Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2018 08:13:33 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 59 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 59 I made Abe lie on his back with his legs apart. "I'm going to carry you off to a magic place," I said, "and you'll never forget the visit. Just relax and let it all happen. While I'm taking you there, tell us what you got up to before you made the move on Cy." Cy smiled. "You are something else, Patrick, he's never told me that." It was my turn to smile. "That's because he knows something special's going to happen. Up with your legs, Abe, over my shoulders." Charlie knew what was coming, and he knew roughly how long it would take. He turned to Cy and said, "come on, let's lie back and watch the show." Charlie propped himself up on a couple of pillows and Cy, a good three inches shorter, leant back onto him. Charlie put his arms round Cy and squeezed. "Watch," he said, "and I bet you Abe will want you to do what Patrick's going to do." I leant forward and began to lick along Abe's arse crack. Cy had fucked him not that long before, and there was a constant dribble of spunk as I lapped. As you would expect, this only served to get me even hotter for Abe's arse itself. "Mmm, tasty jizz, Cy," I said, "you've been missing a treat, Abe. It's even better with a dash of arse juice. Now, what did you get up to before Labor Day? If Cy got 7 inches up you there must have been plenty of guys up there before, and I'm guessing some of them were grown-ups." Abe's eyes opened. "How in hell did you know?" Charlie answered for me. "He didn't, but any kid of 11 who can take something that big isn't an arse virgin." Where had Charlie picked up such knowledge, I wondered. Not from me, that's for sure. Maybe my lascivious younger brother. "So?" I prompted. Abe was reluctant to open up, but my tongue was insistent and I told him to get on with it. "Oh, OK," he said. He had been 9 when a so-called friend of his father's had had the opportunity to make an advance on him. Like any other 9-year-old he was aware that his cock was capable of providing a great deal of pleasure, and he was also aware that he had a considerable interest in the many other cocks - or dicks - he saw flopping around after baseball or football games at school. He'd worked out that you could see lots of dicks in the swimming pool changing rooms, and that was where Joe (his father's friend) had had his chance. Joe, who was about 25 as far as Abe could tell, had been accustomed to spying boys in the pool (unbeknown to Abe), and had taken a fancy to Abe, and in particular to Abe's butt (as Abe was to learn to call it). There had been friendly smiles at first, and after several encounters at last Joe had found himself alone with Abe. "You've a nice body for a young boy," Joe had said. Abe grinned. He was as interested in Joe's body as Joe seemed to be in his. "Thanks, mister," he said, "I like yours too. One day I want to have muscles like yours." Now you mustn't think that Abe's choice of words was a planned come-on, but Joe saw no reason to harbour any doubts. There was no-one else around, so why not? "Would you like those muscles now?" and Joe allowed the towel round his waist to slip to the ground. Abe saw a man's cock for the first time. Joe smiled. "Let me see yours then." Joe then saw Abe's cock for the first time. The main difference between these two cocks, apart from size and hairiness, was that Joe's was flaccid while Abe's was pointing skywards. Joe smiled even more. "Like what you see, kid?" Abe could only nod. "Want to see more?" More nodding. "You like my dick, don't you?" (Nod.) "I like your ass." (Smile. Abe thought he was getting somewhere now. Although until then his main interest in dicks had been looking at them, the idea that it would be exciting to have one up inside him had been growing over the recent weeks, and had grown a whole lot more in the preceding ten minutes.) Abe mentally crossed his Rubicon. "It would like to get to know you, mister." Fifteen minutes later Abe was in Joe's bed in Joe's apartment. Joe was preparing to get in Abe. At this point I had stopped licking along Abe's crack and was getting my tongue into his arse. "Push," I said. "I'll poop jizz out," he replied. "So? Push." The jizz emerging was met by my tongue going in, and I was able to get a good inch inside. Abe sighed. "What happened when Joe got you in bed?" I asked. "Yeah," said Cy, "I wanna know, Abe. Did he hurt you?" Abe told us that it had indeed hurt the first few minutes, but Joe had said it would, but only for a short while. "He told me he'd put it in, then hold it steady till I got used to it. If I was brave the pain would go in less than five minutes, and after that it would never hurt again for more than a few seconds at the beginning of each fuck. He was right: it did hurt like hell, but he stroked my face and hair while his dick was fat in me and made me push, just like you did. After a couple of minutes I felt all hot in my ass." "What was he doing?" asked Cy. "Nothin', Cy, it was just me gettin' used to a big fat dick up my nice little ass. That's what Joe said anyway. He asked if it had stopped hurting and I said 'yes'. 'D'you want me to fuck you now, baby?' he said, and I nodded. He fucked me - oh! Christ, Patrick, what the fuck was that?" 'That' was my second finger going in (the first had elicited no response) and scrabbling around for his prostate. "Oh God, that's - wow! - what is it?" Charlie explained. "That's called your prostate," he said, "and your reaction means Patrick's found it. It's what makes the juice your sperms swim in when you come. All guys have one and if it's touched it's like a bolt of electricity." "Too fucking right," agreed Abe, although what he had actually said was "too .. aaah! ... fuc ... aaah! ... fuckin' ... right". My magic fingers were doing the business up in the warm wet welcoming dark. Charlie bent forward and whispered in Cy's ear. Cy moved to see what I was doing. Before I allowed him to have access to Abe's arse I wanted my third finger in there. Out came the first two, accompanied by the expression of regret always attendant upon such a removal. "Don't worry, Abe, the best's still to come. Just like you, kid," I said cheerfully. Fingers one, two and three went back in - into a hole which Cy and I were both interested to see had not closed when my fingers were removed: it had stayed open enough for a small plum to have popped in without touching the sides. Joe must have been in there a great deal. "Was Joe the only guy who fucked you?" I asked. "God no," said Abe. "He was the first and we did it two or three times a week for a few months. Then he brought another guy along to fuck me. When it was clear to both of them that I loved it the three of us talked about it one day between Joe doing me and Adam doing me. "How about more men, Abe?" Joe had said, "you obviously love it." Between then and that famous Labor Day I let over 20 men fuck me. I loved it, but I didn't have any feeling for the men themselves. What they did to me in bed was wonderful, but that was all there was to it. Then I saw Cy and I knew I wanted him to fuck me. I hadn't wanted any other boy, but Cy was ... well, different." Oho! I thought, the L-word is lurking again. Better not use it though. It was time to get those fingers - three of them up him, stretching his hole nicely, but unmoving so far - working properly. Index and fourth were widely apart, stretching him even further. "Oh, fuck, Patrick, you feel like a horse." "Had a horse up there, have you Abe?" I said innocently. "Nope, but the idea's kinda dirty, aint it?" At that point three things happened. My index finger attacked his prostate, rubbing furiously. Cy, prodded by Charlie, knelt over Abe's chest and fed his cock - deliciously hard and inviting - into Abe's mouth. And Charlie, ever mindful on my needs, knelt over Abe's belly and fed me his delicious cock. Abe sucked furiously; I thrashed Abe's prostate furiously; Charlie kept still, allowing me to lick and tongue his cock slowly and sweetly. He'd pulled back his foreskin and my tongue, being underneath his cock, was able to home in on his frenulum. It always gets him boiling faster than anything else. At that point three more things happened. Abe's cock, so far unattended and largely ignored, burst into life, ejecting a long white rope of hot jizz ... and another ... and four more. "Jeez!" he moaned, "I've never jizzed that much before." His chest (not that you could see much of it under Cy's arse) was covered in white lines. Charlie came copiously in my mouth, much more quietly that Abe, but just as satisfactorily. Cy pulled his cock from Abe's mouth (Abe being too far gone to do anything sensible with his tongue or lips) and wanked himself hard and fast, coming onto Abe's face. Abe's moans were of pure lustful pleasure. I've never been much into having someone come on my face, as you know, but I had to admit that if that was your thing, then Cy's coating Abe's pretty cheeks with his white lava was pretty impressive. There was a fourth thing too. I fucked Abe. As we collapsed into the usual tangle of sweaty limbs and cum-coated bodies it wasn't long before all the protein had been ingested, although whose, and by whom, wasn't at all clear. Mine was deep up Abe and Charlie's was in my stomach, but the mass of nice warm jizz on Abe's face and body was devoured keenly. An idea was forming in my mind. "Abe," I said, all innocent-like, "what was it you liked about being fucked by 20 men?" Abe snorted. "That's obvious - I like big cocks up my ass, and the bigger the better." So far, so good. I went on, "so it's Cy's inches that turn you on, is it?" That stumped him. After a few seconds Cy prompted him, "go on, it's my massive ass-bustin' dick, isn't it?" Abe reached up to Cy, lying on top of him, and took him in his arms. A muffled "no, you silly schmuck, it's because ... " but he got no further. Cy leant over and hissed Abe, whose cheeks were wet with tears. "I know kid," he said softly, "I feel the same even though yours is tiny." That was sufficient to cause Abe's tears to be forgotten, and the moment passed. I knew, however, that my idea was likely to work. Allowing a moment or two for Abe to collect himself I went on. "There's 13 of us here, Abe, 12 not counting you. How do you fancy being fucked by all 12 of us?" Abe's eyes lit up. "You mean one after another?" Why not, I thought, if that's what turns you on - his eyes certainly suggested that a gang bang was up his street. "What would you feel about that, Cy?" I said, "Abe seems to like the idea." Cy didn't take long. "Your rule here is that guys can do what they like. If Abe's wants to be fucked into the middle of next week that's fine by me. What he wants I want him to get. All I want is to choose when it's me." And with that simple proviso it was agreed, in our cabin if as yet nowhere else, that Abe would undergo such an ordeal. It was now getting late on the Friday evening. The agreement Phil had made with Abe's parents was that he would be returned to the bosom of his family at 6 on the Sunday evening. About 44 hours remained. Charlie was the first to uncoil himself. "I need a piss," he said. We all got up and went to the shower block, our naked bodies surprisingly unseen by anyone else. When we got there - it was too cold to go to the crocodiles - Charlie and I stood under the shower head (not turned on yet) and happily pissed on each other's belly, the streams running hotly over our half-hard cocks and down our legs. To say that Abe was startled to see this exhibition was an understatement. Cy had heard Jakey talking about our pissing pleasures but hadn't - certainly not with us - put them into practice. I asked him whether he and the twins had done this back home yet. He nodded. "Yeah. We did it in the barn after that time you did it with them here. I loved the hot feeling." He turned to Abe. "C'mon, Abe, it's fun, honest." Abe, happy to be fucked by 12 people on a Saturday, was strangely reluctant to let who was clearly his boyfriend piss on him, but Cy was insistent. "Oh, all right," said Abe. Two minutes later when Abe's and Cy's bladders had been satisfactorily emptied Abe was a convert. "Fuck, Cy, that's so hot." Another addition to the repertoire of sinful Jewish boys in upstate New York. As we turned on the showers to get the piss and cum off I said there was an interesting trick they should try with us English types (Charlie poked me in the ribs) - sorry, Brits - but it'll have to wait until tomorrow. Abe wanted to know why. "Because no-one's got any piss left," I said. We dried ourselves and were soon snuggled up, all four of us, in a relaxed warm happy heap. Just as we were starting to feel drowsy Abe sat up suddenly. "I know," he announced. "There's 12 of you, right? Three men, six of you and three of us from Kingston. I want to be fucked by all 12, but not one after another. How about we have three sessions. One of us, two of you and one of the men. Would that work?" No-one could see any fault with this plan - if Abe wanted it that way, then none of us was going to object. "Are you sure, Abe?" I asked. He nodded. "Cy?" He nodded too. "If that's what Abe wants then that's what I want too." "Don't you mind him, being fucked by other guys - men?" asked Charlie, knowing the likely answer. "Hell, no, nothing'll come between Abe and me," he said, "we're sort of ... " "Special," said Charlie and me together, laughing as we did so, and kissing to seal the bargain. "Yeah, I guess we're the same," said Cy. Abe was blushing beautifully - the quintessential bride. I couldn't resist, and whispered very close to Cy's ear "do you love him?" And then I whispered the same thing in Abe's ear. And then the two of them fell into each other's arms. "That's settled then," said Charlie, "join the club, you two." ***** The next morning at breakfast Abe said he had an announcement to make. This should be fun, I thought. "I'm having the best time in my life here," he said, "we had a whole lot of fun last night, just like Cy said we would. He and Patrick and Charlie and I have come up with a plan. They know what I've been up to these last couple of years, but the rest of you don't. I've been letting guys - adults - fuck me since I was 11 and it turns out that I'm a - what was it, Patrick?" "A natural born bottom," I reminded him. We'd had that discussion very late the night before after Cy and Abe had started to use the L-word without embarrassment. It's a liberating word when approached in the right way. "That means I love getting fucked," he explained, although his explanation wasn't news to anyone, "and I can't get enough of it." "Lucky Cy," said Jakey. "You might get lucky too, Jakey, so just wait," said Abe. "I want to get fucked by all 12 of you. Four of you this afternoon, another four tonight and the last four tomorrow. Each group has one of the Kingston boys, two of your Queen Mary types and one of the men. From what they told me last night all 12 of you are into fucking boys, and I guess I'm only too willing to show you Limeys true American hospitality." This little speech brought forth applause from all of us. Phil uttered a word of caution. "Are you sure, Abe? Some of us have pretty big cocks." Cy told Phil that his was 9 inches and Abe had happily accommodated it for the last two years. Phil shrugged. "Kid, if you're happy then we certainly are. Draw up a rota." "I will," said Abe happily, "but I need to know your sizes - smallest first and biggest last." That would take some doing, I thought, but Tim quickly pointed out that he would volunteer to measure, thus helping things along nicely. Ryan and Larry laughed at this. "Good lad, Tim, you'll go far in life," said Ryan. Tim was in no mood to hang about. A ruler and pencil were found and Tim went round the room. "Hang on," said Abe, "when their cocks go up me they'll be hard. I'm not interested in how big they are when they're floppy - I need to know what I'm really in for. Why don't Jakey and Esau get you guys all hot and interested?" Things were becoming more and more surreal by the minute, but as every one of us was focused on being part of the Dirty Dozen soon to be enjoying themselves up Abe's arse no-one was going to hang back. Jakey and E went round the table. In turn each of stood up. Jakey slowly removed our trousers and pants. E then knelt and applied his lips and tongue, assisted by Jakey who (from behind) reached down and stroked balls and arses. The first two thus assailed started the process in a limp position, but by the time they reached number three (Andrew) he and all who followed had no need of the twins' ministrations. The twins, however, continued to ply their trade. After 20 minutes Tim had written it all down and Abe announced the batting order. =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 60 as Abe invites us all in. 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. ===============================================================================