Date: Fri, 8 Jun 2018 13:22:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys

Queen Mary Bell-boys by badboi666

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Chapter 56

When Tim had cleaned Jakey's face (assisted by a curious Cy, whose initial
wariness about tasting his brother's jizz soon disappeared - as did the
jizz) and the two of them had returned to normal Phil repeated his
question.  "What's happening tonight, and are we invited?"  It was Alan who
replied.  "As to the first part, Cy is in with us, Esau's with Charlie and
Patrick, and Sam and Tim have got Jakey all to themselves, all night long.
Lucky you, Jakey, Sam's is the biggest."  Cy coughed.  "Well, the biggest
with a foreskin," corrected Alan.  I pointed out that none of the Americans
had fucked anybody yet (apart from Abe), so none of us had any idea whether
being fucked by a cock without a foreskin was any different.  "We ought to
put that right real soon," said Cy, "I'm sure these squirts will fuck
someone if you ask 'em nicely."  Esau and Jakey looked very pleased at
this.  Fucking wasn't something they'd been planning to do any time soon.
Phil said that that was all very well, but he and Larry and Ryan were
feeling a bit left out.  "We don't mind fucking each other, but as Patrick
knows well what we're really into is boys, and tonight there are nine of
you.  Surely some of you want a man's cock up your pretty little rears?"
None of the Americans had ever heard talk like this, never mind from an
adult.  Phil went on.  "Why don't the men split up and have one of us in
each hut?"  The Queen Mary contingent was perfectly happy with this.  Alan
and Andrew said that neither of them had ever been fucked by any of the
three men - a situation the rest of us couldn't believe.  "Well, it's
true," said Andrew.  "Before you decide," said Tim, "I've never been fucked
by Ryan, so if he comes into our hut -" "and into you," I put in coarsely
"- then the As can choose Larry or Phil."  "Sounds goo," said Larry,
"what's it to be?"  Alan and Andrew went into a huddle.  "We'll have Larry
tonight," said Alan, "and if we wear him out he can have a rest tomorrow.
You happy with that, Cy?"  Cy indicated that he was entirely agreeable,
although he wasn't too sure about being fucked by anybody.  "Play it by
ear, Cy," said Phil, "you don't have to do anything you don't want to.
That's the rule, remember."  "It's a good rule too," said Jakey, "because
it also means you can ask someone to do something you'd ordinarily be too
embarrassed to ask.  With this lot anything goes, so you get what weird
thing turns you on."  "Like what?" asked Cy.

That rather fazed Jakey.  All he had done was suck a lot of cocks, and
fingered Ryan, and been fucked by most of us.  Nothing too embarrassing.
The night before, when Jakey was resting after being fucked by Charlie, he
had asked what sorts of other things we did.  Pissing was mentioned and
Jakey had showed an interest.  "Is it hot?" he had asked.  "You bet, Jakey,
you should try it some time," I'd said.  It wasn't the right time then,
because none of us needed to piss, but Jakey stored it away.  Was this the
right time to mention it?  "You know what we were talking about last
night?" said Jakey.  "Yes," replied Charlie, "what about it?"  That put
Jakey right on the spot.  He couldn't back out now without seeming feeble
to his brothers.  "Spit it out, Jakey," said Esau, who had no inkling what
Jakey was on about.  Jakey said nothing, then burst out, "these guys love
pissing on each other.  They say it's really hot."  The Queen Mary bell
boys whooped, cries of 'yes', and 'you bet, Jakey' were heard.  The three
men smiled.  "None of us is into piss," said Ryan, "but some of the other
men on Queen Mary are.  It's OK, you don't have to if you don't want to,
but believe me, this lot love it.  Look," and he pointed to the growing
erections which three of us were enjoying in consequence of talk about
piss.

Throughout this Cy and Esau had said nothing, but at least neither of them
was hostile to Jakey.  Given that the American twins would be spending the
night with the Liverpool twins I thought it most unlikely that pissing (in
the context under discussion) would not have occurred before the small
hours.  I wasn't so sure about Cy.

*****

As it happens I was right, and it happened a lot sooner than I'd expected.
The group broke up not long after that and the three huts filled up with
consenting males, but not before Tim and I had agreed on a plan to involve
his lot and mine in possible 'hot' activity.  As we knew that neither Phil
nor Ryan was into said hot activity they could stay behind when - if - it
occurred.  Thus it was that Charlie and I played host to Phil and Esau.  As
all three of us under-age types had been naked for some time it was easy to
persuade Phil to strip off too.  Esau had his first sight of a naked adult,
and at first he was reluctant to be seen to be taking an interest.  Charlie
came to his rescue.  "It's OK to look, E, Phil doesn't mind you gazing at
him."  Phil grinned, "yeah, go on Esau, fill your Yankee eyes with good old
English cock, and if you're really lucky I might let it fill your Yankee
arse too."  Esau swallowed convulsively.  "Patrick's fucked me, and the As,
and Sam - he's the biggest - but yours is probably even bigger -" (Phil was
still soft at this stage, but Esau could guess it might be like Sam's, and
likely to grow considerably) "- I don't know," he ended lamely.  Then he
perked up.  "But you could try if you promise to stop if I yell."  "Well
done, E," said Phil, picking up quickly on the name the boy preferred,
"I'll be the gentlest fuck you get."  "But not the first," I said, "we
don't want that whopper buggering things up for the rest of us."  Not
perhaps the most felicitously worded sentence, but nobody seemed to mind.
"We must warm him up carefully," I added, "but first we boys need to piss,"
looking meaningfully at Phil who shrugged.  "Go on then," he said, "I'll be
here when you've had your fun."  Charlie and I led Esau out and I rapped on
Tim's door as we passed.  "OK," came a shout from inside, and half a minute
later Sam and Tim came out, followed by an excited Jakey.

"Are we going to do it now?" he said.  "Yup, that we are," said Tim, "but
not here.  We need to go down to the crocodiles."  "Is this going to be
pissing on each other?" asked Esau, not yet convinced that 'hot' was
something he needed to experience.  Jakey took over.  "C'mon, E, it'll be
fun.  Remember we used to piss on each other in the bath when we were
little?  Well, this'll be a whole lot more fun, 'cos we're much fuller with
piss than we were back then, and - even better - these four guys are full
of piss too.  Come on, race you."  What twin can resist a clear challenge
thrown down like that?  'Race you' always works.  Very soon six naked
teenagers were standing ankle-deep in crocodile-infested swamps.  The hard
cocks with which some of us had arrived soon softened thanks to the very
cold water in which we were standing.  It was pretty dark, and piss isn't
fluorescent, so I can't be certain who started first, but Jakey felt a hot
stream down his back and yelped with delight.  He got another (mine) down
his front a few seconds later.  "Christ, E, you'll love this," he said.
But by then Esau had already decided that he did indeed love it.  Sam had
hosed him from his shoulders to his cock, and hadn't stopped until his
bladder was empty.  To add to Esau's pleasure Sam then took him in his
arms, hugging him tight, and whispering in his ear, "you can piss on me, E,
just let it go."  After a few seconds Sam felt a warm trickle, soon
becoming a torrent as Esau's inhibition finally deserted him.  "Oh fuck,
Sam," was all he said before Sam's lips found his.  Meanwhile Jakey had
started to piss, largely on Charlie.  "Hold it, Jakey," said Tim, "stop if
you can."  "It aint easy," said Jakey, but he pinched his cock and the flow
stopped.  The next thing he felt was my brother's lips round his cock.
"Oh, Tim, that's hot."  "It'll be hotter still if you start pissing again,"
I said, "that's why he's where he is."  "I can't," wailed Jakey, "it'll go
in his mouth."  "Jakey," said Sam, "that's what he wants.  Trust me, we all
do it."  Jakey nodded, but it still took him nearly a minute before his
bladder could persuade itself that another boy's mouth was an acceptable
place to piss in. When Tim, patiently waiting, felt piss coming out of
Jakey's cock he put his arms round the boy's hips and pulled him even
closer.  I was standing behind Tim, and could see all this.  I thought it
only right that when I pissed, as I did then, it should be aimed for just
under Jakey's chin so that I could spray it on his chest and belly, and as
it ran down his body it would inevitably flow past Tim's sucking lips.
Charlie did the same from behind Jakey, whose head was flung back in
delight at being drenched with hot piss fore and aft, and at the same time
enjoying Tim's ministrations.

When all bladders were emptied Sam said, "the bad news is that we've all
got to get in among the crocodiles to clean off."  Neither Jakey nor Esau
found this an attractive idea, but we were insistent.  "You've got to get
in, and completely under for at least two seconds, that's all," said
Charlie, the long-distance swimmer whose learning had been accomplished in
the iceberg-lettered waters of Sutherland, "don't be sissies," and he was
in and under immediately.  All five of us followed - it was almost freezing
- and yells of shock were heard.  Being wet and frozen we all ran like hell
for the showers, where hot water soon returned us to normal.  "Like that?"
said Tim.  Two converts nodded vigorously.  "Good, now let's go and get
some fucking done," and he and Sam took Jakey by the hand and dragged him
off to that famous worse-than-death fate which awaits all pretty
13-year-olds (but only if they're lucky).

Charlie and I gave Esau a big cuddle.  "You liked that, didn't you," I
murmured.  "Yeah, it was great.  It was kinda dirty too, and I guess that
made it even better."  An honest child.

When we got back to the hut Phil had thoughtfully made mugs of hot cocoa
for all of us.  "I imagined you'd prefer this to beer," he said.  It was no
contest.  "Enjoy your first experience of what these foul types get up to,
Esau?" he said.  Esau broke away from his restorative cocoa to nod
vigorously.  "Jakey and I are going to be doing a lot of that," he said.
Phil went on, "it's time to sort out who's doing what.  Esau, you're the
guest, what would you like?"  Esau didn't hesitate.  "I want you to fuck
me, Phil, but I want Patrick and Charlie to fuck me first.  Apart from that
I don't mind what happens.  I don't know whether I can fuck any of you, but
I'll suck any cock that's within reach."  Phil was curious.  "What do you
and Jakey get up to?  Do you know what tops and bottoms are?"  Esau
indicated that instruction would be welcome, but avoided telling Phil what
he and Jakey did.

Again it was Charlie who came to Esau's rescue.  "Most of us like fucking
and being fucked, and maybe you and Jakey are the same.  But some people
only like doing the fucking, and they're called 'tops', because they're
supposed to be on top.  It's a daft name because when I fuck Patrick I'm
often on my back and he lowers himself onto me.  Still, the guy doing the
fucking is the top, and the guy being fucked is the bottom.  That's easier
to remember."  Esau giggled, "the bottom gets it in his bottom."  Carlie
went on.  "It's the same with sucking.  The mouth belongs to the bottom and
the cock to the top."  Esau took all this in.  "Me and Jakey are both," he
said ungrammatically after a moment's thought, "do you have to be one or
the other?"  I assured him that such rigid categorization was neither
necessary nor desirable.  "Just let it happen, E, so long as you're both
happy and no-one's being forced."  Esau was happy to accept the permission
granted him.  It seemed from what he had said he wanted that he was more a
bottom than a top - after all, he wanted three of us to fuck him and was
willing - no, keen - to suck any cock 'within reach'.  Not the ambitions of
a natural top.  I wondered about the rest of us.  Tim and Charlie were like
me - 50/50 boys - with no particular preference.

Esau broke into my meditations.  He did so by placing his lips round my
cock and licking gently.  I was hard in seconds.  Esau leant back.  "Good,"
he said, "that didn't take long.  I need that hot hard thing up my hot
little ass."  I will say this for Esau, he had a fetching way with
language.  "Not to fast," I said, "I need to make sure it's fit for human
habitation.  On your back, lad."  Esau was getting good at this, for he was
on his back, his knees by his ears and his arse stretched open for
examination before you could spit - not that any of used spit.  The grease
was placed on the bed beside Esau ready for when it was needed.  Not yet
though, for I wanted to taste the target, and spend a good few minutes
getting him wet and desperate.  I licked slowly along his crack, tonguing
his arsehole.  I was delighted to see it flex and open slightly, even on my
tongue's first visit.  Yes, much more of a bottom than a top.  Esau tried
to grab his cock, but we weren't having any of that.  Immediately Charlie
and Phil were on either side of him, grabbing the hand nearest to them and
placing it on their own cocks - one large and one much larger.  Did I sense
a gulp from Esau?

You've heard me describe this kind of action often enough before.  I wanted
to give Esau a prolonged session where his arse was being loved and
invaded, and I wanted it to finish before he came.  No hand was going to be
allowed on his cock throughout.  It was ten minutes before I put a finger
in, and another ten minutes before at last he felt my cock touching his by
now very engorged arse lips.  I went in almost without touching the sides -
well, that's an exaggeration because what my cock felt was warm wet velvet.
Once I got in I wanted the first actual fuck of the night to be fairly
short-lived, so once I was in I went at him vigorously, coming deep inside
him after only a couple of minutes.  I made a lot of noise, and a lot of
spunk too.  I didn't say in long, and as I shrank and my cock slipped
cummily out I beckoned to Charlie.  "Come on, Charlie, take over, this
boy's arse is on fire."  I took Charlie's place before Esau's spare hand
could release his cock, already anxious to unload itself.  Poor Esau
wouldn't be coming for some time yet.

As Charlie slowly pushed into Esau he said, "mmm, very nice and juicy,
Patrick, you've got this boy good and ready for man-sized cocks," but his
grin belied his suggesting any inadequacy in mine.  Esau's eyes were tight
shut, so he didn't notice the fact that my cock was only an inch from his
lips.  "E," I whispered, "there's a reward for you, look."  He opened his
eyes, then opened them wider, smiled ... and opened his mouth.  Charlie was
fucking him with long slow deep strokes, very rhythmically, and Esau was
licking my cock clean with the same rhythm.  He smacked his lips and said
that the taste was 'interesting', almost like a wine expert hunting for an
original adjective.  Phil was amused.  "Interesting, Esau?  You've got to
do better than that."  Esau, having finished with my cock, gave himself
over to thought - not easy when you're being fucked quite hard.  Each time
Charlie bottomed Esau gave out an 'oof', but the look on his face suggested
that he was pretty happy while oofing.  "I can tell the taste of jizz, so I
suppose the new taste is what my ass tastes like.  Funny, 'cos it's nothing
like what you think an ass is going to taste like if you think of fart
stink."  A profoundly perceptive piece of analysis, I thought, wondering -
not for the first time - why arse juice is so unlike fart flavour.  Further
analysis was impossible because Charlie started to make the sounds of
imminence.  As he usually does when fucking me, he pulled almost all the
way out, allowing his cock head as it expanded immediately before coming to
stretch Esau's already stretched lips even further.  He held it there far a
beat then quickly plunged hard all the way in as his cock squirted deep
inside Esau - deeper than mine by a good couple of inches.  This time both
of them made a lot of noise, but only Charlie had release.  If instead of
having a cock up his arse Esau had had a raw sausage it would probably have
been nicely cooked in seconds.

"Time for the real fun," said Phil, "are you ready for this, E?"  "Oh fuck,
yes, Phil, fuck me but just don't split me open," moaned Esau.  I took
Phil's place and Esau muttered, "gimme your cock, Charlie, I may need
something to bite on while this bugger gets to work."  I liked Esau's sense
of adventure, and Charlie, trusting Charlie, accepted the risk.  "Your jizz
is saltier than ... oh, Christ, Phil, that's enormous ... ow! stop."
Immediately Phil stopped, but he left his cock where it was, only about an
inch short.  "I won't move till you're ready, E," he said, "it's about as
far in as Charlie got, but it's quite a bit thicker.  Push out and you'll
get used to it."  Esau's face was covered in sweat and he was frowning.
"Breath deeply," I whispered.  He nodded, his eyes shut again.  Nobody
moved for about a minute while Esau breathed deeply.  Then, "OK, Phil, try
again."  Phil withdrew a bit and slowly, stroke by stroke, got the last
inch in.  "That's it right in," he said, "you've done bloody well, E."
Esau opened his eyes to see three people beaming at him.  "Well done," said
Charlie, "now enjoy the rest of it.  He's a brilliant fuck, this guy.  I
still remember the first time he fucked me - he lasted half an hour."  I
remembered it too, and the emotional roller-coaster I rode during that half
hour.

This time Phil wasn't trying to test Esau as he'd been testing Charlie in
the early days.  He was fucking a 13-year-old who'd already been fucked for
a long time, and whose body was screaming for him to come himself.  Phil
didn't jack-hammer him, but long deep strokes soon got both of them only
seconds away.  "Almost there," cried Phil, "let him come."  Esau's hands,
freed from restraint, were on his cock instantly.  Phil's cum, deeper
inside Esau than any thitherto, was copious but unseen.  Esau could feel it
and it was perhaps as important in bringing him over the edge than his
hands.  His orgasm, highly visible to all of us, was afterwards described
by Esau as "just the fucking biggest ever," an accolade with which we could
not disagree.  His cum went everywhere, the first two jets going over his
head, the third and fourth leaving a pearly trail over his face and the
rest, plentiful but with less pressure, merely made a small lake on his
belly.  Phil stayed inside at Esau's request ("I want that great big thing
up me all night").  Charlie and I exchanged admiring glances at the
invitingly large amount of cleaning up there was to be done.  "After you,"
he said smiling.  "I'll start up here," I said, "and you can start at the
lake."  I wanted to see how Esau would react to a cummy kiss, so I wanted
the face-cleaning task.  I licked, Esau's eyes sparkled, I licked the other
trail, Esau's mouth opened ... not much doubt about what was to happen
next.  My lips advanced and Esau grabbed my head in both hands to start the
fiercest kiss I'd had for a long time.  Most cummy kisses are soft and
gentle as the participants gradually come down from a sexual peak, but
Esau's kissing didn't work that way - Esau was still on fire.

Charlie paused in his housework to watch amused.  He and Phil grinned
happily at each other.  "I reckon we did all right there, Charlie," said
our leader.

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The fun will continue in Chapter 57 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.
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