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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 112 What Aaron saw came as a surprise. None of the boys who had, moments before, expressed urgent desire for a piss, was standing at the urinal. Instead all eight were gathered around the two showers. "What are you up to?" he said. Prince said that we were here to piss, and Aaron was welcome to join us or, if he preferred (the actual words used were "if you're a pussy") he could just piss in the usual place. This usage was new to me, and to the rest of us, and I imagined it must have been picked up during Prince's incarceration two years earlier. Aaron, like any red-blooded male, naked and needing a piss or otherwise, said that a pussy he was not. "But why piss in the shower drain instead of in the thing?" No-one said anything. The answer was given a few seconds later when Tim started to piss on Graham's leg and Graham took hold of Tim's cock and aimed it where he wanted it - on his belly. "Oh fuck!" breathed Aaron, "you are the kinkiest bunch of kids I've ever come across." Tim, the next recipient, had to add, "or in," but that's Tim all over. Sam apologized for Tim's rudeness in pushing to the front of the pissing queue. "He's normally more considerate of our guests," he explained, "but I can only think that his expectation of a first-class fuck drove good manners from his mind." By this time Sam and I were the only members of the home team not happily pissing on his colleagues - but none on Aaron. "Are you joining in or not?" asked Nigel, happily hosing Charlie and me. Aaron shook his head. "Not me, guys, sorry." "OK," said Sam, "no-one's going to force you," and he turned to Javid and Tim, both of whom knelt in anticipation of a treat. "They're not -" said an astonished Aaron. They were, of course. When Sam had finished, his cock not stopping in its flow while it was directed from one mouth to the other, back and forth several times, Tim and Javid stood up. "You're missing something special, you know, Aaron," said Javid. Aaron didn't seem convinced. "Do you still need to piss?" I asked. Aaron nodded. "Well, since your cock can't see what it's doing, why don't you piss here on us? We like it - no, we love it - and it's a treat for those of us not on your fuck list tonight." Pussiness, or its absence, was now put to the test. Aaron thought quickly. If he bottled it he might not be invited back ... and he was only going to get to fuck three of us that night ... and the other five looked as sexy as the lucky three ... oh hell, "OK," he said, "but nobody gets to piss on me." Tim said that he spoke on behalf of all eight of us. "I promise we won't piss on you, Aaron - until you beg us to, that it. I promise you'll do that before you finally leave Queen Mary." We stood in a ring with Aaron in the middle. Most, if not all, of us knew full well that as he pissed on us - and he needed to piss badly by this time - a lot of it would inevitably splash back. But as Tim had promised, none of us would be pissing on him: it would be his own that ran down his legs. Wide grins attached themselves to eight faces. "OK, go for it," said Prince, "I've had that thing up me, so let's see what else it can do." Aaron faced Prince, picked up his flaccid cock and aimed at Prince's cock. A stream of piss hit Prince, who used both hands to rub his balls. Naturally his hands flailed and naturally a little of Aaron's piss came back. Aaron immediately moved out of the way, turning through 45 degrees to his next target - Charlie - who was similarly blessed, and whose hands had the same effect ... then me ... then Tim, Sam, Nigel, Javid, Graham. By then Aaron had little left in his bladder but a great deal down his legs, and (as Graham and Prince could see) a good coating on his own belly. "Well?" said Prince. Aaron turned to Tim. "Two minutes ago I thought you were crazy, Tim. Can I just say something to you?" "Go ahead, " said my kid brother. "Please." Tim turned to me. "Your treat, I think, Senior Former Bell Captain." ***** Half an hour later we were all back in Cabin 1. We'd all showered - chastely - and grabbed more food and beer. We were disposed on the three beds just talking about things. Aaron had told us more about Josh and in particular about the treat Josh had in store for him on the next occasion they met. "I'll tell him you Limeys have led me into the ways of wickedness." We talked about the War, a subject about which we knew precisely nothing, but that didn't stop us imagining being on the high seas carrying out naval feats ataköy escort of derring-do. Aaron explained that what he and thousands of other chippies were doing was building bunks for thousands of soldiers, "so I guess you'll be taking them to where the fighting is." In those early days, of course, Uncle Sam wasn't doing any fighting, so it was likely that we'd be going to parts of the Empire to collect the soldiers. There was some debate about Australia or Canada, but it petered out as we didn't really have much understanding about other parts of King George's realms. Tim brought us back to reality. "How're the balls doing, Aaron?" Just fine, he was told. "But before I get you climbing the walls with my superb fucking technique I just want to say something. I don't know anything about you guys - all I know is that you throw a helluva party. But all eight of you have opened my eyes tonight, and that's something I won't forget. If you're all paired off then you must be the happiest eight guys on the ship." The happy smiles, and looks exchanged between lovers, told him he was on the button. "Right, Tim, let's get down to it." Tim smiled happily. This was more like it. "On your knees. I'm coming in from behind," said Aaron. "I get three fucks and I want three different ways. This is gonna be fierce - I hope you can stand it." Although we had had no clients for over a year Tim had not forgotten how a whore behaves. "Oh, I hope so," he simpered, "it's so big and ... I've never had -" Alas, Tim's fine acting evinced only guffaws from the rest of the cast. It was Sam who pointed out that he had a good inch and more up Tim on a regular basis. "Never mind, Aaron," said Prince, "you're hairier than the rest of us, so Tim's arse will feel something it hasn't felt for ages." Tim knelt, his head on his arms, his arse inviting. Aaron rubbed his thumb along Tim's crack, into Tim's arse and, discovering it to be as well lubricated as Prince's had been, touched the head of his hard cock to the entrance and ... thrust all the way at once. It was lucky that Aaron had his arms round Tim's waist otherwise he would be been propelled a couple of feet forward. As it was the two of them were locked tightly together. "That is one good thrust," murmured Tim, "you're good, Aaron. Now show me what it can do." Aaron did precisely that, the demonstration lasting fully 15 minutes. Even Tim's orgasm after 10 minutes or so, and the consequent spasmodic tightening of his arse muscles, didn't seem to affect Aaron's rhythm. All he did as he felt Tim coming was to squeeze him more tightly and say "mmm, I can feel that, Tim." At last he accelerated and the final few plunges were accompanied by loud grunts from both of them. "Aaaah!" from Aaron. "Wow!" from Tim, "that's a lot more jizz than I was expecting - anyone would think you hadn't cum for days." Aaron stayed inside as long as he could, but even with Tim's arse muscles doing their best to it in his cock eventually subsided and slipped out, allowing us to see that what Tim had said about quantity was indeed true. In such circumstances Tim would usually be the first to enjoy bounty on that scale, but even after years of back exercises Tim still can't lick his own arsehole. Thus the way was clear for another pair of twins - Nigel and Graham taking alternate licks. "Not pomegranate," said Nigel. "Not honey either." "What the hell are you guys on about?" demanded Aaron. They both looked at me. "It's your story, Patrick, he's your friend." Arthur's take was told. "Can he really tell?" said Aaron. "No idea," I said, "but he was happy enough with the wide range of flavours available." And that, of course, led to a much wider explanation of who we all really were. "Fuck me," said Aaron, "no wonder you're all so hot and horny." "Not a word," I said sternly. I could have kissed him when he stood up - stark naked, sweaty, his cock still wet with cum and Tim's arse juices - and did a pinky swear. As only the oldies had seen this done in Ashokan Tim had to explain its significance, and its utter solemnity, to the younger ones. "That'll satisfy me," I said, and then I did kiss him. Gratifyingly he responded. With delightful thoroughness. The interval entertainment between Acts 1 and 2 had involved a pair of twins deeply into things. Aaron would need a couple of hours before Act 3 could begin. Much of that time was taken up by more eating and drinking, as well as a detailed telling of the tale of Ashokan. Inevitably Nigel and Javid, Graham and Prince had heard a lot of what went on, but it was fun filling in the gaps in their knowledge and telling Aaron about our first major exposure to New York Jewry and its endless fascination with our frills. Aaron was, as we expected, tickled by this. "The first time I saw an uncut cock I must have been about 8," he said. It had been in the changing room of a public swimming pool. The possessor of the cock had been another boy - a stranger - of about the same age. Aaron had a nightmare a few nights later in which "a merter escort horrible pink thing was growing out of my cock." Naturally he had no idea that he had once owned, albeit only briefly, a pink thing like that himself. It wasn't until he was 10 or 11 that understanding came to him - an understanding delivered with full life-size illustration by a different boy - another stranger of 10 or so - whom Aaron had met in similar circumstances. This time it had been the other boy who, observing Aaron's cheerfully erect cock while it was being dried, looked askance and asked whether it had hurt. Aaron had no idea what the other boy (Deke) was taking about. "Your dick, man, the end's gone. Did you catch it in your zip or something?" Five minutes later (five glorious minutes during which they had remained undisturbed) each of them had learnt a great deal about the consequences of certain religious observations. Five days later, when Aaron visited Deke's house, a more leisurely, and ultimately very satisfying, examination of each other's penises had taken place. Each boy had been gratified to discover that, frill or no frill, dicks made you feel good when you rubbed them. The next time Aaron visited the two made the significantly better discovery that if your dick felt good when you rubbed it, it felt "truly fucking awesome" when the other guy did. Despite their religious differences (which mattered not a whit to them) Deke and Aaron remained friends - intimate friends - until Deke started being more interested in girls when he was 14. Aaron's path did not lead that way, as we knew, but he told us that "at least we were still jerk-off buddies when we both jizzed for the first time - and for a year later. I never got to fuck him though," he added sadly. "If what happened in the shower an hour ago is the first time you've had any pissing fun," said Tim, "then I don't suppose you pissed around with Deke." "God, no." "Come on then," said Tim, and he led all nine of us back to the shower. "You only get to watch this time, Aaron. But you might want to try this if you find some lucky uncut guy in your travels." By now all of us were feeling that it was time the beer saw the light of day again, and each one of us knew perfectly well what was in Tim's mind. Tim pointed to where Aaron should stand to observe. "Watch and learn. The colonial power will demonstrate new ideas for the natives," he said. I hadn't known that Tim was so well-informed about the history of the American colonies. I stood next to Tim, then Graham, then Nigel. Opposite us, facing, stood Sam, Charlie, Prince and Javid. It always looked better if the larger cock were encased within the foreskin of the smaller, so we eight whipped ours back, touched cock ends, and the four on our side eased everything forward, making it all nice and snug. "It's called docking," said Sam, nearest to Aaron, "now watch." Slowly, before his very eyes, four of these unfamiliar appendages gradually began to swell. Tim and I were by far the best at this, having had more years of practice, and our foreskins were the size of a small orange before the dams burst. Naturally when the dam bursts the water just goes on being poured - why would you stop? Sensibly the other two pairs hadn't started to piss until the show was over at our end, so Tim and I stepped back so that Aaron had a better view of the rest of them. "Whoa! hold on," he said, "I need to see this up close. Javid and Nigel, can you hold on while I take a good look at what's going on with Graham and Prince." Tim and I shared a conspiratorial smirk. As so often before, a bet would have been pointless as we would both have made the same choice. Aaron knelt down - itself a highly risky thing to do - and eyed the docked cocks. "Prince's cock's in there and so's Graham's. Who pisses?" "Both of us." "Go on then." Graham pinched the far end of his foreskin and magically it began to swell. Knowing that they were giving instruction Prince and Graham only pissed a little. The magic foreskin stopped swelling. "Feel it," said Graham, "feel the piss inside." Aaron put his fingers round the swollen pink balloon and felt liquid squishing inside. While it was still in his fingers one of them started pissing and two seconds later the balloon slipped from Graham's fingers. The contents went everywhere - Prince's belly, Graham's belly, down their legs and, to the delight of all - yes, all - Aaron's chest caught the full force. Anglo-Indian and American relations were greatly advanced when Javid generously agreed to let Aaron try. "It works with only one foreskin, Aaron, and mine's nice and loose." Back went Javid's frill ... their cock heads touched ... forward again ... pinch ... "OK, Aaron, you start" ... pause ... "here it comes" ... Javid's foreskin takes up the strain ... and suddenly "oh fuck, it's everywhere" ... "keep on pissing, Aaron" ... Nigel, standing behind Aaron, joins in the party ... "fuck! that's so hot down my back." After another shower Aaron fucked Javid. Javid, ever the good professional, bahçeşehir escort made all the right noises but Aaron, try as he might, couldn't come. After 15 minutes he pulled out and sadly admitted that despite his feeling as horny as he'd felt in a long time, three fucks was one more than he could come up with. "Never mind," said Javid, "it happens to all of us. But I guarantee your balls will be full by tomorrow morning, and you can be first in the queue then." Aaron smiled sheepishly. "That will be good. It's never happened before." Tim asked him how many times he'd tried to fuck three guys in an evening before, and on hearing that tonight had been the first such attempt, contented himself with another of our mother's oft-used and meaningless remarks. "Well, then." "If you're going to get your hands on Jav in the morning," said Nigel, "you'd better sleep between us. That way we can look after your balls and make sure none of these buggers tries anything." Seeing no reason to delay the three of them snuggled together, and prepared for sleep. Charlie and I got into another bed while the other four went next door. "Do not, on any account, allow Aaron up your arse without letting us come and watch," said Tim with mock severity to Javid. "Very good, Junior Former Bell Captain. I will send Nigel to summon you to witness it all. ***** At around 0630 Charlie heard Nigel get up. "I think the fun's about to start," he whispered after he'd gently woken me. We sat up to watch and a few moments later Tim and Sam, both sporting fine 'good morning' signals were draped at the foot of our bed. Prince and Graham were in the other bed and Nigel joined them, leaving Aaron and Javid to perform. Aaron stood naked before us. His cock seemed bigger than it had the night before. Javid licked his lips. "I've been felling that thing poking my back for the last 20 minutes and I think it's time we let his spunk out to play. How do you want it, Aaron?" Aaron said nothing, but bent towards Javid and, taking him by the hand, gently lifted him out of the bed. "I'll lie on my back and you lower yourself," he said. Javid smiled broadly. "The best way," he said quietly, "you get further in, we can see each other, and when I jizz I get to squirt it where I like on you." Aaron grinned, "you got it, Jav, wherever you like." It would be nearly fifteen minutes before Aaron - and the rest of us - found out where Javid chose for his jizz's destination. Aaron's steady fucking slowly brought him closer, and when he was nearly there Javid held his cock, pulled his foreskin back and after just two or three quick strokes spunk started to fly from his cock. I don't know how long it had been since his last cum, but from the amount he produced and the distance it flew it can't have been less that a couple of days at least. Aaron, who had been looking at Javid's face as he got closer, looked at the boy's cock and saw, almost in slow motion, his purple piss-slit open and a jet of white fire come hurtling straight towards his eyes. In the millisecond of the spunk's flight Aaron instinctively closed his eyes and it was thus his left eyelid which caught the full force of the front of the first jet. The rest made a line down his left cheek. Javid is quite artistic, and likes to paint an attractive picture, so the second jet was aimed very slightly to port and a matching line appeared on the other side of Aaron's nose. Astonishingly none of this put Aaron off his stride - indeed jets three, four and five, all of which decorated Aaron's nipples and, with less force but as much artistry, his pubes only inches from where his cock was moving faster and faster in Javid's arse. Aaron groaned and panted that what Javid had done was the hottest thing ever, and that his own orgasm would not be long delayed. It's worth setting down his actual words. "Fucking Christ, Jav, that's so ... the best ... jizz everywhere ... oh my God I'm ... aaaaah!" Javid had recovered sufficiently from his own orgasm, all of 30 seconds earlier, to observe that he thought Aaron had rather enjoyed that. He then collapsed onto Aaron, the sticky mess being rendered unfit for human consumption by virtue of its being no longer readily available. "You can come again, Aaron," I said, "but perhaps not today." It took Javid and Aaron several minutes before Javid peeled himself off Aaron's chest and the two of them went hand-in-hand to remove the evidence. "That was fun," said Nigel happily. By 0730 Aaron was banging away at his day job, his colleagues wholly unaware that he had not boarded Queen Mary with them that morning. I had agreed with him that he might care to join us again soon. "We've got another guy tonight and a third tomorrow. How about you and I meet in the usual place the day after that?" "Got it, Patrick." "If all goes well you'll get to meet the other two and we'll have three of you and eight of us." ================================================== ============================= The fun continues in Chapter 113 as a second guest is entertained. The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing last year, 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. ================================================== =============================