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Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 61 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 61 Phil went off for a shower, and most of the non-performers drifted away, leaving Tim and me with the four Americans. Interestingly there had been no sexual activity as far as I could see by any of the audience. “Well. Abe?” I said, “was that what you expected.” “Yeah. I’ve only ever had two guys one after another, so four was pretty exciting. It was nice being fucked in different ways too. Most of the men wanted to fuck me doggy-wise, so being on my back like Cy does it is different. I like it better.” Four of us needed to shower, but I wanted to give Phil time to finish before we all trooped in there. After five minutes I thought he’d be gone, so I suggested we go and clean up. “You two come too if you like,” I said, with a wink. The six of us walked across to the shower hut, sweaty and in many cases still cummy. Tim knew what I had in mind. “Let’s have a piss session,” he said, “that rubber sheet was wasted.” I hoped it would get put to better use in the evening, not least because I would ensure that beer (or Coke) was making its presence felt in those doing the fucking – and in Abe too, of course. I whispered to Tim to keep plenty of piss in him when the fun started. We had a nice time pissing over everybody else. A few days ago this would have been unthinkable for our Kingston friends, but now they seemed as happy as Tim and I were to indulge in this sort of disgraceful behaviour. Abe in particular was revelling in it all. “Wow! this is so hot and horny,” he said. Tim and I exchanged a look. “Will you show them or shall I?” he said. “Why not both of us – we’ve kept enough back to do two each, haven’t we?” Tim nodded. “OK,” I said, “here’s something that’ll blow your socks off. Problem is it needs a foreskin. That means you’ll have to find guys with uncut cocks to play with.” I beckoned to Jakey. “Stand here right close in front of me and hold your cock in your hand.” I then pulled my foreskin back and, our cockheads touching, I rolled my foreskin over both our cocks – luckily still pretty soft. “This is called docking,” I explained, “hold still, Jakey, while Tim and E get docked.” This took several seconds as Esau’s cock was slippery and kept wanting to wriggle away from contact with Tim’s (by now nothing like as soft as it had been shortly before). Once both twins were safely cocooned inside our foreskins I said, “the best part is now.” Tim and gripped our foreskins tight and began to piss. Jakey and Esau watched in amazement as the two foreskins – items, remember, of which they had no practical knowledge whatever, expanded like two pink balloons before the quantity of piss held within them proved too great. Our foreskins burst from our fingers and piss sprayed everywhere. Jakey and Esau were drenched, but they were also delighted at this wonderful new thinks goy guys could do. Cy said he wanted some of that, and we had carefully kept plenty back for him and Abe. I docked with Cy and Tim with Abe, and we went through the pinching, pissing, ballooning and bursting all over again. “Fuck!” breathed Abe, “that was truly awesome, “what a bugger we can’t do this when we get home.” “You will have to hunt around,” said Tim, “but horny buggers like you four shouldn’t have a problem. You’d be surprised how many of your friends are likely to be as interested in messing around as you are.” “Can we do that again?” asked Cy. I assured him that as long as any of the Queen Mary boys had piss in them then Cy, and anyone else, had only to ask. “Is that why there’s a rubber sheet under me?” said Abe. I told him that I fully expected there to be pissing during the evening session, and I would make damn sure that we had all had plenty to drink by 9 o’clock. “Alan and Charlie will be fucking you then, so will Jakey, so I expect at least one of them will manage to pissfuck you.” Abe hadn’t encountered this term before (nor had the other three but it fell to Abe to ask what it meant). “What do you think it means?” said Tim, “isn’t it obvious?” Abe said “it sounds like someone’ll stick his cock up my arse and piss in me, and then fuck me. How does that work?” Tim assured him that he was correct, and that all would become ataköy escort clear in good time. “The three men aren’t much into piss, although two of the men on Queen Mary are into it big time,” I said, “but they’re with the ship unfortunately. I didn’t want to go into more detail. I went on, ” but they won’t object to any of us pissing – they won’t join in, that’s all.” I was to discover how wrong I was. It was a bit warmer that afternoon, so those of usefully under the age of 20 decided that we ought to brave the crocodiles for the last time. There was much arse-grabbing but again no sexual activity. There seemed to be an unwritten agreement that we were all saving ourselves for Abe (although Tim and I, having done our bit, felt under no such restriction). By the time food appeared shortly after sunset excitement was beginning to mount although Abe’s evening performance was still three hours and more away. Jakey in particular was getting antsy, as Abe put it. “You can’t wait to get your wiener in, can you, Jakey,” he said, along with many other remarks in similar vein. Jakey said nothing, but I imagined that he was thinking that the wiener was going to make a whole lot more penetrations after tonight’s. The meal had been accompanied, as usual, by much beer. We Queen Mary boys were accustomed to downing a couple of pints a day now – occasionally a bit more, but we’d all noticed that performance dropped off quite quickly after a third pint. The Americans had all tried beer, but none of them enjoyed it as much as we did (apart from the enjoyment of doing something forbidden: fun at first, but when it didn’t taste nice, not worth doing again). They fell upon the Coke with great gusto – just as well, because without exception we all found it horrible. All it was good for was making for a competitive belching session, again fun at first, but not worth doing for more than 5 minutes. As 9 approached I tipped Charlie and Alan the wink that the rubber sheet was there for a purpose. Tim had no need of such a warning. At 9 Abe got up and said that his ass was lonely and needed company, and we all assembled again in our hut. Everybody stripped off apart from Phil and Ryan. Jakey said that he was first up, a remark greeted with ribaldry. “Yeah, but how long can you keep it there?” teased Esau. In the event the answer was quite a lot longer than Esau had. Jakey had been watching the afternoon’s goings-on with rapt attention and had clearly worked out how to prolong his being centre stage. He got Abe on his back. He was of course dry and unprepared (part of the fun being got ready by whoever was first), so Jakey spent several minutes happily lapping away at Abe’s arse. Although Esau had fingered a couple of us he had neglected to employ fingers on Abe: Jakey made no such mistake, and two greased fingers disappeared. Jakey scrabbled around in what was still unfamiliar territory and Abe wriggled happily. “It’s in there somewhere, Jakey,” he said, “all you gotta do is find it.” “I know,” growled Jakey, “I done this before,” and them he hit home. “That’s it!” cried Abe, “now rub it.” It is another truth universally acknowledged that at times of heightened sexual excitement one loses any trace of subtlety in one’s utterances. Jakey rubbed as bidden, but Abe had further instructions to give. “Aw, fuck it, Jakey, just get it in me.” So Jakey entered Abe for the first time, moved vigorously back and forth for a few minutes, announced to those present that his orgasm was fast approaching, pushed in as far as he could one last time, and pumped his seed inside his brother’s boyfriend, exclaiming while he did so that the experience was wholly to his satisfaction. As the years passed Jakey would do this to Abe many more times, but never again before 11 pairs of eyes. Abe sighed happily, knowing that more (and probably better) was to come. Jakey’s cock slipped out. Tim waited politely for all of three seconds to make sure that Jakey wasn’t intending to piss. There being no piss, and no-one else having sprung forward, Tim took Jakey’s cock in his mouth and made it all nice again. Cy reminded Abe that this was behaviour which was now to be expected as part of their lovemaking (although he didn’t use that word). Charlie was next. “Stay on your back, Abe.” Abe said he liked it on his back, but he needed a piss. “Sorry, Abe, you’ll have to keep it in,” said Charlie cheerfully, knowing perfectly well that, try as he might, Abe wouldn’t stand a chance. Charlie rubbed his cock in the warm cum oozing from Abe’s arse, using it to stimulate Abe’s ring. This was evidently new to Abe, given his reaction to it. It was obvious that the happy conjunction of his desire to be fucked by a string of men, and their merter escort desire to get their cocks deep into a boy his age, meant that foreplay hadn’t played a big part in the proceedings. Abe was enjoying having bits of him played with which were new. Abe was enjoying it immensely. Charlie was enjoying it too, as fresh cum kept appearing, thus keeping his cock freshly lubricated. Round and round Abe’s ring went the wet tip of Charlie’s cock, itself producing a fair amount of precum. This could go on a fair while, I thought, and I wondered who would take the next step. “Aw hell, I need a piss too,” muttered Cy, “it’s all that fuckin’ Coke,” and he made to leave. “Oh no,” said Tim, “you do it here, Cy, that’s what the sheet’s for.” Cy grinned, “you mean on the bed?” Several Queen Mary boys nodded, Alan adding that it would be nice if he pissed on Abe again. “He loved it yesterday,” I reminded him. Yesterday, however, the pissing had been in the shower – an area where there was little social resistance to emptying one’s bladder once the big hurdle of pissing on somebody else had been overcome. Here the pissing was going to be on a bed, and Cy was initially reluctant. Tim teased him. “I’ll show you how if you like, it’s not difficult,” and knelt at Abe’s head aiming his cock at Abe’s belly. Tim hadn’t actually intended to piss then as he wasn’t all that full, but Abe raised his head and hands and unbidden separated Tim’s arse cheeks and rimmed him. Tim lost control at this unexpected delight and his bladder began to empty itself. “Oh fuck,” he muttered, but he didn’t stop. He aimed carefully, soaking Abe’s belly and his cock. Charlie didn’t escape either, but Charlie likes being pissed on, and happily rubbed what landed on him into his cock and balls. “That’s how it’s done, Cy,” said Tim, dismounting and inviting Cy to take his place. Before abandoning Abe entirely my thoughtful brother gave Abe a quick kiss. “Thanks, Abe, loved the rimming.” Cy had no option now, and he knelt where Tim had been. Although his bladder badly needed to piss his brain still wouldn’t let him. “No hurry,” said Charlie, “stay there and do it when you feel like it.” Abe reminded Charlie that he was there to fuck him, and he felt that Charlie had rather forgotten in the excitement of being pissed on “by your brother-in-law”. I took my hat off to Abe with that one: it hadn’t occurred to me before. Abe had understood the dynamic very quickly, but then Abe was now inside that particular tent. “OK,” said Charlie, “you want it, you can have it,” and, his cock being still liberally coated with piss as well as Jakey’s cum and his own precum, Charlie fed it slowly inch by inch where it was wanted. “Mmm!! murmured Abe, “nice.” “Do you want it fast or slow?” “Fast. Fast and hard, Charlie.” Charlie obliged noisily, coming after a minute or so. He can last a lot longer than that, but he can really whip it out when he goes full tilt. “Say in me,” said Abe when Charlie had finished squirting. As Charlie had every intention not only of staying in, but also of adding a little something Abe’s wish was granted. Abe squeezed his arse muscles – did he know what was coming, I wondered, because if he didn’t he was in for a big surprise – and Charlie started to release a fair amount of second-hand beer. “Oh Christ!” yelped Abe, “I can feel you pissing in me.” Two remarks were made at the same instant. Esau said that was gross and Jakey said it must be great. Neither of them, as far as I knew, had had any pissing experience – certainly not with any of us – and I was amused that twins could take such diametrically opposed views. Abe’s view was that being pissed in was both new and deeply erotic. So much so that he started to piss himself. As Charlie was still well up inside Abe’s bladder couldn’t produce a strong stream, and merely dribbled slowly. “See how long you can piss for,” called Andrew, “I’ll count the time.” To everyone’s astonishment, not least Abe’s himself, his cock gently poured out a small trickle of piss for over two minutes. It seemed never-ending. Charlie, in pole position to see all this, started to laugh while still inside Abe. This had disastrous consequences as his cock flopped out as he heaved with laughter, followed by what seemed like several gallons of piss. I heard a muted tutting from Phil. He really would have to get used to our weird predilections. At last Abe was finished. He too was chuckling. “You ready yet, Cy?” Cy nodded. “Turn round then, and squat over my cock. I want to see it squirt on me,” instructed Abe. Cy turned round and anointed Abe with Coke: his belly, his chest, then (bidden to do so by Abe, who merely opened his mouth) on his face and in his mouth. Esau expressed bahçeşehir escort the view that pissing up someone’s ass was a fucking sight less gross that having your mouth pissed in. Jakey, from the wide smile on his face, continued to take a different view. I could see Jakey having his work cut out to get Esau willing to piss on, and in, him. Not my problem though. When Cy’s cock stopped pissing Abe’s reached out to him, and Cy fell forward into a prolonged wet kissing session. Murmurs of ‘aaah!’ were heard from hard-bitten cynical bell boys, all of whom did this kind of thing all the time. “Come on you two,” said Alan, “I need to get at your arse, Abe, and there’s someone in the way.” Cy chuckled; “be my guest,” he said, and rose happy and dripping from Abe’s supine body. Abe’s hungry smile greeted Alan. “What are you bringing to the party, big boy?” said Abe, “something different, I hope.” “What would you like, Abe? I’m pretty versatile, you know.” Abe paused long enough to persuade Alan that he was weighing the various options. “The last one was fast and hard, and it was good – not good enough to make me jizz, but still pretty good. How about you do it different – you choose if you’re that clever.” It was Alan’s turn to think. “OK,” he said, “doggy style. That way I can get at your cock if I think it needs attention. There’s so much jizz up you already that I may not feel much.” This was fighting talk, as he intended it to be, and Abe was ready for it. “Well,” he said, “you aint got the inches I’m expecting tomorrow, but you sure have balls. Use ’em to fill me even further.” I think you already know that Alan’s balls are worthy of mention: large, very low-hanging and, now that they were shaved, smooth and eye-catching. Before he turned over Abe reached forward and cupped them in his hands. He gently tugged Alan towards him, and kissed the objects of his attention, whispering to the jizz inside “see you soon, guys”. “Everything I’ve seen and heard since I got here yesterday has taught me more about Abe that I ever knew,” he said. “That’s a good thing?” said Larry. “Oh fuck, yes,” Cy said, “I love him more than ever the more I know about him.” The L-word had been said, and said in general conversation (where it probably meant more as a natural expression of what Cy felt) rather than in an I-love-you context (where truth is perhaps not always present). Abe’s reaction to hearing that was just a big wide silly grin: he obviously felt the same way. Alan reminded Abe that he was to turn over and “present your cute little arse for my attention”. When he did so we could all see that the cute little arse was showing signs of wear. His crack was filled with the trickle of Charlie’s cum, much diluted with piss; the area immediately surrounding his arse crack was red and puffy; his cheeks and upper things were soaking – none of this detracted from the attraction of an arse which, all things considered, was still hugely enticing. Alan decided to use his fingers, there being no need at all for more lubrication. “Ready for it, Abe?” “Yes, yes, stick it in whatever it is.” Three fingers went in together. Abe groaned. Three fingers, once in, opened out. Abe groaned some more. One finger found its target. Abe squealed. That finger moved quickly back and forward over its target – quite unlike the fierce rubbing to which Jakey had treated it – “Christ, Alan you’re good at this” – the five fingers of the other hand grasped Abe’s cock, squeezing gently – “oooh! yeah” – those fingers very slowly started to wank the steel rod they were holding – “aah! aah” aah”! – the first three fingers were slowly removed to be replaced very very slowly with Alan’s very hard, very hot cock – “mmm, nice!” – Alan started fucking slowly and rhythmically, wanking Abe at the same rate – the audience joined in with encouraging cries – Alan kept up his rhythm – Abe started crying “aah!” each time Alan’s cock was at its deepest, this being when Alan’s hand was at the root of his cock (“I wish we had foreskins,” said Cy). Alan accelerated – Abe’s aah’s became closer together and louder and then suddenly everything happened at once. Alan yelled, pushed his cock about a foot and a half in (or, that’s what he said it felt like afterwards), started to come buckets, whipped his cock out after the first gush and sprayed the rest of what his balls had come up with over Abe’s back. The feeling of hot spunk on his back, coupled with a rapid final few wanks, got Abe to the tape, and he came gloriously onto the sheet in front of him. Only Larry was still to come. =============================================================================== The fun will continue in Chapter 62 as the evening unfolds and Sunday follows. 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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