Date: Fri, 4 May 2018 18:25:01 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 47 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 47 The sense of excitement in the bus, high as we left Kingston, was well off the scale by the time we reached Ashokan. With six helpers who knew where everything was to be stowed, and two others with no clue, but willing to carry things to Ryan, the bus was unloaded in record time. "Right," said Ryan, "I do the cooking round here, and people who help get the best bits. Today is special because we have guests. Why don't the eight of you bugger off and swim for a while. I'll whistle when it's five minutes to food time. Go." We were accustomed to being instructed in this way, but it came as something of a shock to Jakey and Esau to be told to 'bugger off' by a grown-up. "He said 'bugger'," Esau murmured to Jakey. I smiled. With any luck bugger would not merely be something they heard, but be witnessed, perhaps even undergone. Charlie and I showed the twins where we slept, but without pointing out where their beds might be. With luck they wouldn't actually have beds of their own anyway. We stripped off and picked up towels. Jakey said that they didn't have swimming trunks. "So? Nor do we. Come on, it's more fun like this," and we started towards the lake. The other four were already swimming, and I was glad to see Jakey and Esau running as fast as they could, cocks bobbing nicely, to join us. They were both good swimmers and soon we were all larking around splashing each other and playing what Jakey called 'grab-ass'. This was not unfamiliar to us, and it led to a most pleasurable ten minutes or so as grab-ass inevitably became grab-other-stuff. When the whistle went all eight of us were joyfully erect. We waded to the shore and got out without a second thought, but the twins were more circumspect. "They'll see our dicks," said Esau. "Why do you think you're here if not to have fun with your dicks?" Tim asked. "We've seen them already, and the sooner the other three see them, the better. Come on." This was evidently well outside their comfort zone, but - as has been often observed - cocks, dicks even, tend to lead where heads might utter caution. By the time the five minutes had elapsed eight boys were roughly dried and re-encased (perhaps only temporarily) in their clothes. Ryan did us proud. As well as his superb burgers he had done baked potatoes with all kinds of fancy fillings. When the burgers were demolished buckets of ice cream followed. Ryan was aware that the quickest way to a boy's cock is through his stomach. He, Phil and Larry joined us at the big table - 11 of us steadily getting through about a hundredweight of burgers. "What would you guys like to do?" asked Larry, looking at Jakey. Jakey, caught in mid-mouthful, had time to think before replying. In his shoes any of us would have instantly replied 'you mean apart from fucking?', but Jakey hadn't yet reached that degree of familiarity with these three new adults. "Swimming's great," he said, "and having no clothes on makes it a lot more fun." "So we saw," said Phil, causing Esau to choke. "Don't choke, Esau," he said, "we liked seeing nice cocks coming out of the lake. We see these guys' cocks all the time, and new ones are always good to see." "Especially when they up and ready for action," added Larry. Jakey and Esau, now recovered, looked at each other. "Go on, Jakey," said Esau. Jakey swallowed and, drawing a deep breath, spoke for them both. "Patrick and the others have done stuff in the barn with us and they sucked our dicks and Patrick fucked me but Esau said it was too sore when Tim tried to fuck him and we all jizzed onto Patrick and they said you were queers and that meant you like sucking boys' dicks and fucking them and that's why we're here." "So that's what we'd like to do, Larry. Please," added Esau. Such a polite boy. The three men laughed. "Whoa there, boys," said Phil, "it's not that easy. You know nothing about us. Haven't your parents warned you about going off with strange men?" Jakey's reply was irrefutable. "But you're not strange. Patrick and Tim and all the others are our friends, and you're their friends, so you must be our friends - well, almost." "He's got you there," said Larry, adding, "tell us what you'd like to do then." The twins laid out their wants. They were aware, they said, that we six bell boys did all kinds of interesting things to each other, and they said that they had witnessed activities thitherto unknown to them, but subsequently found to be mutually very satisfying. "They 69 and come in each other's mouth," translated Andrew helpfully. They had also heard that the three men now before them did other interesting things to the six bell boys, and moreover that every one of the bell boys had indicated to them that these acts were also agreeable. "They know you fuck us," from Andrew again. "And that we love it," added Charlie. Esau said that it was true that when Tim had tried to fuck him it was unbearable, but that when I had done Jakey Jakey had loved it. "I don't know whether I'm brave enough to try it again," he said, "but maybe if you help me." This was news, as only three hours earlier he had not sounded like a boy willing to try being fucked again. I wondered whether he and Jakey had talked about it. "So what would you like to do?" repeated Larry. Unexpectedly it was Alan who rescued them. "They don't know, Larry, all they want is to have fun doing sexy things with us - with you, with guys their own age, with anyone. Why do you need a plan?" Larry smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "OK, Alan, you win. I', sorry, boys; just let's forget the third degree and taken the next day as it comes." Jakey and Esau broke into huge grins, and we joined them. Their enthusiasm was infectious - and they did have nice cocks too. "I think we need to calm things down," I said, "we're putting these guys under too much pressure." Esau threw me a grateful look. "Let's us kids leave you three for a while and sort things out by ourselves." Phil nodded and Tim led the way into his cabin. All eight of us got onto the beds, pushed together as usual. "Do they really want to fuck us?" asked Esau. We assured him that nothing happened here that both people weren't happy with. "Nobody forces anybody," said Charlie, "trust me." Alan said that all three men had fucked each of us many times, and that we all fucked each other. I could see from Esau's face that he was uncomfortable with all this talk of fucking. "It's not just fucking," I said, "we all suck cocks as well, and if someone jizzes in our mouth, as you call it, we swallow it. They do us and we do them. Sometimes we fuck them - you've seen Sam's cock, and it's bigger than some of theirs." Jakey was stroking his cock through his shorts. "Let's strip off," said Andrew, "it's more fun that way." In a minute eight boys were back on the beds, this time with eight cocks on display. Everybody got hold of the nearest cock and started to play with it. Alan and Sam, who happened to be the ones playing with Jakey and Esau, bent and took the boys' cocks in their lips, treating them to skilled blow jobs. "Don't get too excited," Tim said, "we want to join in." He made Alan and Sam lie on their backs with Jakey and Esau lying on top of them in 69 positions. He and Andrew then knelt behind the twins and concentrated on their arses. I could see what Tim was doing. He took one of Jakey's arse cheeks in each hand and gently separated them so that we could see his tight little pucker. He blew gently and the pucker twitched. He bent forward, still holding the boy's cheeks apart, and licked slowly from the back of his balls, getting nearer and nearer to his arsehole. Jakey moaned, "ah, fuck, that's good" and took the tip of Alan's cock in his mouth. It was Alan's turn to moan. Tim lapped vigorously at Jakey's hole and it gradually relaxed. I looked over to the other side of the bed where Andrew was working on Esau's arse. Good luck, I thought. Maybe he'd have more success if he took a long time to get Esau heated up. When Tim had tried to fuck him there hadn't been much preparation. I passed Tim the grease, and he took a dollop and passed it on to Andrew. I watched as Tim smeared grease in Jakey's crack and inserted a finger. Jakey sighed and wriggled his arse. "Another one," he murmured after Tim had got the first in as far as it would go. Tim obliged and Jakey moaned some more. I reached into the narrow space between Jakey's belly and Alan's belly and felt Jakey's cock. It was hot and hard, its tip wet with precum. I transferred what I could to my mouth. I looked over and saw that Charlie was copying what I had done to Jakey. Andrew was working his greased finger round and round Esau's arse lips which were becoming more and more distended as the boy's lust got hotter and hotter. I was pretty sure from the look of his arse that a finger would be well-received if inserted. Andrew had a different idea: he saw what I saw, but he was playing a longer game - his finger wouldn't make any move from where it was until Esau begged him to put it in. I returned my gaze to Tim. He now had three fingers deep inside Jakey. I moved so that I could see Jakey's face: his eyes were tight shut and his smile was wide. I mouthed to Tim, "are you going to fuck him?" and Tim nodded, but he was in no hurry. My brother was enjoying being up Jakey's arse almost as much as Jakey was enjoying being stretched and having his prostate rubbed. On this occasion it was Jakey, not Tim, who called the shots. "Fuck me, Tim, I need you in me." Tim was in the right position, and he took hold of Jakey by the hips and touched his cockhead to Jakey's wide-open arsehole. As soon as he did he leaned forward, slowly pushing his cock in. "Push, Jakey," I whispered, but he needed no reminding. Tim's cock was drawn in as thoroughly as it was when he fucked any of us. I looked over to what was happening with Esau. To my surprise - there had been no crying out - Andrew had two fingers well up Esau, and Esau seemed comfortable. I had a decision to make. My cock was shorter and less thick that Andrew's, and I would stand a better chance of being able to fuck Esau than Andrew would, certainly on this occasion anyway. "I mouthed to Andrew, "me in there?" and Andrew nodded. He went in with his two fingers, rubbing Esau's prostate a bit, but not enough to get him close. I greased my cock and moved into position. Andrew took his fingers out and I put mine in. Esau gave a low throaty growl, "oh, that's good," and when I tried a third he clenched instinctively. "Push, Esau," I whispered, and when he did my third finger went straight to its target. I rubbed his prostate with my index and fourth fingers while my middle finger rubbed the sensitive lining of his arse. I could tell he was getting close. Out came my fingers suddenly - "ah!" from Esau (disappointment, I thought) - and in went my well-greased cock, all the way - "ow!" from Esau, but nothing stronger. I kept my cock in as far as it would go, my pubes pressed up against his arse, not moving. He relaxed. "Are you fucking me? Who is it?" "It's Patrick, Esau, and my cock is as far as I can get it inside you. Are you OK?" A deep "yeah," told me all I needed to know. It wasn't that Esau was a natural top, it was that Tim had been careless about getting the poor boy's arse good and slippery. I took hold of Esau's hips and began to fuck him. Slowly, very slowly at first, almost all the way out, then all the way back in, gradually getting faster. Esau was wanking himself and his cries were getting louder and more insistent, then - his arse clamped on my cock, he threw his head back and howled, his cock erupted onto his hand and Sam's belly and, fired by his muscular contraction, my cock shot spunk deep, deep inside him, where no-one had ever been. Esau's cherry was picked. I collapsed onto him, causing him to collapse onto Sam, the sticky mess costing both of their bellies. Luckily Esau had stopped sucking Sam's cock long before he lost control of his teeth. Back on the other side of the bed Tim had filled Jakey's arse and Jakey had come all over Alan. Esau looked over and proudly told his brother, "Patrick fucked me, and it only hurt a bit. That means you can fuck me when we get home." Jakey, sticky and happy, reached over and pulled Esau, equally sticky, into a brotherly hug. "I'm glad," he said, "being fucked is great and I'm happy that you've managed it." Four of us were spent, at least for a while. The others were still hard. Without saying anything Tim and I got on our backs and Jakey and Esau had a grandstand view of us being fucked by our boyfriends. Not wishing to be left out the As had a 69 session at the end of the bed so that Jakey and Esau were surrounded by three pairs of rutting teenagers. The great beauty of sex at Ashokan was that we could make as much noise as we liked, and that day was no exception. Charlie and Sam groaned as Tim and I sighed; as we all got closer to coming the groans became cries of strenuous pleasure and the sighs became loud cries of "yes", not that confirmation that Tim and I were enjoying being stretched and filled by our lovers was necessary. All too soon Charlie thrust in one last time and I felt his cock pouring spunk into me, where it belonged, sealing for the millionth time the joy we felt in each other. A minute later Sam sunk himself into Tim and at that moment both Mulloys came again. I stretched out my hand and grasped Tim's. We squeezed hard as we came. A few moments later Jakey said, "I've never seen anything as exciting as that was in my whole life." Esau nodded. "You guys are really into each other, aren't you." At that moment Alan fired into Andrew's mouth and Andrew followed maybe a minute later. "Wow!" said Esau, "this is so fucking hot." No-one argued. "It's hot because we are three sets of boyfriends," explained Charlie. "I love Patrick, Sam and Tim love each other, and so do Alan and Andrew." It seemed so straightforward to us. "You mean really love, like married" said Esau. "Yes, I suppose that's what I mean," said Charlie, "if there were vows we could make, we'd probably make them." Prophetic words, but it didn't happen until we were both nearly 80. "We need to get this cum off us," said Alan, "let's all swim again." This time neither Jakey nor Esau batted an eyelid as we all ran down naked still, cocks swinging, and plunged into the lake. Those of us new to the art of swimming were childishly keen to tell Jakey and Esau that we had but recently mastered it. "You mean you couldn't swim before you got here?" said Esau incredulously. Charlie explained that whereas he and Sam came from the country, where all kids swam in the rivers, the rest of us were from big cities and had no chance to learn. This was greeted somewhat sceptically until Sam asked whether, on their trip to New York, they had seen anywhere to swim. Charlie asked how far they could swin, and on learning that the far side would have been far too far, wisely said nothing. "Anyway, there are crocodiles out there," he said. Gales of mirth greeted this assertion. "Who told you that?" said Jakey, "there's no crocodiles within a million miles of here." Alan and Andrew said that they were greatly relieved to hear that, and all eight of us dared to venture a short distance beyond the marker posts. We didn't stay there long because Jakey, with the timing of a true professional, added, "there's only alligators in America." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 48 as international boundaries - and other things - are stretched 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 ... Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================