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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 53 After we finished our talk with Esau he and I went into the hut Charlie and I shared, leaving Ryan and Charlie to it. It had been completely changed, and the three beds were separated. It was clear what was happening. We quickly went to find the others and Phil got us all together. “We have to talk while Sam and Cy are out of the way,” he said. “Before you do,” interrupted Ryan, “Patrick had talked to Esau and it’s all OK. This kid Abe only knows the boys have been skinny-dipping. Nothing else.” “Is this true, Esau?” said Phil. Esau nodded. “No, I need you to say it.” “Yes, Phil, guys, all of you, I’m really sorry,” said Esau quietly, again near to tears. I turned to Jakey. “Tell him it’s all right, Jakey,” I said. Jakey looked stubborn. “Do it,” I said, “because I promised E you would. Think of all the fun we can still have. Don’t fuck things up. We’ve had a narrow escape, so let’s forget about it.” Jakey sighed. “OK, schmuck, I forgive you,” but he couldn’t conceal the grin. “What’s a schmuck?” asked Alan. Esau’s eyes rolled. “It’s the same as ‘prick’,” he said, “both the thing you piss with and an insult.” We were learning so much. Chop chop, klutz, schmuck, all in the same day. “Let’s not waste time,” said Phil, “if Cy’s going to be involved he needs careful handling. I want Patrick to do what’s needed, and the rest of our lot can help if he wants them to. Jakey and Esau, stay out of it. OK?” Eight teenagers nodded solemnly. I, the Great Seducer, was about to be put in to bat. “Ryan, can I whistle the other two in for food?” asked Phil. “Whistle away, the food won’t be ready for ten minutes but there’s plenty of beer. I’m sure Patrick will put it to good use,” and he winked. When Sam and Cy came into the food hut they found the rest of us sitting round two tables pushed together. There were two seats together next to the cooker for Ryan and Charlie, so the other two had no choice about where to sit. Sam plonked himself between Andrew and Jakey, leaving Cy the only space – between me and Phil. “Right,” said Phil, “everybody say who they are and where they’re from. That way Cy can at least know your names. I’m Phil and I’m a steward on the liner Queen Mary. She’s out of service for two more weeks, and while all these kids are here, I’m in charge. Tim, you’re next, them go round in turn.” This gave me time to think, since I’d be last – well, last apart from Cy. If our plan was going to work I needed Cy to see me as being somehow different from the rest of the bell boys. Immediately before me was Esau. “You know who I am,” he said with a grin, “but what you don’t know is how much I’ve grown up – and Jakey – since we first came here.” This had not been rehearsed, but it was the perfect preamble to my little spiel. “I’m Patrick, Cy, and I’m in charge of making your stay here at Ashokan special. That’s the sort of crap we have to say on Queen Mary, but even if it’s crap it’s still true. All the others round the table, even my twin brother Tim, are a bit wicked in various ways, but if they’re wicked then I’m the Devil himself. If you want wickedness, I’m your guy.” The dramatic effect of what I had hoped to be a suitably Mephistophelean utterance was somewhat marred by explosions of mirth from a member of my family, explosions only marginally greater, it has to be admitted, that those from my Queen Mary colleagues. “Well, fuck you lot,” I said, “you know it’s true.” That ought to do the trick with Cy, I thought. I didn’t suppose what nowadays it’s fashionable to call the F-word was uttered so freely in front of the grown-ups at home. “And just to demonstrate my capacity for sin, I need beer! Charlie, can we have something from your cellar please!” The more perplexed poor Cy was with all this banter (and all the beer which was now appearing – a dozen bottles already) the more malleable he was likely to be later. I was amused to see Larry’s smile at all this, accompanied by the tiniest nod. Charlie asked me to help bring food to the table. I knew that he had no need of help, but a message was clearly about to be passed. Ryan gave me a huge pot of stew and “well ataköy escort done!” he said, “Charlie says you’ve baited his hook nicely.” The beef stew and dumplings were delicious – we’d not had a stew before – as were the apple tarts. “You didn’t bake these?” asked Alan. Jakey laughed. “Of course not. Ma Perkins at the store makes ’em – we have ’em at home. I recognize the pattern on the pastry.” A second dozen beer bottles appeared. Neither Jakey nor Esau had drunk more than half their first bottles, so the remains of those and their second bottles were shared among the rest of us. I made sure Cy had plenty. What he didn’t know (nor, I confess, did I) was that the stew was well-laced with red wine – maybe that’s why it was so tasty. By the time we’d cleaned every scrap off every plate it was almost 6, well after dark. Cy was in roughly the state I wanted him – happy and tiddly, but not so tiddly that he wouldn’t be able to perform. Like the rest of us he had a bladderful of beer, and no-one had shown him where the bogs were. He stood up, a little unsteady. “I need to piss,” he said. “Me too,” I said, levering myself up to give the impression that I too was tiddly. “Come on, Cy, I’ll show you where. Alan and Andrew, you two come as well, you know the crocodiles can be fierce.” “I know all about these goddam crocodiles,” said Cy, “they’re hooey.” I put my arm round Cy’s shoulders, pretending I was more unsteady than I really was. “How come you know about our pet crocodiles, Cy, they’re a big secret.” Cy said nothing. Either one of the twins had chattered about them, as seemed quite likely, or … I would wait until a more appropriate moment. When we got to the water’s edge the As and I whipped our cocks out and started to piss into the still water. After a moment Cy shrugged and fished his out too. As we were aiming all over the place Cy did the same. I noticed (and I’m sure the As did as well) that Cy was glancing covertly at these frilly cocks happily pissing before his eyes. Time for the first sally. “Like what you see, Cy? You should see Sam’s, it’s far bigger than any of ours.” Cy said nothing, but he was still sneaking a look. Our urine flows being finished those of us possessed of foreskins made a show of pulling them back and forth, shaking off the last lingering drops. Cy’s looks were less well concealed. The second sally followed. “Your brothers were fascinated by foreskins. Esau said we were like Philistines,” I said. This brought a smile to Cy’s lips. “Yeah, he would. He used to be very holy. Can I …” “You want a look? Here,” I said, and turned to face him; I was acting quite drunk now. Either he would turn away in disgust (real or feigned) or he would take a good look. He looked. Andrew volunteered the information that wanking must be a lot less fun without a foreskin. “I wouldn’t know,” said Cy, “since I didn’t know how to do it when I was only a few days old.” “But you do now, I bet,” said Andrew. “Of course.” So far, so good. We tucked our cocks away and turned back to the camp. The third sally followed, and it did the trick. “Was it Abe who told you about the crocodiles?” I asked, all innocent. Cy spun round. “What the fuck do you know about Abe?” he demanded. “Only that Esau told Abe and the only way you would know about them is if the twins told you – and they say they didn’t – or Abe did. Cy, before you get cross there’s something you should know.” This was it: he’d go happily into a couple of weeks of sin with us, or he’d punch my lights out. “When Jakey and Esau saw you fucking your girl friend and you promised them a blow job to stop them telling your parents it wasn’t your girl friend, was it? It was Abe.” Cy stopped in his tracks. He did not hit me. In the two seconds during which nothing happened Alan put his arms round the ashen Cy and said quietly, “we’re all queer here, Cy, it’s OK. Nobody hates you and nobody cares. Now come on back to the hut.” “I can’t,” whispered Cy, “how did you know? Did Jakey tell you?” I motioned for Alan to let go. I stood in front of Cy and put my arms round his neck: my face was only a few inches from his, about three inches lower. I looked up into his eyes. “No-one told me, Cy, they didn’t need to. What Alan said is true. The three men here, we six boys from Queen Mary, we’re all queer: we’re all into boys and men. So are Jakey and Esau – didn’t you know?” Cy shook his head. “And they didn’t know about you. They really thought Abe was a girl. All they saw was you fucking someone on their back: your arse, their legs. I worked out what must have happened from little bits of what Jakey and Esau told us. You bribed them with a blow job merter escort to keep their mouths shut. Would a big brother really do that if he wasn’t happy to give the blow job? You asked them to wank you off when you were drunk on your birthday. Would a big brother have done that unless the feel of a 12-year-old’s hand round his cock was a big turn-on? Come on, Cy, we queers can read you like a book.” Cy looked horrified, so I went on. “But guys who aren’t queer would have the faintest idea. Trust me, Cy, you’re safe with us,” and I hugged him. He remained stiff and unyielding, then … his arms slowly hugged me and I could feel him shaking. I looked at Andrew and motioned that he and Alan should go back to the hut. They went away, leaving Cy to sob in the forgiving dark. I held him tight, saying nothing. It took him several minutes to calm down. He let go. “What just happened stays in the dark, OK?” he said. I nodded. “Just the two of us, Cy, I promise. Now come on. All the guys in the hut will welcome you, even your snotty little brothers. The bad news is that Abe isn’t here; the good news is that there are 11 other guys for you to get frisky with.” Cy smiled, all signs of the secret in the dark now invisible. The As had briefed the others, so that when Cy and I came into the hut they all stood up and clapped. Jakey and Esau took their brother by the hand and hugged him. Cy almost lost it again, but caught himself just in time. Phil shook Cy’s hand. “Welcome to Ashokan,” he said, “I guess you know you have Patrick to thank for the warmth of the welcome.” It was my turn to come close to losing it. Phil went on to say that the sleeping arrangements weren’t always as they would be tonight, but that it was too late now to do anything about it. “Tomorrow we can change things,” he said. Cy stood up. “I just want to say something,” he said. “The last 30 minutes have been awful strange, but I’m sure as hell glad they happened. In a small town like Kingston they’d lynch us if they knew, so Jakey and Esau, this has to be a big secret.” The twins nodded. He turned to me. “Thank you, Patrick. I will always remember tonight.” Simply done, and I’ve always remembered it too, even now over 80 years later. I remember the glow in his eyes. “I made a promise to you, Jakey and Esau, and tonight I’m going to keep it, if you’ll let me.” The eyes of all our American guests sparkled. The sleeping arrangements so carefully contrived might just be appropriate for tonight. Sam said he thought Cy ought to be aware of how things were at Ashokan. “Tim and I are boyfriends, so are Patrick and Charlie, and so are Alan and Andrew. We all fuck each other, and the men fuck all of us and suck and – oh, hell, we just about do everything,” he ended lamely. “Sounds good to me,” said Cy. “It is, bro, believe me,” said Jakey. A sense of relief seemed to settle over the room. we all sat down again round the big table. Ryan produced a big tub of ice cream. “I think we all need something to calm us down,” he said. Over the ice cream, and the biscuits which followed (‘cookies’, as we learned to call them) Cy told his story. It was as much news to Jakey and Esau as it was to the rest of us. Cy said that he’d liked looking at boys’ bodies as long as he could remember. “Most boys do, I guess, ‘cos boys hang out with boys and girls hang out with girls. None of the boys I played with as a little kid had sisters, so the only girls I met were in school, and they kept pretty much to each other. When I was about 12 or 13 and started sprouting hair all of us compared to see who was the hairiest and whose dick was biggest. Most of the boys just laughed and made fun of the littlest guy, but I just wanted to see more of their dicks and get down and dirty with them. I’d been jacking off with a kid a bit older than me – Solly – since we were 10, but that’s all we ever did. One day I tried to jack him off, but he pulled away and said I was a faggot. As I was bigger than him I threatened to beat him up if he breathed a word and he promised not to. I was 13 and had no-one to jack off with, and I knew I was a faggot. In a small town like this that aint easy, believe me.” Charlie, who was sitting next to Cy, put his arm round his shoulder. Cy went on. “I wasn’t interested in girls at all, and I took to hanging around the school sports places, trying to look useful but really just gazing at the other boys in their sports kit. One day this kid a couple of years younger than me came and sat next to me in the bleachers, real close. ‘I’ve been watching you’, he said, ‘and I think you’re interested in the same things I am.’ ‘What d’you mean?’ I said, all defensive. ‘You bahçeşehir escort like watching the jocks,’ he said, ‘and it makes you hard,’ and he pointed to my dick, which was as hard as hell. Then he pointed to his dick. ‘Me too,’ he whispered. I didn’t know what to do. Luckily he was smarter than me. ‘Come on,’ he said, ‘there’s nicer things to do than watch these idiots,’ and he went off to the school changing rooms. Well, there’s loads of toilets there and we both went to the pissing bit. That gave us a chance to look at each other’s dicks while we pissed. ‘Like it?’ he said. ‘You bet,’ said I, ‘come to my place and we can fool about in our barn.’ I could sense that Jakey and Esau were all agog. Their big brother, a faggot! Who would have thought? “Go on,” I said, “you and this boy got it off.” “Oh brother, did we get it off! It was like a cork coming out of a bottle of soda. We jerked each other off, we sucked each other off, there was nothing we didn’t do in the next couple of days. We had no idea we could fuck each other – as far as we knew guys could only fuck girls. It took almost two years before we got round to fucking, but in those two years we saw each other every few days and I reckon we must’ve sucked each other off hundreds of times. A few days before my 15th birthday he said he had a special present for me. He was going to let me fuck him. Well, you can understand this made me pretty excited, and I could hardly wait. Then on my birthday he broke his arm doing something silly, so the fuck didn’t happen and I was so pissed off I got drunk.” “And we had to jerk you off,” said Jakey. “And I know who he was,” said Esau, “cause he’s in my class, isn’t he? He’s a year older than us, but he’s not all that bright and he had to stay down a year. I remember him breaking his arm. Good old Abe! You lucky lucky fucker!” Cy smiled, somewhat abashed. “The time you saw us was the first time we did it in the house. We’d always done it in the barn before then.” Phil had listened to all this, an amused smile on his lips. “And this Abe is the Abe who knows about the crocodiles and the skinny-dipping?” Esau and Cy both nodded. “And nobody else knows?” “God no,” said Cy, “Abe and I would be skinned alive if Kingston knew we were faggots.” “I think we should make a change to our plans for the weekend, don’t you, gentlemen?” Since ‘gentlemen’ was clearly aimed at Sir’s little gang of miscreants there were six very willing heads nodding in acquiescence. Phil turned to Cy, “how would you like to invite Abe here for the weekend, to see the crocodiles for himself, and to meet a dozen guys who are like you and him?” Cy indicated that few things imaginable could bring greater pleasure. “That’s settled, then. Now, we weren’t very sure about you when you got here, but now we know more about you, and about what you like doing, we ought to think about whether the bedding plans might be changed. There’s four huts, and we three men will stick with where we are. We can fuck our lot any time, and it’s better to give our guests the chance to sleep where they want. There’s six Queen Mary boys and you three and Abe on Saturday. Sort it out among yourselves.” Phil got up, and he and Ryan and Larry left the hut. Immediately Jakey and Esau went to hug Cy. “I wish we’d known earlier,” said Esau. “Yeah,” agreed Jakey, “still, we’ve not wasted too long. We’ve learnt so much from these guys in the last month, and … ” but he couldn’t speak any more as Cy was squeezing both of them. “Is Abe the only boy you’ve fooled around with?” asked Andrew. Cy nodded. “Oh my!” said Esau, “you’ve got a fantastic few days ahead of you, Cy.” The sleeping arrangements were really quite simple. We told them that one hut would have Charlie and me, another Sam and Tim, and the third the As. Cy, Jakey and Esau could choose which hut. “One each,” warned Tim, “and you can change tomorrow night.” “No,” said Alan, “you must change tomorrow night.” Thus it was agreed. Esau would go with the As (as he pointed out, he still needed to be fucked by Andrew), and Jakey chose us, echoing Esau’s need, but in this case for Charlie to do the honours. I caught Charlie’s eye – at Ashokan he had only fucked me. “Is that OK?” I mouthed. “Of course, idiot,” he mouthed back happily. Cy would spend the night with Sam and Tim. It would be an interesting introduction to a wider range of friends. =============================================================================== There hasn’t been much action in the last couple of chapters, but there will be – oh, brother, there will be – next time. The fun continues in Chapter 54 as Cy enjoys his first night with Tim and Sam 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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