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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 127 Esau wasn’t wrong – it was freezing when we got to Ashokan. There were two inches of snow on the ground and none of the Queen Mary lot were equipped to be out in such cold for long. The plan to sleep there was hopelessly optimistic. We visited the crocodiles’ lair, but it was frozen over. Prince, Javid, Graham and Nigel stood at the edge hoping for signs of reptilian life, but they were disappointed. After 20 minutes the cold had got to us and Ryan said that if we didn’t get warm soon he wasn’t going to be responsible for frozen balls. “I don’t mind massaging one or two of you, but the other six will have ice cubes, and they’re no fun.” The Kingstonites laughed – it had been five years since they had heard an adult saying things like that. “Why don’t we go to Woodstock?” said Harry, “it’s only 8 miles or so, and we won’t see anyone there who knows us.” Woodstock, it seemed, had places which were warm and where refreshments could be obtained. Woodstock, apparently, was where the young of Kingston went to be out of parental sight, and out of sight of adults who might report to the out-of-sight parents about what their children were getting up to. “Woodstock sounds fun,” murmured Charlie. There wasn’t a lot of Woodstock when we got there. I doubt if more than 1500 people lived there, but there were a couple of bars. “C’mon,” said Harry, “this one’s OK. They don’t bother unless you’re only about 15.” The bar was warm and dark – old-fashioned wooden panelling, low ceiling, big log fire – nothing could be more inviting. Ten minutes later the 14 of us were sitting in a U-shaped booth in a corner, squeezed happily together. 14 beers were inside us and 13 more (Ryan was being very responsible) were on the table, some already partly consumed. It was 1130. The smell of food was irresistible. The taste of the food was pretty good too. By 1400 most of us were three beers to the good, Ryan excepted. “I think you’ve had enough,” he said, “you want to be presentable when I get us all back to Kingston.” Harry reminded us that we were all due to have dinner with his mother and Jethro the following day. “You want want to eat as much as we just did tomorrow.” Inevitably this led to a discussion about where we would eat tonight. Cy and the twins could contain their excitement no longer. “We’ve been dying to tell you all day,” said Jakey. “Pa says we should order some take-away food and eat it in the barn, like a great big picnic. He said he’d put the big heaters on in there so it’ll be really warm.” This met with universal approval. Tim, who was sitting between me and Abe, whispered, “do you think he knows what we’ll all be up to?” “No,” I said, “but I think it’s quite likely that he’s guessed that some of us will be up to mischief of some kind with the Kingston boys. I don’t suppose he’s too keen on thinking about the details. But five years ago he seemed willing to encourage things to happen.” “Like what?” “Well, he and Rueben was happy to put mattresses out for us, and they knew we were making good use of the barn.” “Do you think the boys guess?” I said I thought it unlikely. “Most boys haven’t worked out that their fathers were boys once.” Tim grinned. “Not a problem we had with the awful Connors.” Take-away food is nowadays so familiar that it’s easy to forget what a strange experience it was back in 1942. It was a commonplace for the locals, but we Queen Mary types found it very weird. You telephoned a local store and gave an order from a menu your hosts had in a drawer in their kitchen. The choosing of the orders took ages – there were, after all, 14 of us and some of the dishes were utterly ataköy escort unknown to us. Although the menu was in English it might as well have been in Greek. Many of them had to be explained – what were ‘spare ribs’, for instance? Cy had drawn the short straw and was deputed to write it all down. After 20 minutes he yelled at us to stop. “We have enough,” he cried, “and I’ll bet when it comes none of you’ll be able to remember what you each ordered.” Murmurs of agreement greeted this observation. Murmurs also asserted that it wouldn’t matter all that much anyway. Cy went off to phone the order through. When he came back several minutes later he told us that the food would be delivered to the barn in 30 minutes. “We gotta all be there ready to carry it in from the delivery van.” Rueben, having allowed all this to happen in his absence, came in beaming. “Sounds like you guys have got it all fixed.” He gave Cy a handful of dollars. “Give the boy $10, Cy, it’s a big delivery.” We all thanked him – it was really generous to feed so many. “Ach, it’s nothing,” he said, “it’s not every day we entertain royalty.” I couldn’t tell whether Prince was blushing (it’s not easy), but I wondered how Rueben knew. One of the boys must have told him. Prince entered into the spirit of the thing, however, and made a gracious, if short, speech of thanks. “My people and I are grateful to you, Sir. Your kinsfolk have made us most welcome.” He couldn’t sustain it any longer: nor could the rest of us, and the scene dissolved into mass giggles. “Oh, by the way,” said Rueben, “Jethro and I have agreed that curfew is at 11.30,” and he left us to it. “I think you’re right,” said Tim quietly. 20 minutes later the 14 of us trooped through the snow to the barn where we were met with a wall of warm air: the heaters had done their thing. Even better was a considerable number of bottles of beer – four cases of a dozen in each. We set about creating a makeshift table from some of the bales and an old door laid on top. When the food van arrived the five Kingstonites insisted on carrying everything in. We passed the first of the beers around. Tim and I put two pots of grease handy. The evening’s fun could begin. ***** As I’ve told you, the sleeping arrangements didn’t lend themselves to anything exciting. It was just as well, therefore, that when we’d finished the food (but nothing like all the beer) it was still only 2000. We filled the three hours before we staggered to our temporary dormitories in a most agreeable manner. Prince and co and Cy and co – all strangers to one another the day before – were now completely at ease in each others’ company, and we old hands had noticed plans forming of who might get it on with whom. Harry, accustomed now to sex with what had once seemed to be the dreaded Jews, was evidently open to the radical idea of fucking (or perhaps being fucked by: it wasn’t yet clear) Prince and Javid. Prince and Javid seemed agreeable to hints (some pretty heavy) that such couplings might occur. Those bereft of foreskins naturally wished to reacquaint themselves with frills again – Harry’s having been the only one available to them since we had left in 1936. Jakey had already asked whether the four newcomers were blessed in this way, and had indeed seen for himself during a series of visits to the bog in the Woodstock bar. He reported quietly to Esau that everything looked ‘hunky-dory’, an expression new to me, but clearly one conveying a satisfactory outcome. He added, equally quietly, that ‘Prince’s is huge’. Quietly, but not so quietly that several of us, Prince included, couldn’t hear. Prince grinned. “And it can all be yours if you’re good,” he said contentedly. Graham very generously added that his boyfriend’s promise applied to all there, not just to Jakey. In the barn the first of these promises was being fulfilled. Harry and Javid were locked together at the lips, their hands fumbling with unaccustomed trouser fastenings. The rest of us, still unpaired, watched. “Oh fuck it,” said Harry, standing up and stripping off (followed by Javid). “Mmm, nice,” he said, running his fingers over Javid’s hairless belly and under his hairless balls, merter escort “I’d forgotten you guys all shave down there. I need to see what hairless cock tastes like.” Javid’s eyes closed as Harry’s tongue satisfied Harry’s need. “Do you want to find out what hairless jizz tastes like, Harry – that is the word, isn’t it?” Harry nodded. The spectacle encouraged others to seek something more rewarding than merely watching. Cy and the twins stood up. “You heard what Jakey said in the bar. We aint seen the frills on you three yet, so what about it, and I want the big one. C’mon, Prince, let’s get an eyeful.” Prince rose to his feet, Graham and Nigel on either side of him. “That’s fine, Cy, but only as far as it goes. You get an eyeful – you take a mouthful as well.” Jakey and Esau didn’t wait: they were out of their clothes in seconds. Seconds later they and Cy were on their knees using both hands to study the new frills adorning the very hard cocks before them. “Jeez, I wish we still had these,” sighed Jakey, “they’re so much more fun that just a boring ol’ cockhead.” Another nail in the coffin of religion, I thought. Only Abe of the Kingstonites wasn’t yet playing. As the other four had taken the lead, choosing with whom they first got it on, I was reluctant to make a move on him, and the rest of us clearly felt the same. Give him 10 seconds, I said to myself, then … Abe went to stand in front of Charlie and put out his hand. Charlie got up smiling, took Abe’s hand and held Abe’s head in his hands. Charlie is a fantastic kisser: sometimes he kisses me so softly that I can hardly feel his lips on my face (or anywhere else he fancies kissing – he’s pretty imaginative); sometimes he’s deeply tongue-lashingly passionate. Abe was getting something in between, and Abe was loving every second. I hadn’t noticed back in 1936 that American trousers and British ones (well, ours at any event) were fastened so awkwardly for undoing by a party outside the trousers – maybe trouser design had advanced while we were away – and both Charlie and Abe had to break off to get out of their clothes. Naked, however, they resumed where they had left off. When the kiss reached three minutes Tim rather rudely called out, “frill time, Abe.” Abe dropped to his knees. Charlie smiled that stupid smile you smile when a new mouth takes your cock on board for the first time. Abe’s exploration was relatively brief as loud moans from Javid betokened a successful outcome from Harry’s exploration. Abe looked up. He saw – we all saw – Harry turning Javid onto his back before reaching for the grease and slowly making his cock slick. Javid’s eyes gleamed. Nigel then came, followed a few seconds later by Graham. Jakey and Esau hadn’t forgotten what they had learned earlier about the need to be particularly careful to catch every last drop of jizz from cocks still frilled, and Nigel and Graham had to endure the delightful sensation of tongues caressing just-come cock heads. When the Kingston twins were satisfied that the Lincoln twins had no more to give they too flipped their partners over and made ready to fuck them. The Liverpool twins had no hesitation in making a six-way multiple twin orgy take place. Our three were on their backs and the Kingston three were all deep inside. “Hold it there,” said Tim, and he knelt over Nigel’s head. This allowed Jakey to suck Tim’s cock while Nigel could rim Tim. I was in the same position with my cock in Esau’s mouth and Graham’s tongue doing what it was good at down below. Prince was on all fours submitting (with much noisy appreciation) to a doggy-fuck from Cy. Abe whispered to Charlie, “will you fuck me?” and he too was on his back. That meant that Ryan and Sam were left looking at each other. “Come on, Sam, you haven’t fucked me for ages,” said Ryan. ***** There was a second round a bit later. Somebody suggested a piss session, but this was quickly shot down given the lack of shower facilities in the barn. It didn’t stop us all trooping outside to piss our names yellowly in the snow on the side of the barn away from the house. Especially with three or four pints inside you it isn’t easy to piss with your best writing when bahçeşehir escort the temperature’s well below freezing. Jakey had the bright idea that as we’d all have really really cold cocks we should make a big circle and warm someone else’s cock to get it back to a serviceable state. This idea proved very popular, so much so that several of us unloaded for the second. I can’t speak for the others, but my cock spunked into Abe’s mouth and what I got was prime Javid. Those unfortunates who still had a second coming coming paired off: Sam with Esau, Graham with Cy and Ryan with Harry. The first two pairs just got on with it but Harry pulled Ryan away from the rest of the group. This was interesting: did Harry want to talk to Ryan, or have sex with him? My attention was dragged away from this interesting question by Charlie, who came and sat beside me. “Every time we do this kind of thing I discover how much more you mean to me,” he said. This was curious. “What do you mean?” “Well, we both know we love sessions like this – new boys to fuck, new mouth to kiss – and tonight was good. Abe does things, and because they’re new they’re exciting. But what you and I do is so much more satisfying. Sex with Abe is great – sex with the rest of them is great, and with our Queen Mary lot – but sex with you, Patrick Mulloy, is … oh, I don’t know …” “I know,” I said softly, “and funnily enough I feel just the same. Strange, isn’t it?” and I planted the tiniest kiss on the tip of his nose. “I love you, Charlie MacKenzie.” There was plenty of vigorous action going on while these tender words were exchanged. Esau, five years ago so unhappy about being fucked, had Sam’s nine inches hidden deep inside his arse – ass – while Graham and Cy were in the final stages of Cy’s filling him with gallons of good Jewish jizz. Over in the shadows Harry and Ryan were in close conversation, but as Sam and Cy reached noisy climaxes they stood up and came back to join us. I looked at Ryan with a raised eyebrow, but he shook his head imperceptibly. It was around 11 o’clock. “We’ve got 15 minutes,” said Cy. Those 15 minutes were put to good use. There was an understandable keenness to make sure that, given the amount of beer we’d drunk and the likelihood that nocturnal visits to the bathroom might need to be made, any aroma of sexual activity would be absent. There is no better was of ensuring this tan the application of tongues to those parts from which bodily fluids might leak. Thus all cocks and all arses (asses too) were liberally tongued by several different people. Inevitably this led to excitement, but any pleasures were denied, or at least postponed: who knew what might happen after dinner with the Perkinses tomorrow. Thus at 11.15 Ryan led Prince, Graham, Javid and Nigel across town to the Perkinses. The rest of us, who had a mere 400 yards to go, spend ten minutes making sure that there was no evidence of our evening’s adventures. We carried the remaining few bottles of beer back to the house. Cy turned off the heaters. By 11.28 we were back – well before the curfew. There was no sign of Rueben or Sarah, so we stacked the beer in the kitchen and went quietly to our beds. In some case cases we went quietly to somebody else’s bed, but after a busy evening not much happened beyond a few kisses and cuddles. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 128 as our visit to Kingston concludes. Queen Mary did act as a troopship in 1940 and 1941 and made several trips to Australia and elsewhere. After Pearl Harbor she came under US control carrying American troops to the war in the Pacific. Later she returned to Atlantic crossings, carrying GIs and Canadians to the European theatre of war. Whether any passengers from 1936 were on board is not known, but it doesn’t seem beyond the bounds of possibility. I have been economical with the truth in some details. She was originally fitted out (in Australia, not New York) to carry around 5,000 troops. In early 1942 she was refitted in Boston to increase her capacity to 8,500 and to give her the armament equivalent of a light cruiser. Later still her capacity reached 15,000. The photographs in Queen Mary 2 are real. I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing in 2017, 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. ===============================================================================