Date: Sun, 3 May 2015 10:48:54 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: M/V Lady Jean Peterson/7

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It was a sad farewell as the whole family saw them off at JFK, but it had
been a fantastic week and knowing they would all meet up again very soon,
it made it all the more bearable.
They finally settled into their seats and Scott smiled when he saw Simon
again who smiled back and now knew the reason why Scott did not take the
hints he was showering on him. "They look SO good together, darn it!"
Simon gave them loads of attention during the whole flight.

After a wonderful meal they settled down and Scott took out a few sheets
of paper and gave them to Andrew. "There my love, meet the crew, you will
be seeing them all tomorrow." He leaned over and kissed Andrew. Its in
English so point out the hard words ok?"
"Fuck off captain."

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Paul Smith, 35 years old. Royal Navy Special Boat Service 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?"
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 but with respect, you don't
know me as an individual or a man. I am gay as you now know sir. I have a
partner and have had for nearly 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 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 because I'm buggered if I
want too?"
"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.
Jason stood up followed by Paul, they shook hands. "Thanks sir, I would
do anything for this not to happen, but I hope you understand why."
"Believe me I do, I have just learnt a big lesson. 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."

It would take four hours to drive back up to Yorkshire and for most of
that time had a massive smile on his face knowing that every mile was
taking him to the one person in his life he could not live without.

During the drive home as a civilian his thoughts went back to the time
when his ship was on a courtesy visit to Singapore when at long last a
trip to a brothel confirmed what he was sure he was when it all went
wrong. Normally during a visit he managed to keep away from the red light
districts, but on this occasion was tempted, just to find out, or at
least find something out, he was very unsure.

She was a lovely girl, beautiful in fact and because Paul had a body to
kill for she tried even harder to get him interested, but she finally
said the one thing that joined all the dots. "My lovely friend, you don't
need woman, you need man." She even gave him an address of a men only
club and a card that would get him in.
He just made it back to his ship in time for sailing after enjoying end
to end sex for eight hours and many cute Chinese, Malay and Indian young
men would be telling stories for years about Paul and his eight inch
cock.

He was at sea for eleven years raising to Petty Officer when he applied
and was excepted into the SBS after months of gruelling training. After a
year still training but now in the SBS proper he and others were sent off
the a Middle Eastern country and over a period of another year was
engaged in various "jobs" as they called them and finally went back home
now promoted to Chief Petty Officer and with the Military Cross, all very
butch and straight. The first thing he did when he went on leave was go
to a gay sauna and made up for a bit of lost time in the world he wanted
to be in when was he was on his own. He had now became a weapons
instructor and after some time involved in this and going to America to
train with their Navy Seals he once again went on leave when he got back.

He was standing at the vegetable counter filling his bag with
potatoes and as he did became aware of a guy standing next to him. He was
about to look when a whole load of the potatoes fell on the floor, both
men laughed and looked at one another and, ping, something clicked in
both of their heads. They picked the spuds up and Paul asked him if he
fancied a drink after shopping. After two drinks Paul asked Thomas if he
would like to go back to his place for a meal. Thomas never did get his
shopping home.
They had been together almost two years when Paul realised military life
and Thomas did not mix, not that Thomas made any demands on him to quit.
Paul was away from Thomas far too long and that was why he was driving
towards him a free man.

THOMAS! I'M HOME!! 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 cabinet and handed Paul the Gay Times. " Have a look
at this advert Paul."
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Neil Brown, 36 years old, 20 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 his meal back 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.

Rather remarkably neither of them had been in a relationship and would
just have casual affairs and make infrequent trips to the local gay
sauna. They both had quite a number of gay friends and slept with most of
them, but that all stopped after their first fuck and realising they had
fallen in love, neither could be more happy.
"Welcome home my fuck machine I'm so pleased you have a month off, saves
me wanking myself to sleep."  Neil laughed, "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 chef, sending that meal back was a
mistake, but the best mistake I ever made!" Colin smiled and returned
Neil's kiss.

"I love you so much Colin." Every time I look in the mirror I tell myself
just how lucky you are." Neil dragged him back upstairs, after the meal
of course.

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.

"Oh, I meant to tell you, I was reading an advert in it yesterday." Colin
said, he took the magazine and found it.

"Have a read, it's quite interesting."
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Marcel Freeman 18. A very bright lad who loved anything with an engine in
it and fantastic model maker as well as a very good radio controlled
aircraft pilot. He had recently met a guy who owned an RC helicopter and
they met regularly which convinced Marcel to start saving for his own. He
never did save enough, but as he was so good his friend allowed him to
take it out as often as he wanted. His friend also hoped for a lot more
but Marcel was so wrapped up in flying he failed to pick up the heavy
hints coming his way. The guy then found another friend who was
completely disinterested in RC helicopter flying and Marcel found himself
the happy owner of a helicopter!

Marcel 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 a magazine down.

When it was Marcel's turn he charged up and then reached under the
counter and got the "Out Gay" magazine, he charged that up as well and
put it with the rest of Marcel's things.

"£15.93 please. You were looking for the OG, right?"
 "Yes, thanks." and smiled at the guy. By now there was no one else in
the queue.
 "My names Tony I'm free at 6 if you would like to meet for a coffee and
chat." Tony was 24 and very good looking. Marcel looked at him and
panicked and got out as quickly as he could. He could feel the guys eyes
follow him out of the shop.

Back home and in the safety of his bedroom, he opened the OG and thumbed
through it while playing with himself and by the time he had got to page
three he was as stiff as he could get, he stopped at an advert and read
it over and over again and after the fourth time he was holding a limp
cock but thinking at the same time. He went down and phoned the number
the advert gave and asked if he could go to the office to collect an
application form.
"I can send you one if you would prefer sir."
"No, its best I collect it myself if that's ok?"
"That's fine, no problem." Marcel did not want the form sent to his
home, his dad may see it and ask too many questions. He had already been
beaten up by his father for being gay two years ago and only because he
forgot to get rid of a picture he had ripped out of a magazine of two
young and beautiful eighteen year olds having sex. His mother found it
and showed it to his father. They kept him off school for a week to allow
his face time to return to normal.
Marcel had been waiting for the day he could just walk out and this just
MAY be the get out he was looking for.

He went back upstairs and picked up the magazine and threw it in a
rubbish bin on his way to meet the guy Tony at 6 O'clock. "Hi, I'm
Marcel." It was not exactly a mistake as Marcel learnt a lot. Tony
thought birthday and Christmas had come together as he looked at this
incredibly beautiful young man. Marcel's family line included black and
white relationships over the years and although his parents were West
Indian the interracial past produced in Marcel a 5ft 7inch of absolute
perfection, even his dreadlocks that framed this wonderful face made him
even more beautiful. They sat drinking their coffee's with Tony telling
Marcel all that he wanted them to do together once they got back to his
flat and although it was causing a certain amount of excitement in Marcel
he was becoming unsure. It seemed he was being told what Tony expected
and never once was Marcel asked if that's what he wanted as well. He
thanked Tony and got up and left.

Marcel made up his mind there and then that the bloke he met and wanted
to have sex with would be a bloke who would not just expect a fuck
without first knowing that's what Marcel wanted as well.
"I will know when its right, I'm sure I will." He laughed out loud. "Bet
I just missed a good fuck though!" On the way back home he called into a
Chemist and bought condoms and lube. "There, all ready. NEXT!" There had
never been a first let alone a "next." Marcel was a very patient young
man and also very confident, he would know when he was first kissed by
the right guy and where it would end up. He did not have long to wait and
in the most unexpected way as well.

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Janet O'Conner 25, 5 years Royal Navy, Communications. Paula Manning 26,
8 years nursing and most of them as a Staff Nurse in the Accident and
Emergency Department.

They had met two years before when Janet needed hospital treatment after
a fight late one Friday night with a broken finger. 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 were 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 Jan."
"Their loss." Jan shrugged 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 £200 million warship to flipping
burgers, quite a promotion!"

Staff Nurse Manning went in the cubicle to look at the latest Friday
night visitor.
"Fight?"
"Yeah."
"Did you do this or the other person?"
"Me, he only managed to punched me on a tit and that's when I decked
him."
"And you came out worse it seems, still having tits those big have their
advantages."
"Good pillows as well, so a few told me."
"Men or women?"
"Both, but the men are always pissed, so women really."
"The women were not pissed then?"
"Some were, but the others were on them because I wanted them there."
"Fancy a pint sometime?"
"Yes."
It got a bit more romantic as the relationship developed.
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Jerry Forsyth 28. Financial Adviser, fitness freak and photographer.

Jerry 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 own bank
accounts and investments.

His sole release from the boredom of making himself and other people much
better off was the gym which he attended three times a week and his
passion for photography. He was also training to become a fitness
instructor which gave him even more time in the company of men, some of
whom were ready participants in extra sessions, now that he was single
again.

He had split from his second serious relationship five months ago and
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 looking at the list of other skills an applicant would be
considered for was photography, a good knowledge of video camera use and
also a candidate who could take over the crews fitness programme. "Well,
I've got three of them, why not?"

But there was something else that Jerry 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.
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Dr Reginald Small 58, Senior Surgeon at the Intensive Care Department at
St Nicholas Hospital.  Frederick Jones 55 Linguist and was conversant in
eight languages, he worked freelance for many government departments and
in particular Special Branch at Scotland Yard. Both of them
were fanatical sailors.

"Freddy, have you seen this?" Freddy grumbled something in Swahili 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 Gay Times. 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 so!" They read the advert again and
talked about the advert requiring applicants with medical qualifications
but, not surprisingly, nothing about linguists. 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,
in English this time and did as he was told. Reg picked the GT up and put
it beside the phone. He would call for application forms tomorrow.
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 George Baker 29 chef, ex Royal 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 saw two
young and very handsome guys walking towards him. "God you two are
beautiful." 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 he 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.

It was time to go home and get ready for work. 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 and 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 and become the crew of the M/V
Lady Jean Peterson.
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