Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2018 21:17:07 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 63 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 63 Abe moaned as, for the first time in his 'I-love-being-fucked' life, he felt something really thick invading his arse. "You're not both in, are you?" he groaned. "Yup," said Sam, "you've got 8 inches of me and 9 inches of Andrew. Ever had 17 inches before?" Abe managed to smile. "No, not all at once, but if you added all the inches together it would be a lot more. What's different now is what two dicks side by side are doing to my ass ring - it's pretty uncomfortable. Gimme a minute to get used to them being in there." Cy was by Abe's side, gently stroking his face and murmuring encouragingly. He whispered something in Abe's ear. Abe nodded, "yeah, I'm OK, Cy, don't worry. It hurts a bit, but that's part of the fun." Cy smiled - he was clearly aware that Abe wasn't averse to a bit of pain. Just as long as he wasn't torn, I thought. A minute passed and Sam and Andrew kept quite still. Abe nodded, "OK, you can fuck me now." Sam and Andrew hadn't planned what they were going to do next - the extent of their agreement hadn't gone beyond Sam sticking his cock in while it was still sift, and Andrew plugging the gap, as it were. If they didn't fuck in perfect synchronicity one cock would flop out and the effect would be ruined. Their natural instinct was to push further in, causing Abe to groan deeply. "Are we hurting?" asked Andrew. "Yeah, but don't stop. Hurting's good. Both of you come out a bit - do it together." Sam and Andrew managed to co-ordinate their movements, and gradually they achieved a rhythm. Abe sighed happily. "Yeah, that's good. You're stretching my ass like nothing else - it feels like I'm being fucked by a log." I began to fell some sympathy for Cy. If Abe could take two cocks the size of these two Cy was going to find it difficult to satisfy him. Love would help though. Abe was becoming very vocal, his insistence on telling us all that what was happening was great, fucking great, oh-Christ-oh-fuck-it's-so-fucking-hot (and more along similar lines) became louder and more frequent. Then, without warning and without anyone going near his cock (except from inside), he came. Spunk flew from his cock - only two jets because he was already pretty drained, but fierce jets they were, reaching his chin. "Oh God, I think I've gone to heaven," he said breathlessly. No-one wanted to go near while Sam and Andrew were still fucking him, and Abe's orgasm lent urgency to their efforts. "Come on," muttered Andrew, "let's not hang about. I'm sure his arse is hotter now he's come." They both speeded up, and about 20 seconds later Sam groaned, "I'm coming." Instinctively both of them went as deep as they could. Sam's cock pulsed as cum gushed out into Abe. Andrew said, "I can feel your cock throbbing against mine. Keep it in when you're done and I'll try to finish off as soon as you finish." Sam's orgasm was soon over and sweat poured off him. He nodded to Andrew who quickly resumed action. Hard and fast he fucked Abe. Abe was bouncing about telling the world (and God) that he was enjoying himself. Sam was out of it completely, and his cock was wilting rapidly despite the friction from Andrew's. A moment later it slipped out and Andrew was left in sole possession. He leaned forward and put his arms round Abe who was still lying on Sam. "Yeah, Andrew, fill me up!" It took Andrew another couple of minutes of hard fucking, each inward push greeted ecstatically by Abe whose cries became higher and higher. Suddenly he shouted, "I'm jizzing again!" As his cock managed another modest squirt Andrew roared that he was coming. "I'm filling your sexy little arse with my hot spunk, Abe, yeah ... take it ... take it all ... aaah!" And having done as he said he collapsed onto Abe, the three of them utterly spent. Cy leaned in and kissed Abe gently. "Are you OK?" "Oh, Cy, of course I am. Just kiss me again." The next kiss was not gentle - their lips locked in a passionate exchange of souls. Life in Kingston would be dull after this, I thought. It would be difficult for them to find a place to make love as unrestrainedly as this. Still, tonight would be a night they would all - we would all - remember. At last Abe and Cy broke apart. None of us, certainly not Sam underneath or Andrew on top, wanted to break the spell of Abe's joy. It had to be Abe who signalled that it was over. "Ten down," he said unromantically, "I need a rest." Andrew climbed off leaving Cy to help Abe off Sam, happily crushed at the bottom of the heap. Alan and Tim helped them up. Hugging ensued. Charlie and I, on opposite sides of the bed, exchanged a look and a smile. I noticed Jakey and Esau very close together whispering something. Were they thinking about what they might get up to with Abe after we'd gone? Would Cy let them? I hoped so. "Shower time, you three," said Ryan. "Charlie and I will have food in 15 minutes. Come on, Charlie," and off the two of them went. Sam, Andrew and Abe tottered off, aided by three boys who had no need of a shower, but who would doubtless be enjoying one nevertheless. I was left with the twins. "What did you think of that?" I asked. "How can Abe take two dicks at once?" asked Esau. I said I didn't know, but that any boy who was fucked as often as he said he'd been by as many men was bound to be able to relax his arse muscles to accommodate them. "It's just practice ," I said, "but even so it's bloody impressive. There's no way Tim or I could get two cocks in." Esau seemed relieved by this. Jakey said that it wasn't something he'd care to try: one dick was just fine as far as he was concerned. I reassured him that one dick was the norm, and that what we'd just witnessed was Sam and Andrew showing off, and Abe showing off even more. "He enjoyed it though," said Jakey. "Oh, he enjoyed it all right," I said, "but he enjoyed everything. He just loves being fucked. You'll have to see whether he likes fucking any of you when you get home." Jakey and Esau exchanged another meaningful look. "D'you think Cy'll let us get it on with Abe if he's his boyfriend?" said Jakey. "I can't see why not," I said, "look at Charlie and me, or Sam and Tim. We're all boyfriends but we fuck who we like." I hoped that this piece of wisdom might be repeated to their brother if he showed signs of being difficult. I didn't think he would, but you never knew. I wandered into the food hut to see if I could help. "No," said Ryan, "but there's something I need to talk to you and Tim about." "Will I get him?" I asked. "No, but you can tell him later and see what he thinks." This sounded interesting. "We've planned something for your birthday," he said, "but that's out of the window now. If we're all having a big party for Thanksgiving at the Perkinses tomorrow it wouldn't feel right to have your birthday at the same time." I agreed, "tomorrow we're all guests, so anything like a birthday would be a bit rude." "I'm glad you agree, and I guess Tim would too. Today's the 22nd and so we'll all be back on Queen Mary a week today on your birthday. Can we have some kind of party back on the ship?" I said that I thought that a brilliant idea and that I was sure Tim would agree. "Maybe we can call it a reunion of the old gang - after all it will have been ages since any of us had fun together." "Leave it to Larry and Phil then, and they'll work something out. I'll provide whatever's needed. Charlie, whistle them in." As this would be our last meal together at Ashokan it was a bit subdued. The excitement of tonight, the excitement of Thanksgiving with the Perkinses tomorrow, the excitement of re-joining Queen Mary and seeing the ship again (and seeing what changes might have been made) - all were tempered with the knowledge that we would be saying goodbye to Jakey, Esau, Cy and Abe in less than two days. Emotional overload for a bunch of teenagers. Food, beer and Coke were consumed, but talk was desultory until Cy jerked us back to our usual boisterous selves. "C'mon guys, we're not at a funeral, there's fun to be had. OK, we're going to miss you all when you bugger off to your ship on Tuesday, but that's 36 hours away. For god's sake let's enjoy ourselves until then." "And each other," from Tim (who else?). As we cleared up after the meal I got him to one side and told him about the birthday plan. "Good," he said, "well done, Ryan." There were still nearly two hours until Abe's final performance with Ryan and Cy. He seemed excited, but was in no hurry to start early. "You guys are just a bunch of perverts who can't wait to see a little kid fucked by the biggest dicks in Ashokan," he said. While this contained elements of truth it seemed a bit harsh, particularly as it was the little kid who had set all this up. It was Cy - again - who found the answer, although Abe couldn't stop himself from grinning happily at the thought of what was to come (or indeed, who was to come). "Can you guys play poker?" asked Cy. Hearing that the only Queen Mary crew-member familiar with Poker was Larry Cy's eyes lit up. "Oh boy, if I'd that a week ago think of the money I'd've been able to take off you." As money was out of the question instruction was given using counters from one of the games boxes in the store. I don't think an hour was enough for any of the finer points of the game to be understood, but at least we knew the ranking of the various hands. We also discovered, amid mounting hilarity, that Sam was completely unable to disguise his glee at a good hand. Esau was pretty lousy too. The best poker faces by far were Charlie and Cy. You learn a little each day about the person you love. As 2200 approached Ryan and Cy stood up and disappeared to the shower for a piss. "See you all in Patrick's hut," said Cy as they left. The cards and the counters were put away; the rest of us carried Abe ("you need to keep your strength up, Abe," said Esau) into our hut and dumped him on the bed. He stood up and stripped off. "Let's have a last check," said Phil. "You just want to leer at my ass," said Abe. "True, but once I've leered I want to make sure you're up for two big ones." Leering occurred, as did inspection. "You'll do," said Phil, patting that at which he had leered, "good luck!" Ryan and Cy returned, naked and showing considerable signs of readiness. "Goody!" said Abe, "it's been worth the wait. C'm'ere, Cy." The two of them embraced tightly. Cy whispered something in Abe's ear, but none of us could hear. I was in a position to see what Abe whispered in Cy's ear, and it didn't take a lip-reading genius to see 'me too'. They separated and a wicked gleam appeared in Abe's eyes as they took in Ryan in his naked glory. He walked towards the man, who opened his arms and embraced the boy. "Let's give them as good a time as I plan to give you, Abe," he said. Abe nodded, and taking Ryan by the hand he led him to the bed. "On your back, Abe, I want to enjoy everything, and that means I want to see your face while it all happens." Abe drew his legs up, holding his thighs near his ears. His arse, so vigorously fucked by ten people in the preceding 24 hours, looked red but otherwise unharmed. Ryan knelt down and started to get Abe ready. His tongue lapped gently from a few inches under Abe's hole - just where his arse crack merged into his back - all the way to the tip of Abe's cock. One long slow lick, his tongue fluttering quickly from side to side as it progressed nearer to the boy's hole (which dilated slightly in expectation) and went further on, towards his hairless balls, not pausing (that would come later), up slowly, slowly along the underside of Abe's cock, softly teasing the head but ... nothing more. Ryan repeated this dance several times, each time introducing a bit of Abe to explore more thoroughly. One time his left ball, taken into Ryan's mouth and gently rolled about: the next time the other ball; the next time, both; the next time Abe's cock was engulfed in Ryan's mouth; the next time - the last - Ryan's tongue got no further than Abe's dilated arsehole, begging almost to be filled. Filled it was, by Ryan's tongue which got a lot further in there than I would have thought possible. Ryan had rimmed me, and got three fingers up me, but actually seeing his tongue invading Abe's arse was fascinating. As with me, fingers soon followed and he teased Abe by just putting one in at first, and rubbing it round just inside Abe's arse lips. Abe by this time was moaning again, and begging for more fingers. Ryan ignored the urgency, but allowed a second finger to join the first... then after a couple of minutes, a third. "Happy now?" he said. "Oh God, yes," sighed Abe, "but I'll be happier still when one big long thing is in there instead of your fingers." Out came Ryan's fingers. As he was a connoisseur of boys and their arses he allowed himself the luxury of sniffing, and then sucking, his fingers. "Ah, Abe, you taste good in there," he said. Esau's expression was quite different from Jakey's - how, if ever, they would close the gap between them I would never know. Abe's wish was then granted as slowly, very slowly, inch by hot hard inch, Ryan pressed his cock inexorably further and further into him. When Ryan was about 7 inches in Abe let go of his thighs and put his arms as far round Ryan as he could reach, drawing him further and further in. "Come on, Ryan, the last few inches are the best," he murmured. "Too right," agreed Ryan, still pressing in at the same speed. Moments later he was all the way in - 9 inches of man cock buried deep inside a willing, very wet, 14-year-old, his belly pressed hard against the boy's belly. "Like that, Abe?" "Oh yeah, I like it a lot Ryan, but I'll like it a whole lot more when you start fucking, and I'll like it more still when that monster spits your hot jizz up into me." Abe had, at an early age, come to realise that such talk, while not appropriate for ordinary conversation, was well-nigh essential in ensuring a first-class bedroom experience. "Coming up, kid; brace yourself." Ryan fucked Abe for a good five minutes before he began to accelerate. Throughout this time Abe kept up a repeated cry of 'yess', or occasionally 'fuuuck', each time Ryan reached maximum penetration. Ryan made no sound apart from the occasional groan as he was fully in. Then, inevitably, the speed increased as Ryan's balls signalled that it was now their turn to join the party. In the end it was very sudden as Ryan pulled almost right out of Abe's arse before ramming his cock in one last time as spunk came frothing out of him deep, deep inside Abe. Abe was cooing like a baby. "I can ... feel your ... cock each ... time it ... shoots more ... jizz up me ... (a longer pause) Cy, I need you, I need you right now, please Cy, please." Tears were rolling down his cheeks: were they tears of pain? (surely not: Ryan was big, but not much bigger than Abe had happily had up his arse before) - were they tears of sexual release? (no: Abe hadn't come yet). I decided, having been in a similar place, that they were tears of joy because he was now going to be in the arms of the boy he loved, and who loved him. And not just in his arms, but with the essence of the boy inside him, expressing ecstatic joy and - oh, you know the sort of thing I mean. Ryan pulled out and rolled away across the bed. For once no-one moved to clean him up: the next few minutes were going to be special - we all sensed that. Cy took Ryan's place and gently fed his cock into the wetness that was Abe's arsehole. Abe sighed as though all his breath was being expelled, and held Cy tightly. This time the words weren't whispered. Without a word being said the six of us - three pairs, three bonded pairs - lay together, I in Charlie's arms, Tim in Sam's and the As cuddled together. Abe's weren't the only tears that night. Ryan moved quietly away from the bed and joined Larry and Phil at the back of the hut. That fuck was the tenderest I could remember seeing. I'd been on the receiving end of tender fucks from Charlie, but when you're being fucked the physical sensation tends to drown out the emotion, at least until you come. Watching Cy and Abe was like watching a precision instrument, perfectly designed, doing what it was built to do. In the cold light of day that sounds pretentious, but in that hut that November night over 80 years ago, lying in Charlie's arms, feeling his heart and his skin and his whole body next to mine, I felt nearer to whatever my little Catholic soul regarded as heaven than I had ever felt before. And all this watching two Jewish boys fucking. It's a rum thing, love. When Cy came (a few seconds after Abe had come) everybody was still. No-one said anything. We knew we'd witnessed something special - not a boy being fucked by a dozen people (the first eleven had been fun to watch, but not on the level of the twelfth), but as unexpected and unashamed a demonstration of how two people - two people who had no business being in love in those unenlightened times - wanted to share everything there was. Charlie and I (and the others) had come to this kind of position some time ago: tonight I think we were actually there when Cy and Abe each suddenly knew that there would never be anyone else. Being there was a privilege I have never forgotten. But magic can't last for ever, not at that level of intensity anyway. Cum cools and guys have to clean up. The six of us gathered close to the two on the bed. Sam and Tim turned round so that Abe could see their tattoos. "I haven't noticed those before," he said, "Sam's and Tim's. Nice." The As waved their arms with their entwined pairs of As. Charlie and I offered our ring fingers. Cy smiled and turned to Abe. "Can we do something like that? Will the folks in Kingston lynch us?" Abe said they'd only lynch them if the tattoos were visible and he knew of several places on his anatomy that no-one apart from Cy was likely to see. "Not now my mum doesn't wipe my ass any more." I reckoned they'd be visiting a tattoo parlour in a town well away from Kingston some time soon. And that was that. Abe had achieved his objective of being fucked by a dozen guys. In doing so barriers had been breached, 'love' had been mentioned and, being once mentioned, had been wholeheartedly reciprocated. That mid-Atlantic storm had brought something lasting and beautiful to two boys from a small town 100 miles from the sea. Funny thing, Fate. =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 64 as we enjoy Thanksgiving and leave 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. ===============================================================================