Date: Wed, 30 May 2018 13:21:59 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 54 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 54 By the time the revised sleeping arrangements had been agreed it was getting on for 9 o'clock. Phil and the other two joined us in the cook hut. "We need some basic rules," he said, "and you three are going to have to go along with them. Jakey and Esau have school and that means we leave here at 7.45. That means you get up at 7 and shower - I expect you'll need to - and breakfast at 7.15. OK?" Jakey and Esau nodded solemnly. Getting up at 7 and showering were small prices to pay for the undoubted delights of getting into the state of requiring a shower after the night's adventures. "Cy, what do you do all day?" Cy shrugged. "Nothin' I guess." "As I thought. OK, you can stay here, but the deal these Queen Mary guys have is they are being trained while they're here. Larry is the sports expert and he's taught four of them to swim. Ryan works in the galley on the ship and he's taught Charlie a great deal about cooking. Maybe you'd like to learn with Charlie." It wasn't a question, and Cy agreed. "I teach the rest of them things it's useful for them to know about being at sea, but you probably aren't interested in that. We work for three hours in the morning and two hours in the afternoon, five days a week. After that, and at weekends, we do what guys do." Cy grinned. "I think I get the picture," he said. Larry said, "Phil hasn't told you the way we have fun. There's only one rule. Nobody has to do anything they don't want to when it comes to sex. You play with whoever you want - boys, men - and anybody gets to play with you. I guess you're happy with that?" Cy's broad grin was answer enough. "Bed," said Phil. "That doesn't mean 'sleep'," whispered Jakey to Cy, "come on." I would love to have been a fly on the wall of Tim's hut that night. Tim told me about it the next day when the two of us went for a walk while Phil was taking Jakey and Esau into school. It had been agreed that work wouldn't start until he got back, so we had an hour. "Come on," he had said, "you'll love this." He and Sam had practically dragged Cy to their hut, and the first thing they did was to push the three beds back together. Then they had pushed Cy onto the bed and told him exactly what they were planning to do. "Sam and I are boyfriends," Tim had said, "but you know that already. Is that how you and Abe are?" Cy said he wasn't sure. Abe was the only boy he'd done anything with, but he'd done plenty with him. "We'll, he won't be the only boy much longer," said Sam, reaching over to feel Cy's cock. "Hey, Tim, you'll love this, it's big," he said. Cy blushed. Tim left Cy in no doubt that if it was indeed big it required to be seen and that therefore clothes were no longer required. Tim was naked within half a minute, and Sam was only a few seconds behind. "Come on, Cy, get them off," said Tim. Cy shrugged and took off his clothes, throwing them in a heap. What Tim and Sam saw was remarkable. As we were all routinely shaved now it was a surprise to see someone with as much hair as Cy. He had thick black pubes with a treasure trail reaching well up to his navel. His balls were hairy, as was his arse crack (a discovery they made a little later). But it was his cock which was the main focus of interest. Circumcised, hard, and an inch bigger than Sam's. "Wow!" said Tim, "that's the biggest here. It's a beauty," and quite a large part of it disappeared into Tim's mouth, his lips bathing the tip and his tongue lashing the underside. "Oh fuck," breathed Cy, lying back on the bed and allowing Tim to do his worst. Sam knelt beside them, his cock next to Cy's face. Cy, like his brothers, was fascinated by Sam's foreskin. "Can I pull it back?" he murmured. "Of course you can, but the end's very sensitive. No fingers." Cy gingerly retracted Sam's foreskin to reveal something he had never seen before - a moist uncircumcised cock, nearly as big as his own. He moved his head closer. "Can I?" he said. Sam grinned. "You know the rule: you can do what you like so long as I don't object. Go for it." Cy went for it. Tim was intent on getting a mouthful of Cy's cum as soon as he could: he knew there would be plenty more, but his urgency was great. Cy was on a short trigger anyway, so it didn't take long for Cy to take his mouth off Sam's cock and start to moan that what Tim was doing was 'fucking awesome'. Tim added fingers caressing Cy's balls and Cy soon reached the point of no return. "Aaaah! I'm gonna jizz, Tim ... " His warning went unheeded and Tim got what he wanted. Cy's first orgasm at Ashokan was very noisy, perhaps because it was the first orgasm he'd had where he could be as noisy as his soul demanded. Tim went on sucking and licking while Cy subsided to a more ordinary size, eventually allowing Cy's cock to slip out. He moved his face up to Cy's, looked him in the eyes and very deliberately swallowed. "Your cum tastes salty, a bit like pickle." "You swallowed it!" said Cy, "Abe's never done that." Tim decided that by the time Abe left Ashokan this oversight would have been corrected. "He always swallows," said Sam, "he's a real cum hound. Mind you, we all do," and he waved his cock, still wet and hard, against Cy's lips. "Go on, Cy, " I need your tongue on that." Cy willingly set to work, but their positions weren't comfortable and the three of them moved with Sam on his back, Cy lying across him at right angles and Tim kneeling next to Cy's arse. "Open your legs, Cy," he said. That was when Cy's hairy arse crack revealed itself, and it was at that moment that Tim decided to book Cy in for ten minutes with Ryan. Cy's technique left a lot to be desired, but he sucked and licked Sam's cock for a good ten minutes before he stopped. "My fuckin' jaw hurts," he said. "Don't worry," said Sam, "you did a good job. I need a piss - let's all go and piss and clean our teeth. Then we can settle down to some real fun." Cy started to gather up his clothes, but Tim stopped him. "No clothes, We all go naked." The three of them went to the wash block where they pissed decorously and brushed their teeth. It wasn't time for shared pissing. While they were there Esau and the As had come in for the same purpose. Esau had been astonished at the size and hairiness of his brother's cock. "Why've you kept that thing hidden for so long, Cy? It's just what I need." When he told me this I reminded Tim that not many days before Esau had been too tight for Tim to fuck. "Come a long way, hasn't he?" said Tim. Once in bed Tim had said he wanted Sam to fuck him. "Can I watch?" said Cy. "Why wouldn't you?" said Tim, "it's why you're here, isn't it." "Well, you're boyfriends, so I thought you might want to be private." "Oh Cy," said Sam, "you are a joy. We love each other, but we love sharing. Like Larry said, everybody fucks everybody else, or sucks, of course. So watch by all means." Tim pointed out that Cy would be watching a real expert. "He fucks the best, my boyfriend, don't you, love?" and Cy witnessed his first boy-on-boy kiss, and a beauty it was too. "I will now assume the Abe position," said Tim solemnly, lying on his back with his knees by his ears. "Observe how beautifully smooth and free from blemish is my arse crack." "Why don't you just shut up," said Sam. Tim's remark, however, had its desired effect. "How come you guys don't have no hair?" said Cy. "We shave it," said Sam, "or, we don't, but Ryan does. It makes sucking a whole lot nicer, and it makes your cock look a bloody sight bigger. Yours is an inch longer than mine, but mine looks bigger because you can see all of it. Think what yours would look like if it rose from a shaved belly." "Are you going to fuck me or not?" said Tim. "They other thing about being shaved is down here," said Sam, indicating that unblemished area to which Tim had called attention. "When you fuck Abe how do you get him ready? You surely have to with a cock that big." "Crisco." For all the information this conveyed he might as well have said 'abracadabra'. Crisco, it seemed, was a fatty stuff for cooking with, a bit like lard. Neither Sam nor Tim thought that being greased up with lard sounded very attractive. "Look," said Sam, and proceeded to lick Tim's crack. Tim moaned nicely, "mmm". "Doesn't it tasty all shitty?" "No, he washes it, but even if it did a bit I wouldn't mind." Cy was drinking all this in, and Abe would, we hoped, benefit from it. Sam's tongue did what Sam's tongue always did, and Tim moaned a bit more. "It's a whole lot nicer if it's not all hairy," said Sam. The grease magically appeared and Sam's fingers were coated. Cy watched from about six inches away as Sam's index finger disappeared. As he rolled it round Tim pushed and his lips appeared, reddened and moist. "Are all arses like that?" said Cy, startled at what he was seeing. "Only well-trained ones, Cy, but once they're trained they never forget. Look," and he showed (with the aid of a second finger) how Tim's arse lips drew the finger in. "His arse wants my fingers up there, see." From the other end of the bed Tim said that what his arse really wanted was eight hot inches of Sam, if that wasn't too much trouble. Sam laughed, "all in good time, little one." The third finger went in and Tim, despite his keenness to be fucked, allowed himself the pleasure of having his prostate rubbed. Sam decided that a lesson about the prostate could wait until another day; Tim's need was uppermost. While we were walking and Tim was telling me all this we agreed that we were about the luckiest 14-year-olds in the world having Charlie and Sam to love us and to care so much about our happiness. "And us with them too," he added. Sam had given him the best fuck for ages, he told me, and I was glad for him. If the warmth, the heart-melting warmth, that Sam gave Tim was anything like what Charlie gave me then we were lucky indeed. Not only had it been the best fuck, it had also been the noisiest. Tim wasn't going to let Cy win the noisiest cum stakes. Cy's lesson had not ended with Sam's fuck. He had witnessed Sam's withdrawal and Tim's delightedly sucking Sam's cock clean. He had witnessed Tim's spontaneous spunking onto his belly as Sam came, and Sam's lasciviously licking it up. His only comment at these spectacles had been a quiet, but heartfelt 'fuck'. "Do you always do that?" "Yeah. Do you want to try next time?" Cy thought about it. "Yeah. Why not." But sleep had supervened before there could be a next time. While all this had been happening Esau had been able to cross Andrew off his list of boys who hadn't fucked him. So successful had this been that Esau had been able less than 20 minutes afterwards to put Alan at the top of the list of boys who had fucked him twice. To round off the evening's entertainment he had had a ringside seat to witness Andrew fucking Alan. In our hut things had proceeded in much the same manner. Charlie had required little persuasion to fuck Jakey. "You're a cute little bugger, Jakey," he had said, "with a very sexy little arse," and he had had the pleasure of filling it with good Sutherland spunk twenty minutes later - twenty minutes during the whole of which the owner of the sexy little arse had begged for it to be fucked hard and deep. This begging, like other similar requests in the other huts, had been made at high volume. At breakfast the following morning nine teenagers, all of whom looked very tired, sat silently looking at each other while Ryan prepared food. "You Kingston guys have spent all night doing stuff which is completely secret. You don't want your folks to know. So do you want bacon?" Jakey and Esau looked ay Cy, who shrugged. "Oh, hell, why not. Is it tasty?" "It tasted just like jizz," said Ryan, "who wants some?" Nine hands went up. The Elders of Zion would have had a fit. During the bus ride into Kingston Phil told Esau that it might be a good idea to leave school in the afternoon with Abe. Esau's eyes lit up. "Yeah, cool." "But don't tell him why, or tell him anything about what goes on here. If he asks about your aunt, that's fine, tell him your father has arranged for you to stay with friends. What time do you get out?" "Three." "I'll park the bus nearby, and I'll be there at 3. Have fun, kids," and Jakey and Esau got out and tore off into the school gate. It was a Thursday, exactly a week before Thanksgiving. It looked unlikely that Sarah would be back from Albany in time. Phil wandered over to the store. "My kids loved the tarts Mrs Perkins made," he said, "there wasn't a crumb left." Harry called out to his mother, "Ma, the English guy wants to be nice about your tarts." His mother came from the back, wiping her hands on her apron. Phil repeated his story. "Why, that's mighty nice of you. And Rueben's loaded his three on you as well. You must have your hands full." Phil explained that having nine kids was not much more bother than having six, and since he was being paid to do it, he didn't mind. "What I'm worried about is next week. Sarah had invited us for Thanksgiving, but her sister will still need her in Albany. My colleague who does the cooking at Ashokan works in the galley on Queen Mary, so he's a great cook, but the cookhouse at Ashokan is pretty basic. There's an oven, but it isn't big enough for a turkey." "Let me think about that," said Mrs Perkins, "come and talk to me again on Saturday when you come for your stores." Phil thanked her and left, weighed down with plenty more beer. Harry, who helped him carry it to the bus, observed that "you three guys sure drink a lot of beer." Phil winked. Harry was surprised. "We don't get to drink till we're 21," he said. "Poor old you," said Phil, "but we're English tourists, so it's OK." ***** At 3 o'clock Esau came running out of school with another boy in tow. Jakey followed them. Phil got out of the bus. "Hi, Esau," he said, "is this Abe?" Abe nodded. "Hi Abe. I'm Phil. Esau has something to tell you, but it's better if you come into the bus." Esau climbed in, Abe right behind him. Jakey brought up the rear. The first thing Abe saw was Cy, grinning like an ape. "C'mon Abe, it's OK," he said, "in fact everything's OK. You'll see." Five minutes later Abe, by then in full possession of the dramatic developments in his life, or at least in his relationship with Cy, went off to seek parental permission to spend the weekend at Ashokan. It was agreed that Phil would supply parental authority with such assurances as might be sought the following afternoon. When they got back to Ashokan the three of them were bursting with excitement - Cy with the knowledge that he was going to have 48 hours with Abe in conditions where there would be no need (or opportunity) for secrecy; Esau and Jakey with the knowledge that when we all buggered off back to Queen Mary there would still be Cy, and (if they played their cards right and asked nicely) Cy's cock. Life was good for three Jewish boys in upstate New York that November. "Cy, help me with this," said Phil, and together they bore the beer into the cook hut. "Are you happy about Abe coming?" he asked when the two of them were alone. "Oh yeah, Phil, can't you tell?" said Cy, "and before you ask, he'll keep his mouth shut all right. His folks aren't strict, but there are things Abe wouldn't want them to know." "That's good," said Phil, "now go and help sort out who's fucking who tonight." The rest of us were at the lake. It was cold, but not impossibly so. The new swimmers could now get out to the line of poles and back twice - Larry said that anyone who could swim quarter of a mile was a swimmer, as far as he was concerned. "I know Sam And Charlie can go a lot further, and if we were here in summer I'd want to see them go across and back, but it's too cold now and too dangerous without a boat. " At that point Jakey, Esau and Cy appeared, beaming mightily. "That means Abe's coming tomorrow," said Tim, "that'll be interesting." He beckoned to Cy. "How'd you like to give Abe the surprise of his life?" "Yeah, what?" sais Cy. Tim whispered in Cy's ear, and Cy smiled. "You know what Sam said about looking big," said Tim. Cy nodded, "yeah, OK." "Come on then." =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 55 as we continue to enjoy life 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. ===============================================================================