Date: Sun, 01 Jul 2007 08:43:21 -0400 (EDT) From: Herb Cat Subject: Ten-year olds at Camp Pt 3 Ten-Year Olds at Camp - Part 3 of 6 Parts 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 continued, "OK, what I meant to say was, we need two groups. One group is going to sing the first line, and the other group the second line. Then everyone will sing the next line. Well, you'll see. It's called 'Every Way I Can.' The tables on this side will be group one, and on this side group two, OK. And men, help your boys with the words. Now then, not too loud, this is a sweet soft romantic song." Hi played an introduction and the men on one side began singing, answered by the other side: Group 1: I want to make you happy. Group 2: I want to make you happy. Everybody: I want to make you happy Every way I can. Group 1: You already made me happy. Group 2: You already made me happy. Everybody: That's why I want to make you happy Every way I can. "Beautiful, beautiful, once more, same groups. Boys, you join in now. You look like smart boys. I bet you've learned all the words already." They sang it a couple more times, switching the two groups. Then, finally, all the men were group 1, and all the boys group 2. Each man looked into the face of his small cherub who looked back at him and sang, "I want to make you happy," meaning every single word. Barry and Wes left the chow hall, and Barry said they had about ninety minutes before the lifeguards opened the beach. He gave Wes several options, Tennis, Boating, Billiards. But Wes said he was a little tired and asked if they could just sit awhile "like we was doing before lunch." "I'd like that very much, Sport." This time Barry led Wes to a quiet path that took them into the woods a ways, away from the others. They turned a corner and there in front of them was a tree house. "I think this would be a great place to rest a while, what do you think?" "Wow, this is super." Barry helped Wes up the rope ladder, then climbed up himself and pulled the ladder up after them. "This way we'll be alone." The two lay on the floor and Barry ran his fingers through Wes's hair. Wes squirmed. "Too bad there ain't a mattress up here. This floor is kinda hard. At least a pillow, you know?" "Well, let's see, Sport. You know, I want to make you happy every way I can. We're camping now, so we have to find ways to make do, so..." Barry stood up, took off his clothes, and stuffed his shorts into his shirt for a makeshift pillow. "Try that." Wes laid his head on it, then looked at Barry a little sheepishly. "I think it needs to be softer." Wes stood up and took off his own clothes and added them to Barry's shirt. "Yeah, now that's much better," he grinned. "You bet it is. It's much better indeed." Wes lay with his head on the new pillow, his lovely young naked body sprawled on the floor. Barry lay back down with his head near Wes's knees and his own naked cock even with Wes's head. He began petting Wes's sweet nail and tiny marbles. Wes responded in kind, his tiny hand sending shivers of delight through Barry's huge tool. Barry and Wes started softly singing their new love song: 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." "Uh, Barry?" "Yeah, Sport?" Barry glanced at Wes's face, his eyes wide staring at Barry's erect cock. "Uh, your peepee is getting wet, but it don't look like piss." "No, Wes, it isn't piss. It's called precum and it just means you really are making me happy." "Wow, really? Cool!" Wes resumed his manipulation. A minute went by. "Uh, Barry, youâ^À^Ùre making lots of precum stuff. I'm getting it on my hand." Wes licked his hand and shrugged. What he did next surprised Barry. Wes leaned over and licked the shiny precum-coated cock. Barry took the next step and swallowed Wes's little dick, balls and all, sucking on the sweet little nail. Wes started to do Barry the same way, but immediately gagged. "Slow down, Sport. My cock is too big for you to take all at once. Just take the very end into your mouth. Yeah, that's great. Oh, Man, Wes, now I am super happy." Barry once again resumed his oral treatment of his little Buddyâ^À^Ùs tool. But soon, the inevitable. Barryâ^À^Ùs body stiffened. He pulled his cock out of Wesâ^À^Ùs mouth and let out a loud roar. In a moment, Wesâ^À^Ùs face was covered in mancream. Jet after ropey jet shot out on the confused and somewhat concerned little boy. When the last shot hurled forth, Barry spun around, grabbed the boy in the arms, and planted a big kiss on his cum-dripping mouth. "Wes, you are amazing! That was super wonderful! I love you." "What is that stuff? It feels all sticky?" "Hehe, sorry, Sport. It's called cum. Here, let me lick some of it off your face." To Wes, it felt like Gino's dog when he meets Wes and starts licking his face. "Come on, the beach is about to open. You can wash the rest off in the lake. Let's run and get our bathing suits." After Barry handed Wes his clothes, he put on his shirt and smiled because it now had the lovely essence of boy sweat mixed with his own. They quickly got dressed, dropped the ladder, and ran from the tree house. After a while, Barry swooped Wes up onto his shoulders and whooped as he ran the rest of the way. In the cabin, they tucked their male stuff into matching blue speedos, grabbed towels and headed for the beach. .oOo. "My friend Nicholas came last year and said it was super great. He told one of the men about me and he came and spoke to my mom and now here I am! Yippee!" Wes was listening to his assigned swim buddy, Victor, tell how he heard about the camp. They were sitting on the float out in the lake, after having swum, dived, and splashed their little asses off. Victor, with Mediterranean swarthy skin, and jet black hair, including a few tufts in his armpits and just above his speedo, was one of a handful of eleven-year olds at camp. He continued, "Nicholas is coming next week." "Really? How come he didn't come this week?" "The first week is just for Fresh Meat. Hehe. That's what they call us. Fresh Meat. Nicholas is Grade A Prime. That's the guys who come next week. After this year, we will be Grade A Prime also." "Wow! You mean we can come back? That's great." "Until you're 12. After that you're too old." "Holy Shit. That's super. I'm going to tell my pals Gino and Bobby about this place. Then they can be Fresh Meat next year." Back at the cabin, as they were changing out of their wet speedos, Wes began telling Barry about his two friends. He figured it wouldn't hurt to start putting in a good word for them. He emphasized their eagerness to have fun and their sexiness. When he said Gino was called the Italian Stallion, Barry laughed. Outside their cabin were two gas barbecues. Barry took over one and Bill the other. For the evening meal, every Big Buddy cooked for his own boy. "Well, Sport, what do you like? You name it, hot dogs? cheeseburgers?" "Can I have both?" "You betcha, Sport! An excellent choice!" Lee liked the sound of that and asked Bill for the same. The men started heating up the grills and went off to the kitchen to get the makings. Wes and Lee began comparing notes on their day. Wes told Lee about the secret tree house, well, it was just too neat to keep a secret. Wes even described what he and Barry did there. "That's called a blow job," Lee told him. "Really? So that's what a blow job is? Wow. I always heard the older kids talk about it and I never knew what it was. Now I done it! Hehe." "Yeah, well get this." Like any boy, Lee wanted to top what he had just heard, so he told Wes how Bill taught him about rimming. "Holy shit! Really? Ewwww. Wasn't it like stinky?" "No, his ass was real clean cause we was just swimming, and it was lots of fun. It felt great when he rimmed me." "Bill licked your ass?" "Yeah, and his beard tickled. But not just licking. He was like poking his tongue right inside. It made me feel all tingly." When the men returned, each showed his boy how to grill perfect wieners and patties. They guided them in flipping the meat and timing the cooking, and the results were delicious. Wes had two dogs and two burgers, along with a large dollop of potato salad. Then came slices of watermelon, and the makings for s'mores. After dinner, they joined all the other men and boys (twenty of each) in the field for an evening bonfire. The men took turns entertaining the crowd. Some told scary ghost stories. Some told jokes, the kind mothers never like to hear boys telling. They played Simon Says; "Scratch your balls. Simon didn't say scratch your balls. You're out!" There was a men's quartet that sang several barbershop songs. And Hi led the group in many camp songs, some old, some new. The last song of the night was a special one. Hi told each man to hold his buddy close and sing to him. He gave the pitch on his keyboard, then turned and hugged his own boy, Aaron. All the men began singing a cappela. It was like a lullaby. At the end of the first line, each man spoke the name of his own boy, so Wes listened as Barry sang to him: 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. Everyone stood up and began quietly walking back to their cabins, still singing. Barry hugged Wes tight as they walked and Wes felt a tear in his eye, but hoped he wouldn't start bawling in front of Barry. He was just so fucking happy. In the cabin, it suddenly dawned on Wes what the sleeping arrangements were. He and Barry would be in one bed, and Lee and Bill in the other. Lee asked about pajamas, and Bill explained everyone slept naked at camp. They all got undressed, brushed their teeth, and settled into bed. Wes remembered the previous summer, right after Gino went to camp, his father got a phone call he was homesick. Wes heard his dad and Gino's dad talking about it, but he never mentioned it to Gino. He knew it would embarrass him if he knew Wes knew. But now Wes was wondering why he wasn't homesick. He loved his Mom and Dad a lot. But everyone here at camp was so fucking nice. He was doing things he'd never done before and learning new things every time he turned around. And now here he was, in bed with a wonderful older man's arms wrapped around his naked body, the man's big hand gently fondling his little boy parts, and the man's excited cock pressed firmly between his ass cheeks begging for entrance. The man was whispering softly in his ear, "I love you, Wes, I really do think you are neat, and you really did make my day complete. I want to show you my love in a very special way, Wes. I don't want to hurt you, but if you do just what I say, you will enjoy this as well.! " Barry's words reminded Wes of what his father's had told him, as long as he wasn't being hurt, he should play along. That he would find it would be fun. So as they lay on the bed together, Wes did just what Barry told him. .oOo. "Come on, sleepyhead. Time to wake up." Barry was giving Wes a gentle shove. The sun was up. And Lee and Bill were already up, horsing around. Bill was teaching Lee how to snap his towel on a naked ass. But Wes was still dead to the world. "OK, Sport, I hate to do this, but I have to." Barry began mercilessly tickling his little friend, the precious boy whose cherry he had plucked the night before. "Stop! Stop! Stop! I'll get up! Stop tickling me!" Wes was giggling uncontrollably. He opened his eyes and saw his beautiful lover standing over him in all his natural glory. He glanced over at the other bed and now saw Bill and Lee passionately kissing each other. Bill had his finger inside Lee's hole. Barry said to Bill, "I think we'll take our shower first, OK?" He got a muffled uh-huh. Barry picked Wes up out of bed and carried him over to the bathroom. "You gotta shit first, Sport?" Wes nodded, and sat on the toilet while Barry stood over him smiling. He glanced back at the bed and saw Bill and Lee were watching him too. "Hell, does everyone have to watch me take a crap?!" "No secrets here, Sport!" Barry handed him a wad of TP and Wes wiped off. Then they got in the shower together and began soaping each other up. When Barry soaped Wes's asshole, he asked him if it felt ok. "Yeah, it's a little sore maybe, but it was worth it. I liked it a lot." "So did I, Sport, so did I." As the waters cascaded over their naked bodies, Barry kissed Wes over and over. They got dressed and walked to the chow hall for breakfast. A number of the boys were walking sort of awkwardly, but they all had big grins on their faces and were holding their Big Buddies extra tight. The breakfast crew was Jim (who was nicknamed Little Cookie) and his boy Jose, Wes's chicano vanmate. Wes remembered holding Jose's cock one time when they were singing in the van. He remembered Jose was cut. Wes wasnâ^À^Ùt. Wes now noticed Jose looked tired. He must have gotten up early. Breakfast consisted of all kinds of juices, fresh fruit, an assortment of cold cereals, some hot oatmeal which Barry selected, pancakes with lots of syrup, eggs, sausage, bacon, anything you wanted. Wes ate a big stack of pancakes. After breakfast, everyone went outside. Barry crouched down and explained to Wes he really loved being Wes's Big Buddy the first day, and he would always remember him. But each day he would have a new Big Buddy. That way, he would get lots of friends. This time Wes couldn't hold the tears back. Barry kissed him. Other boys also were crying and getting reassurances from their Big Buddies. Then the men began moving around. ----- Poor Wes just lost the man who had become so special to him, the one who held the key to his heart, as well as the key that opened his boyhole. Will he survive? Every Nifty author loves to get mail from his readers. 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