Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2018 14:22:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 60 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 60 The afternoon's performers would be Esau, Tim, me and Phil. Tonight would be Jakey, Charlie, Alan and Larry, while Sunday would work up to the stars of the show: Andrew (7), Sam, (8), Cy (9) and Ryan (9). Phil pointed out that he had to go into Kingston for supplies, so we were not to start until after he got back. Some of us wanted to go with him, but he said he'd be a lot quicker on his own. As we all wanted to get down to the serious business of the week-end, no-one objected, but I asked Phil to get something for me. Phil got into the bus and drove off. Larry and Ryan took charge. "There will be no sex of any kind until we start in the afternoon, OK?" said Larry. Abe agreed, so the rest of us willingly fell in with him: it was his party, after all. The two of them kept us busy all morning. Larry set us energetic challenges - swimming as far as the line of posts and back, running around, generally working up a healthy sweat. We six were accustomed to this regime, but Jakey, Esau, Cy and Abe were soon whacked. Mid-morning Ryan called us in for something to eat, but Larry allowed us little time before he roused us to further exercise. "I want you all as fit as fleas," he said, "you all have a huge task before you, and Abe will not be pleased if you fail him. Abe, you may sit this out. You'll need all your energy for later." Abe grinned, but he accepted Larry's offer and stayed in the food hut with Ryan and Charlie, both busy preparing lunch for when Phil got back. "Are you sure you're up for this, Abe?" said Charlie quietly. "It was fine saying you wanted all 12 of us to fuck you when we were all there. Are you sure?" Abe smiled. "Oh yeah, I'm sure all right. I've never been fucked by more than four guys in a session, but I reckon I can handle it OK. Thanks for thinking of it, Charlie. I like you." "I like you too, Abe, and I'm glad you and Cy are happy together. I remember when Patrick and I decided how we felt about each other. It was only six months ago, but it seems like half a lifetime. I still can't believe it sometimes. He makes me feel tingly - right now, for instance - when I just think about him." Abe nodded. "Cy does that to me." Shortly after midday Phil came back. He gave me what I needed. "Typical of you to think of that, Patrick," he said. I said I was sure it would be needed. "I've no doubt of it. Whistle them in, Ryan," he said, "I have news." When we arrived, hot from running about, Phil said he had lots of news, some of which we wouldn't like. This met with groans. "Don't moan, you'll like some of it too. Sit down and listen." When he had our full attention he told us what he had learned. "I phone New York every couple of days to find out about progress on Queen Mary. The last time they said we would be joining in two weeks - that's a week from now. Well, it's much sooner. They want us back on board by 1500 on Tuesday." This was met with cries of 'no' and 'that's too soon' and other expressions of dismay. "What'll happen about Thanksgiving?" asked Jakey. "I'm coming to that," said Phil, "give me time. Cy, Jakey and Esau - I spoke to Rueben who was at home collecting stuff to take to Albany. Your mother is doing well, and she should be back in Kingston in about 10 days. I spoke to the school teacher and gave her the news. You two boys can skip school on Monday and stay here with us - you too, Cy, of course - until we take you all in to Kingston. That'll be on Monday afternoon. I spoke to Mrs Perkins at the store. She was going to work out how Ryan could cook a turkey here, but when I told her that we would be leaving before Thanksgiving she insisted we should all have an early Thanksgiving dinner with her and her family on Monday. I said there would be crowd of us, but she just laughed. 'I can cook for 50 in this place,' she said, 'and how many are you bringing? 10, 15?' I told her we'd be 13 and her eyebrows shot up. 'Oh my,' she said, 'that's mighty unlucky. I'll make sure we make it up to 16. Leave it all to me. Be here at 5 o'clock on Monday,' and she shooed me out of the door." We all fell to discussing Phil's news. Cy and co would be sad not to be spending more time with us, but now we had an extra day to mess about. "Oh," said Phil, "I forgot. I've arranged for Abe to stay over and go back with us on Monday too. He's the 13th." Abe's smile widened. "You mean I get to stay till Monday then have Thanksgiving with the Perkinses?" Phil nodded. Abe flung his arms round Phil. "Thank you, thank you," he whispered. Cy held out his arms, and Abe melted into them. The six Queen Mary bell boys all smiled a complicit smile: we all knew how he felt so well. Esau and Jakey just looked at each other and shrugged. "Give it time, boys, it'll happen to you one day," said Larry. The sudden change of plans meant that the hours until Monday afternoon were going to be very busy. As well as the lengthy sessions with Abe - we all insisted that nothing should be allowed to get in the way of these - there was a wholesale clearing-up to be done. Larry, whose responsibility this had become, said that if we all did our bit it shouldn't take more than a couple of hours. "1000 on Monday," he said, "all ten of you." There was a bit of groaning, but none of us really objected - after all, there was plenty of excitement in the offing before then. Carlie and I helped Phil and Ryan to unload the bus. As we were only going to be here until Monday there wasn't much food, but there was a pleasing amount of beer. Not knowing how keen our American guests would be on beer Phil had thoughtfully provided plenty of Coca Cola (a beverage entirely unknown to any of us at that time of innocence). "I imagine you'll be trying to get them all pissing, so you'll need something non-alcoholic," he said, "none of them will be as used to beer as you lot are, and there's no fun in fucking someone who just feels like throwing up." This sobering picture gave us much thought. Abe and Cy came in to offer help - carefully timed, it seemed to me, so that they appeared when all the work was done. "Can we start at 2?" Phil and I agreed, and I said I'd make sure Tim and Jakey were briefed. "When do you feel you'll be ready for the second lot?" I asked. Abe thought that 9 would be as good a time as any. "I'll get a good night's sleep then," he said. I wasn't alone in thinking that he's probably need it. Still, it was his idea and the least any of us could do would be to make it as memorable as possible. "You don't mind if other guys watch, do you? I mean, apart from the ones queuing up to be next." Abe said that he was happy for anyone to witness the happenings, and to join in with whatever they fancied "apart from fucking me, that is." At 1400 - I had to get back into the Queen Mary habit - everybody was in our hut. Before they arrived I had spread the purchase Phil had made for me - a very large rubber sheet - over the three beds pushed together. There was going to be a great deal of spunk spilled in the next 24 hours, and not all of it was going to end up inside someone. If things went as I hoped they would (and there wasn't much doubt) spunk wouldn't be the only liquid either. As soon as my five colleagues saw the sheet there was much enthusiasm. This was shared almost as noisily by the Kingston boys. Abe was in no mood to hang around, and he insisted that he, and the first four, should be naked from the start. "The rest of you can do what you like," he said. Within two minutes the only two still in their clothes were Larry and Ryan. "We'll just take a back sear," said Larry, who was still a bit worried that Abe might be biting off a great deal more than he could chew. I found out later that the three men had had a worried discussion the night before, the result of which that they would go along with Abe's plan, but step in if it looked as though he was heading for trouble. They had agreed that the two not on fucking duty would be ready to step in and look after him if needed. Esau was first up. "If you're getting to decide who fucks you when," he said, "then we get to decide how to do it. I want you on your knees an' I'm going to fuck you like a dawg" (this said with Esau's attempt at a good ol' Southern drawl). "OK," said Abe, and got into position. Abe's arse, presented as it now was, was familiar territory to me, but Tim couldn't take his eyes off it. I have to say it was a very nice arse, and Tim, like me, would have ample opportunity to savour its delights before long. Now that the stage was set, as it were, Esau hesitated. "Gimme the grease," he said. "Oh no," said Abe, no grease. You gotta get me wet yourself." Roars of laughter greeted this and Esau bent to lick Abe's crack. Abe wriggled and leant behind himself to pull his cheeks apart. "Go on, Esau, git yo' tongue in there, boy." (Abe could do accents just as well as Esau.) After a moment's hesitation Esau got on with it and Abe relaxed as the pleasure began. Esau was as hard as a nail, and he couldn't resist any longer than two minutes of rimming. "Aw fuck, Abe, I need to get it in you," and in it went, all the way. (Tim had offered a helping hand and had grasped Esau's cock with a handful of grease just before Esau plunged in.) Abe sighed, "mmm! that's nice. Now fuck me, Esau, fuck the daylights outa me." Esau, poor boy, was too excited and he lasted less that 30 seconds. Would he ram it in as far as he could, or pull out for a spectacular cum onto Abe's back? No contest - he was far too inexperienced a fucker to do anything other than what his genes told him to do: plant his seed as deep as possible. His genes didn't have anything to say about how loudly this was done however, but luckily all those in earshot could already tell that he was indeed coming, and that information to this effect, while understandable, was not necessary. Esau withdrew, his cock already wilting, and lay on his back with his eyes shut to recover. A pair of lips engulfed his cock, gently licking every trace of cum and arse juices. Abe smiled, his eyes still shut. When the lips and tongue finally released his cock from cleansing Abe opened his eyes to see Andrew smiling at him. "Next!" said Abe, "don't keep me waiting." Tim and I had already done a scissors-paper-stone and he had won. That entitled him to choose, and he decided he would go after me. So I stepped up to the plate. "On your back, Abe," I said, "I want to see your expression as I stuff you rigid with my magic cock." Maybe it was the movement in turning over, or maybe it was the laugh at what I'd said, but a large glob of Esau's spunk rolled out of Abe's arse and ran slowly (and erotically) down his arse crack. "Legs up," I said, "I need to get that." On an ordinary day I would have just lapped it up, but this was very far from ordinary. I scooped it up and used it to coat my cock. "This jizz belongs up you, Abe, and it was careless of you to lose it," and without any warning at all I placed my jizz-covered cock at the entrance and went in - hard. "Oof!" from Abe. I took it almost all the way out again, and after a pause went in again - hard. "Oof!" As I said, this wasn't ordinary, so getting Abe's rocks off wasn't part of my plan: getting my rocks off without any interest in Abe was what was needed - no subtlety. On the seventeenth 'oof' I fired hard inside him. As I did so I looked at his face. His smile was seraphic. I kept it in for as long as I could, but it slipped out as usual. I flopped down where Esau had been (noticing that I was lying in a slightly damp patch - there was a sheet on top of the rubber - but not minding too much) and closed my eyes: might as well reinforce the post-fuck routine. Lips applied themselves. Not Charlie's, and not Tim's. These were lips with which I wasn't familiar. They were good, though, and I enjoyed the gentle insistent way my foreskin was pulled back to ensure complete success. I guessed. I opened my eyes. "Thanks, Cy, you do a great job." Cy said that he had so much to learn about foreskins. "You'll have to mix with a few goyim then," said Alan, whose study of the local lingo was paying off. I put this idea to the back of my mind ... you never knew. "Now you'll see how it should be done," said Tim, "stay on your back." Tim, the arch cum-hound, wasn't going to miss out on the treat gently leaking from Abe, and although he was entirely familiar with my cum he still smacked his lips noisily. "A dash of Esau improves yours, bro," he said. "I love you too," I replied. Tim fucked Abe more gently than I had done, and as he got closer (and noisier) to his release the audience began to offer encouragement - until then Esau and I had been allowed to perform in silence, well, apart from the noises we were making. "Come on his belly," called Sam, "you know you like seeing yourself shoot." Tim needed no more encouragement and as he got there he pulled out, Unfortunately his aim was less than perfect, and it wasn't Abe's belly that got covered. Luckily Cy was at hand and Abe's face and chest were given the best kind of attention by the best person. I could hear Cy whisper "OK?" as he licked, and Abe nodded vigorously before whispering, "oh fuck, yes. Now for a big one." Cy now had my cum and Tim's cum in him. Would he become the town's cock-sucker after we all left? "Well, Abe, are you ready for a man's meat now after these boys have got you warmed up a bit?" said Phil. Abe, still on his back, had a good look at what was instore. Phil's cock isn't all that long - 7 inches, maybe a bit more - but it's very thick, probably the thickest Abe was going to take in at Ashokan. "Let's see," said Abe, and beckoned Phil to kneel next to him. "It's nice and thick," he said, "and I need to test to see if it's too big. I'll use my thick-measurer - close your eyes, Phil." To no-one's surprise Abe's thick-measurer amounted to no more than his mouth, but it took Abe nearly four minutes to be sure that the cock in his mouth was one he was going to be able to accommodate up his arse. Phil had smiled happily while this scientific process had been taking place. "OK now?" he said. Abe said that he was ready and willing to have his first adult Limey do his worst. "Doggy fashion, then, Abe," said Phil. Abe's arse was so full of spunk that any lubrication would have been useless - indeed, had a cock slimmer than Phil's been trying to fuck him there would have been little friction. As it was Phil slid in slowly as Abe cooed contentedly. "Now that's a real cock," he muttered, "you're making me all itchy inside." Phil grabbed Abe's hips and I could tell that a fierce ramming was on the cards. Phil told us later that the three of them had agreed that the first man to fuck Abe would be the tester. If he'd been telling the truth, and had been fucked by dozens of men, then a really fierce fuck early on would show whether he could stand up to the gang bang he wanted. Abe's yells of delight were all that Phil needed. "Loving it, kid, aren't you? Loving a real man fucking your hot little arse? Loving the heat it makes inside you?" To all these questions Abe gave positive replies, replies filled with encouragement to do better, harder, deeper, faster ... Phil moved his grip, placing his left arm round Abe's belly and using his right hand to take hold of the red hot cock of the boy he was fucking. "Yeah!" cried Abe, "get us off together!" Abe, who had been close for 20 minutes, needed only a few jerks before his cock spewed jizz onto the sheet. His arse clamped onto Phil, making him push even deeper in as he spasmed into the boy. "Oh fuck! you're good," panted Phil. "So they tell me," murmured Abe as he came down from his orgasm. Phil rolled onto his back. Sam did the honours. Jakey said that as he was the next up it was only right that he should make sure that Abe was ready to accept him, and that meant not only a close inspection to make sure that Abe's ass was not sore, but - more importantly - that no trace of anyone else's jizz was still there. Abe rolled onto his back and allowed Jakey access to the area in question. It took Jakey 20 minutes to be sure that all was well. "Yup," he said finally, patting a very saliva-slick arse, "I'll be back at 9. Keep it nice for me, Abe." =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 61 as XXXXX. 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 ... 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