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Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys 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. fty/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 46 When we got in the bus Phil wrinkled his nose. “My God!” he said, “you reek, the lot of you. I hope you’ve got some energy left for us poor buggers who have to look after you.” I think it was me he was smelling, given that no-one else had had quite such a coating of spunk. I grinned, “you bet, Phil. I recover fast, as you might have noticed. When we get back the heady smell will overpower you and you won’t be able to restrain yourself from ripping off my clothes and licking me all over.” He put his hand on my knee. “Nice try, Patrick. Maybe tonight if you’re not still ripe.” As it happened it was Ryan’s turn to bed us tonight, and Phil would have to content himself with Tim and Sam. I didn’t think anybody’s night would be dull though. My mind, wandering as it did while we were in the bus, was hauled back to reality by Phil’s suggestion that a shower might be a good idea. “If I was in bed with you now I’d find you irresistible, smelling of spunk like that, but by the time you get back it won’t be nice at all. You’ve been doing this long enough to know that a clean freshly-showered boy is the sexiest thing on earth. Any man just wants to get his hands on you and make you his by getting his smell onto you.” I hadn’t really thought about it properly, but I could see the sense in what he was saying. After all, we’d always showered immediately before meeting a client. We unloaded the stuff and Ryan and Charlie made a quick meal while I showered. Mealtimes tended to be when the nine of us discussed things – whether it was the lessons we’d be having in the next few days, or the cleaning and cooking rota, or just about anything. That day Phil wanted all the gory details of what we’d been up to with Jakey and Esau after we’d left the soda fountain. Andrew and Tim did most of the talking, describing the sensuous fucking Tim had given me, and the saucer-sized eyes the twins had had when the sea of cum pooled on me. “So that’s why you stank!” said Phil. “I don’t know why you’re so worried about it,” I said, “it was all licked up.” Larry asked if the twins had mentioned the encounter in the soda fountain. “We were wondering when the lure of young Yankee flesh would get you interested,” said Alan, “and you won’t be disappointed to learn that their interest was roused too.” “What do you mean?” asked Larry. Sam described the conversation in which I’d told Jakey and Esau that these three guys were queers, and that one of them fancied me and another one fancied them. “They were fascinated by how I knew, and what I told them I’d do to get the ball rolling,” I said, “you know, the ‘I think you dropped this’ ploy.” Charlie added that he thought that they were probably as keen to be chatted up by ‘queers’ as they queers were to get into the twins’ trousers, and all three of the said ‘queers’ chuckled happily. “You could well be right, Charlie, but we’ll have to wait a week to find out. In the meantime we’ll just have to make do with you six for our lusty pleasures,” said Ryan, “now Alan and Andrew, come and help me clear up. The rest of you go and clean out the bus – it’s a mess in there. Swim in 20 minutes, OK?” The days passed; we learned more stuff which one day would be useful. Ryan told Charlie and me that he would try to get the head chef to let us spend an hour or two doing really basic jobs in the galley. “That way he’ll get used to you being part of the furniture, and when someone’s off sick or something you may be able to do a proper job for a few days.” By the next Friday all six of us had managed to swim as far as one of the marker posts and back. Charlie and Sam had helped hugely, and Larry was pleased, as were the four of us who now had a new skill. At least that piece of our learning could be measured – our culinary skills were more mixed. Charlie, being a country boy, had more experience of helping his mother in the kitchen than city boys like Tim and me. During one of those long, relaxed, in-each-other’s-arms post-sex hours Charlie had told me about how he and his father ‘obtained’ a lot of the food on the table. Charlie’s father’s black rigid religiosity didn’t prevent him from ‘acquiring’ salmon and even occasionally deer. I hadn’t known you could eat deer, and Charlie gave me big cuddle and said there was a lot I didn’t know. “I can gut a salmon in less than two minutes,” he had said. “What about a deer?” “Oh, that takes a bit longer. The first time my father showed me I made a real mess of it. I could skin one, gut it and cut it up into the size of joints you could cook in about three hours, I suppose.” Silence had greeted this. Charlie’s world and mine – before Cunard – had been unimaginably different. I resolved to pay more attention to Ryan’s lessons. Once we got too old to be bell boys I wanted to be able to show Cunard that I was competent to work alongside Charlie in the galley. That Friday night, quite by chance, Charlie and I were entertaining Larry for the night. We’d quickly got into the routine of lighting a camp fire each night after supper, and the nine of us were happily sitting round it talking about everything and nothing. Ryan went to the cook hut and came back with a basket of bottles of beer. “I’ve been keeping these for a celebration,” he said, “and you guys swimming as far as the crocodiles is as good an excuse as any.” There were about two dozen bottles, ataköy escort so he gave each of us boys two and three to the men. “We’ll get more tomorrow.” The party got under way, as parties do when teenagers and beer get together. Half an hour later we six had finished our two bottles. We eyed the three remaining. Phil saw, and threw the three remaining to Sam, Alan and Charlie. “Share with your boyfriends.” Twenty minutes later nine cocks were at the lakeside, pissing happily for the benefit of any passing crocodiles. Luckily none leapt out to seize our parts in their beaks. (We weren’t sure whether they actually had beaks, but you couldn’t be too careful, especially as we weren’t completely sober. Giggly and horny would have been good words to describe us then, giggly, horny, and proud of our swimming prowess. In just the right mood for an hour or two of celebratory fucking.) In our cabin Charlie and I were out of our clothes in about ten seconds. Ryan, our guest the previous night, had shaved us again, and we were both turned on by our newly-reacquired baby smoothness. When Larry joined us five minutes later he found Charlie on his back with me licking all the bits which had begun to be hairy again 24 hours earlier – tiny tip-of-the-tongue licks, tickling him. Nothing like the big wet cock-sucking licks which would come later. Charlie was, for the millionth time, telling the world that he loved me. I felt no need to reply, beyond saying “imphm” while I went on licking. “You really do, don’t you, the pair of you,” said Larry, “I envy you.” “Why?” said Charlie. “Because although I’ve fucked dozens – hundreds – of guys I’ve never felt remotely like what you two – and the others – obviously feel about each other. And that’s what I envy. You two are so happy together. Not just fucking – we’re all happy then – but just being together in the lake, or in the cook hut, or anywhere.” I stopped licking Charlie’s balls and went to Larry. I kissed him gently. “We’re so bloody lucky, the bell boys I mean, that we were thrown together as kids. It’s easier to love when you’re 14 maybe.” Well, one thing led to another, and what with the beer and our nice smooth bits, and the emotion which Larry had brought to the surface, the three of us had a very pleasant and energetic two hours. There was a brief debate between Charlie and me at about midnight as to whether our cum-covered bodies should be allowed to dry, or be given a quick swim. Since the beer was still making its presence felt the lake won. We swam briefly, but not until the cum on our bodies had been partially washed off by the rest of the beer. Larry, upon whose body there had been no cum, generously kept watch from the shore against crocodiles. He told us that the spectacle of naked boys pissing on each other by the light of a full moon was one which he would always treasure. His cock, erect again at the sight of us despite having shot the cum which coated us only twenty minutes earlier, suggested that he wasn’t lying. We were soon dried and back in bed, all three of us, curled up together, warm and happy. They were very special, those weeks. The next day, our third Saturday, saw us in Kingston as usual. We had talked to the three ‘queers’ about the fascination with which my story about finding a dropped quarter had given Jakey and Esau. “Are you going to do it?” asked Phil. I said that I’d thought about it, and that it would be fun, but if I did it would mess up something which would be far more fun. “If they think you’re strangers how can we have them visit us at the camp?” I said. Andrew saw the problem quickly. “I’d far rather they came here for some fun,” he said, and everyone else agreed. “OK, leave it to me,” I said. “We usually do,” Phil pointed out. I grinned, unabashed.. He was right, of course. “You three go in and sit at the table, and we’ll come in a couple of minutes later,” I said. We piled into the bus and bought all the stuff we needed for the next week (including beer) and loaded it in the bus. The stores were used to us by now, and we were greeted as friends. The grocery guy, who was doing well feeding nine extra hungry mouths out of season, asked how long we were staying. He knew we were from Queen Mary as word had got round, and the whole town had heard about the storm and the damage. Phil told him that he phoned every other day, and that they thought it would be another three weeks. “You’ll be here for Thanksgiving then.” None of us knew about Thanksgiving at that time, so, like the simple tourists we were, we asked. “Oh, my,” said Harry (the store boy who helped us load the bus) “it’s the best thing,” and he proceeded to explain what it entailed. It was going to happen in less than two weeks time, apparently. It sounded a lot like Christmas, only without any presents. Ten minutes later the six of us went into the soda fountain. Sitting at the counter were Jakey and Esau, wide-eyed with curiosity because the three ‘queers’ had come in again, just like the week before, and were sitting at the same table. “Look,” said Esau, failing completely in his attempt to be subtle. We sat with them, and when the sodas had arrived I said quietly, “I need to tell you something.” Eyes, already wide, widened further in anticipation of something clearly juicy. “We’re camped at Ashokan, and none of us is old enough to drive the bus. These three are with us, and we were joking with you when we pretended not to know them. But some of what I told you is true. They are queers, and they do things with us like the things we’ve been doing with you.” I had thought their eyes were as wide as they could be, but I was wrong. “And you let them? Don’t you mind?” Sam leant over and said that far from minding we encouraged them, “and we love it, just like you love it in the barn.” It was time to stop overloading their senses and give them a minute or two to digest things. The merter escort sodas were finished and the girl, knowing our routine, had begun to pour the second round. When they were in front of the twins Jakey said quietly, “can we talk to them? Will they mind?” Andrew, sitting at the end, glanced over to the table and nodded. The three men got up and approached the counter. “Hi guys,” said one of them, “which one’s Jakey?” It was clear from the fact that one of the boys was bright red that Jakey had identified himself, although not a word had passed his lips. “Hi, Jakey, I’m Phil, and this is Larry and Ryan. You must be Esau,” this to the other boy, now also bright red. Muttered ‘Hi’s’ were heard. “Why don’t we all go and sit over there,” I said, pointing to a big table in a corner where we could all sit round and talk without shouting. “You know what we did in the barn” (vigorous nods) “well, we do that at Ashokan, with each other and with these guys. Last night Charlie and I had Larry in our cabin, and the night before we had Ryan. We all do it – it’s great.” Jakey and Esau looked at each of us, as if seeking confirmation. “It’s true,” said Alan, “we all love it.” Jakey and Esau looked at each other, and Esau murmured “wow!” It was Phil who saw what was needed. “Look, guys, why don’t the six of you go off to the barn and do all the things you’ve been looking forward to? We have things to see to in town. Be back at the bus at 1300, OK.” And the three of them got up, each of them ruffling one boy’s hair. I was glad to see that the lucky boys included only one of us – Tim, who happened to be at the end of the line. When they’d gone Jakey became very animated. “Come on,” he said, “barn time.” We covered the half mile or so in record time, and within a minute of our entering the darkness we were naked sitting on the hay. I was glad that they’d managed to find some old blankets: hay on the arse is not ideal. “You said you’d fuck us if we asked nicely,” said Esau, “so – please would you fuck us nicely?” Jakey giggled, and the rest of us couldn’t keep a straight face for long. It took very little time for it to be agreed that since Tim and I were not only nearest in age to Jakey and Esau, but we had much less threatening (promising, if viewed from a different perspective) cocks, then we ought to be given the honour of being the first to get ourselves inside the arses being so generously offered. I suggested that Jakey and Esau should do scissors-paper-stone with the winner getting to go first and the loser getting to choose who would fuck him. Esau won and Jakey chose me. Tim asked Esau how he wanted it, but it was clear that neither of the twins had any idea. We would have to take the lead – a situation with which, as you know, we were very happy. Tim explained that he could fuck Esau from behind, like a dog, or face to face, like Cy was fucking his girl. Esau chose wisely, and Tim told him to lie on his back and lift his knees. “Show him, Sam,” said Tim, so Sam got down into position. “Now put your knees as near your ears as you can, Esau,” said Sam, “and your arse will automatically open up.” Jakey was watching like a hawk. “He’s right, Esau, I can see right up to your teeth,” he said, “well, nearly.” We’d brought some vaseline, hoping that we might be invited to put it to use, and Tim smeared Esau’s arse generously, fingering it well inside. Esau tightened up. “Whatever you do, don’t tighten your arse muscle when I push my cock in,” said Tim, “push hard like you’re having a shit.” Esau was worried. “What if I do a shit?” “No-one’s ever done that to me yet,” said Tim, “and I’ve fucked dozens of arses, but even if you did it wouldn’t matter. I’d just pick it up and throw it to one side and get on with fucking you.” “You’re weird,” said Jakey. “Yup, we all are. Isn’t fucking a 13-year-old weird?” Jakey had to admit the truth of this. “Come on,” said Esau, “I’m ready.” Tim put a finger in and Esau grimaced. “Push,” said Tim, and as soon as Esau did Tim slipped his finger as far in as he could. “Oooh!” groaned Esau, but it was as much a groan of oh-god-that’s-good as it was of discomfort. “You’re meant to feel full back there,” I said, “you’ll get used to it in a minute.” Tim poked about and found Esau’s prostate, causing Esau to jolt. “What the fuck was that?” he exclaimed. Sam explained while Tim gave it a serious rubbing. Esau’s eyes were glazed, so Tim took his finger out. “Cock time,” he said, and pushed his cock, foreskin retracted, into Esau’s arse, just far enough for his cockhead to be inside. “Ow!” cried Esau, “stop, it hurts!” “Push.” He did and Tim slipped a couple more inches in. “No, it hurts, take it out, Tim,” yelled Esau. Tim withdrew to let Esau calm down. After a couple of minutes Esau said, “I’m not going to let this lick me.” “Go on, Esau, you can take it,” said Jakey who, by the look on his face, wanted Tim to get on with it so that he could be down on his back being fucked by me. “OK,” said Esau after a few moments, “put it in again, Tim.” Tim pushed in. Esau yelled, “no, it’s too big, it hurts too much – take it out.” While all this was going on Jakey was tugging his cock, hard with anticipation, and I noticed the As giving each other a grope. “Why don’t you two get down and give Esau some encouragement?” I said. They needed no second invitation, and Andrew was on his back only a foot away from Esau. Alan bent forward and began to rim him, and Andrew squirmed happily. Jakey was torn between watching his brother getting pegged for the first time, and this erotic display by a pair who had obviously done this hundreds of times before. After about three minutes Andrew said, “come on, Alan, stick it in,” and Alan obliged. As more of Alan’s cock disappeared up into the depths of Andrew’s arse Jakey’s eyes started to pop out of his head. At that moment Tim muttered, “do you want to try again, Esau?” bahçeşehir escort Esau shook his head, tears welling up. “I’m so sorry, guys, but it just hurts too much,” he said, his voice quavering. Jakey put his arm round him. “Ssh, Esau, don’t worry, it’s OK.” He looked at me. “Will you try and do me?” he said. He got on his back on the other side of the As, and eyed my cock. “Do you think I’ll be able to take Sam’s one day?” Sam was displaying the full 8 inches by this time, putting my 5 1/2 in the shade – not that it bothered me. “Yeah, why not,” I said, “but not for a while. Get used to something your own size first. You and Esau can fuck each other and practice. Now let’s be at you.” Unlike his brother, Jakey had no difficulty in accommodating my cock. It was uncomfortable at first, but I was patient, and waited until he was ready for the next inch or two. After five minutes I was all the way in. Five minutes later I filled his arse with spunk. A minute after that Esau’s mouth received Jakey’s load at much the same time as Andrew came. He and Alan had found the secret of coming together – habit, probably – and the feeling of Alan’s cock pulsing as it shot ropes of hot cum against the sensitive walls of his arse was enough to take Andrew to his climax. Tim was giving Sam’s cock serious tongue attention. “Can you take all that, Tim?” said Esau. Tim and Sam exchanged a look, and a grin. Afterwards, when Sam had come, Jakey said that seeing Sam’s huge cock slowly being swallowed up by Tim’s ass was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Charlie, busy fucking me, didn’t mind being the second sexiest thing in Jakey’s eyes: he knew he was the sexiest thing in mine, and that was all that mattered. Esau was very quiet. “Look, Esau,” I said, “it doesn’t matter if you hated it – lots of guys do. You saw how Jakey loved it, so what that means is that you don’t need to get fucked: your job is to fuck Jakey.” Both boys’ eyes lit up. “Yeah!” said Esau, “I’ll like that.” It’s funny how often it turns out that one brother is a natural top and the other a natural bottom. Tim and I were so lucky that we were equally happy with either position. Esau’s cock, limp and sad after what he felt had been his humiliation, perked up at this new opportunity, so, as his and Tim’s were the only ones which hadn’t come, they settled down to a nice noisy 69. It didn’t take them long, and Tim helped things along by sticking his finger up Esau’s arse (his finger being far from being ‘too big’) and rolling the boy’s prostate vigorously. Esau’s cum was sudden and voluminous, so much so that he boasted “it was my biggest jizz ever”, his earlier disappointment being forgotten. When we’d all calmed down Jakey returned to the matter of our three friends, and said he wanted to know more about what we did. “We can’t tell you,” said Tim, “it’s a secret.” The twins were peeved. “Why not, that’s not fair.” “We can’t tell you, but we don’t mind showing you,” said Sam. “Why not come back to Ashokan?” Jakey and Esau practically leapt at us. “Can we? Can we really?” “Ask your parents.” We were practically dragged the 400 yards to the farmhouse where Jakey and Esau fell over themselves explaining who we were and where we came from. Their father smiled. “Hold your horses, boys.” Turning to us he said, “you guys have made quite an impression on my two hooligans – they’ve not stopped talking about you for two weeks. I’m Rueben and this is Sarah.” We introduced ourselves and solemnly shook hands. It was a more formal greeting than any we’d shared with their sons. I explained that we and three adults were at the camp ground at Ashokan until Queen Mary was back in service, which we reckoned was about two or three weeks away. “Phil has a bus and we have to be there at 1 o’clock” (it was then about half past twelve) “but it would be fun if Jakey and Esau could come and visit, and swim in the lake.” Other entertainments were not mentioned. Rueben looked at Sarah who said, “why not? It’s not every day they meet new friends in Kingston.” Jakey and Esau were thrilled. “Can we go now?” “I said hold your horses, boys,” said Rueben, “this is what we’ll do. Your mother and I will walk with you and your new friends over to their bus, and we’ll talk with the grown-ups and we’ll fix what’s going to happen.” He turned to Sam as the biggest, and therefore in his eyes the most responsible. “If your guys are happy, can my two hooligans camp with you guys tonight? If you bring them back in one piece by 4 tomorrow afternoon Sarah and I can have some peace and quiet for a change.” “Oh, Pa,” said Jakey, but I could see that Pa was struggling to keep a straight face. His apparent unwillingness to let his sons mix with Christians was not in evidence – perhaps it was merely Jakey and Esau getting the wrong end of the stick. Whatever it was Rueben and Sarah could not have been more friendly. When we got back to the bus Phil came out to meet us. “You must be Jakey and Esau’s parents,” he said, “these lads haven’t stopped talking about their new American friends.” This was exactly the right thing to say, because within a couple of minutes an agreement that Jakey and Esau would come back in the bus with us was made and, even better, we had – all nine of us – been invited to have Thanksgiving Dinner with Rueben and Sarah. “You’ll meet my eldest boy Cyrus,” said Rueben. Six of us made a massive effort to show no flicker of awareness of what this Cyrus had got up to, and how it had been instrumental in our getting so well acquainted with his younger brothers. Jakey and Esau piled into the bus with the six of us and Phil drove to the store to pick up Ryan and Larry. “This is going to be fun,” I said to Jakey and Esau. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 47 as the boundaries – and other things – are stretched in upstate New York. 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 net – that is after you’ve dropped a few quid. ===============================================================================

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