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Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 57 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 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 ataköy escort 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 merter escort 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 bahçeşehir escort 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. =============================================================================== 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 net – that is after you’ve dropped a few quid. ===============================================================================

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