The Queen's Pallbearer

This story is of course fictional, I used myself as a character within it as one of the (most of the) Queens Bearer party members turned me on throughout all the events in the past week. I am originally from London.

Monday 19th September 2022

Today, the nation gathered together to watch the funeral of Queen Elizabeth II. It was a televised event, so I could imagine nearly the entire country were at home watching it with their loved ones. Many took the streets and braved the cold as they camped overnight.

My name is Jay, I’m 24, British South Asian and I live in a small cottage in Windsor. The funeral was watched by billions including myself, it was very moving. There was a final service at St Georges Chapel at Windsor between 4pm and 5pm which was also televised. Some of the pubs opened up by now allowing customers to sit in and watch the event on this Bank Holiday. The ceremonial event took place in West Windsor, where the castle and chapel are, this is about twenty minutes away from us. I was at a friend’s house watching the BBC service, we all shed a tear by the end.

At around 8.30pm I asked if anyone wanted to join me in the pub but they were all too tired, in addition to having to go back to work the next morning. I work from home so this is not an issue for me. I went to The Alma, one of my locals, they do great food and drinks.

“Hi Steph, the usual please” I said with a smile.

“Did you watch the service?” She asked.

“Yeah, it was very moving, did you see Charles, he looked like he wanted to cry?”

“I know!! Poor guy.” Steph brought over my drink and I paid with apple pay, I took a seat at the bar and chilled there, catching up with my emails, messages and social media.

About 10 minutes in I hear:

“Oi – you’re the guy from the telly today aint ya??” A drunkard shouted across the pub, he began walking over to a table in the back corner, I can see a gentleman sitting there alone but cannot make out who he is.

“Let me tell you something son, your Queen is a fucking Bell end!!” The drunk man shouts as he puts his arms onto the gentleman’s table in a confrontational manner. Everyone is shocked by the comment and some tell the man to get out.

The man at the table stands up angrily.

“Oh! you wanna fight do ya!” the drunkard says aggressively.

Both men began to grab each other by the collar, swinging at one another but blocking each other’s punches. Some people look on and I am shocked by no one stopping this fight, I run up towards the gentleman and hold him back whilst blocking the drunkard, people come to grab the drunkard and Steph shouts “Get him out of here, You’re BARRED!!”

As people make a fuss trying to grab the aggressive drunk man out others get back to their private conversations, some looking over at the gentlemen, whispering about him.

“Are you ok?” I ask.

“I’m fine, I should have remained calm.” He said shaking his head into his palms as he sits.

“Hey don’t worry about it, any of us would have done the same.” I take a seat and look up at this handsome man sitting across from me, now almost in tears. I touch his forearm and lightly rub it. “Hey, its ok – let it out if you want, I’m blocking the view of others – no one can see you now.” I say reassuringly.

“I’ve been working my whole adult life for our Queen; I can’t believe she’s gone. It feels like we have lost a grandmother – a mother to our country!” He sheds a tear as he looks up at me.

“So it is true, you are one of the Pallbearers. I saw you on television.”

He nods softly.

“You are right, she’s been in most of our lives since the day we were born, her face is everywhere, her name is everywhere, she’s a pillar and a rock to us all. I’m sorry for your loss.” I say.

“What about your loss, it’s your loss too, no?” He questions.

“Yes, it’s also my loss, but you have dedicated your service to Her Majesty and you were closer to her than any of us here during her final journey, so for you this loss is far more significant compared to ours.”

“Although I was a Pallbearer and I serve in the army, I felt like I could have done more. I felt that my composure was a bit off, at one moment I lost balance and on another I didn’t have a good enough grip on the coffin.” He confesses quietly.

“Nonsense! I say, yes that may have been the case but you were absolutely composed, and I did not notice any flaws from you, even the ones you have mentioned. I watched the entire service and did not take my eyes off of you whenever the pallbearers came on.” I said, now realising what that sounded like. (Which between me and you were exactly what it sounded like)

He chuckled as I said the last part. “I’m sorry I did not introduce myself, Harry.” He said as he extended his hand out for a shake, “Jay” I replied – now shaking his firm, large hand.

Harry was 26, muscular, stood tall at 6ft and had brown hair (picture attached in comment section, look now so you can imagine him throughout the story, he is the last bearer on the left side – facing forward - of the coffin).

“So how long did you have to practise for?” I asked.

“As soon as we landed. We were in Iraq at the time and when news came that the Queen had died, they flew us back and the next morning we practiced day and night up until the early hours of this morning.” He told me, “I had no time for myself, I literally got into bed, slept straight away and as soon as I was up, I was out the door – I couldn’t even find time to have a wank!” He laughs as he adds, I laugh with him.

He continues - “No, but seriously, I am shattered! I wanted a quiet evening and a well-earned drink but then hooligans like that come in and ruin my day!”

“I’m so sorry. I should let you get back to your privacy, I sat here without asking.” I say.

“No don’t be silly lad! I’m glad you are here, stay, let’s talk.” He says.

Me and Harry continue to talk, he asks about me and I about him, he continues to tell me more about his duties and the preps for the funeral, I am fascinated as I learn about all the behind the scene action.

“You all look very smart in your uniforms; I really love them!”

“Yeah, I love my uniform too. I left it in my hotel room, didn’t think it would be a good idea to wear it here hahaha! But I need to return it tomorrow when I’m back in London.”

I smile as I continue to listen to him. “It would have been nice to see you in it, I wish you had worn it – although you probably would have become a tourist site.” We both laugh.

“I’ll tell you what, come back to my room and you can see it in person if you want?”

“No, I couldn’t impose!” I say.

“I don’t mind honestly, no one ever gets to see those uniforms in person, up front. Not even my family have. If today means I can give a member of the general public something like this then I’m glad to create such an opportunity for you – and it’s a thank you for stepping in earlier.” He says.

“Well, if you insist then yeah I would love to!!”

Harry and me leave the pub and he takes me to the Holiday Inn, we enter his room.

“Take a seat, i’ll be back in a moment.”

Harry steps into the bathroom. I sit on the edge of his bed and look around the clean hotel room, noticing everything still intact, even his bed. I hear the bathroom door open and Harry comes out walking in his full uniform attire, he exits the bathroom, stops, then he does a sharp right turn and stops, he then marches down the room, all whilst looking ahead composed like he was during the ceremony.

“What do you think?” he says as he relaxes.

“WOW! This is amazing.” I say in awe. “Can I feel it?” I ask

“Of course, feel away!”

I touch the buttons, the jacket and feel how thick and velvety it is, I then feel his collar, wrists and belt – sliding it in-between my fingers. I admire his medals. He talks me through each of them. “Feel how thick the trousers are...” he says.

“Jesus! They are thick, why??”

“Well firstly to keep us warm when on duty and secondly incase we need to go whilst on duty, the thickness absorbs the piss and hides any wet patches.”

“Did you?” I ask.

“Luckily not.” He responds. We both laugh again.

“Thank you for showing me, you look very handsome in it!” I say.

“You’re welcome, and thank you.” He says as he goes red from the compliment.

“Well, I bet you must be happy that you can now relax and get some time for yourself, perhaps you can finally make love to yourself in this nice hotel room, eh?” I wink cheekily.

“Hahaha!” he laughs. “You’re not going, are you?” he asks.

“Why, do you want me to stay?”

“Erm, yeah if you want to, we can chill – I like your company, it’s nice talking to someone that’s not about work or military  codes for a change.”

I smile and say ok, I take my shoes and jacket off and kick back on the bed, Harry joins me and grabs a drink from the mini fridge, he offers one but I refuse. He turns the TV on and we watch the highlights of the funeral on the News.

“Gosh, you are right I can finally relax. Although if I’m going be doing that- I wouldn’t want to be solo, wish I had a girl for it!” he says.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“Naaah, have no time for it, being a military man has its downsides.”

“It’s too bad, your balls are filled with almost 11 – days - full - of - cum!!” I say slowly “That’s gonna feel good once you explode it out of you.” I add flirtatiously.

I peek over at Harry and notice his military pants tenting; I reach over slowly and grab it softly. “Uuuuhh” Harry lets out a small groan. I begin to stroke it slowly and then grab hold of his bulge and feel his girthy large cock in my hand. Harry puts his head back and closes his eyes, breathing heavily.

Suddenly Harry gasps, grabs my wrist and withdraws my hand away and looks at me. “I…I…I’m not gay!” he says.

I smile at him. “I never said you were” I say as I bite my lips. We continue to look into each other’s eyes. I then make a sudden move and straddle myself around his legs and sit on his thighs facing him, as his back is against the headboard, with my right hand I grab his bulge again, I lean down and kiss him on the lips. Harry breathes heavily again and he impales his tongue into my mouth, his lips are just the right size as we clasp onto one another and pull back and forth for a while before we do not let go and carry-on kissing. I unbutton and unbuckle his military pants and he lifts himself up as he pulls them down to his knees, I go down on Harry unbuttoning his - now - Kings Guard jacket, exposing his bare chest and torso, he has two firm pecs and a defined stomach with a light 4 pack coming through, this then leads down to a trench. I get down on the bed and begin licking his grey Lee Cooper boxer briefs bordered with a black waist band, he lets out soft moans as I do. I tuck my fingers into the top of them and draw them back exposing a hard 7.5 inch girthy cock, it is straight and sits upon two firm bouncy ball sacks, he has a trail of dark brown pubes going from his navel to the base of his penis, but he is well groomed with shallow pubic hair, with his help again I withdraw his boxers and pull both boxers and trousers down completely – he now invites me in by opening his thick meaty but muscular thighs open wide. I go down and notice how sweaty he smells, I bury myself into his his balls, in-between his balls and thighs and his dick.

“God it smells good!! It smells so sweaty and musky!” I say.

“I’ve been working all day, didn’t take a shower – I can if you want...?” He suggests.

“No. I love it like this, I love your man scent.” I say. Something about his young adult testosterone pheromones drove me crazy! 

I begin licking the tip of his erect uncut cock, Harry moans softly as precum comes out from it. “Aaaaah” he says.

I taste his sweet but slightly bleachy pre-cum as I swirl my tongue around his cock head and look up into his eyes teasingly.

“Uuhhh fuck! That feels good.” He says.

I go down to his balls and stroke them with the tips of my finger nails, and then I take each one into my mouth and suckle on it slowly.

“Yeeaaah” he says as he begins panting softly.

I come back up and notice he now has a thick amount of clear precum running out of his cock head, I lick it up from under his shaft and bring my tongue up and then slowly enter his cock into my mouth, taking him in. The taste of his pre-sweaty cock from his hard day’s work is what I taste in my mouth which is slightly salty and the smells I am gathering from his balls are so sexually intoxicating that I can feel precum splurging out in my boxers. I go down and take in his entire erection down my throat, I pull back up and begin to bob my heed up and down his rod.

“Oh fuck Jay, just like that, don’t stop.” He says now placing his right hand on the back of my head (he doesn’t press down but instead follows my head, appreciating the attention I am giving his cock) – “Mphhhhhhh” he slowly releases his moan with his mouth closed.

I look up at Harry and can’t believe I have the sexy Pallbearer I seen on TV throughout the week in front me, as I worship his cock and lay in between his legs. His eye lids flutter from time to time and his orgasmic eyes roll back to the back of his head when he tilts his head back, he looks down on me and smirks as I continue to suck him off.

“You’re such a good boy ain’t ya. Keep sucking my dick, yeaaaah like that.” He says hoarsely.

I come up and lick down his shaft and now lick his balls all over – “ooooh fuck yeah, lick it! lick it good!” he says as he strokes my hair and pushes my head against his fat balls.

I return to sucking his dick again, this time getting sloppier, I begin to deepthroat Harry and can feel the top of his dick scrape against my throat, I do this several times and then hold it in place for about 10 seconds, then I gag and release. “Fffffcuk!! That feels so fucking good.” He says.

“Fuck I want you so bad.” He says hastily. Harry Grabs my head, his thumbs dig into either side of my cheek and his fingers grip and wrap around the back of my head, he pushes my head down onto his cock and begins to skull fuck me.

“Aaaaah yeaaaah, mhmmm your mouth is so fucking warm and tight.” He says.

Harry picks up the pace and face fucks me harder I begin to gag and saliva begins to escape at the sides of my mouth, tears run down my eyes and the room is filled with the sound of his balls slapping against my chin, gagging noises and wet slurps.

“Aaahhh im CUMMING!

With one final push he puts his dick far back into my throat and holds it down.

“UGhgghhhhh” he groans.

I feel him tense up, as he cums his dick pulsates and then I feel 6 large wads of hot steamy cum enter my throat, 3 shoot down my throat and I begin to gag on the others, as I begin to lift my head up 1 more shoots into my mouth and then as I fully come up two more hit my face – one across my upper nose and one on the bottom lip down to my chin. His cum tastes musky, bleachy and sweet. I look up at Harry who now has his eyes closed and mouth open as he pants his breath, he opens them and sees me and then has a grin on his face. “You look good with my cum on your face.” He says. “Stay there.” He reached across to the bedside table and grabs his phone, he then takes a photo of me.

“That was a lot of cum.” I add.

“I held in over a weeks-worth, you can give one hell of a blowjob.”

“I know.” I smile.

I go to the bathroom to clean myself up and Harry walks in, he takes a long piss. I’m at the sink and Harry comes over to me, he turns me around and kisses me deep.

“I want to see you again…” he says.

I nod happily as I smile.