Date: Thu, 8 Aug 2019 18:54:02 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 174 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 174 In 1997 Charlie and I decided we needed a break. We'd retired many years earlier and moved to a small house where Aylesbury became the countryside - or did then. Each of us kept 15% of the business when Charlie finally hung up his apron in 1986. Ade and Simon had 70% between them and I had arranged a scheme whereby Ade's share gradually reduced to 35% as Simon's increased. By 1997 they were each full equal partners - Ade was 47 and Simon 32. Our holidays since then had been mainly a week or two away, often in places more willing to accommodate, or at least turn a blind eye to, our preferred leisure pursuits. We used to go to a small place in Tangiers each spring where our simple requirements were easily met. A succession of charming Arab boys catered for all our needs; in return we catered for the welfare of the various boys. It's nice to feel that everyone involved was benefiting: two elderly men from the sexual delights of keen brown boys with 14-year-old balls full of spunk to come rushing out of 14-year-old cocks, as well as boys who could then afford the sort of things that boys want - computer games mostly, as far as Charlie and I could tell. That's what the boys seemed to boast about anyway. No doubt their complaisant fathers will have taken a cut, but that was hardly our concern. However, for a change, in August 1997 we presented ourselves at a place where, 61 years before, we had first set foot. Queen Elizabeth 2 was waiting to take us and a large number of other passengers to New York. We were almost as excited as we'd been all those years earlier - neither of us had been in Southampton since Queen Mary's last voyage nearly 30 years before. QE2 was unlike anything in Queen Mary - naval architects had had a lot of new ideas since the '30s - and we gawped as our passengers in 1936 must have gawped. The first couple of days were very pleasant and relaxing. The Atlantic Ocean hadn't changed much. What had changed was the range of social treats to be had in these more relaxed times. There was even a social gathering of queers each afternoon in a gathering charmingly called 'The Friends of Dorothy'. This thinly-disguised code was evidently subtle enough that gentlemen not interested in other gentlemen would have no clue what it was about - thinking perhaps it was some female get-together - whereas we queers were supposed to get the drift immediately and be attracted to Dorothy's charms (or those of her friends at least). Thus shortly after 1600 on the second day of our crossing Charlie and I put our heads round the door. I don't know what we'd hoped to find - luscious boys draped at the bar with cigarette holders and a martini in their hands might have been too much even for Cunard - but what we found were about a dozen other queers, the youngest of whom would not see 40 again. We could hardly back out, so we poured ourselves tea - there was no bar - and sat down to chat. We fell in with a pleasant couple who were on an extended cruise - they were crossing for the fifth time and would spend 3 months on board. Like us they had been disappointed that Dorothy couldn't come up with anything more exciting. Like us, we discovered, their precise requirements and ours were very similar. Naturally we chatted more keenly knowing that. I wondered whether in the several weeks they had already spent on board they had discovered anything of interest, but I wasn't sure how to go about finding out. The rather stiff formality of the Friends of Dorothy's afternoon tea didn't lend itself to the sort of conversation I wanted to have. At 1625, our tea being drunk, I said to Rex (the elder of the two - his partner was Leo, and they were celebrating Leo's 65th birthday on their 3-month cruise) that the cosier atmosphere of a bar would suit Charlie and me better, and would they allow us to buy a bottle of something fizzy to celebrate Leo's birthday. This was immediately accepted. "We don't come in here every day," said Rex, "but once or twice each crossing in case there's anyone interesting." Charlie grinned. "It's funny at our age that 'interesting' can mean 'someone I'd like to have a drink with' whereas thirty years ago it meant 'someone I want to fuck'." Leo said, "how right you are, Charlie. You two sound like our sort all right." We learnt a lot in the next couple of hours. Rex and Leo had a flat in Tangier - by chance only about 30 miles from the place we used to stay in. That discovery led to a very frank exchange about the joys and opportunities of such places, and it was obvious that here were four kindred spirits - all of them well over the age of irresponsibility. It was unlikely that we would meet there, however, because the times of our visits each year were months apart. I caught the waiter's eye and another bottle appeared. When our glasses were refilled Rex leaned forward and said "there's something you might care to know about on this ship." Charlie and I were all ears. "Leo and I were coming out of the Friends of Dorothy on the eastbound crossing a week ago and a most interesting encounter took place. This bar was closed - some repair needed to be done, though it can't have taken long when we were in Southampton. Outside the door were a couple of young Filipino crew members who knew perfectly well what went on in the Friends meetings. Well, to cut a long story short, they liked the look of us and we liked the look of them, and one of them had a key to this room. We talked in here well away from anyone who could overhear. That night they came to our stateroom and we had a lot of fun. Leo added that they had had a lot of fun since then too. There was a pause. "Are you suggesting that they might want to have fun with us too?" I said. Rex said that the two boys were into older men - grandfathers, from the sound of it. Charlie said that we lacked any such qualification, but if age and general demeanour was what the boys wanted we might just about qualify. Leo laughed. "Oh, you'll fit the bill all right. Asiatic boys are very keen on ancestor worship - at least, Kim and Lee are." "They're both 15, by the way," said Rex, "I expect that'll be right up your street." Charlie and I nodded. "When and where do we meet these charmers?" said Charlie. Rex invited us to their stateroom at 2045 after dinner. "The boys get to us at 2115. You can meet them then and if they're keen to take it further I'm sure we can work something out. Are you getting off in New York?" "Yes," I said. "In that case, as we're on for another 4 weeks, we'll take a back seat and let you wear them out yourselves," said Leo. "Are you sure?" They nodded, "yes, we've had a week of them, so a few days will let us recharge our batteries for a non-stop month," said Rex with a smile. By the time dinner was over Charlie and I were more excited than men of our age really ought to be. Here we were, well on in our 70s, about to be given the opportunity of sharing quality time with a pair of 15-year-olds. "It'll be a bit like it was on Queen Mary, only the other way round," I said. Charlie grinned, "with any luck, yes." Leo and Rex welcomed us and we each had a brandy. "This'll steady your nerves," Rex said, "and they'll need steadying when you see these two, believe me." Things could only get better (a slogan with which Charlie and I had become wearyingly familiar in recent months). The tap at the door at 2115 came at last. We stood up. Two pretty Asian boys came in, and stopped short when they saw two strangers. "These are our friends Kim and Lee," said Rex, and turning to the boys, "and these are our friends Charlie and Patrick. They are grandfathers like us." Kim and Lee exchanged looks which went from worried to questioning to agreeing to enthusiastic in three seconds flat. "They want to fuck with us?" said Lee. "They do," said Leo gravely, if you will let them." Much giggling was interpreted as assent to this suggestion. We all sat down. Rex told the boys that they wanted Charlie and me to be the grandfathers until we reached New York, "then you come back to Leo and me, OK?" "OK," said both boys at once. Rex said that in that case we and the grandfather-worshippers should go to our stateroom to sort things out. Farewell kisses between the boys and Rex and Leo were noticeably enthusiastic. "See you in New York," said Leo, "have fun." On reaching our stateroom it seemed only right that we should welcome the boys in the same way that Rex and Leo had bidden them farewell. Kim took my hand in his, Lee taking Charlie's. "We love to do nice things with older gentlemen," said Kim with a most encouraging twinkle in his eye, before leading the gentleman whose hand he was holding to one side of the pushed-together beds. We stood and kissed, as the other pair was doing at the other side of the bed. I started to take off my clothes, but Kim stopped me. "No, no, Parrick," he said, "I do the work, you must just enjoy." No-one had called me Parrick before, and in his Filipino accent it sounded decidedly sexy. I put my hands on his cheeks and told him that I would enjoy everything he did. Within a couple of minutes Charlie and I were relieved of our clothes - clothes which had been gently removed and carefully folded and put neatly aside. "See how good we are as stewards," said Lee, "we're trained to keep passengers' staterooms neat and tidy." "Even when we help gentlemen passengers to make a mess in their staterooms," added Kim. He looked at me. "Shall we make a big mess here, Parrick?" Before I could do more than give a silly big grin Lee echoed Kim. "Sharlee wants a big mess, I think." Once we were naked and the idea of a big mess had been tacitly agreed to, the boys stripped quickly. They looked remarkably like Javid had done at that age all those years ago. Doubtless a skilled Asian doctor could have detected subtle differences between Filipino attributes and those Javid had had, but what I saw (and I suspect Charlie saw too) was two naked slim brown bodies with two hard uncut cocks poking to the ceiling over four promising balls. Kim and Lee turned slowly round, just as Tim and I would have done in much the same place (the Atlantic Ocean) several decades earlier. Their arses were promising too, and as we'd noticed with many Arab boys in Tangiers, much slimmer than our arses had been when we were their age. Were we better fed in 1930s England than these boys were in 1990s Manila? Or did we just lay down what surplus fat we had in out arse cheeks? Idle speculation, Parrick, I thought, especially when Kim and Lee slowly put their feet apart and touched their toes. Our targets were clearly in view. "Do you like, Parrick?" said Kim, smiling as he turned round again. "Oh yes, Kim, very much. Rex told me that you loved being fucked by grandfathers, but he didn't tell me what you like best." I stretched out my arms in a come-hithering way. "Why don't you come and tell me." Behind me I could hear the same movements - were Kim and Lee deliberately acting like spectres in a mirror? Charlie and I were lying on our backs with Kim and Lee between us. Kim snuggled down the bed a little and devoted himself to a thorough - a very thorough - examination of 'your lovely cock, Parrick'. Lee's action was mirroring again, only 'Sharlee's' cock was described as being 'enormous'. I could almost feel Charlie purring. Both my cock and Charlie's responded well to close examination, since the boys' eyes were not the only organs pressed into service in the examining process. Soft lips and insistent tongues gathered up new scents, eliciting enthusiastic sounds from the mouths involved. When your cock is being sucked and teased as mine was by Kim it's well-nigh impossible not to draw your knees up and part your legs. There is no need to say anything: the boy gets the message all right. Arses advertised as open for play rarely pass unplayed-with for long. Kim's fingers ran lightly up my perineum. I leaned over and got the grease out of the bedside drawer. Kim saw and grabbed it. Seconds later greased fingers ran lightly up my perineum, and when I murmured "in, as many as you like" Kim laughed. "I will give you all of me," he said, "but I will do it very very slowly and you will be screaming for more. Do you like that, Parrick?" I put my hands either side of his face, turning his gaze to meet mine. "Yes," I whispered. This old whore was going to enjoy the professional services of one two generations younger. Looking across this old whore wasn't the only one. Kim and Lee must be a double act, for Lee had grabbed the grease from Kim and was, even as I looked across, slowly pushing two long fingers where they were wanted. "Mmm," from Charlie. As we'd got older brown boys had really been the only sex partners we'd wanted, and the buttons they pressed (in our brains as well as up our arses) were pressed a great deal that night. Kim's two fingers went in and unerringly found what they were looking for. His eyes were glued to my cock as he gently rubbed my prostate. My cock gave a lurch and a drop of precum appeared - and disappeared as he squeezed my foreskin between two fingers and transferred his catch to his mouth. "Mmm," from Kim this time. "More fingers." Four were in. Four filled me nicely and for several minutes further drops of nectar were produced, transferred, and consumed. "I love what you're doing, Kim, but I'd love it even more if you got your whole hand in. Can you do that?" Kim crowed with glee. "Parrick, he wants me to fist him, Lee. Does Sharlee like being fisted too?" "Mmm." I hadn't worked out that my Calvinist lover had decided to be a Trappist monk for the duration, but Lee saw no need for anything more than Charlie's 'Mmm' before applying grease to the rest of his lower arm. I was under strict instructions from Kim to 'just enjoy', but no-one had said that I was required to keep still while all the enjoyable things were being visited upon me. In me too. I hadn't been fisted for a long time - Charlie's hands and mine were far too big for either of us to do anything for the other in that department, and Simon for some reason had never ventured into that area. The last person to fist me had been Eddie (and he'd fisted Charlie too) on Queen Mary's final voyage 30 years earlier. That realisation came as rather a shock, one out of which I was jolted by the sudden knowledge that I was about to come. My moans alerted Kim to what was by then irreversible. "Coming," I groaned, just in time for him to get his mouth where it was needed to capture what he described (after he'd savoured and swallowed it) as 'fine hot tasty cum from your fine hot tasty cock, Parrick'. When I'd got my breath back I pulled his face up to mine and kissed him, getting a faint after-taste of what he had so keenly taken in. "When do I get to taste your fresh young cum?" I said. By way of answer Kim knelt on my chest and drew his cock - foreskin retracted by the size and excitement of what lay within - over my lips. I reached for his arse and allowed my fingers to repay the courtesies his had done to me. When I had three in he fell forward onto my chest. Our mouths melted as the nerve endings up his arse responded to what my fingers were telling them. A minute or two of this was all he could take - his mouth left mine long enough for him to say that if I liked he would come in my mouth in a few seconds. I nodded. He put his cock out of sight and my fingers took him over the edge. Strangely, his orgasm was silent. Most boys make a lot of noise (occasionally far more noise than is really safe), but Kim came discretely. Silently, but very generously. If Rex and Leo had been having fun with these two only the night before then Filipino balls were efficient spunk-makers. Kim's cock pulsed seven jets, and when he drew back and I pulled his foreskin forward another few drops oozed out. Naturally they didn't go to waste either. Kim relaxed onto my chest and together we watched what Charlie and Lee were up to. Charlie had come not long after me, and in much the same way. Instead of planting his cock to be sucked as Kim had done Lee had 69ed, continuing gently to tongue Charlie's cock as it softened while making it clear to Charlie that he wanted his arse to be the focus of Charlie's attention. Just as well, because Charlie was a good 9 inches taller and cock-to-mouth 69ing would have been out of the question. Charlie is a first-class rimmer (I think I may have told you this already), and presented with a slim brown boy's arse straight after he'd had a pretty massive cum he knew that there was no hurry to bring the owner of the arse to the same high peak of pleasure. Charlie licked very slowly. Lee quivered. After a few minutes Charlie allowed his hands to part Lee's cheeks to expose the dark lips the boy so urgently wanted Charlie to invade - tongue, fingers, cock, anything. Wise old Charlie was in no hurry. Lee allowed Charlie's cock to slip from his mouth. "Sharlee, I can't control my mouth, you are making me so hot. I might bite you. Do you mind?" he breathed. By way of answer Charlie kissed the boy's arsehole, occasioning another massive quiver (sans dental risk, happily). It was at least 20 minutes later that Charlie told the quivering jelly that was Lee to "get round quickly and lower yourself onto my cock". Lee whipped round (could a jelly whip?) and as soon as he felt Charlie's cock seeking entry dropped like a stone, getting all of Charlie's many inches as far in as he could. "Aaah! Sharlee, you are so big! Now fuck me, fuck me hard!" This Charlie did. Unlike his colleague Lee made a lot of noise as his cock shot an enormous second load onto Charlie, seconds before Charlie's hidden load painted Lee's insides with Highland lava. Lee subsided into the mess, allowing more to trickle out of his arse. The younger me would have attended to all that, but those days were past, and it was almost as sexy to let what trickled trickle. There was always a nice shared shower to look forward to. Lee murmured that Charlie's cock was nearly as big as Rex's, but that what Charlie had done in the long warm-up had been far nicer than anything Rex or Leo had done. "I promise we won't tell them," said Charlie. As you would expect, we fell asleep like that. Sexual exertion at our age inevitably led to sleep, and the exertion both of us (I speak only of the elderly, you understand) had experienced that night had been out of the ordinary. Charlie and I had settled into a nice calm routine, typified more by cuddling and stroking than by energetic fucking, so what we had been called upon to share with Kim and Lee had been somewhat taxing. Delightful, but tiring. Kim and Lee seemed happy to sleep while all four of us reeked of spunk: it was quite like old times. ***** We repeated much of the activities again the following night, swapping partners of course. I had the pleasure of Lee's spunk to taste (subtly different, but no less pleasing) and he mine. By mutual agreement Charlie and I took a night off from active participation the third night while Kim and Lee put on the sort of performance that Tim and I (and others) had put on in the far-off days before the War when we were young and lusty. "Charlie whispered that he remembered with affection an evening when I had had a very erotic twosome in the sling, but he couldn't remember which of our former colleagues had been on the receiving end. Nor could I - but there had been so many: it might even have been Will. "I wonder whatever happened to Will and the others," he said, "we haven't heard anything since we saw them all 30 years ago." We would never know. James Corrigan had died some years earlier, and the Queen Mary grapevine had died with him. On our last night Charlie and I found ourselves under even greater strain, but we came through it manfully. I don't think either of us had come quite as often (or as much) in many years. As we led what we hoped were a satisfyingly exhausted Kim and Lee back to Rex and Leo before breakfast on the last morning in New York we were secretly pleased that we could return to the calmer waters of being a couple of men in their late 70s, cuddling and stroking, and occasionally doing a bit more, but nothing on the scale of what Kim and Lee had driven us to. Rex and Leo took one look at us and laughed. It was only fair - they were mere striplings in their 60s after all. Kim and Lee kissed us all, and we moved out of their lives. =============================================================================== The story concludes in Chapter 175. 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 ... You may have met Kim and Lee (and Rex and Leo) elsewhere: specifically in Chapter 10 of my earlier story Lion-King. If you haven't read this you should be warned that Lion-King is Part 2 of a three-parter (bookended, as the saying is, by Fourteen Again and Ace-Jack: all available in the Adult-Youth section here). Similar ground is covered, you will be pleased to know. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. =============================================================================