Date: Mon, 11 Jun 2018 12:51:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 57

Queen Mary Bell-boys by badboi666

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Chapter 57

Esau was lying on his back, his face wreathed in smiles, cum leaking from
his arse.  Rarely had I seen such utter contentment at Ashokan.  "You
enjoyed that, I think," said Charlie, smiling down at the angelic face of
the devil on the bed.  Esau merely smiled more widely.  More cum dribbled
from his arse.  "We should look at that," said Phil, "we need to make sure
there's no sign of ill-treatment.  You never know, you may have to undergo
an arse inspection when you get home."  A look of panic crossed Esau's
face.  "No, E, he's joking," I said, "arses close up quite fast.  What he
wants to check is that there's no damage.  Phil's cock is bigger than
anything else you've had up there."  I raised his legs and had a good look.
Cummy, puffy, still tender but no signs of tearing.  "You'll do," I said.
"What would I have done if it'd been damaged?" asked a relieved Esau.
"Told them you'd had an extra big shit and it had hurt badly," said the
ever practical Charlie.

Esau's composure was returning to normal as quickly as his ravaged
arsehole.  "What's next?" he asked.  "Well, you wanted to fuck someone, and
I want that someone to be me," I said, "or at least me first.  You've just
come the biggest ever, or so you said, so you'll need time for your pretty
little balls to get to work."  As I said this I was stroking those pretty
little balls, and Esau's pretty little cock began to get the message.  I
thought a few minutes with my mouth would help things along, and I was
correct.  Esau's pretty little cock soon transmogrified into Esau's pretty
quite a lot bigger cock, hot, red, and ready for action.  "Not so fast,
Tiger," said Phil, "Patrick wants to feel you squirt up inside him, so no
fucking for half an hour.  Give your balls a chance."  I let Esau's cock
slip from my mouth with a moment's regret.  13-year-olds are so fast to
recover in the cock department (and the brain department too, come to
that), but their spunk-makers take a bit longer.

I remembered when Tim and I had been able to come real spunk for about
three months.  We challenged each other to see who could come the most
often in a day - one of those long dull Catholic Sundays.  Early Mass was
at 7 so we were woken at half past 6 by our evil father.  "Come on," he
roared.  We each managed a quickie in the couple of minutes before he
roared again.  After early Mass we nice sweet altar boys were serviced by
Father Corrigan, who like his Sunday sex early in the day.  On this
occasion after he'd fucked Tim (it was his turn that Sunday) I asked if we
might give him a treat - it was some wretched saint's day - and when the
good Father asked what that treat might be, and learned that we both wished
to bless his tongue with our sinful seed, he readily assented.  Two.
Another in the quite hour before dinner.  That afternoon - it was summer -
we went out as usual to the nearest park.  It wasn't much of a park really,
just a bit of waste ground with a pair of swings and some scabby grass.
There were convenient bushes though, and behind these we had had many a
happy wank: that afternoon the bushes were witness to our fourth.  The
orgasms were OK, but the quantity of spunk was now pretty sparse.  "How
will I know you've come if you can't squirt spunk?" I challenged Tim.
"You'll just have to trust me," he said, "and I could say the same."  On
that occasion we had each managed a few drops.  Five occurred before tea in
our room, but by then we were almost dry, and each of us had a sore cock
(although neither of us said so at the time - this was all about face,
after all).  In bed, after a day we would both remember, Tim had suggested
we try for a sixth.  "OK," I'd say, "let's call it a 6-6 draw."  I did him,
and he did me, and we both came a small amount.  We slept the sleep of the
utterly exhausted.  We never competed in that way again - we had no need
to: it had been a draw, after all.

While I had been back in Liverpool Charlie, Phil and Esau had still been
busy in Ashokan.  Esau had observed that he had had the good fortune to
cuck my and Charlie's cocks clean from their visit up his arse, but that
Phil's cock, interestingly large still, remained coated with the evidence
of his invisible ejaculation.  Might he be permitted, he has asked, to
remedy that.  Phil said, "be my guest" and Esau had had his first
experience of a full-sized man's cock in his 13-year-old willing mouth.
"You won't jizz, will you?" he said, "not that I'd mind, but I'd rather see
it next time."  Phil solemnly assured him that on the occasion of his next
orgasm that it would be accomplished in Esau's full sight.  Reassured, Esau
resumed cleansing duties.  "All three of you taste different," he said,
"Phil's is quite bitter while Charlie's is saltier than Patrick's..  Does
all jizz taste different?"  Tim looked at me, and I looked at Tim, and
simultaneously we both said "suck it and see."  Oh! the joys of being 14
and thinking that every joke you make is original.  As we were nearly 15 it
would soon be time to put aside such childish pleasures ... but not for a
few days yet.

"If you're going to fuck me," I said to Esau, "you ought to get more
acquainted with me and my cock.  Come and see closely how my foreskin
works.  It may be useful to you if you ever get round to playing with
non-Jewish boys."  "Goyim," said Esau by way of explanation, "that's you
lot with your frills and all."  "Don't you like our frills?" said Charlie.
Esau admitted that having a frill had much to be said for it, but
apparently Abraham had fucked things up for Jewish boys a long time ago,
and that was that.  Naturally thoroughly-catechised boys like Tim and me
knew all about Abraham, but the circumcising thing hadn't really meant much
until we saw its consequences before our eyes.  Esau asked if he might
study my cock closely, experimenting with it in various ways.  I told him
that he should experiment away, and that if I found his studies too
troublesome then I would tell him.  Charlie and Phil leant back to enjoy
the show.

Esau approached, serious investigation gleaming on his face.  I was as hard
as hell, so the object of his studies was already displayed.  Esau licked
along the underside, and looked to see if there had been any change.  He
licked again ... and again, and after the third lick he announced that he
could see the tip of my cock beginning to appear.  "Pull it back gently
then," I said, "and see what it looks like."  Esau complied.  "You've got a
stringy bit joining your cock to your cock head.  We haven't got one of
them."  "It's very sensitive," I said, "but you can lick it if you like."
"If you like, more like," said Charlie unhelpfully, " go for it, E, it's a
big turn on for - what are we, goyim?"  Esau's tongue travelled slowly up
the underside of my cock for the fourth time, this time lingering at the
stringy bit, producing the inevitable drop of precum.  His tongue got this
up fast enough before taking my cock head into his mouth and gently bathing
it with his tongue.  "God, E," I said, "you're a great cocksucker.  You'll
make a lovely husband one day."  Esau wasn't sure whether this was a
compliment, but he decided on balance that it was.  "Mmmm," was his only
reply, but whether it was a 'mmmm' of agreement or merely one of
appreciation of the pleasure of having another boy's cock in his mouth was
never made clear.

"You need to work on his arse," said Phil, "remember what he did to you."
Esau's recollection of my pre-fuck routine was accurate, and he put most of
it into practice.  He didn't spend as long as I had done on him, but tongue
and fingers were applied in pretty much the right way.  For a beginner he
was doing very well, and I sought to reinforce good performance by moaning
in an encouraging manner.  Actually I hardly had to put it on at all as
what he was doing was getting me thoroughly heated up.  After his fingers
had been rummaging about I said, "feel about carefully for a lump.  That's
my prostate and if you rub it ... "  I got no further.  Esau had found his
target and I damn nearly came there and then.  "Stop," I yelled, "fuck me,
NOW!"  Esau's fingers were out as if he'd been stung and his cock was
greased and in me in no time.  "Enjoy it, Esau," said Phil, "take your
time.  You'll have hundreds of fucks in the next few years, but you'll
never have another first fuck.  Savour it."  Wise words, but they fell on
deaf ears.  Esau, like any other boy his age engaged upon his first fuck,
was thinking solely with his balls, and the demand they were making was
irresistible.  Still, he fucked me hard and deep for 30 seconds before it
was all over.  "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckfuckfuckfuck," he moaned as his cock
performed, for the first time in his life, the more satisfying function for
which it had evolved.  I could feel several pulses, and I tightened my
sphincter to try to milk him of as much spunk as I could.  I was on my back
as usual, and Esau collapsed on top of me, his cock still inside.  "Well
done," I whispered, stroking his hair, "that was great.  I felt your jizz
as you squirted it up me."  Esau smiled and snuggled into my neck.  I
kissed his ear - the only bit I could reach - and smiled over his head at
Charlie, whose eyes were sparkling.  The next thing I heard was a gentle
snore from Esau.  Three fucks received and one fuck given had led him
straight into the arms of Morpheus.  Phil gently picked him up and settled
him on the bed to sleep.  "A good night's work," he said.

*****

The next morning we were keen to hear what had happened in the other huts.
Breakfast was where such news was generally given, and that day was no
exception.  Ryan, in charge of mealtimes as always, said that each hut
would tell its story, starting with ours, them Sam and Tim, then the As.

Our story was mostly told by Esau who was inordinately proud of having been
fucked by all three of us.  Sam said that as Esau was in their hut that
night he looked forward to getting his spunk further in that any of the
other bell boys.  Esau's grin was pure wickedness.  Then it was Jakey's
turn to spill the beans.

"You won't believe what we did," he said.  Sam and Tim had already fucked
him, so although he had enjoyed that, he wanted to be fucked "by a real
man".  Ryan had said that he would be happy, but (as had happened with us)
he insisted that someone else paved the way.  This honour had fallen to Tim
who had raised Jakey to a fine peak of desire as he had filled his arse
with his generosity.  Ryan followed Tim immediately, and spent 20 minutes
slowly bringing Jakey to boiling point.  Sam was behind Jakey's head, and
had both the boy's hands in his.  Jakey was squirming around, desperate to
come, but Ryan wasn't ready yet.  At last Ryan speeded up and pumped his
spunk where it was wanted.  "Go, Jakey," said Sam, releasing his hands.
Jakey's orgasm was even stronger than Esau's had been, because his cum
reached Sam's belly, fully 12 inches over Jakey's head.  "Yum," said Sam,
scooping it off himself and transferring it to his mouth.  So far there
hadn't been anything which could have strained anyone's credulity.  "What
did you mean 'we wouldn't believe it'?" said Esau, "we did pretty much the
same."  "You aint heard the best bit," said Jakey.  "While we were resting,
getting ready for more action, Ryan said that Tim fists guys.  I didn't
know what that was, so Ryan explained.  Tim puts his whole hand up
someone's ass."  Esau's eyes widened, and Cy smiled.  "Go on," he said.
"Ryan said that Tim fisted one of the men on Queen Mary and he thought it
would be fun to find out what it felt like.  Tim's not got big hands, so
Ryan asked Tim if he would try.  Tim said he was happy, and it was amazing
to watch."  Tim took over.  "Most of you've seen it often enough, but Jakey
couldn't believe his eyes as I got four fingers, then the wedge, then my
forearm half-way to my elbow up inside."  "It's true," said Jakey, "and
Ryan was loving it.  Tim made him jizz just by moving his fist inside
Ryan's ass, and it was powerful big jizz too."

Cy chuckled.  "Alan did that to me," he said, "but only after Andrew had
fucked me first.  "Got to get you all wet and horny," he said.  "Then I
fucked him, just to be fair.  Larry didn't want to be left out, so he asked
me if I wanted to suck his cock.  No guy's ever asked me that before, no
man, that is.  I loved it, the size, the texture, the heat, everything.  I
wish I'd got more foreskinned guys to suck - they're something special, you
two."  Esau and Jakey, already on all fours with their older brother's view
on foreskins, resolved to cast their nets more widely in the hunt for goy
cock.  Larry was pleased to hear himself being praised in this way.
"You're a good cocksucker, Cy, Abe's given you a lot of practice."  Cy said
that he had loved the volume and taste as well, and that it was quite
different from Abe's.  "You'll be able to taste for yourselves, some of
you, tomorrow."  It was after that that Alan had carefully, and erotically,
invaded Cy's arse with his fingers, his fist and his forearm well beyond
his wrist.  "Didn't it hurt?" asked Esau.  "A bit," said Cy honestly, "but
it was no worse than a big dump.  Made my eyes water.  But Alan promised he
would stop if I yelled.  I made him promise that if I yelled, and he
stopped, that he wouldn't take his fist out, but would just leave it in
there while I got used to it.  I did yell, but after a while it was OK.  It
was unlike anything else, and I jizzed like you said Ryan did.  It went
everywhere.  I've never jizzed without anything touching my cock before."
Jakey immediately went to hug Cy.  "Yeah," he said, "it's great.  We'll
have to get Tim to do you, E, then we can all do each other after you've
gone away."

By the time all the stories had been told it was getting late and Phil was
impatient to get the boys in the bus for school.  When he got back he said
that they had made it with half a minute to spare.  "They'll have sore
asses all day," said Cy, "I know I have."

There was a growing sense of excitement that day.  Cy was looking forward
to a weekend with Abe when there would be all the time in the world for
leisured languorous sex with his boyfriend.  The rest of us were looking
forward to a new 14-year-old to play with, and to a weekend's sinning with
Jakey and Esau.  The men had great difficulty in keeping us concentrating
on whatever it was they were trying to teach us, and when Ryan whistled us
in for our meal at 1 o'clock they gave up.  Phil said there was no point in
any training that afternoon.  "How do you plan the weekend?" he asked.  Cy
said that it had been agreed that he and Abe would be with Charlie and me.
"I think Abe would be more relaxed if it was just boys tonight," he said,
"maybe tomorrow it might be OK to share with one of you men, but not
tonight."  Larry agreed, and suggested that the three of them might have a
night off, leaving the children to get on with it, as he put it.  Jakey
would be with the As and Esau with Sam and Tim.  "I expect Esau will be
wanting to be fisted," said Tim, "given that he was turned on by the talk
at breakfast."  "How do you know he was turned on?" asked Andrew.  "He kept
adjusting his cock."  That seemed pretty conclusive.  It looked as though
plenty of cocks and arses would be getting a lot of exercise in the next
two days and nights.

Phil turned to Cy.  "How trustworthy is Abe?  Will he keep his mouth shut
about all this?  After all, all that's happened so far has just been the
two of you, and he doesn't even know that Jakey and Esau know."  Cy
reassured Phil.  "Abe won't breathe a word.  He doesn't have many friends
at school, and Esau and Jakey will support him.  He in Esau's class, so
they hang around together.  I'll make sure Jakey is part of the gang too."
"I don't think you'll need to," I said, "because if this weekend goes well
you won't be able to keep Jakey or Esau out of Abe's trousers.  Does that
bother you?"  Cy thought about it.  "No, I don't think so.  I mean, Patrick
and Charlie are boyfriends, but each of them messes about with everybody
else.  There's no jealousy there, is there?"  Charlie and I assured him
that there wasn't.  "I love Patrick and he loves me," said Charlie simply,
"but we fuck who we want.  It doesn't make any difference."  I could see
that this opened up a new set of ideas for Cy.  First of all, the L-word,
which hadn't been used until now: that meant that if Abe and he felt like
it, they could use it too.  And if they did they could still mess around
with Jakey and Esau after we'd sailed away.  If, as was likely, there was
going to be a lot of sex at least nobody was going to get pregnant.

Ryan said that we needed to clear up as he was planning a nice welcome meal
for Abe.  All six of us set about washing up and putting stuff away.  Phil
told Cy that he needed to come with him in the bus to Kingston.  "You'll
want to be with Abe when he comes here."  They set off not long after.  As
agreed Phil spoke to Abe's parents as the boys came out of school.  They
were intrigued that a bunch of English boys were camping at Ashokan, and
Phil had to explain all about Queen Mary and why we were there.  "But why
is Abe going?" asked his father.  "Esau is in his class," explained Phil,
"and he and Jakey thought it would be nice for Abe if the three of them had
fun with my lot - there's six of them."  This somewhat understated version
of the truth was accepted, and Abe was instructed to be good, and to do
what he was told.  Five minutes later he was in the bus, equipped with
clean clothes, pyjamas and personal toiletries.

When he got into the bus he saw Cy sitting at the back, and went to sit
next to him.  Jakey and Esau sat in the seats in front, all well away from
Phil.  "Give me your pyjamas," said Cy.  "Why?"  "You'll see, just gimme."
Abe got his pyjamas out of the bag and gave them to Cy.  Cy crumpled them
up and gave the jacket to Jakey and the bottoms to Esau.  "Sit on them," he
said.  "Why?" asked Abe again.  "You won't be wearing them, dummy, and you
don't want your ma to see them all nice and fresh when you get home.
They've got to look slept in."  Abe's eyes widened.  "No jammies?" he said.
"Nope.  Welcome to Ashokan ways," said Cy, the great expert now in all
matters Ashokan.  Abe whispered in Cy's ear.  "Yes, they all know, and they
all do the same stuff.  We're among friends, Abe, trust me."  Esau and
Jakey nodded. "Us too," and to demonstrate the sincerity with which Esau
had said this he undid the buttons of his trousers and got his cock out, an
action immediately copied by Jakey.  Abe was horrified. "Don't, the man
driving will see."  Delighted at such innocence Cy leant across and kissed
Abe. "He knows too, they all do.  There are three men there, six boys our
age, us three and you.  Everybody fools about with everybody else, it's
fun."  Cy put his hand on Abe's crutch where he felt a hard cock.  "Let's
put them away, guys, and save it for Ashokan."  With reluctance Jakey and
Esau tucked their cocks away.  "I'm going to like this," said Abe quietly.


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There will now be a gap in the story as I(1) is going - ironically - on a
2-week cruise.  Not on a Cunarder this time, and unlikely to be blessed
with beautiful boys to enjoy.  The fun will continue in Chapter 58 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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