Date: Thu, 05 Jul 2007 07:19:41 -0400 (EDT) From: Herb Cat Subject: Ten-year olds at Camp Pt 5 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. ----- Jerry lifted Lee up on to a rock, and stood facing him. He put their cockheads together, their piss slits barely touching. Lee shuddered slightly. "Nervous?" Jerry asked him. Lee shook his head. It wasn't nervousness. It was having a man's large tool touching that most sensitive part of his boy anatomy. Harry laid one of the bark strips along the total length, and as Lee winced slightly, took the knife and cut off the extra. Then it was Wes's turn to get on the rock. Jerry measured the total Wes-Harry length and cut the bark to size. The brothers argued some, accusing each other of a long history of cheating, but finally agreed to accept the results. Four pairs of eyes now intently studied the two barks. The sticks were laid on the ground, maneuvered, rearranged, and examined in minute detail. Wes and Lee thought maybe it was a tie, but Jerry and Harry never settled any dispute in such a wimpy way. Finally, it was concluded Wes's and Harry's combined length fell an eight! inch short. Wes began to apologize to his Big Buddy, but Jerry insisted it wasn't Wes's fault. His brother had a dinky cock, that's all. He said Wes's equipment was first rate! To emphasize it, he grabbed Wes's dick and started singing the Mighty Fine Song. In fact all four stood and grabbed each others dicks and sang lustily over and over again: YEEEEESSSS!!!!! You got a dick that is mighty fine! And I got a dick that is mighty fine! I'll hold yours and you hold mine! We both got a dick that is mighty fine! The circle jerk made the brothers explode, right on their little buddies' faces. The four fell on to the sand, laughing. But of course there were still penalties to be paid. Harry threw his brother's clothes into one canoe, and he and the boys dressed. He gave the boys a quick lesson in paddling. Together, they started out from shore, Harry following them in the second canoe, shouting out hints. Naked Jerry shouted he'd see them at lunch, dove into the water and began swimming. In short order, the boys were expert boatsmen and since the lake was relatively calm, they easily made it back to camp. They helped Harry stow the canoes, then lay on their chests peering out at the lake watching for Jerry. Harry lay between them and shot a hand into each boy's shorts, and soon began fingering both holes while he bragged about all the ways he was better than his brother. At lunch, Jerry got his revenge as Harry and Wes sat on the floor eating spaghetti and meatballs. Lee kept giggling and talking about what a nice table it was, and how comfortable the benches were. Jerry "accidentally" kicked his brothers' food. "Oops, Sorry, Bro." Wes and Harry had enough. They took their ice cream and left the chow hall early. Lee and Jerry found them later and challenged them to a badminton doubles match. The losers would have to wear shuttlecocks on their cocks until swim time, so everyone in camp could see they lost. Neither Wes nor Lee had played before, so they were learning another new skill. Each brother with his buddy won once, so the third game would determine the match. It was close, but in the end, Wes and Harry won 21-19. Lee and Jerry opened their zippers and donned shuttlecocks holding them on with sneaker laces. Wes and Harry made sure everyone they passed took notice. They went to the cabin to change for swimming. But when Lee and Jerry opened their dresser drawers, the clothes fell on the floor. Wes and Harry rolled on the bed, laughing hysterically. After lunch, Harry had taught Wes the upside-down-drawer trick. Jerry whispered to Lee, "Don't worry, Kid. We'll get them back." At the lake, the four got into a splashing contest, followed by monkey in the middle, and marco polo. After a while, Jerry told his brother, "See you later. Lee has to go pee." As they walked back to the cabin, Lee asked, "Why did you say that? I didn't say I gotta pee?" Jerry explained it was payback time for the drawers. In the cabin, he taught Lee how to shortsheet a bed, Wes's bed. At supper, the brothers had a cook-off, each insisting his chili sauce was superior. The boys found both sauces made their eyes light up. During Simon Says at the campfire, the two brothers were the last ones standing. They listened intently to the directions, and it seemed like neither one was going to be put out. Finally, the leader said "Punch your brother's balls." Jerry couldn't resist and gave Harry a good sock in his groin before he could retaliate. But of course, the leader had not said "Simon Says," so even though he was doubled over in pain, Harry was laughing he'd won! The whole camp was waiting to see what the penalty was this time, so they followed Harry as he pulled his brother to the corral and threw him into the watering trough. Everybody laughed ! and then started singing the goodnight song as they wandered off to bed. Harry's voice was a little squeaky because of the testicle assault, but he still sang with heart, "I just want to tell you, Wes, I think that you are neat!..." Jerry, though dripping wet, hugged Lee and sang to him, "...I will dream about you, Lee, and all your many charms." At the cabin they got undressed, dried off, and brushed their teeth. Lee and Jerry were the first to climb into bed, and feigned starting their lovemaking. Wes and Harry were kissing and hugging. All the competition of the day had finally yielded to genuine passionate love. Wes couldn't wait to feel Harry's wonderful cock inside him. Their lips still locked together, they went to their bed. Harry slipped the cover and sheet down from the pillow and they started to crawl in. "Oh, Shit!" Harry yelled as his legs couldn't stretch out Lee and Jerry sat up laughing, "Got you back! Got you back!" Harry and Wes got up and remade the bed and climbed back in. It didn't take long to get the mood back, but Harry whispered in the boy's ear, "It's not over yet." At dawn, Harry shook Wes to get up quietly. Wes could see Lee and Jerry were still sleeping, breathing softly. The blanket had been kicked off, the sheet was covering them from the waist down. Jerry's arm was wrapped lovingly around his boy's Asian body. Harry put his finger on his lips and went into the bathroom. He soaked a washcloth in warm water, then tiptoed back to the beds and laid it on Lee's hand. Pulling the top sheet down a little further, he whispered, "Now watch." Predictably, in a minute, Lee's precious penis was spouting golden juice. Soon a large yellow circle had formed on the bed. Wes and Harry got back into bed and waited. It seemed Lee might continue to sleep, but Jerry began to stir, "What the fuck?" He sat up and startled Lee. The boy looked at what had happened and started to cry. "I'm sorry, Jerry, I ain't wet my bed since I was three. I'm awful sorry!" But Jerry saw the washcloth. "You didn't do it, Lee. Don't you cry. It was my mean brother. He made you wet the bed!" Jerry jumped up and saw Harry in bed grinning. "Fuck you, man! You are the lowest motherfucker slimeball on earth!" He started punching his brother, but Wes started punching him. "You short sheeted our bed. We was all set to make horny love and you ruined it. It's your own fault, Jerry." All four were now wide awake, and suddenly they all started laughing! Lee was glad to learn a new trick. He was going to try it out on his brother back home. Wes and Harry helped them strip off the wet sheets and throw them in the hamper, but the mattress was soaked as well. It would have to air out in the sun. And then everyone in camp would know someone wet the bed. Jerry hugged Lee, "Don't you worry, you didn't wet the bed. I did! It was part of a pissing contest and I was the winner! I always beat my brother. He's a lousy pisser! He aint got enough pee to wash a dirty flea, and look at me, Shit, I nearly drowned you with all my piss!" He hugged Lee tight. Harry retorted, "At least mine goes in the toilet!... Well, most of the time anyway. Hehe." They carried the mattress out and laid it on the picnic table in the sun. Lee and Wes knew they were going to miss the Brothers after that morning's Buddy Swap. On Thursday Wes's Big Buddy was Fred. Fred the Footman. Fred had a fetish not just for young boys, but for young boys' feet. Throughout the day, he'd take off Wes's Adidas, give them a long sniff, then his socks, inhale their boy perfume, and then he'd caress his ten little toes. He licked them and kissed them and slathered them in spit. He laid down and had Wes sit on his face, and while he rimmed Wes's sweet ass, Wes played footsie with his cock. Wes thought it was weird at first, but when he discovered how turned on Fred got, and how hard he could fuck, he saw all the foot foreplay was worth it. Fred even let Wes fuck HIS ass, sort of. Not with his tiny boy nail, but with his boy foot! When Wes wiggled his little toes around inside the man's chute, Fred spouted cum like Vesuvius! That afternoon, the boys were all given their own dildos and taught how to use them safely. Throughout camp you could see boys probing their asses with their new toys. Most brought them to the campfire that night. It delighted the men to watch prepubescent ten-year old boys discovering the pleasures of anal stimulation. On Friday, Wes's Big Buddy was Julio, a black man in charge of laundry, so right after Buddy Swap, they went to all the cabins and collected the dirty clothes, towels, and some of the sheets. In the laundry, Wes looked at the huge heap and wondered if they'd ever get a chance to play that day. But Julio knew how to turn work into fun. He told Wes to add the clothes he was wearing to the heap, and Julio stripped down also. Wes had only worn them a couple hours, but he quickly took them off, then naked helped Julio load up all the machines, and followed his instructions about adding detergent. When he pushed all the buttons to start the machines, Julio said, "Houston, we have liftoff," and Wes giggled. "OK, Spaceman, what can we do while we wait for reentry?" Julio was already sitting on the bench whacking his big black meat. Wes grinned and jumped into his lap. They kissed and fondled and rimmed and sucked each other and just as Julio shot his last wad up Wes's asshol! e, the machines stopped. They moved all the clothes into the big dryers and started a new round of EVAs. When they emptied the dryers, Julio threw Wes a nice, warm fluffy towel to dry off his sticky thighs. They found two sets of clothes marked with ther names and headed to the chow hall. After lunch, they quickly sorted the rest of the clothes and delivered them to the right cabins, so there was lots of time for more fun. The program Friday night was a game called "Stick 'Em Up." Jeremy explained the rules at the campfire. Every boy was given a bunch of blue dogtags to hang around his neck, with his name on each one. The men were given black dogtags. The Big Buddies would be given five minutes to hide in the woods (well, they knew better than to hide too well). Then the boys would run out looking. When a boy found a man, the following interchange was to take place: Boy: Stick 'Em Up! Man (arms in the air): please don't hurt me. What do you want? Boy: Give me your cum! Man: Do I have to? Boy: Yes, Damnit! A few boys and men were called up to practice the lines until everyone thought they had them memorized. After the "Damnit" the man then had to fuck the boy. If he succeeded in putting his sperm up the boy's chute, then they would trade dog tags. No cheating; everyone was on his honor; no trading dogtags without first trading cum! When the camp bell rang they were to stop and reassemble at the campfire. The boy with the most black dog tags (and the fullest asshole) and the man with the most blue ones would each get a prize. After the men left to "hide," Wes couldn't wait for the five minutes to pass. He had already been fucked by the seven Big Buddies he'd had, as well as a few of Lee's Big Buddies, and one of Victor's Big Buddies who saw Wes's sweet ass and just fucked him for the hell of it one afternoon. Wes loved having a man's cock shoot cum up his ass. He saw other boys taking off their shorts and realized the fucks could take less time that way, so Wes did so also.! He looked at his collection of blue dogtags and wondered what he'd do if he ran out. Jeremy blew his whistle, and the boys went running. One smarty ran right up to Jeremy for his first fuck. Wes wished he had thought of that. He lit his flashlight and went running into the woods, but other boys had started faster. He heard boys shouting "Stick 'em up!" and saw others getting their asses pounded. Finally he spotted Doc beating his meat with one hand, holding a tube of KY in the other. Wes: Stick 'Em Up! Doc (arms in the air): please don't hurt me. What do you want? Wes: Yes, Damnit! No, no, I mean, Give me your cum! Doc (trying not to giggle): Do I have to? Wes: Yes, Damnit! Wes leaned against a tree, Doc grabbed his hips and pushed his cock inside. It was not the gentle fuck Wes had been getting each night in bed, with lots of foreplay and continuous caressing. This was straight and to the point. Wham! Bam! Thank you Sam! Wes felt Doc's body tense, and his piston cock stopped. Then he felt eruptions of warm cum filling his boy chute. Doc gave him a quick kiss, and Wes went running off. "Wait!" Doc called him back. They exchanged dogtags, and Doc took his limp cock in his hand and started jerking again. Wes found Bill next. He had a blue dogtag on his neck so he must have fucked some kid already. Wes liked Bill. He liked the way his beard felt when Bill kissed him or rimmed his ass. "Stick 'Em Up, Bill!" "Wes, I'd really love to, you know I do, but kid, Hugh just emptied all my cum and it's going to take me a while to make more. You better not waste time waiting. Go see if you can find someone else." Shit, Wes realized men need time between fucks. He hadn't counted on that. "Look for a young man, Wes. You'll have more luck." "Thanks, Bill, maybe I'll come back later." Wes ran off and soon spotted George. Yeah he was young. He saw he had two blue tags already yet his cock was fully erect. Wes: Stick 'Em Up, George! (which seemed unnecessary since it was already sticking up!) Man (arms in the air): please don't hurt me, Wes. What do you want? Boy: Give me your cum, George! Man: Do I have to, Wes? Boy: Yes, Damnit! Damnit! Damnit! Sure enough, young George filled Wes's chute, they exchanged tags, and he was still erect! Right away Lee spotted him, "Stick 'Em Up." And Wes went off in search of more young men. He felt the mixture of George's and Doc's juices running down his thighs, and thought this is sure a fun game. But by the time the bell rang, he only had five black tags. The fifth one was Bill's. Wes had gone back to find him and this time he was pumped and waiting. Wes's blue tag was only the second one Bill got that night, but it was a special treasure to him. Toward the end, the men were eyeing the boys and if they saw one with only one or two black tags, they made sure to help him out. They didn't want any boy to end the evening without getting a good share of cum. When the scores were taken, it turned out Wes had come in third among the boys! Not bad. Clyde took first place with eight black tags! Shit, where did that kid get such a talented asshole! The men who had not been Clyde's Big B! uddy yet began wondering if they were on his list for the days ahead. Clyde got a gold medal "World's Greatest Asshole" that he wore proudly around his neck. He also got to have two Big Buddies the next day. The winning man, (George of course, with seven blue tags) would have two boys the next day. ----- Wes is sure having a lot of fun at camp. He didn't win the game, but don't worry, the next day holds a special surprise. 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. 3035