Date: Mon, 21 May 2018 18:35:55 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 51 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 51 There would be two first-time couplings: Alan fucking Esau and, more surprising given the length of time we'd spent on Queen Mary, Phil fucking Tim. Quite why this hadn't happened before was a mystery, but it was just one of those things. Before the men started in on us, however, we all sat on the beds to watch Alan and Esau. I knew Alan would take his time getting Esau worked up, and he spent several minutes with Esau on his back slowly licking his arse crack and gently inserting a well-greased finger. Esau wriggled as the finger went in then lurched convulsively as it unerringly found its target. Alan grinned, "ready to be fucked, Esau?" "Mmm." "Is that 'yes'?" "Mmmmm." "Well, I'm not ready to fuck you yet, I want you to beg," said Alan, settling down to tormenting Esau's prostate. He didn't neglect Esau's arse lips either, and from where I was lying (in the best seat, naturally) I could see them wet, red and swollen. I wished that Jakey wasn't washing spunk off for the crocodiles, because I didn't think he would have seen arse lips like this before. Still, after this weekend the twins' sexual games would surely be a whole lot more intense, and the sight of engorged arse lips would perhaps soon be commonplace. Even so, Esau looked gorgeous, innocent and vulnerable, and at the same time raging with lustful desire. Always a nice combination in any boy, especially one of only 13. Alan had a second finger well inside Esau, who was wriggling and moaning non-stop. I noticed that Alan was separating his fingers to stretch Esau's opening, and that each time he did so Esau pushed down in an attempt to force the fingers further in. "I think he's ready," I murmured. "Not till he begs," whispered Alan, inserting the tip of a third finger. "Oh Christ! stop Alan, I need you to fuck me! I need your cock!" "That counts as begging, Esau," said Alan, "and here it comes." Alan withdrew his fingers slowly, rubbing Esau's arse lips tenderly with his fingertips. He hoisted the boy's legs up onto his shoulders, positioned his cock - his foreskin retracted, showing a wet red cockhead - touching Esau's engorged lips. "Oooh! fuck, that feels good!" sighed Esau, "fuck me now - pleeeeease!" Egged on by such a display of enthusiasm Alan plunged in hard, all the way in one, until his belly was hard against Esau's arse cheeks. Esau cried out loudly with one of those messages often uttered by boys of his age being fucked by a somewhat older boy. "Oh fucking hell, that hurts, ow! ow! ... mmm, it feels good being filled up." It took no more than ten seconds for pain to turn to pleasure. Alan didn't waste any time - he wanted to come, and Esau to come, quickly this first time. He started fucking the boy fairly fast, using long strokes, almost coming out each time before thrusting hard back in again. Each time his cock bottomed inside Esau the 13-year-old let out a cry of 'oof', but otherwise he was strangely silent. Alan began to accelerate and Esau began to be more vocal again. I'd seen Alan fuck often enough (and been on the receiving end) to know when he's close, and I knew he was only seconds away. He withdrew almost all the way one last time and thrust himself in as far as he could, coming at the moment of deepest penetration, squirting spunk deep inside Esau. "Oh, God, I can feel your cock shooting jizz .. and again ... and again." Esau grabbed his cock and beat himself off. Ten seconds later, while Alan was still inside, Esau came onto his belly. "Ah, fuck," said Alan, "your arse muscles are squeezing my cock as you come .. I've just shot again." Alan slipped out, as did a large quantity of cum from Esau's arse. "Come on, E," he said, "crocodile time," and taking Esau by the hand he led the way to the lake. As they went out of the door I heard Esau turn to Alan and say quietly, "I like being called E, it's cool." The six of us were left on the beds. Charlie was leaning back onto Ryan's chest, his strong arms round my boyfriend, cuddling him and nuzzling his ear. The relationships we had forged in the last 6 months meant that there was no hint of jealousy as I watched them. I loved Charlie; he loved me. I loved being fucked by Ryan; so did he. It was the same with Tim and with Phil and Larry. Sam, Andrew and Jakey came back at this point, dripping, and grabbed towels. Jakey said, "Esau looked satisfied. Did it go all right?" "Oh, yes," said Larry, "he loved it as much as you do. Maybe he'll be ready for Sam soon. And neither of you has been fucked by us old men yet." Jakey smiled. "Yet," he repeated. ***** Afterwards, while Ryan and Charlie, fresh from their fucking, were making supper, I took Tim to one side. "We need to talk," I said, leading him into an empty hut. "What's all this about?" he said. "I asked Phil how long we were likely to be here before the ship is ready to sail again. He said that when he phoned yesterday they told him probably 2 to 3 weeks. That means we may only have two more weekends with Jakey and Esau." "We've got this Thanksgiving thing in 10 days though," pointed out Tim. "Yes, but I don't see us doing any fucking then, do you?" Tim is more able to spot fucking opportunities than I am. "You never know," he said, "we don't know what will happen at this do. Is it just a big fancy meal?" We decided to ask the twins. "Anyway, we need a plan for next weekend," I said, "I want to see whether Cy is into boys. How do we get him along here next Saturday?" "Oh, that's easy," he said, "just get Jakey to agree and he'll make it happen. Haven't you noticed he's exactly like you? He has plans, and they work." Coming from my twin this was high praise. I hugged him. "You're a genius," I said. "Yes, we'll, the genius fairy was having a rest when Mum popped you." "There's something else," I said, "today's the 15th. Thanksgiving's the 26th. We're 15 on the 29th. I don't think any of the others know about our birthday - well, they know it's November, but not the actual date. We should have a big party as it'll likely be our last weekend here." "Good idea," agreed Tim, "you fix it with Charlie and Ryan." "Before we go," I went on, "how was Phil?" "Bloody great," said Tim with a happy smile in remembrance. "Hard and deep and long-lasting. I saw you and Larry finished long before we did. I wish he'd fucked me before, but that certainly won't be the last time." I remembered the first time Phil had fucked me, in the company of James and Bertie. I wondered what Bertie was up to now. "Yeah, he's good. We've been really lucky with the men in Queen Mary. I wonder who chose them. I mean, Sir chose us, but what about Phil's team?" Tim pointed out that it was really Father Corrigan who had recruited us, and that until we arrived all Sir had was Alan, "and it was you who recruited all the others." "My organisational genius again," I said modestly. It was time to join the others. Ryan and Charlie had, as usual, provided the kind of feast that hungry teenagers needed. Burgers, chips, beer, ice cream. When we'd all finished I said that Tim and I would help Ryan and Charlie wash up. "The rest of you, bugger off and leave us to it," said Tim, "we'll join you when we're done." Our offering to help, as distinct from being told to do so, was sufficiently unusual for Ryan to twig that something was up, so when the four of us buckled down to the washing-up he said, "well?" I explained about our birthday and that we wanted a party. "it's likely to be our last weekend here, so we'd like to have something special, not just for the Queen Mary lot, but for Jakey and Esau as well. We'll probably never see them again." Ryan and Charlie caught each other's eyes. "Did you know about this?" asked Ryan. Charlie shook his head. "I knew their birthday was soon, but I didn't know when. I think it's a great idea. Can we do something special?" Ryan smiled. "Of course we can, Charlie. Don't forget we all love them, it's not just you." Charlie blushed - always a lovely sight - and I kissed him. "Thanks," I murmured into Ryan's neck when Charlie and I had finished. When the work was done we joined the others. "Jakey," said Tim, "tell us what happens at Thanksgiving. We don't have that in England." Jakey explained that they had this big meal at 5 o'clock and everyone in the family would be there. "We have turkey and all kinds of stuff," he said, as though that conveyed anything to us. Nowadays we've been so accustomed to turkey as the Christmas staple that we've all forgotten that it was unknown in Britain back then. So it was inevitable that Tim said, "what's turkey?" Charlie was able to tell him that it was a big bird "a lot bigger than a chicken" and that it was occasionally served on the ship. Ryan ruffled his hair. "You're learning, Charlie," he said. Thanksgiving would thus comprise eating a bloody great chicken - that sounded fun. "What else?" I asked. Esau said that the grown-ups drank too much and got all weepy. That sounded right up our street. "Can we go to the barn when that happens?" said Andrew, "it'll be fun then, and if they're all merry they won't care what we're up to." It was agreed that, were our hosts indeed to succumb to sentimentality, Phil, Ryan and Larry, as good guests, would stay with their hosts while Jakey and Esau would seek to entertain us in the now accustomed manner. There remained only one things to sort out. I beckoned to Jakey. I whispered "come with me", attempting (with no success) to be subtle. Esau voiced the opinion that we were going for a wank. "I hadn't thought of that," I said, "we'll do that as well. Come on, Jakey." When we were outside I explained that I wanted him to find a way of getting Cy to come with them next weekend. If you can't then we can see if he's interested fooling around at Thanksgiving, but it would be better if you persuaded him to come here next Saturday. Don't tell him why - leave that to me when he gets here - but fill him with the idea that it's fun with all these - what are we? - Limeys, and the beer and all." Jakey grinned. "Yeah." He then placed his hand on my crutch and very soon I was hard, and he was hard, and we did that thing that kids our age have done since we were cave-children: we had a mutual wank in the night. Quite different from the sort of things we did in the barn, but none the worse for that. There's something you never forget about seeing your spunk shooting out and glistening its arc in the moonlight. By the time we returned everyone else seemed to be headed for bed. It was past 10 o'clock (we'd been on dry land for so long I'd forgotten to think in terms of its being 2200) and it had, when all was said and done, been a tiring evening. Esau, in his brother's absence, had decided that he'd changed his mind and that he wanted to sleep in Tim's tent. This suited Jakey and me, although we had jumped the gun rather. Maybe that was what had moved Esau to a cock more likely to deliver than mine. Jakey and I brushed our teeth and soon we were cuddled up with Charlie and Larry. Jakey was remarkably up-front about what he was after. "Patrick and I just wanked a few minutes ago, but I'm still all itchy up my ass. I need one of you guys to fuck me." This was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Larry looked at Charlie and mouthed 'you or me'? Charlie pointed to Larry. "Are you sure, Jakey?" he said, "it's pretty big." Jakey took a good look, fondling Larry's cock and bringing it to full erection. "Yeah, but I reckon I can take it if you're careful and get me wetted up nicely. If I holler, you'll stop, right?" "Right," said Larry solemnly. Charlie and I took up position on either side of Jakey, now on his back like some sacrificial victim. Larry got the grease ready. "You two, tickle him to death with your tongues while I deal with his pretty little arse." Nipple time, I thought. Tim and I had made Larry almost burst when we had a nipple each, and Charlie had made nipple magic on me one night, so there was no need for any explanations. Jakey, however, had not undergone this torture before. Judging by how much he squirmed even before Larry even got his tongue into place he would want it again. Larry smiled down at Jakey, leaning forward between the boy's knees to plant a very gentle and chaste kiss on his lips. "Relax, Jakey, and you'll be in heaven." Jakey sighed deeply. "Yeah." Charlie and I moved from nipples to armpits, and slowly licked down Jakey's sides, touching his warm skin with just the tips of our tongues. Naturally our tongues became quite dry while we were doing this, so naturally we refreshed them by occasional passionate kisses. Jakey watched with interest. It was amusing that he was perfectly happy to be fucked and to suck cock, but two guys kissing open-mouthed still startled him. He was torn from watching this spectacle by Larry's tongue, teasing its way round and round his arse lips. A greased finger went in an inch or so and Jakey instinctively pushed - he was a quick learner. Dark red lips extruded slightly, lips which Larry lapped fiercely. Jakey sighed. "This is so good, guys." "Oh, it gets better," said Charlie, "he's fucked me and it's something special." Larry could tell that Jakey wasn't going to need a great deal more warming up, so two fingers went in and stretched the boy's ring. Jakey sighed. Charlie and I exchanged a look - he would go down and I would go up. Larry greased his cock and touched the tip to Jakey's lips: they dilated again, sucking Larry an inch in. "Ready?" he murmured. Jakey nodded. I placed my lips on Jakey's mouth and my tongue licked his lips. It took only about a second for his lips to part and I felt the delightful sensation of a 13-year-old boy's tongue in my mouth. He might have been startled earlier, but he was on heat now. Every nerve ending in his body was screaming to be stimulated, and the ones in his mouth were no exception. Nor were the ones in his cock, now warmly enclosed in Charlie's mouth. Larry went in. Jakey's eyes opened wide as more and more of Larry's cock were swallowed up, but he never made a sound. Well, that's not true: the only sounds he made were unambiguously sounds of pleasure and further encouragement. When Larry still had a couple of inches to go he paused and pulled out a bit. "There's more," he said quietly, "do you want all of it?" Jakey had no wish to disengage from the kisses we were exchanging so he merely raised his right hand, making a circle with his thumb and index finger. Larry laughed, "OK, kid, you got it." In he went, slowly but inexorably. Jakey moaned. Larry's belly made contact with Jakey's arse cheeks. "That's it in," he said. Jakey broke off to advise him that the feeling was entirely pleasurable and that he would be obliged if Larry's cock just stayed there permanently. "No chance of that, Jakey," said the owner of the cock, "being up your sexy little arse is going to bring me off pretty soon." Jakey liked that. "Does he say that to you guys?" he murmured. "Only the first 20 or so times," replied Charlie, "but we're a bit old for him now." It couldn't last, of course, and two minutes later Larry had filled Jakey with a fine load, and Jakey, despite his wank in the moonlight with me, had given Charlie at least a couple of squirts to savour. As it was far too late and far too cold to visit the crocodiles we just fell in a warm heap and slept. I was holding Charlie's cock in my hand. "You've not come," I murmured. "Doesn't matter," he said, "we've the rest of our lives." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 52 as Jakey tries to persuade Cy to join us at Ashokan. 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. ===============================================================================