Date: Sat, 07 Jul 2007 08:18:37 -0400 (EDT) From: Herb Cat Subject: Ten-year olds at Camp Pt 7 Copyright 2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and male minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. ----- THE REUNION "Dad! Dad! Come quick! It's Barry!" Mr. Derrick knew Wes had answered the phone and was talking away, but he didn't remember any kid in the projects named Barry. He came over and softly asked, "Barry Who?" "Barry from camp! He's one of the men. He wants to ask you something. Please say Yes! Please! Please!" Wes handed the phone to his father. "Mr. Derrick. Glad I could speak with you. I want to tell you everyone at camp thought the world of your boy. Wes must make you very proud." Derrick thanked him. "I was just telling Wes I've been talking to some of the other men and we thought it would be nice to have a litttle outing with a few of the boys next Saturday. We were going to start with the boat over to Liberty Island to see the Statue, then have lunch in Chinatown. After that, we haven't worked out all the details but we'll make a full day of it. We'd really love for Wes to join us." Derrick told Wes to go into his bedroom and wait. When he got off the phone, Wes ran out. "So can I go? Dad, Can I?" "I'll let you know tomorrow, Son." Wes looked at him like he had two heads. Why did he have to wait a whole day to learn if he could see his friends again? Was he being punished for something? The days since Camp ended seemed to pass slowly. All Wes could think of was returning next summer as a Grade A Prime. He hummed the songs he learned in camp, and each night sang himself to sleep with the Good Night Song. When he played with his dildo, he pretended it was Bill or Cookie or Tex or one of the other men penetrating his asshole. He told Bobby and Gino he hoped they could go next year. He said he put in a good word for both of them. Now, suddenly, out of the blue, in October, he had a chance to get back with some of his Buddies not next summer but next Saturday! Why wouldn't his Dad let him go? .oOo. "So, Barry, do I put a check mark by Wes's name?" "Better put a question mark, Hank. Wes's Dad was acting kind of funny. I don't know what's on his mind. He said the boy could go on one condition." "Uh-oh, what condition?" "He wouldn't say, but he wants me to meet him at his plant when he gets off work tomorrow." "Oh, I guess he's one of those. You better take the checkbook. I hope the guy can be reasonable. We better call Chris. He's dealt with him. Ask him how much he thinks we should offer." .oOo. Wes got his Dad's approval and on Saturday morning, he was up bright and early waiting for his ride. When the van pulled up, Ken was driving. Hank was in the front passenger seat. Barry, the man who took Wes's virginity, was in the middle seat beside young Malcolm. And Julio was in the back seat between little Hugh and Russ. Wes was so excited, he almost forgot to kiss his parents goodbye. He climbed aboard beside Barry, and now the complement was complete, four men, four boys. As they drove off toward the ferry, they sang the Mighty Fine Song lustily. Gee, it was fun to sing it again. Fun to see his Buddies again. Fun to have someone else's hands inside your pants! The boat ride across the bay was good. The sun cooperated so they could take lots of pictures to show their parents, pictures standing in front of Miss Liberty! Pictures of boys who understood freedom in a whole new way. The lunch in Chinatown gave them a chance to try using chopsticks (Wes wished Lee was there) but also a chance to recount stories of meals back in camp. Everyone was laughing remembering those happy times. Occasionally, a hand would wander over and give the neighbor's package a gentle squeeze, but they knew they weren't at camp. They had to behave themselves in public. However, after lunch, they drove to a building on the upper west side, where Hank lived. "No one's going to bother us here, boys. We can do what we want," he winked. As soon as they got inside Hank's apartment, the boys started stripping off their clothes. There was no reason to waste any time. "Wow, you guys look as anxious as we are! Come on, let's get this party started." Soon, all eight were naked and beginning to show off their masturbatory skills. "Just one more thing I have to explain, kids. That room down the hall is my bedroom. The reason the door is closed is because there's another man in there. His name is Mike. He wants to work at the Camp next Summer, but of course we have to make sure he's right for the job, so today you Grade A Primes are going to test him out. You'll go into the bedroom one at a time and work him over. Then you will vote. If you decide he has what it takes, then we will let him come to Camp. His fate is in your hands, boys." Wow, thought! Wes, these men trusted his judgment. Awesome. "OK, Hugh, you can be the first to meet Mike. Get in there, Tiger!" Hugh went skipping down the hall and into the bedroom. Meanwhile, Wes, Russ and Malcolm went to work on their four Big Buddies. Every night Wes's dreams had danced with big hairy juicy cocks; now finally his dreams were coming true. He knelt down and sucked Julio's huge black tool first. He closed his eyes. He was in heaven again. Julio had just spent several hours with these four angels and that was enough to get him primed. It didn't take long for Wes's mouth to work its magic. Julio pulled out and creamed his happy face. Wes laughed and fell into Julio's enveloping arms. "I missed you, Spaceman," Julio whispered. Wes could see Russ had his face buried in Hank's ass, slurping away. Barry and Ken were attending to young Malcolm's needs, Barry cuddling the boy's cock and fingering his hole, while Ken fucked his face. The boys began to switch off, an informal Buddy Swap, and soon Wes was back with Barry. Sure, the other men were wonderful, but Barry would always have a special place in his heart. "Do me like you did that first night, Barry, please." How could Barry not grant the ten-year old's heartfelt prayer. He laid the boy on the floor, with some throw pillows to comfort his sweet body, and gently, slowly, lovingly, began to fuck his little ass again. Wes was too engrossed to notice Hugh returning to the group. He didn't see Hugh's broad grin. He didn't hear him sigh, "Shit, Mike is amazing!" Or whisper to Russ it was his turn with the guy on probation. He didn't even notice when Hugh motioned to Julio that he just needed a minute to cool off before he'd be ready for the black torpedo. By the time Barry had finished reenacting Wes's cherry-popping, Hugh was already impaled on Julio and riding it like a carnival ride. Malcolm was now busy with Hank, so Wes went over to Ken and asked if they could rim each other. Wow, he had almost forgotten how good it felt to have an adult tongue punetrating his boysized hole. He knew Ken was licking Barry's cum, which made it all the more erotic. They switched places, and Wes tasted anew a big delicious hairy ass, like the many he'd had last July but not since. After a few minutes, Barry had a new urge. "Does anyone here want to drink my piss?" Me. Me. Me. The three boys jumped up and raced to the bathroom and hopped in the tub. The four men looked at each other and laughed. Piss trumped everything it seemed. They wanted to satisfy all the boys, so they all went in to empty their bladders into joyful young receptive faces. However, just then Russ came out of the bedroom, somewhat bedraggled, yet looking content. He said Malcolm should go in next to see Mike. So Russ took Malcolm's place in the tub and the golden showers began. Then all four men crowded in and turned on the shower. Flesh squeezed against happy flesh, they jostled and elbowed each other, four naked men and three naked boys. Hank climbed out first and handed towels around to everyone. It reminded Wes of the warm towel Julio had given him right out of the dryer. They went back into the living room and sat around simply kissing and caressing each other. There were lots of "I love you's" whispered. And then all four men, as if by magic, simultaneously began softly singing "I want to make happy." The boys responded, "I want to make happy." and the song continued and was repeated several times, each time softer, until it was barely a whisper. It was true, each had already made the other happy "every way I can." The stillness was suddenly broken by screams from the bedroom. "YES!!! YES!!! YES!!!" Then, after a minute, Malcolm tore open the bedroom door and shouted, "Shit, can that guy Fuck!!!" His black body glistened with sweat. "Wes, it's your turn!" "Yeah, Wes," said Hugh. "He's fuckin' amazing." And Russ nodded in agreement. Wes stood up and started down the hall. Wow, was this another George? His heart began racing. He stood a moment outside the door and caught his breath. Then he turned the knob and stepped inside. The bedcovers had long since been tossed aside. There on the sheet, a white man was laying on his side, with his ass turned toward Wes. Even from the back, Wes could tell he was in good shape, not artificially from gym equipment but probably from good honest manual labor. Wes looked at the ass and thought how nice it would be to rim it. "Uh, Hi, Mr. Mike." No response. Maybe the man was asleep. Maybe the three boys before him had worn him out. Wes went over to the bed and sat his cute naked body on it. "Uh, my name is Wes." "Yes, I know." The body turned over. "Hello, Son." "Dad?" Wes jumped off the bed. "Shit, Dad, what are you doing here? Am I in trouble? I thought Mike..." Wes suddenly remembered the man he always called Dad was indeed named "Mike." He stood and looked at his father; the man's eyes like a big St. Bernard were starting to swell. Wes realized suddenly that his own father had given his three good friends the fucking of their lives. "I'm confused, Dad." "I know, Son. I'm sorry." Mike sat up and motioned for Wes to sit beside him. He put his arm around him. "Let me explain." Mike told his son about his days in Scouting, and how special his leaders made him feel. When Wes came home from camp, he saw that glow in his son's eyes and knew Wes had found something special as well. He remembered how terrible he felt as a child, not being able to share his wonderful secret with his own father. He knew about the oath of secrecy and he knew Wes would never betray the trust of the men at Camp, but Mike wanted to find a way to let his son know he understood. And he wanted to relive those childhood Scouting memories. "I told Barry what I knew and what I suspected. He agreed I could be part of your special day today. I'm sorry we had to trick you, Son, but it was the only way." "Wow!" Wes nestled against his father, (the first time he had seen him naked) and quietly absorbed it all. "So, are you going to be at Camp next Summer?" "If you four boys approve, I will." "Well, you already got Hugh and Russ and Malcolm's vote, that's for sure." "I wouldn't do it unless you approved also, Son. Your vote is the only one that matters to me." "Uh, Dad, you know Bobby and Gino might be going next Summer." "So I've heard. The Italian Stallion and the Black Bomber. Hehe. I'll do my best to make you proud, Son." "Hehe, I'm already proud of you, Dad. You're the Best!!" Wes gave his Dad a big juicy kiss, not the way he usually kissed him, but right on the mouth, tongues dueling. "So, Son, do I get your vote?" "Well, I don't know yet." Wes was a sly little scamp. "You ain't showed me yet what you can do. Hehe." Mike wrestled his naked son on the bed, tickled him mercilessly, then pushed his fingers up his hole and made him work his fatherly manhood. Wild roughhousing gave way to lustful passion, until Wes was moaning in delight as his father pumped the family sperm up his ass. Exhausted, they lay side by side. "Did I pass, Son? Do I get the job?" "Well, there's just one more thing, Dad." "Shit, now what? You're not making this easy for me, Wes." "Well, you know, you ain't much of a singer, and, well, all the men at camp, they sing real good. And that's like real important, you know." Wes's jaw dropped as his father pressed him against his chest, where his heart was beating, and sang clearly and distinctly: I just want to tell you, Wes, I think that you are neat! I also want to tell you that You made my day complete. When we go to bed tonight, I'll take you in my arms And I will dream about you, Wes, And all your many charms. ----- Young Wes and his father now have a new bond. It looks like Wes won't have to wait for next Summer after all to enjoy the pleasures he had at Camp. He'll find them right at home. Every Nifty author loves to get mail from his readers. Please write and tell me how you like this story. Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.