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Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 137 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. fty/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 137 When I went off duty that evening I found Jakey in Cabin 3 with Prince, Javid and Nigel. I grabbed a beer and asked what had happened. Jakey had a big smile on his face, so it seemed likely that the tale would be worth hearing. “You’ll love it,” said Jakey, “it’s been one thing after another.” “Can it wait while I shower?” I said, “I’m too hot for comfort.” I took my beer into the shower with me, having stripped off in our cabin on the way. I was in the shower calmly washing the sweat off me when I heard someone come in. I turned round to see someone I hadn’t seen for a long time – a smooth-skinned Jakey, his cock half-hard, looking a lot bigger than it had the day before. “That’s much nicer,” I said, “turn round and touch your toes. Mmm, I approve. Who did it?” “Nigel, about an hour ago. It only took him five minutes.” “That’s because each of us shaves his lover every few days, so he must have shaved Javid – oh, I don’t know – a few hundred times. I can get Charlie back to baby’s-bottom smoothness in about two minutes, but Nigel had a fair amount of undergrowth to hack off.” Jakey grinned. “I’d forgotten how much you amuse me, Patrick. Nothing’s too serious.” I shook my head. “Plenty of things are serious, Jakey, and we’ve learned to weep at the tragedies and cock a snook at pretty much everything else.” “Cock a snook – that’s a new one on me. Is it some Limey talk?” I beckoned to him. “Come over here and say that again, you Yankee rebel.” He put his beer down, guessing I think that it might be safer well out of the way. When he was within reach I grabbed his hand and pulled him under the shower with me. “You bastard, Patr- ” but the rest of what he wanted to say never got uttered because my mouth and his were locked again. After we kissed for a while I knelt down, still under the shower. “Former Queen Mary Bell Captains retain a sense of duty, and I need to monitor Nigel’s shaving skills. Turn round.” Baby’s-bottom it was, and tasty too. “How long is it since there was someone in there?” I asked. “A bit under an hour. Nigel was keen to check his work, just as you have been.” I grinned. “And if I was 1, what was Nigel on your list of visitors?” “4, Charlie and Sam, to save you asking. I’d forgotten how much I love the sheer size of Sam. But that’s the guys who’ve fucked me. Want to hear about the others?” I nodded. “While you tell me, just turn round, I need to inspect the front as well.” He turned and I found my mouth just in the right place to take in most of his cock. “Go on, don’t mind me.” And I began my task. “After you went Charlie went on with warming me up, and he fucked me for what seemed like all morning. I guess it was really only 20 minutes, but God, it was good. Completely unlike you. Not better, and not worse, just completely different. That must be because you’re boyfriends – you complement each other. Anyway, when he came – big time – he whispered that he wanted me to fuck him straight away. He knew I hadn’t jizzed, so we flipped over and I did him. Your bed’s awful jizzy, but I imagine you’re used to that. I’m loving what you’re doing down there, by the way. Then he and I showered and dressed and he snuck me back topsides. He found Prince in the galley and we agreed I’d be back in the cafeteria at 1700 and Prince would sneak me down here again. I went and ate breakfast – the routine is so flexible that so long as they’re still serving breakfast you can just join the line and eat – and then I went out on deck. It was a beautiful sunny day and there must have been about five thousand other doughboys up there just soaking up the rays and being glad to be alive and going home. I thought about Chip. His folks come from Iowa – that’s right in the middle, flat as fuck, surrounded by wheat fields, according to Chip – and I thought I’d go see them, and tell them about Chip, and how he died, and how we buried him, so they could one day visit him. I know I want to, but it’ll be hard. But I know that Chip would’ve gone to Kingston to tell my folks if it was the other way. Oh God, Patrick, yes … yes … aaaaah! oh God you’re such a great fucking sucker … aah! … and that’s the fifth jizz since you found me yesterday and it felt like gallons.” I nodded, swallowing happily. I got up and kissed him gently. “I wish I’d known Chip.” We dried and got our beers. Back in Cabin 3 Tim had joined the other three. “Had fun in there from the look of you,” said my brother, “there’s still some dripping from your cock, Jakey.” “Carry on with your story,” I said. There wasn’t a great deal more to tell. He’d stayed on deck for hours and at 1700 he and Prince had successfully evaded observation while they came back down again. When they looked around Sam was in our cabin, lying naked in the heat. “Hi Jakey, you look all hot, why not strip off and let’s see what we can think of to do.” Two minutes later Jakey ataköy escort was on his back reacquainting himself with the sheer joy of having so many inches doing so much to his insides. Sam kept going for a long time, as Charlie had, because as soon as he was in Jakey remembered the first time Sam had fucked him, and how long it had gone on. “Charlie and Sam were at it for over half an hour between them,” Jakey said happily, “and then Nigel came in and saw what was going on. ‘I’m in there after you, Sam,’ he said, so as soon as Sam was done Nigel was in for – what d’you call it? sloppy something?” “Seconds,” came a chorus. “I was all for a quickie,” said Nigel, “so I was only able to enjoy the sloppy seconds for a few minutes. When I was done the amount of spunk pouring out was pretty startling – I didn’t know Sam and I had that much saved up. After all, we don’t hold back, any of us.” Javid smiled his inscrutable smile. “Then after I’d showered all that jizz, or spunk, I suppose, since is was good British stuff, Nigel shaved me.” “You said you’d jizzed five times,” I said, “I can count four – two with us last night, one with Charlie this morning and another with me just now. Who was the lucky other one?” Nigel raised his hand. “Jakey wanted to thank me for shaving him without cutting anything important off. He wanted to make sure it all still worked OK. Naturally as he was so soft and smooth I had to lick the bits I’d shaved and – well, one thing led to another.” Jakey smiled at the recollection of so much sexual release. “All we ever did in Germany was wank – while the war was still on, that is. Chip and I wanted so much to do more, but fuck it, it only happened once …” His voice trailed off. He sighed deeply. If he wanted to tell us, he would … but he didn’t, not then. “Are you planning to eat?” I said, “you must keep your strength up, you know. Lots of us will need you to be full of energy in the next few days.” “Oh sure, Patrick, I gotta keep Uncle Sam’s end up. Lead me up to the food.” Nigel, who would go on watch in 20 minutes, said he’d take him up, and off they went. I said I’d be at the end of the servery in half an hour to bring him back. When Nigel and Jakey had gone the rest of us got another beer and sat back to see what was planned. Prince said, “Javid, Tim, Graham and I still haven’t fucked him, but he seems to want everyone as much as he can. I suppose that’s a reaction to Chip, and to finding himself in a place he can get as much as he can without anyone noticing – anyone outside, I mean.” Javid said he thought that was it. “We can’t imagine what it’s like being in the war – in the way these poor sods were, that is – and having your boyfriend killed right in front of you must be unbearable. Any comfort we can give him is fine by me, especially if my cock’s involved in any comforting. Or my arse,” he added. Tim had been very quiet: it was unlike him. After a while he said, “I’ve been trying to think what it’s like, as a twin, being in Jakey’s position. He and Esau were inseparable, like Patrick and me, from the moment they were born. Then TCH – or some fucking Jap in their case – ballsed things up and they get separated in Germany or wherever they did their training. Then, alone for the first time in his life, he meets Chip. We don’t know anything about what they felt, what they did, we don’t know if it was like me and Sam, or any of the pairs of us. But, Christ, I feel for the kid. I can’t think of anything worse that being cut adrift from your twin and then seeing your lover die – just like that – in front of you. I think it’s a fucking miracle he’s not completely flipped, and if we can show him kindness and – yes, fuck it, love – then we’ll have maybe saved a soul.” He paused. “Sorry, that was a bit Father Corrigan there.” He smiled weakly. Sam should have been there, but he was on duty, so I went over and held him in my arms. “You never fail to astonish me,” I murmured into his hair, “I will love you to the day I die.” His arms tightened round me. “Yeah, me too, big bro.” It had been an emotional 24 hours. “Where’s he sleeping tonight?” said Prince. “In your cabin, obviously,” I said, “it’s your turn. You and Graham will be up for entertaining him, surely. And when he’s exhausted you he can pop across and let Javid do his worst while Nigel looks on. Charlie and I can sleep the sleep of the innocent for once.” Tim grinned. “Sounds like I’ll have him all to myself tomorrow. I must keep myself pure until then. Poor Sam, but I’m sure he’ll understand it’s in a higher cause.” I went up to collect him and handed him over to Prince. I was on duty again, so I went straight back up, knowing that I’d hear about any adventures the next morning. Luckily it was only a short watch: 1900 to 0300, serving for three hours then cleaning up. ***** I’d been in bed for only a short time when I was woken by Javid shaking my shoulders. “You’d better come,” he said, “Jakey’s … well, come and see.” When we got next door Jakey was huddled on Prince’s bed, sobbing his heart out. Nigel and Graham were trying to comfort him, but without success. I motioned them away and took him in my arms, rocking him like a baby. “What happened?” Prince said, “he was fast asleep. We’d messed around for a while – well, hours – and we collapsed into bed around midnight. He was with me and Graham. Then a few minutes ago he screamed and sat bolt upright. Then he just collapsed, like he was when merter escort you came in. Is he ill?” I’m no doctor, and he didn’t feel wrong – he wasn’t fevered or anything – but it wasn’t just a bad dream. They make you scream, but you don’t collapse like that. “Let’s just wait. Go next door and find something sweet, a biscuit or chocolate.” I went on holding and trying to soothe him, stroking the tears away and murmuring all sorts of silly nonsense to him. Javid came back with a chocolate bar and I broke a bit off, trying to get him to nibble it, but his lips were unreceptive. I chewed it myself then, when my mouth was all chocolatey I lifted his head and rubbed my tongue on his lips. That got a reaction. His tongue emerged and slowly licked the sweet taste. Another mouthful, a kiss this time, more success. He stirred. “What – aah! Christ, no – where, who?” “Jakey, it’s Patrick. You’re going home on Queen Mary. You’re safe.” I sensed a slight relaxation, so I went on murmuring. I put a bit of chocolate between his lips. “Eat it, it’ll perk you up.” To everyone’s intense relief he ate it. His eyes opened. “Do you hate me because I’m a Jew?” None of us had expected that. I squeezed him tight. “No, Jakey, we love you. You’re safe, remember. What’s being a Jew got to do with anything?” It took two hours for him to get back to normal – or to the normal that was going to be the one he would have to live with. He’d met Esau completely out of the blue in a transit camp somewhere in June. They were in different units, but at that stage the US troops (and ours too, presumably) were mixed up, the duties no longer fighting the German Army, but trying to get basic services running again – water, drains, food supplies. They bumped into each other – almost literally – in the PX (which he explained was where GIs bought beer and other essentials) and spent several hours catching up. Esau had described what he’d seen when his unit stumbled across Dachau. Then, of course, that name and those of the other atrocities meant nothing to us, and we were in the dark, like the rest of the World, about the scale of the industrialized murder. In August 1945 our eyes were opened, as Jakey’s had been, by Easu’s harrowing experience. “The place was full of Jews,” Esau had said, “all skin and bone, starving. We couldn’t begin to save them, and hundreds must have died before we could get enough food and medicine to them. They weren’t even Allied soldiers – I could understand them being in a camp, but they were just ordinary people – Jews mainly, but there were others too – women, children, old men – just killed for being poor fucking Jews.” “From that day,” Jakey said, “I’ve been trying to find out if that Dachau place was the only one. The nightmare was discovering it wasn’t – it wasn’t even important. There were far bigger places with far more Jews being killed. The Russians found one, a few months before we got to Dachau, which was like a fucking killing factory. Jews killed, gassed apparently, bodies flung into ovens, gone. Hundreds of thousands.” We were all stunned. I turned his face to mine. “Jakey Fishbein, you are the bravest one among us. You and E, and all the others who saw these things, Jew or not, have got to tell the story to the world when you get home. You had a nightmare – you’ll probably have more – but you’re alive, alive and warm and – oh, I don’t know – tell them, Jakey, tell them the truth. Be brave for all the poor sods who were butchered,” and now I was the one weeping. We held each other, each somehow deriving strength from the other. Javid said quietly, “Jakey, have you had this nightmare before?” Jakey nodded. “That’s about the fourth one. I’m on my knees in front of a faceless man in a mask and he says I’m a filthy Jew and he’s going to suffocate me and throw me into a tank of shit to drown. It’s the same each time. I wake up as he picks me up. What happened this time? I’ve never been brave enough to ask before. We all have nightmares and we just pretend it’s not happening.” I repeated what he’d said about us hating him because he was a Jew. “Fuck!” he said, “and I was awake?” I nodded. “I don’t need to tell you that, apart from not having a foreskin, we think any the less of you.” That brought a glimmer of a smile, as I hoped it would. How on earth could we begin to heal this poor kid? We couldn’t, of course. All we could do was show him how much we loved him, and hope that when he got home the US Army, or whoever, would be able to start to heal his soul. Tim and I aren’t big into souls, as you know, but maybe for someone really vulnerable there’s something in it. It was getting on for 0600. “Fancy some breakfast?” I said, “you’ll need all your energy for the day’s action.” The smile became wider. “Yeah. Why not. Prince and Graham laid into me last night and I gave them something to remember me by.” He turned to Javid. “You and I were planning to play this morning – do we still have time before you go on duty?” Javid smiled gravely. “We have until 1100, Jakey, but I doubt whether we will need that long. Go and shower and eat, and I’ll be waiting for you, all excited, when you get back,” and he bent over to kiss the rapidly recovering no-longer-a-quivering-lump Jakey. Jakey got up, still a bit groggy, and went off to the shower. “Go with him,” I said to Javid, “see he’s OK. I’ll take him up when he’s ready.” It was nearly 20 minutes before they came back, Jakey’s bahçeşehir escort silly grin telling me that not all those minutes had been spent washing. “There’s more where that came from, I hope,” he said. Javid nodded gravely. “Oh yes, plenty more, Jakey, and the next lot goes in the other end.” “You’ll have an appetite for breakfast then,” I said, checking that there were no tell-tale signs on his chin. ***** When Javid came on duty at 1200 he came to find me in the cafeteria. As usual I was doling out: if you’re putting food on their plates you get to look at their faces, and just occasionally one of those faces is worth looking at. With Jakey on board, however, the half dozen or so I would otherwise have wanted to try it on with went past, fed but unseduced. He jerked a thumb at me and I mouthed, “find someone from the galley.” Three minutes later he’d dragged me out on deck – a deck crowded with GIs sunning themselves, but GIs who ignored us as we ignored them. “What is it?” I said. “I thought you’d like to know the state of things. You worked out that he sucked me off in the shower and we agreed that straight after breakfast we’d carry on. You didn’t sort out how he was to get back down, so he used his loaf and came down all by himself. You’d have laughed at the act he put on, pretending he’d done something really difficult, like crossing the road for the first time, or something.” I laughed. “He’s showing signs of being his normal self then.” “Oh yes, he told me that the nightmare fades. It’s still there, but in the background, he said, you can pretend it’s not there, but it comes back. Anyway, that’s not important. He practically tore his clothes off when he came in, and said ‘I’m going to fuck you all morning’. Music to my ears, Patrick, so I slowly – just to tease him – took off my clothes and folded them neatly. I had forgotten how much fun we used to have with clients turning our backs on them and taking our socks off, bending over and displaying lovely smooth boy-arses – it was just like old times. Jakey was pawing at the ground almost. As soon as I was naked he dragged me onto the bed. Was his poor nightmare-ridden brain going to make him the big bad faceless man? If that’s what he needed I wasn’t going to stop him – I quite like being raped, if you know what I mean.” I nodded: I knew what he meant. “I was on my back – that much I was going to control, and he lifted my feet and rammed it in. Thank God we always lube. He last came last night with G, so he was able to keep at it for longer than I expected – not till midday, but a good fifteen minutes. He was hard and fierce, really different from his fucking Prince and G. I was watching, joining in a bit, and he was tender then. We must have taught him well.” I said drily that he had probably been practising without us. “Well, he grunted he was nearly there and I had time to tell him to whip it out and cum on me. I reckoned that would lead to the next stage quite nicely.” “And did he?” “And how. His balls must have been in overdrive because the quantity was spectacular. I said ’69’ and he was round in a flash, scooping up a handful on the way and coating my cock and balls. You know how that turns me on.” I nodded. We sucked and licked, hands and fingers everywhere. You wouldn’t have known he’d come just a few minutes before. Then Tim appeared. ‘I hear noises,’ he said, and he stripped and got on the bed behind my head – it was a tight squeeze. He started to rim Jakey – it’s incredible what a good job Nigel did shaving him: you’d think he was 12 still – and Jakey was out of it. Tim licking his arse, me with his cock half-way to my tonsils, him slurping my cummy bits – I hadn’t fired yet – it was like being back in Kingston again.” “Let me guess – you gave him a second ration of prime Jav jizz.” “Too right, Mighty One, and he took his medicine like a big boy before he collapsed onto me, squishing what was still quite a good-sized pool of his jizz between us. Tim was still busy at his end. I thought that would be it, but oh no.” “What happened?” “He sat up. ‘When you came to Kingston,’ he said, ‘you fisted Patrick, but Esau and I never let anyone fist us. Will you fist me if I ask very nicely?’ and he put a finger in his mouth and looked about 12 again. Tim said that fisting Jakey would give him as much pleasure as he hoped it would give Jakey. I moved out of the way, after all, Jakey’d had sex with all seven of us apart from Tim by then, so it was only fair to let the two of them play without me. Besides, I was knackered.” “And Tim did the business?” “Tim did the business, half-way between his wrist and his elbow. Jakey loved it, mewing and purring like a great big pussy cat. There was only one thing wrong.” “Oh?” “Yeah. The silly bugger came all over our bed when, if only he’d said, I could have been in place to catch it.” There wasn’t any more to say. We went back down to resume work: me to doling out apple pie and Jav to whatever he got up to behind the scenes. I hoped Jakey was enjoying a nice lie down. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 138 as we reach New York. The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing in 2017, and the boy I describe as “me” is really cute. I’m sure he had adventures … I will be reacquainting myself with these pictures in Queen Mary 2 when I make another pair of Atlantic crossings in April. There will be a three-week pause in the wartime adventures of our eight friends – or perhaps their post-war escapades: who knows how quickly the story will develop. Drop me a line at net – that is after you’ve dropped a few quid. =============================================================================

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