Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2018 08:15:06 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 45 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 45 We soon settled into a routine at Ashokan. We didn't always wake up with the same person each day, but once the interesting first-thing-in-the-morning was enjoyed things didn't vary greatly. A swim, during the course of which bladders were emptied (sometimes into the lake directly, sometimes not), was followed by a big American breakfast (Ryan didn't swim, not at that time of day anyway). Then solid work until midday, another swim, this time with instruction from Larry, then lunch, by which time six teenagers - despite having eaten a large breakfast - were starving again. Phil insisted that there was a period of an hour after lunch when we rested. I have to record that during this period most of us were actually fairly energetic on most days. We - the boys, that is - had decided on day 2 that we would spend the night with our boyfriend, but that the post-lunch sessions would be promiscuous. Tim expressed the view of all of us when he simply said, "Sam fucks me at night, and I want a change each afternoon." An informal rota was drawn up. We wondered how we wanted to deal with the three men. Alan said that it was OK for them to be in charge of the training we got, because Cunard had told them, but once it was dark we ought to be able to decide who we messed about with. "I like sex with all three of them," he said, "but I don't want the same one in our cabin each night." Murmurs of assent were heard. "Why don't we just tell them at supper?" said Tim. Once the 'rest' was over we had another two hours of work. They split us up into two groups, very sensibly with no couples together, and what one group had been taught in the morning the other group got in the afternoon. Looking back on it, it was a very efficient way of teaching us, while keeping us happy and interested. By the time we returned to the ship each one of us could have set a table with all the right tableware and glasses, could serve competently, and could turn our hands to any number of useful sous-chef jobs in the galley. Charlie was by far the best pupil for Ryan, and he promised to teach him more advanced stuff on Queen Mary. "It'll have to be unofficial, you understand, Charlie, and you'll still be a bell boy, but you have a flair for cooking and it'll be a pleasure to teach you." Charlie was thrilled, and so was I on his behalf. We all knew that we wouldn't be bell boys for ever, and having a trade which Cunard would find useful would mean that when old age got us - 18 or whenever - we might still be with Queen Mary. Bell boys, after all, had to be young and sexy. At supper that evening a plan was agreed. Each of the men would spent two nights in each cabin, and then rotate to the next one. That meant that, if that cabin decided, he would get a night with each boy separately, or two nights in a threesome. The beds weren't ideal for a threesome, but two pushed together could accommodate a man and two of us if we really friendly - and by the time sleep overtook us we usually were. The nights became a routine as well, although 'routine' doesn't do some of the excitement justice. We compared notes one evening after about three weeks and each one of us had fucked, and been fucked by, had sucked, and been sucked by, all eight of the others. And all because the nautical draughtsmen hadn't thought about handrails! Weekends were different. Following our adventure in Jakey and Esau's barn we made it crystal clear that this was going to be a fixture each Saturday. When we told them about what had happened after we got back from Kingston that first Saturday the three men were greatly amused. "Trust you lot to find a fuck as soon as you were uncaged," said Phil. "I feel insulted," I said, "there was no fucking at all. If we play our cards right we might get that far in another couple of weeks, but not on a first date." "But don't worry," added Tim, "we'll keep you informed." I was secretly relieved that none of them suggested that they should come to the barn - it was enough for Jakey and Esau to deal with us six without confusing them by having grown-up Martians as well. Besides, the two of them would have their hands full looking after us six. And not just their hands either. On the Friday evening we asked Ryan to come to our cabin where all six of us were gathered. It had been two months since his last visit of this nature. We wanted to give Jakey and Esau a surprise. The next morning we piled into the bus. The nine of us had all the supplies we needed bought and stowed in the bus by 1015 and we were itching to get to the soda fountain. "Tell you what," said Ryan, "we'll make a bargain with you. We know you want these two kids for yourselves, but we're curious to see what they look like. So we'll come into the soda place a few minutes after you and sit at a different table. We won't let on we know you. We get to see these boys, and you get to play with them. OK?" Nods all round. "OK," said Phil, "back in the bus at 1300." He parked in the shade two blocks away from the soda fountain while we went into the cool. Jakey and Esau were already there and jumped up to greet us. Clearly the Martians had made an impact on at least two members of this community. Sodas soon appeared, and disappeared almost as fast. The second round, drunk in a more dignified manner, allowed the outbreak of conversation. In response to insistent questioning we told them who we really were, and why we were there. Their awe was only marginally less that it would have been had we really been Martians. They knew nothing about Queen Mary and were only vaguely aware that there was ocean once you got to New York. Their visit had not led to a great quest for geographical knowledge. At this point the door opened and three good-looking young men came in, sitting down at a table about 20 feet away. They ordered coffee and 'do-nuts' which they'd seen on the menu. We'd noticed these, but hadn't been impressed. "They spell terribly," whispered Sam. Jakey and Esau glanced at the three strangers, but didn't pay much attention. The three strangers however were very interested in what they saw: two dark-haired lads, obviously twins, with freckled faces and big-toothed smiles. Charlie and I were sitting between them, facing the table where the strangers were (good planning, Patrick!) and I could see that they were pleased with what they saw. The strangers could not see that each twin had a Martian's hand on his thigh, very close indeed to where thigh disappeared up into shorts. The two Martians looked at each other, than at the crutch of the boy they were stroking, then - very briefly - at the three strangers. Was there a hint of a smile? If there was it was because Charlie and I had felt hard American dick. The dicks' owners squirmed. "Not here," hissed mine - Esau, adjusting himself. He didn't see the three grins on the strangers' faces. It was amusing watching Jakey and Esau struggle with their dilemma. They really wanted to get to the barn for the fun they'd been looking forward to for a week; but they were both boned up (as they would put it) and while they didn't mind us knowing - and seeing - that, they were embarrassed by the three men sitting just a couple of tables away. I could sense their difficulty, and it wasn't fair to them to keep them waiting too long - besides we were almost as keen to get to the barn as they were. I reached down again and gave Esau's dick a big squeeze. "Come on," I said, standing up, "we've all got work to do," and I led the way out, straight past the table where the three men were sitting. I grinned cheekily at the first one, "like what you see, guys?" and went on past. I could feel a great glow from behind me as a bright red Esau, erection clearly visible in his shorts, scurried past. "You prick," he hissed. "No, your prick, and I bet they loved every inch of it. Couldn't you tell - they're as queer as anything." Jakey, close behind and equally ready for fun, and almost equally red, asked how I knew. "Dunno, I can just tell," I said, "I fancy the one I spoke to, and I reckon he fancies me." (It was Ryan of whom I spoke.) "What d'you mean, you fancy him?" said Esau. "Well," I said, "you know we sucked your dicks last week? Lots of boys do that, like Cy if you're lucky, but most boys grow up to want to fuck women instead. The ones that don't want to fuck women want to fuck other men, or, if they can get their hands on them, boys. Lovely sexy boys like you two - and us six. Guys like that are queers. We're all queer boys, and we love it. That's why we're so good at blow jobs. And if you want to find out more about what we're good at, why not just ask?" By this time we were in sight of the barn. Deliverance from virginity was at hand, although they didn't know that yet. Jakey and Esau had hung on every word. I wondered what would happen when we all got our clothes off. As soon as we got to the barn we all stripped off. Jakey and Esau were hard as a nail: they'd been excited since the moment they got up. "You've not got hairs any more," said Esau, "why not?" "Come and feel," I said. They needed no further encouragement, and within a minute or two each of them had had a good feel of shaved Queen Mary pubes. "Cy's as hairy as a goat," said Jakey, and we want to get hairs on our dick. Why don't you?" "We shave ours," said Tim, "it feels much nicer with skin than it does with hair. OK, you feel you're growing up when hairs sprout, but they're a fucking nuisance when you get down to it. What matters is what you guys call jizz - that's when you start growing up." The twins grinned. "We first jizzed nearly a year ago," said Jakey proudly. "And we've jizzed like you guys showed us - that 69 thing. It's great!" added Esau. "Did you swallow?" asked Andrew, "we do." There was a hesitation. "We didn't want to," said Jakey, "because it's like piss." "No it isn't," said Andrew, "it's nothing like piss." Jakey's jaw dropped. "You guys don't drink piss do you? That's gross." "We do, and it isn't," I said, "but you don't have to do any of those things if you don't want to. What we want to do is fool around with you guys. Less talk, more dick action - well, your dicks, our cocks. You've had a week to dream about what you'd like to do, so spit it out - you must have some ideas." "We want you to suck our dicks again," said Jakey, "that was great." "OK, but only if you let us swallow," said Tim, "and then you can suck the guy who's just sucked yours." Jakey and Esau exchanged a look - they had feared a deal of this kind. After a moment's hesitation Jakey said, "OK, but we're not swallowing piss." We all promised solemnly that all that would come out of our cocks would be jizz. The twins' desire to be sucked off was much greater than their fear of urinary oral contamination, so we got down to business. Last time Andrew, Alan, Tim and I had had the twins' cocks in their mouth; this time it was Charlie and Sam who stepped up to the plate. As we wanted to move things forward we went about our task differently. Both boys were on their back, as they had been the week before, but instead of just lying beside them and taking their cocks into our mouths this time we started a bit lower down. "Just relax and let us do what we're good at," said Charlie, and proceeded to lift Jakey's legs and gently push them back so that his knees were in the right place beside his ears. A moment later he said loudly, "hey Esau, he's licking my ass!" It was true, and seconds later Esau found that his ass too was being licked. "Isn't that gross?" came the enquiry from near his knees. "Not if you're clean. It doesn't taste of shit, it tastes of sexy Yankee 13-year-old and believe me, that's a mighty fine taste," said Sam. Giggles from near the knees greeted this truth. Charlie and Sam concentrated on their arseholes, as you do, and were gratified to see that their holes gradually relaxed and even began to open slightly. An opening arse is of course an invitation, but neither of them felt that even a finger at this stage would be welcome, so tongues went in a little way. Both boys squirmed. "Like that?" said Sam. "Oh God yes, don't stop." They licked and tongue-probed for several minutes while Jakey and Esau simmered nicely. "Oh Jesus, I need to jizz," moaned Esau. They decided that this was the moment to move up a gear, and cocks were soon in their mouths. Both boys instinctively started to fuck the exciting warm mouths and Charlie and Sam responded by pushing a carefully-greased finger up inside as far as the first knuckle. The boys instinctively clenched. "Push out as though you're shitting and it won't hurt," said Alan. In the high stare of sexual excitement in which they found themselves they would have obeyed any instruction implicitly, so they pushed, and of course Charlie and Sam pushed too until a whole finger - just the one - was deep inside. They felt around for hard little promise-buttons and rubbed them. Aladdin's rubbing of his magic lamp paled in comparison with what gushed from the two spouts under oral attack. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," cried Jakey as the assault on his prostate and the insistent tongue music from Charlie brought him hurtling over the edge into a jizzing like he'd never known before. "Your jizz is tasty," said Charlie, "it's sweet, just like honey." A minute later Sam, similarly blessed with a mouthful from Esau, said that Esau's was "sweet, but more like soda." Charlie and Sam went on rimming them after they'd come so that they'd get used to the sensation. With any luck if we played our cards right in the next hour or two we might get to fuck them next Saturday. But those cards would have to be played very carefully. Cy had promised to give these guys a blow job three months into the future, and the mystery of what that might entail had driven them to agreeing to blow jobs from us. If being fucked could be presented as a hundred times better than getting a blow job we might be onto something. It was five minutes since Jakey had come. "Come on Jakey, you do me now," said Charlie. Jakey, to his credit, showed no hesitation. "Do I have to lick your ass?" he asked. "Not this time if you don't want to. Just suck my cock like I sucked yours." Charlie lay on his back and Jakey allowed himself time to examine Charlie minutely. In the week that had passed since their first glorious blow jobs the twins has, as they told us, done 'that 69 thing', but we had no idea of how well they had done it, or how successful they had been in keeping their teeth out of the action. Jakey admitted this. "We're not sure if we're doing it right," he said. Charlie assured him that if he felt any teeth he'd yell, but apart from that any guidance would be gentle. "I want to enjoy this as much as you do, Jakey," he said, stroking the boy's hair. While Jakey was admiring the scenery close up Esau said that they had both wondered about our frills. No boy they knew had a frill, and if we weren't really Martians (they had come to that conclusion quite soon after we'd left), then where were we from? Andrew said that he and Charlie came from Scotland, Sam from Wales and 'these three' (he pointed scornfully) from England. It was clear that Jakey and Esau were none the wiser. "We're all British, from across the ocean from you guys," said Andrew, "that's why we work on Queen Mary." Esau persisted, the door to knowledge enticingly ajar. "Do all boys from there have frills then?" They were not the only ones for whom the door of knowledge was open. I had been curious about the fact that not only were they circumcised, but that they'd clearly never seen a cock in its ordinary state. I had sought out Phil and asked him, and he'd explained about Jewish men. It seemed gruesome to me, but he said that it was done when the baby was only a week old. That didn't make it seem any less gruesome - your cock surely hurts like fuck if you cut bits off, even if all you can do about it scream blue murder. Phil shrugged. "That's the way it is, Patrick, and neither you nor I are going to change thousands of years of history." Equipped therefore, as I then was, I asked Esau whether all their friends were Jewish. "Oh God, yes, Pa wouldn't want us mixing with Christians." I told him that, although we weren't Martians we were in fact part of the dreaded Christian horde, and that was what the frills were for. Esau thought about this. Jakey, intent on his visual exploration, had heard every word, and put in his tuppence-worth. "Fuck it, Esau, who cares what they are. It's their dicks we want not their pagan souls." I was delighted to note that while Jakey's spiritual adviser regarded Christians in much the same way that Father Corrigan had regarded Protestants, Jakey didn't buy the message. Charlie, ex-religious zombie that he was, had listened amused to all this. "Now that's settled, Jakey, tell me what you're seeing down there that interests you." Jakey, who was about to engulf Charlie's cock, still felt the need to ask shyly if he might 'move the frill'. Charlie, keeping a straight face, graciously agreed. Sam said that when the frill was pulled back the end of Charlie's dick would be very sensitive, and should only be touched by Jakey's lips or his tongue. Clever Sam! "It's called a foreskin, by the way," he added. Esau jumped up. "I know about them! They're in the Tanakh. The Philistines had them. Are you Philistines?" "No, dummy, they're British. Don't you listen?" admonished his brother. Esau subsided, temporarily crushed. At last Jakey has seen all that he wanted. Very carefully, using two fingers and a thumb, Charlie's foreskin was rolled back, probably more carefully than it had been since he was a little boy. Sure enough a moist pink cock-head emerged. Esau was watching closely - this was better than science lessons at school. They had had the talk about babies and stuff, but seeing a real live dick was something else. Jakey, remembering his instructions, bent forward to lick this magic thing he had unveiled. Charlie shivered. Jakey leapt back as if stung. "No, Jakey, he shivered because it feels so good," I said, "go on." Jakey licked again, and again ... and soon Charlie's cock was where it wanted to be. Jakey's tongue felt more freedom to lick this hot thing in the safe confines of Jakey's mouth - its home territory. Charlie took hold of Jakey's head and made encouraging noises. "You doing a great job, Jakey," said Alan, "I can tell from Charlie's face." Charlie was edging closer as Jakey's tongue lashed around. "Feel my balls," he muttered, and Jakey's right hand sought the smooth hairless targets. That sent a spark through Charlie. He held Jakey's head firmly and said "coming" and two seconds later we could see his stomach rippling as he shot spunk into Jake's imprisoned mouth. "Swallow it, Jakey, or you'll choke," said Tim. The boy had little option, and when Charlie had stopped spurting and he had instinctively swallowed the first lot we could see him pause for a couple of seconds, Charlie still in his mouth, think, mentally shrug, and swallow the rest. Charlie slipped out. Jakey sat up to praise from five onlooker experts and one eager brother. "What was it like, Jakey?" asked Esau. Jakey, a born actor, took his time. "I can't tell you exactly," he said after the necessary dramatic pause. "It was somewhere between marvellous and fucking marvellous. It tasted much creamier than yours though." Lest Esau felt diminished by this comparison I pointed out that Charlie was 16 and his jizz was naturally creamier than anything a boy of 13 could produce. "Remember the first watery little squirt you did a year ago? Well, it's thicker now, isn't it?" Nods of agreement. "And it'll be thicker like Charlie's when you're his age." Honour was satisfied. Esau sucked Sam's cock. He told us afterwards that he'd done "bloody well - he'll be a star at parties if they meet up with other kids their age." Once Esau and Sam had recovered the eight of us sat naked on the hay bales wondering what would happen next. We six knew where we wanted to go, but the word 'fucking' had only been used as an intensifier, and not yet as an activity (except in describing Cy and his girlfriend a week earlier). We didn't have to be back at the bus for another hour. It was time to move the twins' curiosity boundary again. "Tell us," I said, "what you saw when Cy was fucking his girlfriend. Did you see him putting it in?" Jakey and Esau looked at each other, debating perhaps whether this was a secret best kept in the family. However the fun of telling us this piece of rudery was far greater than any feeling of family loyalty, particularly in view of the long delay before the delivery of the promised blow jobs. "We saw his arse going up and down and we heard them making noises," said Jakey. Now for it, Patrick. "Would you like to see two of us fucking?" Silence. They exchanged looks again. Then Esau said, "how can you - there's no girls?" "No, but we fuck each other. Do you want to see?" What 13-year-old could refuse such an invitation? Certainly not Jakey or Esau who, after only a moment's hesitation, nodded eagerly. "How will you do it?" said Esau. He saw soon enough. The obvious performers were Tim and me - twins to entice these new twins to think that what they were about to see might be fun to do to each other in the six days before we came visiting again. Tim and I did a scissors-paper-stone to see who was going to fuck, and he won. "Now watch," he said, all teacher-like. I got on my back and pulled my knees up to my ears. "He's going to fuck him in the ass!" said Jakey. "You got it, Jakey," I said, "remember how when Charlie had his finger up you and hit your magic button? Well, that's why being fucked in the arse is great. Tim's cock will rub my button and I'll be in heaven." Tim made a great fuss of getting me in the right position, and making sure my arse was good and ready - every detail of which was being minutely observed and, I hoped, remembered for another time. At last he put his cock in and I made a great show of delight, moaning fetchingly for added verisimilitude. Actually I loved it when Tim fucked me, but I did put it on a bit that day. Tim got into a rhythm and I relaxed into enjoying him pounding into me. It wasn't long before I could tell he was near. "Do it on me," I muttered, "let them see." Tim nodded, and when, a minute or so later, he was seconds away he whipped his cock out and wanked the last few strokes, coming onto my belly with a cry. "Fuck," breathed Jakey. Tim slipped out, his cock wet with cum. "Who wants a taste?" he said. Jakey looked at Esau; Esau looked at Jakey; their eyes locked and Esau won the scissors-paper-stone. He had Tim's cock in his mouth and was happily slurping all the jizz he could find. This was the boy who'd balked at swallowing only a few days earlier. Meanwhile I was lying there with a pool of cum on my belly, and all mine still in my balls. "Tell you what, guys," I said to my colleagues, "let's give these two a real treat. Charlie, Sam, Alan, Andrew, come and kneel round me and we'll all wank as fast as we can. Then there'll be six loads of cum on my belly." The four of them gathered round and Jakey and Esau stood at my head to get a grandstand view. I noticed while all the Queen Mary fists were flying that they were also giving their dicks plenty of attention. I don't know whether it was luck or skill, but the four Queen Mary cocks all began to squirt within a few seconds of each other, with mine a few second after that. Esau cried, "the British are coming!" and he and Jakey fell about laughing helplessly. I couldn't see the joke at all, but in the aftermath of finding myself covered in six loads of spunk my mind wasn't on the deepest analysis of humour. The spunk got licked up - I don't know who got most of it, but everybody got some. When, years later, I came across the expression again I finally understood. It was a good joke. I wondered what Jakey and Esau were doing - they'd have been 20 or so. I reminded Jakey about the three queers we had encountered into the soda fountain. "Yeah," he said, "you said you thought one of them fancied you. Why you?" I had to think quickly. "Probably because I smiled at him - that's often a sign that a complete stranger likes the look of you. If you smile back then that's you telling him that you like the look of him. It doesn't take a college degree to work out what to do about it, does it?" Esau asked what I would have done if there'd been nobody else there. "You mean just the guy and me?" "Yes, what would you have done, you that hasn't got a college degree?" I didn't have to think about this at all. "I'd have either walked past his table and picked a coin off the floor and said 'I think you dropped this', or if the toilet was near I'd have gone in and smiled just before I disappeared." "What if there wasn't a coin on the floor?" asked Jakey, keen to learn all the wrinkles of this technique. "It was in my hand all the time." "Wow!" said Esau, "have you done that often?" "Often enough to know it works," I said enigmatically. A pause occurred while Jakey and Esau thought about what I'd told them, and the other five of us waited to see which way things were going to jump. I was pretty sure they would bite, so I jiggled the worm a bit. "I saw one of the other ones look at you, Jakey, and say something to the one who fancied me." With that jerk my victim was hooked. "Patrick," said Jakey in a wheedly sort of voice, "if they're in there next Saturday will you ... make friends?" "If you mean, will I pick up the quarter one of them has dropped, yeah, sure." Smiles of considerable width greeted this. The timing was perfect: the bus would go in 12 minutes. We were all fulfilled. We got dressed, and told each other we'd meet again the next Saturday. "Maybe we'll let you fuck us," said Jakey. "Maybe we will, if you ask nicely," retorted Tim. But his grin indicated that we wouldn't really need to be asked at all. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 46 as we have more adventures in upstate New York. The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing a few months ago, and the boy I describe as "me" is really cute. I'm sure he had adventures ... 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