Date: Fri, 06 Jul 2007 09:14:13 -0400 (EDT) From: Herb Cat Subject: Ten-year olds at Camp Pt 6 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. ----- After the game, big black Julio softly crooned the closing song, "I just want to tell you, Wes, I think that you are neat!" Everyone headed off to bed. Wes felt so loved here at camp. It didn't matter he hadn't won the game. Every night, a different man sang to him and the words seemed to flow right from his heart. Julio added his juice to the cocktail already in Wes's hole, and both slept soundly. The second Saturday was an exciting day. At the Buddy Swap, Wes learned he and Sammy would be George's prizes for the day. Both boys felt so proud. Then the RVs started arriving. There were ten in all, huge things with rooms that expanded out the sides. These would be used by the Grade A Primes that would be coming. Many new men were also arriving. Unfortunately, a few of the Big Buddies also had to leave. Their job commitments prevented them from staying the full two weeks. Wes said goodbye to Raymond his Big Buddy from Thursday, Chris his van driver who was the first man ever to squeeze Wes's boytool, and Barry the man who opened his back door once and for all, to the marvelous joys of fucking. The boys also called their parents to again reassure them they were all fine, healthy, unhurt, and happy. Wes told his Dad, "You know, Dad, you was right, I been playing along, even when some stuff was like strange. And then I found out they was really fun. Thanks, Dad. I love you." Just before lunch, a bus pulled up, and twenty Grade A Primes, already in their camp uniforms, climbed out. Wes stood by as Victor ran up to give Nicholas a high-five. He began animatedly telling him about all the cool things he'd done. "See, I told you!" Nicholas replied. George took his two buddies into lunch and they sat at the winners' table with Clyde and his lucky two Big Buddies. New tables had been added to accommodate the extra men and Grade A Primes, so things were a little tight. Cookie had his hands full with twice as many mouths to satisfy. No one seemed to mind, however. The fact their asses were more tightly squeezed together just meant for more groping. If you glanced around, you would often see a man or boy eating with one hand. The boy would have his other hand inside the front of the man's shorts. The man's free hand would be down the back of the boy's shorts. You might see a boy and man sharing a bite of food, like a carrot, eating it from opposite ends until their mouths met in a kiss. One boy was eating his lunch, sitting on the man's lap, already getting fucked by the Big Buddy he'd only met a few hours earlier. He wanted to give this man pleasure, because he knew it would be returned in kind. The lyrics they learned! was not simply a camp song, it was a philosophy of life: I want to make you happy every way I can. You already made me happy. That's why I want to make you happy every way I can. After a dessert of strawberry shortcake, George took his two prizes out to the tennis court. He noticed them whispering to each other. "Uh, George?" "Yes, Wes?" "Do you, uh, still got any cum left? I mean, you was the best fucker last night in the game, so I hope you still got some left for Sammy and me." "Hehe, you horny little kids. You want me to fuck you?" "Yeah!" both boys shouted. "Scamps, I'm going to fuck you over and over and over, 'til you beg for mercy!!" "Yippee!" In a shot, both boys had their shorts off and were pushing each other to get their ass in front of George. "Me first! No, Me first!" This rivalry of course had happened other years. George was no stranger to the best fucker award. He had started coming to camp as a college student three years ago. His father was one of the camp directors. Now he was working on Madison Avenue, but each summer he made sure to keep these two weeks free. Camp kept him young. "Don't worry, boys, George will have plenty for both of you. Now who gets fucked first? We have to decide fair and square." George pulled out two dogtags from the previous night, one read Wes and the other Sammy. He dropped his shorts and pushed both tags up his asshole, with the chains hanging out. "OK, you two have to choose one chain, bring it around and hook it over George's dick. You have to choose together, and there will be no arguing over the results." Wes and Sammy played with the identical chains hanging out of George's ass. There was no way of knowing which was which. Finally, after some eeny meeny mineys and moes, they chose one and hooked! it on the tool. George scrunched up his face and pushed and two dogtags plopped out. Wes's fell on the ground. Sammy shouted yippee. "OK, but, Wes, I want to suck your beautiful little dick while I fuck Sammy's ass." And so it started. There by the clay court, passersby saw either Sammy or Wes flat on his back on the bench, his legs splayed, his feet by his shoulders, George's cock pumping away at his ass, while George's mouth was vigorously sucking his little friend. Each time George shot his load, they traded places, and sure enough George was instantly ready to fuck again. After a few rotations, they did doggy, then lap. There was no stopping the cum machine. But the boys never cried for mercy. They probably would have continued for hours but someone shouted, "Hey, George! We want to play some tennis, do you mind?" The members of the ménage à trois looked up, and laughed. They picked up their shorts and sauntered off, bare-assed. As they rounded a bend in the path, George reached down and inserted a middle finger in each boy's cumlined ass. This made them both squeak and they had to walk on tip toe. They collapsed behind the backstop where a baseball game was in progress: Fresh Meat and their Big Buddies vs. Grade A primes and theirs. "So, tell me, Wes, Sammy, what things have you learned this week? I mean besides fucking. It's clear you got that down pat." The boys recited their lessons about jerking, rimming, sucking, and water sports. George played like he didn't understand and insisted on a demonstration. So the boys pushed him down on the ground and tag teamed. First they jerked him off, their twenty tiny fingers manipulating his masterful cock every which way. Then they made him kneel and put his shoulders on the ground so his ass was high and exposed and the boys licked from the top of his crack to his balls and back again, then pushed their tiny tongues as far as they could into his assho! le. They flipped him over again and sucked his dick and balls in tandem, 'til his precum was flowing like a fountain. Then they peed on his face. At that they heard applause and turned to see both baseball teams watching them. Wes and Sammy took a bow. They insisted it was time for more fucking. George was certainly primed again. They went behind the bleachers and began stealing more of George's cum as the game resumed on the field. By now, the boys knew they didn't have to compete for George's cock. He had an ample supply of sperm for both of them. All three began going at it at a more leisurely pace. But if the boys thought all competition had ended, however, George raised a new problem. "Now, we got ourselves a big decision to make here, boys. We can all sleep in Sammy's bed tonight or in Wes's bed." Neither boy felt like moving, even for one night, so once again two dogtags went up George's ass. The game was between innings, so George called the umpire, Randy, over to h! ook one of the chains on his cock. This time when his hole spat out th e dogtags, Sammy's fell on the ground and Wes yelled Yippee. They slipped their shorts on, but both boys had moist sticky circles on their back sides. As George escorted his charges back to the cabins, other men shook their heads in wonder. A rumor was circulating that in reality, George was twins and when no one was looking the twins switched places. What else could explain the man's amazing virility? They stopped briefly at Sammy's cabin to pick up his toothbrush, and clean clothes for the next day. His roommate was happy he and his Big Buddy would have the cabin to themselves for one night. He joked that Sammy snored. At the grill, George proved he had skills other than fucking. The boys found the bratwurst he cooked as delicious as the one between his legs. At the campfire, George showed off his musical talent. He played a guitar and sang some songs. Then he sat beside Wes and Sammy as other guys performed skits, told jokes, and of course Hi led everyone in camp songs. The group was now twice as large, and the singing carried off into the woods. Actually, George didn't exactly sit beside the boys. He took turns sitting under them, giving them juicy lap fucks throughout the program. At the end, as all the other men crooned, George held his two prizes and sang: I just want to tell you, Wes and Sammy, I think that you both are neat! I also want to tell you that You made my day complete. When we go to bed tonight, I'll take you both in my arms And I will dream about you both, Sammy and Wes, And all your many charms. He then propped one boy up on each shoulder and carried them back to Wes's cabin. That night, in Wes's bed, George fucked each boy several times before they went to sleep. Lee and his Big Buddy found it all entertaining as well, not to mention stimulating. Like watching a nonstop porn movie. Throughout the night, George woke each boy up separately for more fucks. In the morning, both boys were tired and walking pretty bowlegged to breakfast. Tex told them they looked like cowboys. Boys who had been with George earlier in the week smiled sympathetically. Wes and Sammy were just as glad to have the Buddy swap that morning. George was great for twentyfour hours, but they weren't sure their asses could take any more without, as he said "begging for mercy." On Monday it rained all day. Men and boys ran from building to building. Raincoats were distributed. And the equipment in the game hall got lots of use, the pool tables, knock hockey, video games, Ping-Pong. There were several card games, and board games. Shutterbug set up a DVD in one corner showing highlights of the previous week. Of course, all the boys and men also knew plenty of fun things to do on a rainy day as long as there were cocks and assholes handy, so no one complained about the weather. By the time Friday came around, Wes knew all the men in camp, and had had most of their cocks up his ass. He had made many friends among the boys as well. Boys of all races, shapes and sizes, but all united in their newfound excitement for anal sex. Doc was relieved another camp season was drawing to a close without major mishap. There were the usual scrapes and insect bites, poison ivy and muscle cramps. But thankfully no broken bones or anything serious. He was especially glad all those tender young rosebuds had been plucked without getting torn to shreds. Every year before camp opens, Doc lectures the men strongly about the need for lubrication when dealing with such fragile sphincters, and the men out of their deep love for boys listen and follow his advice. That night around the campfire, the mood was very different from the "Stick 'Em Up" orgy of the week before. This time, the fresh meat were given a serious talk about secrecy. Camp was like a family, and there are many things no one should ever talk about outside of the family. They should not tell anyone about the sex games they played. Not their teachers. Not their parents. Nobody. They were told how all the Big Buddies, their new friends, could go to jail if even one boy said anything. It was scary to think all these kind and loving men could be destroyed by one loose tongue. Everyone stood and recited the oath of secrecy. Then some Grade A Primes stood up and described what the year since last summer had been like. Some had close calls but they managed to guard the sacred trust they'd been given. One told how his Mom discovered his dildo one day and he quickly made up a story about finding it in the park. Thom said his parents from Cambodia were struggling to learn English. So he taught them the Mighty Fine Song, (well, not all the verses, hehe.) He also taught them, "I just want to tell you, Thom, I think that you are neat!" His mother asked him what it meant to "take you in my arms." He told her that was just an expression. Now he hears his parents singing the song to each other at night. Nicholas said when his parents ask him to take out the garbage, he doesnâ^À^Ùt complain like he used to. Instead he sings, "I want to make you happy every way I can." So they think the camp is wonderful. He also said last Spring he got together with three other boys from camp and four of the men. They to! ld their parents the men were taking them for a day at the zoo. After an hour at the zoo, they went to a hotel and played the way they did in camp. When Wes climbed into Doc's van the next day after lunch for the ride back to the city, he had a new backpack filled with his freshly laundered clothes, old and new, his flashlight, binoculars, knife, and carefully hidden his dildo. He also had a personalized album of camp photos from Shutterbug, showing him riding horses, swimming, playing ball, all good wholesome camp activities. To forestall embarrassing questions, someone had also packed six laundered (though unused) pairs of underwear and a set of pjs. In his mind he held wonderful memories, and great new knowledge about marvelous fun activities, and in his heart he held a special place for all the kind gentle men who sang him to sleep each night: 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 is back home from camp. But he is not the same boy that left. Sure his hole was filled there, repeatedly. But his mind was also filled with wonderful memories, and his heart was filled with love. My original plan was to end the story here. However, I got so many letters from appreciative readers (more than for any of my other stories), that I decided to add more. There will be five more chapters, for a total of eleven. 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.