Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2019 07:28:02 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys 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 160 Charlie shot me a worried look. I shrugged. "Why not? We're a million miles from home and he knows the rule." To make sure that there were no surprises I knelt by Kevin's side and whispered in his ear. His head whipped round. "Wow! You've never suggested that before. I don't know, but ... oh hell, why not. I'm full of beer anyway. If we don't do it now we never will." "Sure?" He nodded. "All of them?" "Oh fuck, why not. Now, only you and Charlie get to fuck me. George obviously if he wants to, but not these guys, OK?" I got up. "Here's the deal, Cy and the rest of you. We're all full of beer and this barn's seen us all get rid of it in the way we like. Kevin's up for that, but that's it. You can watch Charlie and me fuck him -" (whoops of delight) "- but it's looking only, OK?" Kevin piped up, "these two fuck me all the time as I work for them, but since I met George I've sort of promised nobody else gets to fuck me apart from him and them." Cy said that all sounded very fair. "We'll watch these two ugly bastards rip into that cute little ass o' yours, baby, but we won't touch. We might help keep you cool though." Kevin's face was a picture. He knew he loved being fucked by Charlie and me - that wasn't a problem - but he wasn't altogether relaxed about such an enjoyable activity being witnessed by some many strangers - or indeed by George. He hadn't yet sorted out in his own mind how to deal with his relationship with us and his new, and far more deeply-felt, relationship with George. I don't think the whole pissing thing had yet entered his mind, but given that he had more beer in him than he's ever had before both his brain and his bladder were on a steep learning curve. He stood up and tore off his clothes. "Come on then, here I am." His divesting himself was the signal for the rest of us to do the same. Charlie and I because were on duty, and the rest of them (bar Esau and Irving) because it just seemed the right thing to do. Soon there were eight cocks on display: four with foreskins rising from bare skin, three without rising from very hairy bellies (would they never learn, these guys?) and Harry, uncut like us but hairy like the rest of Fishbein Brothers. Jakey crowed with delight. "I'd forgotten you guys shaved! I remember thinking you were weird like that." "Maybe you remember why," I said, "remember Prince and Sam?" Jakey and Esau nodded. "Yeah, they were big, and they looked a lot bigger because you could see the whole damn thing," said Esau. He turned to Irving. "Tonight you shave mine, OK?" Irving smiled - his happiness was unbounded - and stroked Esau. "That I will," he murmured. Kevin was getting antsy. "Come on, Patrick, you first. Let me get you nice and wet," and he knelt as he had knelt so often before and I closed my eyes. Kevin's lips and tongue are the softest you could imagine - yes, I know, they're not really, but they're the 16-year-old lips and tongue I'd been used to enjoying for two years, and they were therefore the softest I could imagine - OK? He knew from many such encounters how to get my ancient cock ready, and his hands were not idle either. Left hand gently cupping balls and rolling them just enough to make me twitch; right hand exploring my arse, teasing, entering, knowing that the finger-tip would encounter grease, pushing in, pushing in a second until ... "stop, Kevin, I need to fuck you." He got back up on the hay bale on his back. "Come on, Patrick, it's been weeks." His smile had its usual effect. I melted as I slowly entered him. As usual he reached up to my waist to pull me in, and when I was in we kissed, tongue greeting tongue, aware that six weeks had passed since that had happened. He removed his lips from mine and put them by my ear. "This pissing - what happens?" "You, I, all of them, we piss where and when we want. No questions - just do it." I felt his lips form a grin. "Even in me?" "Yes, and in me too if you want. And Charlie." "OK, fuck time," he whispered, and I leant back ready to perform. What I had not expected was that Kevin, assured by our whispered conversation that it was within the rules, held his cock, pulled back his foreskin and aimed the first of his pints of beer straight at my chest. "Aw Jeez, guys!" from one of the locals, "that's so fuckin' hot." Another voice cried, "can I piss on you two?" to which I recognised Jakey say that such permission had not only been clearly granted, but that indeed bounty of that kind would be very welcome to Kevin and me. He didn't put it quite like that though. "Course you can, dork," but the message was clearly received. I saw Harry approach, cock in hand, and smiled happily. I indicated with my eyes that Kevin's belly and an area somewhat lower might be the place where the greatest benefit would be found. Ten seconds later Kevin's yell? - sigh?- moan? - of surprise and delight indicated that Harry's offering was being received with pleasure. 60 seconds later when the final drops had been wrung from his foreskin Harry bent forward. "I know I can't fuck, but I get a kiss, right?" He got his reward. I was in two minds myself. Should I fuck Kevin and come first, or should I piss up there? I knew that Kevin, like Charlie and me, and all our boys, maintained a policy of having nothing untoward up our arses, so I knew that if a huge quantity of hot piss were introduced nothing would come out that hadn't gone in that way. I decided to pissfuck him, and since I was already all the way in all I had to do was persuade my bladder to do the needful with an erection. When I was 14 this wasn't easy, but happily repeated practice enabled me to switch from one penile activity to the other almost immediately. "Got a little something for you, Kevin," I murmured. "Already? That' quick ... oh, fuck! that's ... oh Christ ... aaaah." I hoped Charlie was noting for future reference that Kevin enjoyed what I was doing up there in the dark. Kevin's arms reached out and pulled me down, our two bodies joined in a pissy embrace. "I suppose I'll be doing this too," said George in a resigned voice which fooled no-one - at least it fooled no-one from our side of the Atlantic. I heard Abe say to Cy, "is he pissing in him?" Jakey said, "yup. He pissfucked me way back. It's real hot. Watch what happens when he's done." Abe didn't have to wait long. Kevin was so turned on by the new sensations in an area where he thought he knew all the interesting sensations a cock up there could provide that he didn't think of clenching as his rectum filled with a warm surge. Piss flowed out of his arse as fast as it was flowing in. "Ah! Patrick ... aaah!" and spunk flew out of his cock high up in the air. I was impressed - I couldn't remember anyone coming purely as a result of being pissfucked - and I hadn't begun to start proper fucking yet. George expressed pleasure at Kevin's achievement. Kevin started to laugh, "oh God! I can't help it - everything's so ... fucking wonderful." It's particularly rewarding when a 16-year-old becomes completely incoherent with joy while you're busy doing things to make him happy and fulfilled - or, as in this case, filled full. "Can I fuck you now, please?" I said. He nodded. "It can't get any better, can it?" I said I would try. Knowing that there was an audience, and that Charlie, and probably George too, would be involved in further pleasuring of the boy, I didn't hang about. I came vigorously after a few minutes. A few seconds before, while I still had time, I wondered whether my coming onto his chest might be fun, but I decided to keep my cock buried where it was. I imagined that Charlie, being quite a bit bigger than I am, might make a better display when the time came. As my orgasm faded I saw Jakey approaching, cock in hand. His aim was good, and most of it landed in the red hot area where my cock and Kevin's arsehole met. There was too much steam for me to see Kevin's face, but it seemed quite likely that the smile which had been plastered on it for 20 or more minutes was just as wide as it had been. Seeing gallons of piss pour all over us clearly led other bladders to feel that they might as well let go of their cargo, and Cy shuffled over. "Where d'you want it guys?" Kevin said nothing. "Why don't I pull out, Cy, and Charlie can take my place. He loves sloppy seconds and when he's nice and comfy maybe he can tell you." Cy nodded, "OK, but Charlie - don't hang about, will you." Charlie, thus summoned, was in place when I, and more piss, came out of Kevin's arse. Before leaving I took the liberty of using much of what appeared to baste Kevin's bits. "We don't them overheating," I murmured, taking my temporary farewell with a chaste kiss. Charlie was in there like a rat up a drain. You've heard me describe some of Charlie's fucks - slow, subtle, teasing, making the boy (whoever he was) beg for penetration to take place; not this time. Kevin was thrilled. "Oh God! Charlie, that's ... oof! ... yes, yes." Charlie looked at Cy and nodded. "Stand behind his head, Cy, and aim in this direction." Kevin's cock, belly and chest (and Charlie's chest too - Cy's bladder was powerful that night - were soaked. Kevin reached behind his head to hold Cy's cock. "Come round and let me finish you," he whispered. Cy looked a question at Charlie, who shrugged. "If he wants it, why not." As soon as it was in reach Kevin pulled Cy's cock, still pissing, into his mouth. George was heard to comment on, and to commend, this forwardness on his boyfriend's part. Half the beer had made its way onto or into Kevin. Charlie would no doubt be doing his bit. Abe, Esau and Irving were still hopping about (although Esau wasn't actually hopping). "It's no good," I heard him say, "Irv, I have to piss but I can't get over there." "Can you wait two minutes?" Irving said, "I have an idea." Esau grunted. Irving whipped his clothes off, got up and went to where the action was. He whispered in Charlie's ear. Charlie looked surprised but nodded. Irving knelt beside Charlie who took his cock out of Kevin's arse ("back in a minute, don't go away") and placed it in front of Irving's face. "Go on, it's up to you, Irving." Irving swallowed, opened his mouth and took the first inch of Charlie's cock, pissy, spunky and covered in Kevin's arse juices, into his mouth. I'd love to have been inside his head to know how his taste buds dealt with that heady cocktail. Irving nodded. Charlie pissed - not much - and Irving swallowed. Irving moved back so that Charlie's cock was no longer between his lips. Charlie pissed some more and it ran down Irving's chest. Irving looked down. He saw an erection where there hadn't been one before. He stood up smiling. "Thanks, Charlie." Esau said, "what the hell was all that about?" Irving said quietly that if somebody nice and kind like Charlie could piss in him and on him and produce a hard-on, then think what would happen when the man he loved pissed on him. "Let's get you out of these clothes, Esau," he said. To his eternal credit Esau didn't hesitate. A man who, until a few hours before, had been at pains to let no-one see his disability, was now either so much in love, or so fired up with unaccustomed lust, or maybe just so relaxed and happy with old friends and a new lover, that he allowed his lover to strip him and kneel in front of him. Irving's face radiated happiness. "Yes, E, let it go. I want it. I want you." Jakey, Cy, Abe and Harry all whooped and applauded as Esau did just that. "Yo, E," cried Jakey, "we knew you had it in you." Irving stood up and began to return the treat. "Mmm," murmured Esau, "I'd forgotten how much I used to like this. We did it a lot as boys." Cy and Jakey nodded. The Fishbein boys had enjoyed many such episodes after the Queen Mary whores had introduced them to golden pleasures all those years ago. While all this was going on Charlie was quietly fucking Kevin. Kevin was noisily being fucked. It was just like being back in Aylesbury. When Charlie finished George took his place. Kevin's body was wreathed in sweat as well as what had once been beer, but his face still radiated unsated lust. "I've kept the best for last," he murmured happily as George took him in his arms. Their lovemaking was intense, and I don't feel I can do it justice. What I will do is describe what some of our hosts were up to. Naturally they had paired off and I had been dimly aware (while I was fucking Kevin) that Jakey and Harry had been doing noisy things to each other. Abe and Cy were busy while Charlie was on duty - none of these episodes was of much interest to anyone apart from the participants. But in a corner where Esau and Irving had finished dealing with the beer Esau was back down kneeling in front of Esau. His hands were under Esau's arse pulling his cock as far into his mouth as was possible. Esau's hands were stroking Irving's hair, his fingers weaving in and out in an attempt to get even more of himself into Irving's busy mouth. Irving's head was bobbing in a frenzy. If they had never done this before it wasn't going to last long, so pent-up were the desires they both at last were able to acknowledge. Esau started to writhe. "Oh fuck, Irv, oh ... oh... gonna jizz ... aaaaargh!" and the jizz flew unseen to where Irving had so desperately wanted it to flow for so long. Irving stayed where he was. Esau's hands dropped to enfold the boy's face, at last lifting it so that they could look into each other's eyes. "I love you," said Esau solemnly. Irving nodded, his eyes moist. This tender moment, so unexpected merely 24 hours earlier, was accompanied by whooping and what to us more restrained British types seemed inappropriate cries of 'about fucking time, E' from Jakey. But we were on US soil, in a barn owned by Americans, so we joined in the extravagant celebrations. The afternoon morphed into the early evening. More beer, more tears, and later more piss, made the day memorable. There was more fucking too - lots more. By around 8 we'd all run out of energy and Cy called a halt. "Let's clean up and eat." The barn could look after itself, but the ten of us went back to the house and showered, joyfully if wearily, in pairs. Harry said he'd fed us enough so it was agreed that Cy would phone out for a delivery of pizzas. Jakey gave him a sideways look. I wondered what it betokened, and Jakey must have seen my quizzical look. "Casey's the pizza boy. He's very cute and sometimes he visits without bringing any pizza. He's 15." I nodded knowingly. On this occasion, however, the pizza delivery was made and Casey took his departure after only a few minutes. Those minutes were, however, enough for him to learn that two of his regulars were now an item. Irving and Esau were congratulated by Casey. Kevin was introduced to Casey and (after Casey had gone) said that if time had permitted he would like to have introduced himself to Casey. It never happened, alas, because the next day we drove back to JFK to return the car and fly home. All six of the extended family of Fishbein Brothers came to the Best Western to see us off. It was very emotional, as you can guess. The three of us wondered whether we'd see any of them again. Kevin was probably wondering why it hadn't dawned on anyone to suggest pizza a few nights earlier. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 161 as we meet Ade's mother and sort out the future. The story is, of course, fiction, but the photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real, as are the details of the final voyage. I first saw the boys while making a transatlantic crossing in 2017, and had the pleasure of seeing them again in April 2019, smiling at the knowledge of all the things that had befallen them since I first saw them, and thought again how cute "I" was. I'm sure he had adventures in real life ... Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. =============================================================================