Date: Tue, 03 Jul 2007 06:47:05 -0400 (EDT) From: Herb Cat Subject: Ten-year olds at Camp Pt 4 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. ----- "Hi, Wes!" It was Cookie. "I'm your Big Buddy today. I hear you had a lot of fun yesterday." When did he hear that? Wes never saw him talking to Barry. "Well, we're going to have even more fun today, Hot Dog. Come on, let's get started." Cookie grabbed Wes's hand and they walked off toward another cabin. In the distance, Wes heard Barry's loving voice calling someone else, "Sport." He was somewhat disappointed. He had bonded with Barry, and now the man had dumped him for someone else. Didn't Barry like him? He said he did. But now he's probably telling that new kid the same thing, and tonight his beautiful cock is going to be plugging that kid's hole. Cookie could see the creases on Wes's brow. He knew he had to act fast. Every year, the Buddy swap on the first Sunday morning was the most difficult. The fresh meat are always understandably very fond of their first Big Buddies, the men who open their minds, and their assholes, to the wonders of grown-up sex. But Cookie had developed a few tricks up his sleeves to smooth the transition. He led Wes into the cabin where he had deflowered Phil the night before. "Is this where I'm going to sleep tonight then?" Wes asked. "No, you will always stay in your own cabin with Lee. This is Phil's cabin. The men do the moving every day. Here, hand me the things in my drawers and I'll pack my bag. They walked over to Wes's and Lee's cabin and passed Barry who had just packed up his things and was accompanying his new friend heading somewhere else. He told that little boy, "Wait a minute, Sport," and then ran over to Wes. He knelt down and hugged him. "You are a wonderful boy, Sport. I want you to have the best time in your life. And I know Cookie will teach you some amazing things today. But I want you to know," Barry reached down into Wes's shorts and pressed his finger on his no-longer-virgin anus, "I want you to know last night was very special for me." He kissed Wes, stood up, and went back to his new "Sport." "Come on, Hot Dog. We got an hour or so before we got to make lunch. Let's not waste it." They threw Cookie's things into the dresser Barry had just emptied, and ran to the lake. Along the way, Cookie grabbed a backpack from the kitchen. At the lake, they took a boat and Cookie rowed across to a small island. "Welcome to Treasure Island, Hot Dog!" "Oh, yeah, there ain't no treasure here!" Wes was not about to be conned. Cookie pulled a pirate hat out of his backpack and gave it to Wes. Then donned an eyepatch himself and assumed a gruff pirate voice, "Fuck, there sure is treasure here, Matey. You just gotta know where to fuckin dig! Arrrgh!" Wes broke into laughter. The surface had been cracked. Cookie led Wes around the island, putting on a fake limp and pointing out parrots, human bones and chests which Wes was able to envision in his imagination. He taught Wes to sing Yo, Ho, Ho, and he pulled from his backpack a bottle of rum (well, it was root beer, but that'll do.) They leaned against a big palm tree that strangely had pine needles and Wes asked, "So when we gonna dig for treasure?" "Right now, Matey!" still the pirate voice. "First thing, we gotta take off all our clothes. Don't want 'em getting dirty. Arrrgh!" Didn't make any sense to Wes, but of course he played along. Cookie taught him the pirate dance that involved a lot of leg raising and squatting and stomping. Wes was giggling now. "OK, Matey, you gotta shut your eyes real tight now. Promise not to peek. If you peek you gotta walk the fucking plank, Matey." Wes was giggling but kept his eyes shut. Cookie reached into his backpack and stuck something up his ass. "Oh, Matey, looka here." Wes opened his eyes. "I know there's treasure real close by." "Where? Hehe, Where? I want to dig for it!" "You really wanta dig for it?" "Yeah!! Hehe." "You sure you wanta dig for it?" "Fuck yeah!!" "OK, Matey." Cookie turned around, bent over, and pulled his ass cheeks apart. "Start digging." Wes saw a red knob sticking out of cookie's ass. He giggled and started pulling it with his fingers. "Oh, no, no, Matey! Arrrgh! No hands. You gotta dig it out with your teeth." Now Wes was laughing hysterically. He bent down and grabbed the knob with his teeth and began pulling. It tasted sweet. He pulled and pulled and pulled. It was the longest stick of candy he'd ever seen! "Holy Shit! That is a treasure. Can I, uh, eat it?" Wes was wondering what Mom would think about eating something that came out of someone's ass. "Matey, that's fuckin good pirate treasure. Of course, you can eat it. But it's always a good idea to wash the dirt off your treasure when you dig it up." Cookie pulled a bottle of water out of his backpack and rinsed the candy off. Wes began to suck away on his treasure. "I got a treasure and you don't, nyahh, nyahh." Cookie put on a sad face. "Oh, don't be sad. Hey, maybe if you dig in my ass you might find something." Wes stood up and bent over. Cookie smiled. Every year, the trick worked the same way. Boys are wonderful. Wes felt Cookie push something into his anus. "Shiver me timbers, lad. You was right, Matey. There's a fuckin treasure for me in there." "No hands, Cookie. You gotta use your teeth." "Awww, do I gotta, Matey?" "Yup. It's the pirate way." Wes next felt Cookie licking the length of his ass crack. He remembered what Lee had told him about rimming. He was glad he took a good shower after shitting this morning. He remembered Barry tenderly washing his newly opened hole. Now he felt the thing in his hole getting pulled slowly out. "Hehe, what did you find in there, Cookie? Fucking pirate treasure?" "Aye, Matey! Real fucking pirate treasure." Wes turned around to see Cookie with a cigar in his mouth. "I'm going to want to dig in there again some time, Matey." "Hehe, any time, Cookie." Cookie lit his cigar. "Fuck, aren't you going to rinse it off? I think I see some of my shit on it." "Listen up, Matey. There ain't nothing that improves the taste of a good cigar more than boy shit. It's a known pirate fact!" The two sat under the "palm" and enjoyed their treasures. At one point, Cookie asked Wes if he wanted to take a puff. He did and of course started hacking away. But it felt so wonderful to be doing all this great grown-up stuff. "Cookie, do you know about rimming?" Cookie smiled at his precocious little buddy. He put his cigar aside, laid on the ground and had Wes sit on his face. Wes felt his tongue enter his chute and it sent him ito paroxysms of pleasure. Then they stood up, Cookie leaned over, and Wes licked away at the man's hole. He thought he could still taste the candy on it. At lunch, Wes ran around the kitchen helping Cookie serve the hot pizza to all the campers. Barry was glad to see him so happy. He knew Cookie would work his magic. In the afternoon, they were back in the cabin with Lee and his new Big Buddy, Hank. They decided to play strip poker. Appropriately, they played with a deck featuring naked gay porn stars. There were only six items of clothing, T, Shorts, shoes and socks, so it wasn't long before all were naked. Then the boys wanted to practice some of the new camp skills they had learned. They started with blow jobs. The boys sucked off their Big Buddies, then switched men and sucked them off again. And each man sucked both boys. In the end each boy's face was covered in cum, but the lads were not finished yet. They wanted to have a rimming orgy as well. Wes was amazed how far Hank could push his tongue up his little ass. They talked about fucking but decided to wait until bedtime for the men to fuck them. Instead the boys tried fucking the men with their tools. At three inches for Wes and only slightly more for Lee, their cocks weren't really up to the task, but it was fun trying. Supper was again on the barbecues, and this time Wes felt extra special his Big Brother was the great Cookie. He showed Wes how to grill beef kabobs. At the evening program, there was a raunchy puppet show, more Simon Says, a session called "Are you hornier than a fifth grader," and more singing. This time it was warm, lovable Cookie who cooed in Wes's ear: 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. .oOo. The days passed, full of activity. There were some routines which remained the same every day, giving the camp a sense of continuity: breakfast, the Buddy swap, lunch, game time, swim time, barbecue supper, the evening program, the beautiful closing love song, and the inevitable bedtime fuck. Wes got a kick out of watching Cookie's helper at lunch every day. He knew how the boy had spent the morning. Sometimes the boy wore his pirate hat in the kitchen. Often he was sucking a big candy stick. Cookie's asshole was like a giant Pez dispenser! But there were also new activities that added spice to each day. On Monday, all the boys wrote postcards telling their families they were having lots of fun. There was a baseball game one day and a football game the next (shirts vs. skins). There were swimming races and field games. And every boy got a chance to ride a horse with Tex, the horse trainer. And of course, every day was different because every Big Buddy was different. Wes discovered he learned new things from each one, and began to look forward to the Buddy swaps. Each man taught him new fucking positions and jerking techniques. Larry showed him a Water Sport, they didn't play at the lake at all. Once again, Wes's dad was right; if he played along even when it seemed like a gross thing to do, he might find out it was fun after all. Wes wondered if he would ever have Tex as a Big Buddy. He heard rumors Tex did things with the horses besides riding, and feeding and brushing them down. At the Buddy Swap Wednesday morning, Lee and Wes stood together wondering what Big Buddies they were assigned for the next twentyfour hours. They giggled wondering whose big cocks they were about to give their young assholes to. When they saw Harry and Jerry walking toward them, they looked at each other with big happy smiles. Harry and Jerry were two brothers in their late 20's. Extremely competitive, they had raised sibling rivalry to a major art form. They were constantly competing. They had races, on land, in the water, even on horseback. They wrestled, arm-wrestled, and thumb-wrestled. They challenged each other in tennis and basketball. They played cutthroat Ping-Pong and Rock-Scissors-Paper with a vengeance. There were eating contests, staring contests, and farting contests. Each insisted his cock was a half inch longer than his brother's, and at the drop of a hat, they'd have a pissing contest, or a fucking contest. Before each competition, they would solicit the! ir little buddies' help in determining the appropriate stakes, what the penalty would be for the loser. Wes and Lee had seen the loser get down on all fours in the middle of lunch and squeal like a pig. Lee saw Jerry lower his shorts to get twenty ass-spankings from their two boys. Wes had witnessed Harry sitting bare-assed on the ground with his hands on his head, watching his brother fuck both their boys; Harry was not allowed to masturbate while he was forced to watch the stimulating show. Wes and Lee couldn't wait for this day to begin. The brothers had already moved into Wes and Lee's cabin so now, Harry picked Wes up and Jerry grabbed Lee and they ran to the lake. They jumped into canoes to race to the opposite shore, shouting at each other about what the penalty was going to be. The boys decided the loser would have to swim back, and for good measure do it naked. The brothers eyed each other, keeping their canoes only feet apart. Any good racer knows, you don't needlessly expend energy in midcourse. You save it for the finish. So as the trees on the far shore began to loom larger, they picked up their pace until they were both paddling furiously. Wes and Lee were yelling encouragement. Even though the penalty didn't involve them, they had still caught the competitive bug and neither wanted to be in the losing canoe. Harry and Wes arrived at the shore a half length ahead of Jerry and Lee. They jumped out and Harry snidely offered to help pull his brother in. Immediately, Wes grabbed Jerry's shorts and! pulled them down his legs, giggling, "You lose! You lose!" Both boys then stood and stared at Jerry's appendage. "Yeah, take a good look, boys! Now you see who's got the balls in the family. Wes, Kid, I feel sorry for you. You have to settle for my brother's tiny weenie. Lee is the lucky boy today!" "Don't pay any attention to him, Wes. He's just jealous. He knows mine is bigger. In fact, I bet you and me together got more dick than them two." "Oh, yeah, Brother? Put your money where your mouth is. What's it going to be? Come on, boys, let's think of a good penalty for the short-dicked team." Uh-oh. This time Wes and Lee were going to be very much a part of the contest. They asked to discuss it in private. They walked down the beach away from the brothers and came up with something they could both live with if necessary. The short-dicked team would have to eat their lunch off the chow hall floor. The Brothers approved. Then everyone got out of their shorts and started beating meat. Jerry asked Lee if he'd brought his knife. He hadn't but Wes had, scoring another victory. Jerry cut a green twig off a nearby tree, and stripped off two lengths of bark. Then he went back to his jerking. Harry declared at the count of three, all masturbation must stop and the measurements taken. Together, the four beat away furiously while counting, "one...two...three!" ----- Which team will win this contest, and what further competitions are in store for Wes and Lee? 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