'm so pleased," said Margaret, "that will be at Easter next year." I said that while he couldn't work here until then we would like to offer him holiday employment in the summer, and, if he were willing, weekend work as well. Clive said he was very pleased to hear that Simon was giving satisfaction, and that he and Margaret would discuss the possibility of weekend work. "Oh don't be silly, dear," said Margaret, pricking the silly fool's pomposity, "you know perfectly well that there won't be a moment's peace if we stand in Simon's way," and turning to Charlie said simply, "thank you so much. I'm sure he'll be straight back a week today." And off the three of them went. Ade was delighted to know that Simon would be back in only 7 days, and even more delighted when we told him that if he was only going to have Simon sleeping with him for two nights he could do so in the spare room. "But just occasionally ..." I added. Ade gave us both a big sloppy kiss. "Of course. And you've got me five nights a week, remember." How could we forget? =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 172 as Simon becomes a fixture. 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. =============================================================================