Date: Wed, 28 Jun 2000 22:38:30 -0400 From: Sidney Gittler Subject: Camp Au Naturel Wk 5 Sorry that it's been so long since I've been to camp but I've been busy with Arkansas Vacation recently. Well, I think you all know the drill. This contains teen-teen and teen-boy sex. So if that's not to your taste, legal or any of that other stuff please leave. Also any resemblance to the real dean of Michigan State University's School of Architecture or anyone associated with it is purely coincidental. All comments to sidg@compuserve.com. Enjoy Camp Au Naturel: Week Five by Sid Gittler (c) 2000 The end of the fourth week of camp marked the midway part of the session, and all of you who've been to sleep-away camp know what that means. Visiting Day. The rain had stopped for good late Thursday and by Saturday afternoon the fields were dry enough to play on so the original schedule could go on. As we got ready for supper Mike called us together. "Guys, tomorrow's visiting day and I've got to over the rules." "We've got to wear clothes all day," Ally said. "No sex," Brett said. "Before you introduce anybody to your parents check how they want to be introduced," Ray said. "Pretend you're really listening to the staff and following their instructions," said Jake. "I didn't know you knew that one," Mike said and everybody laughed. "There's a new one this year. Not only no sex, not only do you discuss introductions you also discuss how much your sex partners want told, even outside their presence. Bunks one through four don't even think about saying anything. Five through eight think long and hard about it even if he says fine. And Rod." "Yes?" Though I knew what was coming. "Don't even think about telling anybody about you and Pete." "We've already discussed it, no problem. But can I introduce him to my folks as a friend and your brother?" Mike thought for a moment before nodding. They must have brought the opening day cooking crew back in because that supper was our best meal since then. Like one good meal would make us forget about the four weeks of slop we've been writing home about. OK, the food's not that bad, mostly. There was a campfire that evening and there was a whole lot of hugging, kissing and groping going on. Between Pete and me that is, I've got no idea what our fellow campers and staff were doing. Sunday August 1st dawned with a clear sky and temperatures already in the upper seventies. "Every damn year," Ally grumbled as he pulled a shirt on, "best day for tanning we got to wear clothes. Especially after last week, I'm almost white." "You're darker than me," Pedro said and we all laughed. The laughter lightened the mood a bit. As far as I could tell we were all looking forward to seeing our families but the rules and stuff were frustrating. Bob and Ray were facing the biggest test. They had decided they were both going to come out to their families as gay and as lovers. Three years clandestine phone calls between summers together were enough. They started letting parents in right after breakfast but mine didn't arrive till ten. Of course the first thing Mom wanted to do was check out my bunk to make sure we were keeping it clean and the blankets were heavy enough for the cool evenings. Dad wanted to see the athletic facilities. It's sort of funny but while he founded the artistic school of architecture the only concern he had when I came out was would I give up my involvement in sports. He was impressed not only with all the fields and courts but with their obvious use. "Lance Altair, it really is you," called a short, stubby man as we approached the volleyball courts. I looked and saw Andre standing next to him. "Dean McCardle, a pleasure. Lance told me he'd become friends with your son." Dad shook the dean of Michigan State University's school of architecture and then looked up at Andre. "I hear you and my son have become close." Close might be stretching it but we had talked several times since that second attempt at suck volleyball and even sixty-nined again a couple of times. I hate to say it but it's a little easier on the body than curving to meet Pete. As Andre, Dad and I had arranged previously we stood around talking for almost a quarter hour. Dad's part was to make clear he knew I was gay and didn't care, and he managed it at least twice. Though, when he asked me if I'd found a boyfriend at camp I blushed twelve sides of red. So did Andre and I thought Dean McCardle was going to faint. Fortunately the horn sounded before Dad started laughing. "We've got to go. Bunk has a softball game," I said as I pulled on Dad's arm. Dad started laughing as soon as we were out of earshot. "You should have seen your face son." "How could you do that to your son?" Mom said, though she knew darn well that he loved doing things like that. "I thought I'd give the two of you a chance to say it." "Andre? He's nice and we've fooled around a few times but boyfriends, I don't think so." "Why not? He seems like a nice boy, and cute," Mom said. And totally different physically from my real boyfriend I thought. But I couldn't say that out loud. "He is, both of those, but we haven't hit it off that way. Plus," I stopped. "Me and his father," Dad said and I nodded. "You've always said you wanted to become an architect," Dad said. "I do." "You going to change your last name?" "No, why?" "Because son, there will always be people in the field who want to get to me through you. Some will even let you fuck them to make it happen." "So you think I'm handling Andre the right way?" I said. "Yes, but don't let caution get in the way of friendship or more," Mom said. "Thanks Mom, Dad." It's taken four weeks but by some weird coincidence today we're having our first activity with Pete's bunk. Well second if you want to count that evening swim a couple of weeks ago. Why Mike and George, their counselor, decided on softball I don't know but to make it fairer we had to bat opposite handed, even Ally. (Sorry Ally, I did promise no more height jokes but this was too easy.) I almost didn't recognize my real boyfriend. Pete was wearing a long Stone Cold Steve Austin T-shirt, a pair of baggy shorts and sneakers. That beautiful smile of his gave him away. "Those are our parents he's talking to, the older boy next to him is our middle brother Charles and he's straight as hell," Mike said from next to me. "Shame, but I guess your parents deserve one chance to be grandparents." "You mean he's never told you? Little Pete is the baby of eleven. I'm number eight; Loren is nine, Charles ten and last but not least Pete. My parents already have eight grandkids. In fact I think you've met one of my nephews already." I was trying to figure out whom when Bunk 1 walked in front of us. Timothy Robbins turned and waved. "Hi Uncle Mike, hi Rod." And kept on walking. "Oh shit," I said. "Don't worry, just don't try sticking that big cock of yours up his baby ass," Mike said. "Oh well," I said, and we both laughed. "What do you want me to do?" I asked when we stopped laughing. Mike stopped and huddled us together. "Guys, I hate to do this to you but my parents want to meet my bunk. So stay together and pretend you're well mannered young men." "If Jake can pull that off he'll deserve an Oscar and a Tony," Ally said. "There aren't any Oscar's in camp and I've had every Tony." A groan went up and faded as we reached Mike's parents. I quietly motioned with my hands and everybody lined up shoulder-to-shoulder for inspection. Even Jake stood at silent attention. Pete on the other hand started giggling. "Mascot Petey, quiet and take your position at the end of the line," I snapped. Pete rolled his eyes but did as instructed. "At ease," Mike said and then started introducing us to his parents and brother. Of course what I didn't know was that Mike and Pete's father was a retired Army Drill Sargent and he took me to task for my creases not being sharp and my shirt not being tucked in properly. By the time he was finished with us the rest of Pete's bunk had lined up and wanted the same treatment. Behind us I heard my father chuckling. Dad flunked his army physical, too tall at 6'11". With the period a third over we finally started the game. Pete's counselor pitched to both teams and while George lobbed the ball to his boys he rifled them in at us, despite the batting handicap they'd already imposed. Our fielding kept us in the game and when we came up to bat at the bottom of the fourth we were only down two-to-nothing. Ally led off the inning with his second walk of the game. His normal stance gave almost no strike zone and turned the other way he'd shrunk it even more. Pedro lay down a perfect drag bunt and we had men on first and second with no out. Brett and Jake struck out and as I dug in the horn sounded for the end of the period. "Don't even think about it George," Mike shouted from behind the plate. "I've struck him out twice already, it'll be quick and over." The first pitch was high and inside and I had to resist the temptation to swing. The next pitch was low and outside, but not outside enough and I connected with the ball and sent it sailing to deep right field. Ally, Pedro and I started jogging around the base path confidant no ten-year-old was going to catch it. "Oh my God," yelled somebody as I heard the sound of ball against leather. I looked over and saw my lover running in with the ball held high and I came to a stop as Mike called "Out, Game over, Bunk 6 wins on a miracle catch by Pete." After crawling out from under his bunkmates he ran over to me and jumped in my arms. "Did you see that? I've never made a catch like that." He leaned in and kissed me. "No, I was to busy running the bases when some young punk caught my home run." I kissed him back. "Peter, what are you doing?" his mother shrieked. "Oops," I whispered. "Mom, you've met Rod, he's my best friend and hero in Mike's bunk." "Why is he your hero?" his father asked. "Because I want to grow up like him. Tall, thin, good athlete, only child." I handed Pete off to his father. "I told you to stop that only child bit, besides, I'm not an only child. Plus you'll hurt Mike's feelings and you know what he'll hurt then." Pete's hands flew to his tiny, sexy butt. "I'm sorry Mike, Charles." "That's OK, we always hope you get adopted by a childless couple who doesn't know any better," Charles said. Pete crossed his arms, stuck his chin in his chest, pouted and stuck his tongue out and everybody laughed, except for his mother. "Charles," she snapped. "Just kidding baby bro." "I am not a baby," Pete whined. "Rod," my father called and I reluctantly turned away and walked across the field to where they were standing. "Yes dad?" "You're his hero?" "For the moment," I shrugged. "He's kind of young." I held my hand up to stop him. "Not here and not now." "Son." "I've got rules I have to follow. I know what your saying, let's leave it at that," I said using a tone I've never used to him before. I may be almost fourteen and an inch less than six feet but he's a full foot taller than me and my ass is still familiar with a hand that can still palm a basketball. I waited for his reaction. A short scowl was followed by a bright smile and he ruffled my hair. "About time short stuff. As long as you understand that's enough. Now your mother's thirsty so take us to the canteen or whatever you call it here. Bring the rest of the bunk and their folks if you want." I nodded, went to Mike and ended up bringing bunk six as well. After a bit of macho squabbling my father and Sarge, as Mike and Pete's dad insisted on being called, split the bill. A little squawking from the other fathers, but not much. Dad commandeered the largest table and the three of us and four of them sat down. Pete was put between the two fathers on one side and the rest of us squeezed in on the other. Of course, with the way they were loudly swapping stories it wasn't long before everybody was standing around listening and contributing. Someplace along the line Mr. Adonis, the camp's director and owner came in. I think to get the parents out and us to dinner but after five minutes he had the canteen staff cooking hamburgers, cheeseburgers and hot dogs for all of us instead. It was seven before we walked two bunks worth of parents and siblings out to an otherwise deserted parking lot, said our good-byes, got our hugs and waved them off. Somehow, we managed to get back to the bunks before ripping our clothes off. "That's better," Ally said. "That's much much better," the rest of us joined in. I walked over to Mike and pointed to the porch and went to wait for him. I was sitting on the railing, looking at the setting sun when he came out and put an arm around my shoulders. He gently kissed my cheek. I turned to him and made myself look him in the eyes. "Don't worry about it," Mike said as I started to open my mouth. "You sure? I don't want to get either one of you in trouble with your parents. Once Pete kissed me kissing him back was natural." "Thankfully you didn't give him tongue. But yes I'm sure. The way you went into that hero and only child bit saved the day." "Do your parents know you're gay?" "Yes, and they're fine with it. I guess they figured that one out of a eleven wasn't bad. And when they find out about Pete they'll be OK too. It's just that he's the baby and only ten so," Mike's voice drifted off. I nodded in understanding. "On the other hand my parents didn't believe the act for a second." "You sure Mike?" Pete emerged from around the side of the bunk. "How long you hiding there?" "Since Rod came out. I was waiting for Rod to get comfortable but you came out and started talking. Now are you sure about Mom and Dad?" Mike wrung his hands as he looked at the first stars. I was keeping one eye on Pete and he was going nuts so I knew Mike was playing him. Finally, I nudged Mike. "Yes, I'm sure baby bro. And we have three more weeks to decide what to tell them when we get home if you two want to get together before next year." Mike looked at his watch. "Well I'd better get back to the rest of the delinquents. Rod, walk Pete back to his bunk, you've got about forty minutes to get there and back." "It'll be tight but I promise to be back before curfew," I said. Now, as I think I explained earlier, the twenty bunks are laid out so you can walk from my bunk, 11, to twenty back to one and then Pete's, 6, in ten minutes, without rushing. The two of us walked hand-in-hand down to the lake. With the almost two feet difference in our height we must have looked like Mutt and Jeff but we didn't care. I asked him why he'd never told me about his other nine siblings and he just shrugged. We got to the beach and he headed for the boathouse. Once there Pete looked around before reaching up to the combination lock and twirling the dials. "How long have you had that?" "Since last year, but we can't use it during the day because too many people are in and out of here. Take a paddle and block the door with it." "It's not going to keep anybody out," I said as I leaned one against the door. "Water staff rules, if you hear a noise, turn around. Now stop talking and kiss me." I obeyed. We sat on the wooden floor and leaned against some rubber rafts, embraced, kissed, frenched. Simultaneously our right hands slid from shoulders to upper arms, to thigh and finally to groin. We moaned through each other's tongue as we felt our cocks enveloped by our lover's hand. Our kissing grew more passionate as we slowly stroked each other into hardness. I wanted to stop and have Pete make love to me but I knew there wasn't enough time. I felt his body begin to shudder under my ministrations and my cock began to pulsate as well. He moved his left hand behind my head, pulled me in even tighter and orgasmed. His body shaking as he fired dry shot after dry shot brought me over the edge and our ecstasy fed off each other. We finally subsided and as we ended our kiss the ten-minute to curfew bell rang. "Damn that bell," Pete said. "I know Mike and George were going over our schedules. They either screwed us or gave us plenty of opportunities to screw this week," I said. "If it's not the latter I'll be the youngest of ten and you'll have your third counselor of the summer," Pete said. We kissed, locked the boathouse back up and this time I walked him back to his bunk. I opened the door to mine just as reveille sounded. Jake pushed me back onto the porch. "What's up?" I said. "Got a question," Jake said as he rubbed his shaved scalp. "Shoot." "This is hard really. Look you know Petey and I dated last year and we had a lot of fun together." I knew I didn't like where this was going. "Thing is I see him around, and that body of his is hotter than ever, and well, you know." "Yes, I know," I said. "Look Jake, we're friends and bunkmates, right?" "I hope we're friends." "Remember the rules you told me about dating Pete on opening day?" Jake took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. "You mean the one about not doing anybody else in his bunk." "Yes, look, I know you two could go off and do whatever you want without my knowing about it." "I wouldn't, that's why I asked first. I've been burned by cheating boyfriends and while this place is way different I wouldn't do it with a friend's lover." "Thanks, I appreciate that. But from the looks of it just thinking about that tiny, tight ass has gotten you hot as anything." "Hell, I'm a naked fourteen-year-old gay boy standing talking to a naked thirteen-year-old hunk of a gay boy talking about the hottest ten-year-old God ever created. Of course I'm horny!" "Well, then maybe I should take care of my friend's problem," I said as I knelt in front of him. It didn't take me long to swallow his cock to the root. Normally I'd say my nose was buried in his bush but he'd started shaving that as close as his scalp. The effect was that he was as hairless as Pete was. I ran my tongue around his cock and tasted the difference between pre- and post- pubescent boy cock. Couldn't' tell which I liked better though. Jake's hands on the back of my head drove all thoughts out of my head except for deep throating his thrusting manhood. With each thrust he drove it deeper and deeper down my throat as his cock grew and pulsed. "Oh shit, oh fuck. You've got one hot mouth Rod. Get ready to drink my seed," Jake moaned. He picked up speed and I grabbed his legs to brace myself against the onslaught. A pounding I was loving. From somewhere I heard a low growl and the next thing I knew my mouth was being filled with boy cum. I don't know how much he shot but I couldn't swallow fast enough to drink it all and it started spreading down my face. He kept thrusting as the flow gradually slowed to a trickle. Finally he pulled out, I stood and we kissed before entering the bunk. The drying cum on my cheeks left no doubts as to who was doing what. Not that there would have been any anyway. When Mike put up the new schedule the next morning we all crowded around to look. I felt a piece of paper being slipped in my hands and I looked at it. There were periods marked for Monday, Wednesday and Thursday. I turned to Mike and blew him a kiss. "What the hell is neucom?" Pedro called in his soft Mexican accent. "Like volleyball except you catch the ball before throwing it back," Jake said. "No wonder we're playing suck neucom against bunk six," Brett said. "What?" I said. "George said something about giving you guys a chance to redeem yourselves," Mike said. I looked at the schedule and it was right where it should be. Monday, first period, right after breakfast. We got to the court and found eight little boys with eight hard little pricklets bouncing around, throwing the ball over the net and making some hard catches. They had also lowered the net a few inches, which would help them and make it easier on us as well. I walked over to the net and raised my left arm. My hand easily cleared the net. "No spiking, no going over the net," George called. "Can I block the ball without catching it?" I said. "No." I decided to shut up before he told me I had to play on my knees. Of course I can palm a volleyball and a variety of drop shots just over the net helped us to an easy 11-4 win. During the break Mike whispered to me that I was exhausted and had to sit the second game out. I stared at him and smiled when understanding dawned. "I'm playing the rubber game, if we need one." We almost didn't, but our comeback from 10-4 fell short at 12-10. Of course if our catching had been that bad during the softball game the day before it wouldn't have mattered if I'd hit the home run. Problem was I'd gotten a little stiff sitting on the ground and I couldn't raise my arms all the way up. That enabled Pete to open up with three straight points off his serve. On the fourth point Ally caught the ball on his knees, tossed the ball to Jake who lofted it over my head. I caught it and dropped it straight down. Final score was 11-3. Pete walked up and talked into my chest. "That wasn't nice." "My bunkmates were accusing me of throwing the game because of you." Pete jumped up and I caught him on the way down. "That would have been so cool. But I would never ask you to do that for me." We looked around and his seven bunkmates were beginning to service mine. It was quite a sight. All those beautiful, hairless bodies on their knees doing what comes naturally. "Get to it. I'll have another load ready for later." "Braggart," Pete said as he slipped down, dragging his tongue along my sweaty chest. He quickly swallowed my cock and had it at full erection before I knew it. Lovemaking would have to wait. This was pure oral sex for sex's sake. And right then that was good enough for me. The feel of Pete's hot mouth around my hard cock was enough to bring me to the edge. But he wouldn't let me go over the line that fast. He stayed still, letting his bunkmates make mine shoot. I knew his game as I slowly began to mouth fuck him. His lover was going to be the last one to cum. When I saw all our bunkmates on the ground kissing I pulled out of Pete's mouth, stroked once and spewed all over his face and chest. We rolled to the grass and I licked my cum off of him and fed it to him with deep kisses. From the intruding noises I gathered the other couples were still enjoying each other as well. All too soon the end of period bell rang. "George," one of Pete's bunkmates called. "Yes Lonnie." "How about we schedule an overnight with these guys and since they're so much bigger than us they get to bring the sleeping bags." "You want to sleep in the dirt?" Jake said as he pulled the boy back down. "Not quite silly," Lonnie said and kissed Jake. Mike looked at George and they laughed. "Any objections guys, and I know your answer Rod," Mike said. "Can't think of any," Ally said while cuddling the smallest boy in Bunk 6. "Then we'll see what we can work out for next week." Now I know there are certain of you sitting with you pants around your knees waiting for me to tell you about all three sex sessions with Pete. Well you're only going to get one. We are entitled to some moments alone you know. But man what a session we had on Wednesday. For one it was a double period fuck fest. Our free period was followed by free swim, which was optional. Pete was sitting on the railings with one of his bunkmates when we got back from session at the arts and crafts building wearing our just completed leather belts. "Now that's sexy. You always wonder what's hiding under clothing," Pete said. The belt's an inch wide. I picked him up and sat his butt right on the silver buckle. "If you think it's sexy then I'm going to leave it on." "For now, I'll strip you when we get there. I got the condoms from your locker, let's go." "You ready?" I heard Ally ask the other boy and I realized it was the same one from the game. "Yeah, and you owe Rod a couple of condoms." "My, my Joey. You are getting adventuresome," Ally said and helped the younger boy off the rail. "But I can't carry you." The boy took hold of Ally's cock. "I'm sure you'll give me a ride once we get there." The four of us took off down the path. We let them have the first empty room we came too and we deliberately skipped one before we entered. I moved Pete around and with his legs firmly around my waist we kissed. A long, deep, loving kiss. The kind of kiss that means more than sexual heat, but when, as Jake said, you're kissing the most beautiful ten-year-old that God ever created your cock starts to grow anyway. "Can you picture Ally and Joey together?" Pete asked as we sat. Though I knew voices couldn't be heard outside of the enclosure I lowered my voice. "About time he found a lover shorter than he is." "Is Andre the tallest you've ever had sex with?" "Maybe, did the center of JV basketball team last year but Andre is so much bigger it's hard to tell." "And where do I fall in?" I kissed his lips and continued down his throat. "The best, that's where you rate." I continued working my way down to his nipples and began licking, nibbling and chewing each one in turn. Pete's gentle hands stroked my hair and neck. His soft moans filled the air. When I reached his navel he lay down and sighed. There are different kinds of sigh and this one said he was happy and at peace. I licked around and slowly into his innie and the sigh was followed by a moan and I felt his prick poking harder into my side. I slid down to the source of that poking and began licking its tip. Slowly letting my tongue bathe every square inch of his cock, balls and crotch. Eventually I swallowed his cock and immediately felt the first signs of orgasm. I went to work and within a minute he screamed, arched his back and shook. "That was fun and wonderful," Pete said when his breathing had almost returned too normal. "Yes it was," I said and we kissed. He started stroking my stomach, running his fingers down my chest and smoothing the way back up. We watched the sky and the birds as he did this. The sun's rays filtering through the trees and keeping our deeply, uniformly tanned, naked bodies warm. After a while he shifted and began the same routine I had followed. His tiny little peck-like kisses down my neck and to my nipples almost drove me over the wall. He nipped at my nipples and it felt like he was going to break skin and drink from my teat like a baby at his mother's breast. By the time he started licking the faint trail of hair down to my groin my cock was rock hard and begging for attention. Somehow Pete managed to avoid touching it as he maneuvered down my body. "Pete," I moaned. "Soon," he said and resumed licking the area right around my balls, still without making contact with my cock. I tried concentrating on the sky and trees around us. We'd lain in these enclosures a dozen or more times and it was always beautiful. But there is something about nature when your lover is pleasuring you. Senses are heightened due to the increased pleasure and blood flow. I saw two birds circling closer and closer to each other far above us, and the calls that drifted down sounded like love songs to me. When they made contact Pete swallowed my cockhead. "Ahhhhh," I said. "Mmmmmm," he said. He slowly swallowed my cock and when I felt his nose in my pubes I filled his gut with my seed. He swallowed every drop and then we kissed, sharing the taste of our love. We lay in each other's arms until the timing lights along the gate flashed brightly three times. "What now?" Pete asked. "Fuck me lover." "Cool," he said and kissed me. "Very," I said and flipped over on my stomach and spread my legs. Pete began licking my cheeks, slowly getting closer and closer to my hole. I sighed when he spread my cheeks and began working down to it. Finally I felt his tongue penetrate the outer circle and begin moistening the tunnel to my heart. Deeper and deeper he thrust his tongue as I felt his cock grow along my calves and mine beneath me. Finally he moved and was quickly all the way in. "Fuck me lover," was all I said. And he did what I said. Maybe because it was his second time in not that long, or maybe he's learning to pace himself, but it was the best fuck he'd given me to that point. Short strokes, long strokes. Long and fast, and all mixed together. His breathing became faster and he slowly began to shake as he continued to plunge in and out of me. "Oh yeah, oh fucking yes. I'm so fucking hot today, your ass is so tight. I can't, oh shit," Pete cried and orgasmed. He kept on pounding my ass as he shook, his shouts were like a lion's roar. Finally he collapsed inside me. His sweaty head resting between my shoulder blades. For a couple of minutes I thought he'd fallen asleep but then I felt a kiss on the nape of my neck and an emptiness in my rear. "Fill me with your love," Pete whispered. He stood up straddling me. I turned over, slipped the condom on my hard cock and he lowered himself till my tip was at the entrance to his whole. He looked me in the eye and smiled. "Take my love inside of you," I said and he slowly lowered himself till bush met cheeks. I raised up, he bent down and we kissed. Without breaking the kiss he started gyrating his hips and using his ass muscles, working my precum leaking cock to new levels of pleasure. "Slow down," I mumbled around our kiss. He sat up, "what was that?" "I said 'slow down.'" You're so fucking hot today and I want to make this laugh, I mean last." He sat on my groin and relaxed his ass muscles. Of course he didn't have much choice since he was giggling his head off. The only thing I could think of right then was to grab his hard prick and so I began jacking him off. That not only changed the giggles to moans but also got him working my cock again at a slower speed than before. I continued playing with his cock as we looked into each other's eyes. In his I saw the lustful love I was feeling. I knew we would have to find a way to stay in touch over the school year. It didn't have to be sex, but not to hear or see from him for all those months, that would be horrid. "We'll work it out," Pete said. "How?" My young love kept slowly moving up and down on my hard, throbbing cock as he tapped his head. "I am the seventh son of a seventh son." I put my hands around his waist and stopped him. "Is that why you never told me about your other siblings?" Pete closed his eyes and nodded. "Forgive me, I'm not a freak but I guess I do have some gifts, and some friends have gotten spooked when I told them." "There's nothing to forgive my young love. You have always been and will always be special to me." I pulled out, put him on his back, raised his legs and entered him again. "Feel my love," I said and began to slowly pump in and out of his tight ass. A huge smile filled his face and I felt a change in him. As I filled his hole with my seed I knew that we'd started a new stage in our relationship. When I withdrew I removed the condom, held it over his mouth and slowly emptied it. Pete's tongue darted to catch every drop before it landed out of reach. I lay down next to him and kissed him. By the time the kiss ended we were both hard again but knew we didn't have enough time. We silently lay under the sky and watched the clouds drift by until the warning lights flashed again. "Rod." "Yes Pete, I know. I can't tell anybody. I won't even tell Mike I know until you tell him." "Thanks." He crawled into my arms and we kissed once more. We exited our enclosure and headed down the path. Ally was waiting alone where we'd left him and Joey. "Thank God I didn't miss you," Ally said. "I need your help." "Is Joey all right," Pete said and jumped down. "Yes, he's fine Pete. Had a great time. Thing is after I fucked him and he came a couple of times he fell asleep. He's still sleeping so soundly I can't wake him." "You sure he's asleep?" I asked. "Listen," he opened the enclosure and we could hear the snores. "Yes, that's my Joey. The counselor's best friend, we have to fall asleep before he does or we're up all night." "So you want me to carry him back," I said. "I tried lifting him but I can't," Ally said. I could, and did. After depositing a still sleeping Joey on his bed I kissed Pete good-bye and walked out with Ally. Mike was sitting on the porch as we returned. "I hope Pete can sit down." I felt my face turn red but I couldn't help but start laughing. And that ends the tales of the fifth week at camp. I hope you enjoyed it and got to know us a little better. There are still two weeks left of camp. This year at any rate. Continued in: Camp Au Naturel Week 6 coming soon to a web site near you.