Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2013 11:57:13 +0000 From: robert goater Subject: M/V Jean Peterson. Part 7 Would you all please consider a donation to the guys at nifty? They do a fantastic job for our enjoyment and they need the funds to continue. Thanks for reading xx The Crew. _______________________________________________________________________________ Paul Smith, 35 years old. Royal Navy Special Forces and Thomas Goodyear, 31 years old, computer and electronics engineer. Paul Smith stood to attention before his Commanding Officer, Commander Jason MacFee. The Scot was sat at his desk reading through the letter in front of him. He had read it many times, but it did not make anymore sense now than the first time he had read it. He looked up at Paul knowing for the first time in his life he didn't have a clue what to say, but he had too. "Why?" Obviously a man of few words. Chief Petty Officer Paul Smith, Military Cross, looked at MacFee knowing full well his CO was in difficulty and he would give his right arm for that not to be the case. They had served together for 5 years and both men had nothing but respect for one another. "Sir, you know me well as a member of the SBS (Royal Navy's Special Boat Service) but with respect, you don't know me as an individual or a man. I sir am gay as you now know. I have a partner and have had for two years. I have had to lie for all that time and long before I met Thomas. I wont anymore. I am 32 and have a long life in front of me. I don't know what I will do, but don't care as long as it involves my partner......Sir! "Paul. Please sit down." Paul sat. "Paul as soon as I sign this form you are no longer a member of Her Majesty's Navy. Do you still want me to sign?" "I do.........Jason." Reluctantly he picked up his pen and signed the form. At that very moment Paul became a civilian after serving Queen and Country for 16 years. Paul stood up and shook the hand that was held out to him. "Good luck Paul and if there is anything I can do for you, just get in touch. Thanks for being with me and for what it's worth I could not care less what you are. I have just lost the best man I have ever served with." "Thank you Jason." THOMAS! I'M HOME!!! Paul had driven up from Devon to Yorkshire in four hours. He stood inside the front door, all 6ft 6 of him. THOMAS! Thomas came running down the stairs dripping wet and naked, all 5ft 6 of him and literally threw himself at Paul from two steps up. Paul caught him, wrapped his arms around his petite love and kissed his sweet mouth. "I'm free Tom, it's just us now, no Navy to get in our way. I love you my man, lets go to bed! Tom had been waiting for this order all day! Later they laid together recovering from the last hour. Thomas reached over to his bedside locker and handed Paul the Gay Times. " Have a look at this advert Paul." ________________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________________________________ Neil Brown, 36 years old, 15 years Merchant Navy and 1st Engineer. Colin Broadbent, 34 years old, professional Chef. "Colin! I'm coming sweet man, christ i'm..................Neil's cock exploded into his love and it was as wonderful as the first time it had happened 5 years ago when they had first met at the restaurant where Colin was head Chef. It was a very different first meeting. Neil had sent back his meal and Colin had come out of his kitchen to confront the "low life" who DARED to question his expertise. Two days later Neil exploded into Colin for the first time. "Welcome home my dear hunk. I'm so pleased you have a month off. Christ i'm so pissed off with wanking myself to sleep." Neil laughed out loud, "Glad I have my uses," and kissed his man. Colin had prepared their meal and they sat eating. "Send this fucker back and your dead!" Neil went to Colin and gave him a kiss. "I have said this so many times now my love, sending that meal back was the best thing I ever did!" Colin smiled and returned Neil's kiss. "I love you so much Colin." Colin looked at Neil with a lovely smile. "Every time I look in the mirror I tell myself just how lucky you are dear fuck." Neil dragged him upstairs. They laid together for some time recovering from their second coming! Neil sat up and saw the Gay times on the table next to him and flicked through it. "I was reading an advert in it yesterday." Thomas said, he took the magazine and found it. "Have a read, it's quite interesting." ________________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ Marcell Freeman 18. A very bright lad who loved anything with an engine in it and fantastic model maker as well as a very good RC model aircraft pilot. Marcell looked around him. "Fuck, too many people." He pretended to be searching the magazine racks looking for the one he could not find. He knew exactly where it was, on the top shelf. After a while he gave up and joined the queue to pay for his model making magazines. "Oh great now the guy serving has gone off." He watched him go to the magazine racks, reach up and take the Gay Times down. When it was Marcell's turn he charged up the magazines, reached under the counter and got the Gay Times out, he charged that up as well and put it with the rest of Marcell's things. "£15.93 please. You were looking for the GT, right?" It's difficult to tell when a West Indian blushes, but they do, they just go a shade blacker. "Yes, thanks." and smiled at the guy. By now there was no one else in the queue. "I'm free at 6 if you would like to meet for a coffee and chat." Marcell went even blacker and got the hell out of there. He could feel the guys eyes follow him out of the shop. Back home and in the safety of his bedroom, he opened the GT and thumbed through it, he stopped at the advert page and read it a few times, but thinking at the same time. "Hi." said Marcell. It was 6 o'clock. They met three times before Marcell agreed to go back to Tony's flat and that evening confirmed all that he thought he was. After the forth time they met at his flat Marcell called it off. Tony was getting too serious and Marcell was not ready to commit. They never met again. ________________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ Janet O'conner 25, 5 years Royal Navy, Communications. Paula Bartlet 26, 8 years nursing. Staff Nurse Accident and Emergency Department. They had met when Janet needed hospital treatment after a fight late one Friday night with a broken hand. Some guys should REALLY think before they open their mouths to take the piss out of a lesbian, especially one the size of Jan. "That's that then, think we got it right. I will post it tomorrow." Paula said. They reread the application forms making sure the reference number on them was correct from the advert in the Gay Times and both signed them. "Bet they don't even look at them Jan. Still I guess we have as much chance as anyone else." Paula went on, "If you hadn't broken that guys jaw we would not even have to look at adverts. You don't know your own strength you dip stick." Paula reached over the table and kissed her partner. "It's all finished Paula. The guy insulted you, I got mad and smacked him. End of." "But you had to resign from the Navy dear." "Their loss." Jan shrugged, but was a bit worried and not for the first time cursed herself and her quick temper. "Come on nurse, you will be late for work and I have to get to "Bugger" King. For fuck's sake, from sailing on a £1 billion warship to flipping burgers, quite a promotion!" ________________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ Gerry Forsyth 28. Financial Adviser, fitness freak and photographer. Gerry hated his job, but even he had to admit he was good at it. He had dozens of clients which at least gave him a good return in his bank accounts and investments. His sole release from the boredom of making other people rich was the gym which he attended three times a week and his passion for photography. He had split from his second serious relationship five months ago and was single again. Like many others around the country he had the current Gay Times magazine and it was opened at the page where the advert was. He thought he would have no chance as it was asking for people with sailing experience and he had none, but in the list the advert mentioned photography and filming. He was good, damb good. But there was something else that Gerry had which he did not consider to be an asset and that was his loyalty. He was the most loyal person on two legs. Both of his relationships ended because they weren't. ________________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ Dr Reginald Small 58, Senior Doctor at the Trauma Department at St Nicholas Hospital. Frederick Jones 55 Teacher. Both fanatical sailors. "Freddy, have you seen this?" Freddy grumbled something and pulled the duvet down. It was a Sunday and they were having a lazy one, or so Freddy thought. "What?" "This advert in the GT. Sounds interesting." Freddy, still moaning, forced himself up and took the magazine from his partner of 24 years. Reg got out of bed to go and make coffee. He knew it would take Freddy an age to read the advert. "Well?" Reg had returned to the bedroom with two mugs, put Freddy's on his bedside table lent over and kissed the top of his head and got back in his side. "Seems interesting, do you want us to apply then?" "Could at least think about it, we have talked about doing something different and this could not be more different!" They read the advert again and talked about the advert requiring applicants with medical qualifications, but nothing about teachers. After some time Freddy got bored and threw the magazine on the floor and demanded sex from Reggie. "Oh DO get your priorities right why don't you." They made love and afterwards cuddled in together. No two men could love one another more than these two. "Right, get your ass out, we are going for a run." Freddy groaned again and did as he was told. Reg picked the GT up and put it beside the phone. He would call for application forms tomorrow. ________________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ George Baker 29 chef, ex Navy. George sat on a park bench and the only good thing about his day it was the weather, a lovely English summers day. It was three months now since the funeral of his mother and he was still mourning her passing, but as much the way she had died. He did not even know who had killed her, but then a hit and run driver was not about to advertise were they? They had been so close. There was just the two of them, his father had left the home years ago and they had no contact with him. There were no siblings. "Christ mum what the hell do I do?" He glanced around him and he saw two young and very handsome guys walking towards him. "God you two are beautiful." He thought. They were in deep discussion and holding hands. George loved to see that. As they passed the men glanced at George and nodded a greeting. George smiled back. Suddenly one of them stopped and went towards George, his heart beat shot up a bit, but was dashed when all the guy did was to dump something into the rubbish bin next to where George was sitting. "Ah well, what did I expect?" He laughed at himself and watched the lovers walk off and to himself wished them all the best. Maybe that will be me one day. Time to go home and get ready for work I guess. He stood up and for no reason he could think of he looked into the bin to see what the guy had put in it. It was the Gay Times, he reached in and took it out. Something in it to wank over later maybe. George laid in bed after work and opened the GT. He was naked as usual. He was in good shape although he had let himself go a bit since his mother's death. He look down at his body and took in the sight of his 8 inch hard cock. It had had quite a lot of attention over the years, but never met a guy who wanted anything other than what it offered. He was looking through the GT and come across the advert. After he had read it several times he was in deep thought, so much so he realized his cock had gone back to sleep. None of the above knew it then of course, but it would not be long before they were all to meet and train together as crew of the M/V Jean Peterson. ___________________________________________________________________________ winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk I would like to thank all those who have taken the time to write to me and the really nice comments. In the next part you will meet the crew, all lovely people and hand picked my me! Best wishes Bobby