Date: Thu, 24 May 2018 13:47:13 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 52 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 52 The four of us awoke early the next morning. Falling asleep in a heap of sexually satisfied bodies is all very well, but as soon as one of moves, or needs a piss, inevitably everybody wakes. It was still dark - not yet 7 o'clock - but Ryan and Charlie decided they might as well get up and start breakfast. Jakey and I offered to help, but were told that help would be much more welcome in 20 minutes when more hands would be needed. "I'm sure you can amuse each other until then," said Charlie with a smile, stroking my chin as he and Ryan went for a quick shower. We didn't know it then, but that Sunday was going to change a lot of plans. Jakey and I did amuse each other, but not immediately in the way Charlie was suggesting. Jakey was curious about Queen Mary, about who we were, what we did, and everything I could tell him. Luckily there was plenty to interest him about the everyday aspect of our lives as bell boys, so Sir's dark enterprise was not mentioned, nor was Phil's. "Why are you all here then?" I explained about the storm and the damage, and how Queen Mary was being mended and all sorts of things done to make it safer for the passengers if another storm came along. "And you'll be going back when it's ready?" "Yes," I said, "and Phil thinks that'll be in maybe two weeks. We'll still be here for Thanksgiving, but we don't know how long after that." Jakey was very quiet. I could tell he was going to miss us. "Cheer up," I said, "we got plenty of time for more wickedness." He grinned, and lifted the bedclothes to allow us both to notice that we were each primed for wickedness right then. "Come on," he said, "let's do that 69 thing." As a good host I couldn't refuse. When we got out of bed ten minutes later to have a quick shower we each felt the day had started well. While we were showering Charlie had been to rouse the rest of them, suggesting that the dress code for this particular meal was informal. "Eh?" came from Larry. "It'll be ready in two minutes so don't waste time getting smart. Come as you are," said Charlie over his shoulder, "chop chop!" I overheard this as Jakey and I trotted back naked, our cocks returned to a decent state of innocent-boy softness. "What's 'chop chop'?" "One of the guys in the galley says it - apparently it's slang Chinese for get a move on." I didn't know I had an intellectual for a lover. That Sunday morning breakfast was eaten by a motley crew. Charlie and Ryan were properly dressed, as were Jakey and I. Larry, obeying Charlie's injunction to come as he was, did. Naked. Phil and both the As were in just pants. Sam, Tim and Esau arrived a few minutes after the others, still showing signs of recent activity. Esau's wide beaming face told its own story. "All of it?" I asked Tim quietly. He nodded. "Jakey'll be jealous," he said. I pointed out that since we didn't have to hand them back until 4 Sam would have plenty of time to gather himself before fucking Jakey as well. It was not to be. Not that day, anyway. Despite the best endeavours of Father Corrigan (or perhaps because of his very best endeavours) neither Tim nor I held any remaining vestigial notion that there might be anything in the idea of Providence. It can't have been Providence therefore which ordained that when Rueben suddenly appeared in his car about an hour after breakfast that all eleven of us were respectably dressed and no-one was even remotely engaged in doing anything inappropriate. The place was tidy, and even the sleeping quarters would have passed parental scrutiny. Clearly we had had a narrow escape. Equally clearly something was wrong. The sound of a car had alerted all of us: no car had come along the track since we'd arrived a few weeks earlier. Rueben leapt out. "Where's Phil?" Phil came running out. "What's the matter, Rueben?" "Sarah's sister's been taken ill and has been rushed to hospital in Albany. I don't know any more than that. I need the boys at home until we know what's happening." He turned to Jakey and Esau, "sorry, boys, your fun's got to end early, but Aunt Miriam's very poorly and Ma's gone with her. Come on." Tim and I helped them to get their stuff together and within five minutes they were gone. For good, as far as any of us knew. Rueben's parting words had been "thanks, guys, I hope you've had fun with these terrors. Call in when you're in town next week. Thanks," and they were gone. Two small sad white faces looked out. ***** On the Wednesday it was one of Phil's days to phone New York for a progress report. Naturally we all insisted on coming with him. We'd had a very subdued few days, and although none of us would have willingly admitted it, we were more fond of our new friends that we'd expected. When we reached Kingston Phil went to the Post Office to phone while the rest of us raided the store. When we'd loaded up and went to pay the counter clerk, who knew us a regulars now, asked if we'd heard about the sad news. "No," said Ryan, "we've not been in town for a few days." "Sarah Fishbein's sister nearly died in hospital. She's pulled through, but she'll be very poorly for a long time." Ryan murmured some suitable response, we knew the family slightly, that sort of thing. "Yes," went on the clerk, "Rueben's in a right state as Sarah really needs to be with Miriam and Rueben wants to be with her. Poor man doesn't know what to do, what with three kids." As we left the store I turned to Ryan and Larry. "Why don't you tell Rueben that they can stay with us while he goes off to Albany? Is it far?" The two men looked at each other. "Let's see what Phil says," said Larry, "he's in charge, but I see no reason why we can't. There's school, of course, but we can get them into town each day." Although neither Ryan nor Larry had any idea that Cy might - if I was right - be an interesting addition to the guest list the idea of another teenager didn't bother them. Phil came back to the bus. "They want us back on Monday 30th," he said, "we've to board at 1600 and we'll be sailing probably on the Wednesday." Larry told him the news about Miriam. "Right, we'll go and see Rueben now and I'll see what he thinks. Good idea, Patrick. You're a cunning little bugger," but he said it with a smile. When we got to the farm a boy of 16 or so was sitting on the front porch. Phil got out. "You must be Cy, right?" Cy leapt up. "Yup. You looking for Pa?" Phil nodded and Cy yelled into the house. Rueben came out. Phil said that we'd been at the store and heard that Miriam had pulled though all right. "Yes, it was appendicitis and it was touch and go, they told us. Sarah will look after her in Albany when they let her out." Phil asked how far away that was. "Oh, 40 miles or so. I want to be with them, but I can't leave the boys." "Yes, you can, Rueben," said Phil, "we'd be happy to have them camp with us at Ashokan for as long as we're here. We can get them into school each day in the bus. It's a bit primitive and it's getting pretty cold, so they'd all better bring plenty of warm clothes, but if you're happy to let them rough it with a bunch of Limeys, we're very happy to have them. The twins are good kids, and they get along well with my lot. I'm sure Cy will fit in too - I've a few his age from the look of him." Rueben was practically in tears. "You hardly know us, and you can be so kind," he said, and led us into the house, Cy following, somewhat bewildered by what he had just heard. We all sat down in their big living room and Rueben calmed down. He said he would be very happy for the twins to come to Ashokan, and "you'll go too, Cy, please." He looked almost pleading at his eldest son. Charlie, good old Charlie, saw that the voice of another 16-year-old might help. "Yes, Cy, come on. These brats -" (pointing at Tim and me) "- have made friends with your twins, but we older and more grown-up guys need someone our age to hang around with." Cy couldn't help himself and allowed the faintest touch of a grin to appear. "That's settled then," said Sam, picking up on Charlie's lead. Rueben and Phil walked over to the school to talk to the twins' teacher. They returned half an hour later with Jakey and Esau, both of whom found it hard to conceal their delight at being given an extra holiday in Ashokan. The teacher of course knew all about Aunt Miriam, and was willing for Jakey and Esau to miss the rest of that day's school in return for an undertaking that they would attend every day in future. Phil had solemnly agreed that he would deliver them and collect them. While they were gone we tried to get to know Cy, but he was a hard nut to crack. He didn't go to school any more, but hadn't got a job, so he hung around the house bored stiff. Charlie whispered something to me and I burst out laughing. "You could be right," I said, "but I may need help this time." Rueben helped us load the bus with warm clothes. "You'd better take plenty," he said, "it can get darn cold without warning this time of year." We had begun to notice when we ventured into crocodile territory that winter was fast approaching. Phil agreed to phone Rueben every other day when he phoned New York, so at least he would know if the crocodiles had got any of his kids. At last we all piled aboard, Jakey and Esau grabbing seats next to Tim and me. Charlie and Sam engineered it that Cy was with them. We waved to Rueben. Eleven people knew what they were in for; only Cy was venturing into the unknown. Tim leaned across to ask what Charlie had said. "He said that I once told him that I'd set myself the challenge of getting inside his trousers before we got back to Southampton on the first crossing, and that he thought he fancied I might have set myself a similar challenge with Cy." "And that's why you laughed?" "Because he's right, of course." Tim smiled. "Things can only get better," he said. Instead of making for Ashokan Phil turned off to a part of Kingston we'd not visited before, and he parked the bus outside a small office building with a flagpole flying the biggest American flag I'd ever seen - not that I'd seen that many. He went inside, leaving the rest of us wondering what he was doing. Five minutes later he came back with a bunch of keys. "That's where the camp managers work," he said," but there's no camp business in the winter apart from refugees like us. I needed the keys for the store huts as we're going to need more bedding and stuff. I thought they might have to come and do it for us, but the guy was happy just to give me the keys. 'Mind the crocodiles,' he said. How the hell did he know about them?" Esau giggled. "His son's in my class and I told him about swimming in the lake." Larry wasn't best pleased by this news. "I hope that's all you told him," he said. Esau went quiet. "Well?" said Larry. "I made him pinky-promise not to say a word." "We'll talk about this at the camp," said Larry, exchanging a worried look with Phil, who shrugged. "Nothing we can do now," he said quietly. Jakey looked daggers at his twin. When we got to Ashokan we all unloaded as usual. Charlie, Ryan and I collared Esau and the four of us got all the food and stuff into the cupboards and fridge in the cook hut. Once that was done we sat Esau down and made him tell us everything. I liked Esau, but his tongue was in danger of getting us all into deep trouble, especially the men. "No-one's going to wallop you, E," I said, "but you have to come clean with everything you've told this kid." He smiled weakly - he was clearly worried stiff that his indiscretion might be the end of all the fun and games. He had no idea that its consequences might be vastly more serious. Better leave that knowledge until after he'd confessed, in case it made him shut up completely. "What have you told him?" I asked. Esau looked me straight in the eye. "I'll tell you the truth," he said, "but don't let Jakey beat me up." I said that he had my word that if Jakey beat him up I would personally see that Jakey got worse than he handed out, "but I don't think he will, E, once he hears the whole story." Calling him E seemed to relax him. Esau said that he'd told this kid - Abe - that he 'and some boys' had been skinny-dipping in the lake and that one of the boys had made a joke about crocodiles. Abe had, not unnaturally, been curious about who these boys, whose knowledge of the fauna of New England fresh water was so lacking, had been. Esau had said they were off some big ship that was being fixed in New York. Abe hadn't believed a word of it at first, but at recess (which turned out to be what we called 'break') two days later Abe had done his research and was able to confirm that Queen Mary was indeed in New York 'being fixed'. "What else did you tell him? The fucking?" Esau was indignant. "Christ no! You must think I'm a real klutz." This word was new to us, but its meaning was clear. "Are you telling the truth, Esau?" said Ryan. "Yes, Ryan, I promise. All Abe knows is that I went skinny-dipping with other boys. I didn't tell him about you or Phil or Larry, and I didn't tell him about any of the things we all did. Promise." Poor Esau was practically in tears. Charlie, peacemaker Charlie, hugged him and said, "that was brave, E, well done. You're forgiven. But not a word to Abe about any of this ever again, OK?" Esau nodded, tears of relief now running down his cheeks. "Come on," said Ryan, "time to let the others know what's what. Esau, I'll do the talking." When we left the cook hut the rest of them had opened a fourth hut and got mattresses and blankets on the three beds in it. Phil had taken Jakey with him to open the store hut, and had explained to him that on the first night, before we got to know Casey, that Jakey, Esau and Casey would be in one hut. "The men will be in this one, and the Queen Mary lot can sort themselves out. They're good at that," he had said. Jakey accepted this, but said that he hoped it would only be for one night. Phil had knelt down and faced him. "So do I, Jakey, but we have to be careful. Nothing is to be said until the right time. If I know my lot one of them will find out about Cy without you or Esau putting your oar in. OK?" Jakey nodded. "And no fucking about with Esau tonight either," added Phil, "you'll just have to wait." Larry had taken Tim and the As to make the three huts we'd been sleeping in look respectable, with three beds neatly separated in each hut. It all looked very strange, Tim told me later. That left Sam and Cy. Sam seemed the most likely of us get Cy to start to relax: he was the closest to Cy in age and build. They wandered down to the edge of the lake. It was perfectly still. Neither of them said anything. After a few minutes Cy said, "any fishing?" Sam's eyes lit up. "No," he said, "we've not tried here. I fished a lot at home. We've not seen any rods though." Cy snorted. "Who needs a rod?" The ice appeared to be cracking, if not yet broken. As Sam was about to enquire how fishing might be done without a rod there was a whistle from the camp. "Come on, Cy, that means they want us. It might be food, it might not ... it might even be beer." Without knowing it Sam had dropped the final tumbler in Cy's lock. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 53 as we get to know Cy. The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing a few months ago, and the boy I describe as "me" is really cute. I'm sure he had adventures ... Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================