Date: Fri, 04 Mar 2011 18:54:01 -0600
From: michaelpete@hushmail.com
Subject: Malcolm 9

Be advised that in the following one will find graphic sexual depiction
between minors and minors and adults. The story is fiction but based on
real characters, events, places and situations. There is no relationship
between the names used and that of any real person. Send comments to:
michaelpete@hushmail.com Michael Peterson

MALCOLM

CHAPTER 9 -- CAMP McFARLANE 3

	That evening after dinner, lying side by side in our pajamas on my
top bunk, Georgie had an idea how to get the upper hand with Master
Washburn.
	"What if two kids who Washburn didn't know saw him fucking Barney
and he knew they saw him? He would have to worry those two kids were going
to rat on him, right? Then what if Barney said he knew who the two kids
were but wouldn't tell Washburn who they were but could tell them not to
say anything if Washburn stopped blackmailing, because that's what it is?
What do you think of that?"
	"The two kids are us?"
	"Of course. So? He won't know."
	"What if he sees us?"
	"No, we hide and yell or something but don't let him see our
faces. We can wear hats and stuff."
	"But he'll run after us," I said without thinking.
	"Naked?"
	"That's neat!" I said. "The minute Master Washburn puts his penis
in Barney's rear end, we can make some noise or something from anywhere we
want as long as the Master doesn't see our faces. Then Barney can make him
take it out and tell him to go away and not to say anything or he'll tell
us to say what we saw." It sounded like a good idea but I had a concern.
	Georgie had a thought. "How's Barney supposed to know who we are?"
	That was a quandary. "Maybe he can say he saw us, or something,
like he saw us before when they were heading up to the rocks. I don't
know. Anyhow, what about the senator, Washburn's father? Can't he do
something?"
	"Nah. Even if he finds out who we are, he doesn't know anything bad
about us. And my father's got friends in Washington. He told me."
	In the morning at breakfast, we told Barney to meet us outside near
our cabin. Washburn's cabin was on the other side with the teenagers. All
three came. All three liked the idea immediately, even Michael who worried
a lot.
	They were to meet Washburn on the trail at one. We borrowed caps
with earflaps from a kid in our cabin who had three in one of his two
trunks. The boy said he hated them but his mother was always making him
wear hats and sweaters if it got just a bit cool.
	"When you get done with them, throw them away. Just don't bring
them back," he insisted.
	We took our time eating lunch. Georgie kept an eye on Washburn
eating with his group at the other end of the dining hall. He looked around
before he left, in the general direction of the table where Barney's group
ate. Georgie slowly opened a banana and bit off small pieces. It turned me
on watching his lips curl up slightly as he removed each chunk.
	The plan was for us to leave our cabin at about one, putting us ten
minutes behind the others. Barney would hurry things along so Washburn
would be naked by the time we neared the place where we'd allow ourselves
to be noticed watching the goings on. The location Washburn had chosen for
his sex was actually well hidden. There was only one observation point on
the side of the hill, the spot from which we'd seen them the previous
Saturday.
    	We watched the clock over the entry hall without a word. Georgie
was anxious. I was worried. The concept of United States Senator wasn't
clear to me but the power he must have had I found easy to equate with my
father's power over me. I had resisted and fought him but, in the end,
always lost. If this didn't come off as Georgie envisaged it and Master
Washburn learned who we were, and, worse, connected us with Barney and his
friends, my father would be informed and nothing frightened me more than
how he'd react to learning his son was a homo and was having homo sex with
a bunch of boys. I shivered at the thought.

	"It's one. Let's go."

	"Georgie, What if..."
	"Don't worry. Let's go."
	I couldn't turn Georgie down. I'd grown nearly as dependent on his
friendship as I was on Freddy's.
	Fifteen minutes later, the caps with their great earflaps pulled
down to out eyebrows, bent over low as we could without falling down, we
stepped carefully and slowly toward the vantage point. There was no wind to
cover sound, just the little noises and talking the three boys promised to
mask our approach. We'd only be fifteen or sixteen yards away when we
reached the spot. I pulled the cap down even lower and hunched my shoulders
as though that would help disguise me.
	Just before we reached the position, I heard muffled voices. One,
possibly Harry's, sounded raised in anger. Georgie crawled behind the tree
and bushes we'd hid in the week before. He motioned with his hand for me to
stop and wait. He pulled his head behind the tree and mouthed "not yet".

	Being careful of every leaf and twig, unable to stop myself from
getting to where I could see, I inched forward. Georgie peered around the
base of the tree. I crawled up his legs and looked from behind him. He was
too intent on what was going on in front of us to be irritated at my
disobedience.
	All four were naked. Harry was leaning back against a rock, holding
his soft cock. Barney was seated on the blanket with his arms over his
knees and his head down. Master Washburn was talking to Michael who seemed
unhappy about what was being discussed. Barney lifted his head and said
something including "serious damage" to the Master. The Master held his
hands out from his sides like he was explaining something. Barney stood and
said clearly, "Why don't you just fuck me and forget that?"
	The Master shook his head. His hands went out again. Michael pushed
Barney aside and said, "Okay, okay. Let's just do it."
	Barney said, "You're crazy", then something I didn't catch.
	The Master laid on his back on the blanket, his feet toward
us. Michael pushed the Vaseline jar over the head of the Master's big cock
and gave it a twist. He handed it to Barney and straddled the Master,
facing us. He squatted down over the mancock and, using his hand, lined it
up with his hole. With the Master's view blocked, Georgie got into a
squatting position. Michael was looking directly at us. He mouthed the same
words Georgie had minutes earlier to me, "not yet".
	Barney stepped to him and held his upper arm, balancing
him. Michael grimaced as he lowered himself. His eyes squeezed shut. He
grabbed Barney's arm with his free hand and embraced it. His head dropped
to his chest. He continued going down. He was taking the Master's cock
completely inside himself. I cringed at the incredible pain I was sure he
was enduring. He stopped moving. I guessed the head of the Master's cock
was well inside him. Michael wiped his eyes on Barney's arm. He was crying
from the pain. He lifted his face to us and barely susceptibly shook his
head and again mouthed, "not yet".
	Georgie muttered, "Shit."
	I was transfixed, unable to move or say anything.
	Michael lowered his head, gripped Barney and tilted his body back a
few inches. He was dropping down again, his ass nearing the Master's
crotch. He leaned back a bit more and settled on the man's lap, impaled on
his cock. His eyes came up and he nodded yes.
	Georgie stood and yelled. "What are you guys doing in there?"
	The Master looked around Michael's hip, eyes wide.
	Georgie shouted. "It's Master Washburn!"
	The Master pushed Michael off him. His cock snapped back as it was
yanked out of Michael's ass.
	Barney yelled, "Run! Run!"
	We did but not away. We ran up the side of the hill to the top of
the rocks, to the edge to listen.
	Barney was saying, "I don't care. Fuck you and your Senator
father. Those two can identify you fucking a twelve year old boy and you
hurt him. So fuck you!"

	Harry said, obviously crying, "You bastard, fucking bastard!"
	The Master appeared, still tucking his clothes into his pants,
looking all around but mostly below where the path went. He ran to where
we'd been and looked in every direction. We hugged the rocks. I heard him
break into a run then Barney screamed, "Run! He's seen you! Run!"
	Georgie grabbed me by the shoulder and yanked me up with him. We
ran off the top of the rocks in the opposite direction from which we had
come. I could hear the Master's heavy footsteps coming from behind us.
	Then Harry screamed, "Aaaaaaahh! Aaaaaaahh!" like he'd gone
completely mad.
	We looked back but saw only the rocks and forest. I fell over
something. Georgie stopped, pulled me to my feet and got us running
again. We were running laterally along the side of the mountain. Georgie
changed direction and angled down the hill, dodging trees and shrubs. It
was far too steep there to go straight down toward the camp. I looked back
and saw the Master, just forty yards behind and catching up.
	"He's there!" I called to Georgie. "He's there."
	When I looked back again, he was closer.
	"Wait! I just want to talk to you. Wait!" he called.
	That's when I saw Harry, stark naked, running about twenty yards
behind the Master. He had a piece of wood the length of a baseball bat in
his hand.
	I lengthened my stride, caught my foot on a dead branch and went
flying, head over heels, down the hill. I heard the Master come crashing
down behind me.
	As I slowed, I looked for a weapon, a rock, a fallen branch,
anything. The rocks were too large. There were no branches, just leaves. I
threw a handful at him but they just fluttered away. He slipped down the
hill and grabbed a tree beside me.
	"Wait, just a minute, let's talk about..."
	We both heard the noise behind him as Harry came helter skelter
down the hill, the long stick over his head. He swung at the Master but was
falling when he did and flew by us both.
	"Harry, calm down. I'm not going to hurt them."
	Harry either didn't hear or didn't care. He leapt to his feet and
rushed at the Master. Washburn tried to dodge the blow but it caught him on
the leg. He grabbed Harry by the arm. Georgie came out of nowhere and
jumped on his back. I rushed him and rammed him hard in the side. Georgie
was pulling on his hair and shouting, "Shithead! Shithead!"
	I held onto his shirt and kicked at his legs. Barney came suddenly
down from above and flattened him from behind. We all rolled down several
yards.
	Barney, barefoot and wearing only his pants, screamed, "Stop it!
Stop it!"
	We all looked up at him. I'd never seen so much fury in the face of
another human being.
	"There's too many of us, Washburn. You wanna fight, I swear we'll
kill you. So just get outta here and I mean outta here. If you're in the
camp when we get back, I'm calling the police and I don't care who you tell
or what you say." He stepped closer to the Master who was struggling to his
feet, reaching for a small tree to keep from sliding further down.
	Barney didn't stop talking. "We've got witnesses now and they'll
tell the police what they saw you doing back there. And when the doctor's
look at Michael's ass, they'll know it even more. Gimme that stick, Harry."
	Barney snatched Harry's weapon from him. The Master backed across
the hill from sapling to tree. "I'm going. Just calm down. Look I'm not..."
	"Fuck you. You're going. I mean it, if you're in the camp when we
get back, I'm calling the cops. You got maybe half an hour, that's all. Now
get the hell outta here!"
	Barney chased him a few yards with the stick then stopped and fell
backward to a sitting position.
	The Master moved quickly down the hill, twice slipping on the
leaves. I wasn't at all sure he'd actually leave.
	When I looked back, Harry, his bare skin scratched and dirty, was
struggling back up the hill. Georgie and I went to Barney who was crying
softly. I knelt along side and hugged him. Barney tossed the stick down the
hill.
	"C'mon," he said, "we gotta get back to Michael."
	It took a while. We had run at least three hundred yards across and
fifty down. Harry, still naked, was sitting with his arm around Michael who
had his shirt on and his briefs in his hand.
	Barney insisted on seeing Michael's rear.
	"It's okay, just sore. I'll be all right."
	"I wanna see it, Michael. You don't know."
	"There's no blood or anything, I checked."
	Harry started to cry and embraced Michael who hugged him
back. Barney gave up and got dressed. Harry helped Michael dress before he
put his own clothes on. It made me think of Freddy and me after the white
boys beat us up down by the tracks. They loved each other as much as we
did.
 	There was a short debate about what to do with the duffle bag and
its contents. Barney made the final decision. "It's Washburn's. Stick it
back in there and let it rot."
	The walk back to camp was slow, not due to any pain Michael was
feeling. He claimed and acted like soreness was all he felt. We were giving
the Master time to clear out. Barney insisted he was "absolutely serious"
about calling the police if he found Washburn hadn't left.
	"So what do we tell our fathers?" asked Harry.
	"Just what I said when this first started, that all we were doing
was jerking off and Washburn said he would say we were fucking each other
which was a lie. It's our word against his and there's three of us and now
we've got these guys as witnesses. They'll put Washburn in prison even if
his father's president."
	When we arrived at the camp, Barney went straight to the Beaver
Cabin to see if the Master had left. Two of the teenagers there said he'd
packed a suitcase, walked out in a hurry and that he looked worried about
something.
	The five of us sat on a park bench by a path and were silent for a
while.
	"We never should have let that guy do that shit to us," lamented
Barney.
	"You think he's really gone?" asked Harry leaning against Michael.
	"He better be," replied Barney.
	Georgie stared at the two blondes. "You two brothers or something?"
	"Kinda," answered Harry. "Actually, we're cousins but we live next
door to each other."
	"That's not right either," said Michael, the first time he'd spoken
since we sat down. "One of us usually stays at the other's house. Been like
that since we were two or three."
	I knew what Georgie was thinking, that they were lovers, homos. But
they didn't act like it at all. They were good athletes and behaved like
normal twelve year old boys.
	Barney said, "Let's all do something tomorrow, no sex, something
fun."
	Michael said, "Barney, what Washburn did wasn't sex. Sex is a lot
of fun. You mean let's do something different. And we gotta invite Larry."
	I knew Michael was okay.
	Georgie had an idea. "Let's do a cookout up on the top of the
rocks."
	"Not allowed," said Barney. "Not an authorized camp site."
	"So where's an authorized camp site."
	"Way up on the trail, couple hours away, too far."
	"Let's have Malcolm suck Master Collin's dick and maybe he'll write
us permission," said Michael with a smile.
	I folded my arms and frowned.
	"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I hear Collins never had a hardon in his
life."
	"So what about tomorrow?" asked Georgie frustrated by talk that
made him uncomfortable.
	In the end, we decided to carry sandwiches and whatever else came
to mind and go over the top of the mountain to whatever place pleased us
for the day. We'd just skip out on church and take whatever guff we had to
on our return.
	With that out of the way, Michael said, "I gotta take a shower and
get the smell of that bastard off me."
	We all showered. It made me feel good inside to watch Harry
tenderly wash his cousin. Georgie allowed me to wash his back but nothing
more.
	In bed that night, I thought of how wonderful it must have been for
Harry and Michael to grow up always having someone they really cared about
next to them in bed. For the first time in weeks, I again missed Freddy
very much.
	Skipping church Sunday morning was not the simple task we had
imagined. Master Dean must have sensed my plans. When I asked to go to the
bathroom as everyone was leaving, he sent the others on and stayed with
me. Georgie shook his head in dismay. I went to mass.
	After Georgie informed them of the problem, we all met later
outside the dining hall. The unflappable, always happy Larry had been
thrilled when invited to go along on our little adventure. It took well
over an hour of hiking to find a spot where we could relax, throw around
the tennis balls we'd brought and generally have fun. There were rocks and
lots of trees for hide and seek. Harry and Michael cleared an area of
leaves and undergrowth and made a small campfire to toast the marshmallows
they'd brought along for desert.
	"We make the rules today," said Harry defiantly.
	After lunch, we sat around complaining about our family situations,
even Larry.
	"My father's always in New York and, when he comes home, he never
takes me anywhere even though he always says he's gonna take me to a ball
game or the movies. He never does and mother's always too tired so I gotta
stay in the house or the yard all the time. They don't let me go
anywhere. It's why I like camp."
	Georgie asked Barney, "Where you live?"
	"New York, city."
	Barney's parents, like Georgie's, were divorced since he was
two. Neither really wanted him. "I live with my mother's parents most of
the time but sometimes with my aunt and uncle which is nicer because they
live in this enclosed community in Westchester County but it's really big
and there are lots of kids. My grandparents live in an old apartment
building in the city with all old people. I gotta take the subway to Times
Square or out to Queens where this kid I go to school with lives. That's
neat but I can only go on weekends."
	Harry and Michael's lives sounded quite pleasant. They lived in
side by side homes in Northern New Jersey and had been able to be together
almost twenty-four hours a day since they could walk. Their school grades
kept them at or near the top of their class every year.
	`So how come you got sent here?' asked Georgie.
	The blondes looked at each other while the rest of us looked at
them. Michael spoke, "Our parents like to party and go away a lot. They
only eat at the house a couple times a week unless it's a party they're
giving. The cooks fix our meals and we eat with them in the kitchen. I bet
I haven't talked to my father except good morning or bye this
year. Sometimes I wonder if our parents know which of us is theirs.'
	Barney, who apparently already knew his tale, nudged Larry to tell
about his situation.
	"I don't live with my parents. There was some kind of trouble and
they went away. I think they're in jail but my aunt says they're living in
Europe. I go to this boarding school in Philadelphia then I come
here. That's all"
	We were all silent for a while until Georgie asked, "What's it
called, your school? I live in Philadelphia."
	"It's not really in Philadelphia, just near it." He named a school
Georgie had never heard of.
	He continued, "What's it like, I mean, you have any fun there?"
	"Unh uh. I hate it there."
	Barney put his arm around Larry and nodded for us to stop the
questions.
	Georgie told his sad tale.
	"What about you, Malcolm?" asked Michael.
	Once I started talking, it just seemed to gush out of me like water
through a broken dam. I told them everything including Freddy being a Negro
and my father's racism. They actually seemed interested, asking details I
was happy to provide until Larry asked whether I was having sex with
Freddy. I'd admitted it to Georgie but was reticent to speak about it in
front of this group.
	With a quick warning look at Georgie, I lied. "No, he's just a real
good friend."
	Barney stopped any further conjecture by jumping in and saying,
"That's nobody's business but Malcolm's."
	That little exchange was the only mention of sex the entire time we
were there.
	Sex didn't come up again until Wednesday. Larry, certainly the
least inhibited of what was now a very cohesive group, brought it up. He
knew nothing of the previous weekend's events.
	"When are we gonna do you know what again," he asked me.
	School was out for the day. We were all under the trees by the
basketball court. I was ready.
	"Larry wants to know when we're going to do sex again."
	Harry and Michael looked at each other. Michael answered for
them. "Maybe Saturday."
	Barney agreed. Georgie showed no interest one way or the other.
	Larry and I both wanted it immediately. Our problem was the usual,
where. At the YMCA camp, there were lots of wooded areas hidden from
view. Here, there was just the huge side of the mountain, most too steep to
even sit down. The nearest flat place was below the rocks, a twenty minute
walk up the mountain. It was three thirty, an hour and a half before
dinner. A forty minute walk for ten minutes of sex seemed excessive. I
asked Barney about his key to the school bathroom.
	"I just borrowed that. Had to get it right back where it
belonged. You two that horny?"
	"Yes," we said in unison.
	"You gonna let me watch?"
	"No," together again. We smiled at each other.
	"Crap. Lemme see if I can get the keys."
	He was back in twenty minutes but without the keys. I was thinking
that I could be up under the rocks that very minute, naked and happy.
	"C'mon, I know a place," said Michael.
	We headed toward the shed, which I didn't think would work for
Larry and me, but went on by it then behind the maintenance building. I
heard men's voices inside. Harry put his finger to his lips for silence. We
crept to the far side of the garage beside the maintenance building where a
large abandoned World War II truck was parked, its tarp still covering the
back.
	"In there?" I asked.
	"Way in there,' replied Michael as he climbed up. He pulled the two
of us up and ran to the back of the cab. The rear window was missing.
	"Climb in there and do it on the seat. No one can see you as long
as you don't sit up. Harry and I used it a lot. We'll be sitting out
front."
	We slid through the window and fell on the great seat. It was torn
but a lot softer than the ground or a floor.
	"Wait for me," said Georgie climbing through the window. He tumbled
over the seat and slipped under the steering wheel. The look on my face
wasn't welcoming.
	"Don't worry," he said apologetically, "I just want to watch."
	I frowned at him.
	"All right, I won't watch." He turned toward the driver's door.
	Larry and I stripped off our shoes, pants and underwear.
	Larry leaned in close and whispered, "Let me fuck you, Malcolm. I
never fucked anybody before. I'll suck you after or you can fuck me."
	It's not what I had in mind. I wanted to embrace him while we had
sex. I looked at the broad seat and the windows. If he fucked me from the
front, there was a possibility of raised feet appearing in the window.
	"Let's just suck this time, please. You can fuck me tomorrow, I
promise."
	The disappointment on his face was quickly replaced by his
wonderful smile. "Okay."
	I let him lie on top. We fit perfectly, our feet not quite reaching
the doors. He fucked my mouth while his hot lips and tongue made my penis
bloat with pleasure.
	A few minutes into our lovemaking, Georgie said, "Somebody's gotta
do me after." I patted him on the head. I had an idea.
	As usual, I came first and tried Larry's trick to bring him
along. Spitting out his cock briefly, I wet my finger, spread his legs,
pushed my arm through and inserted my finger up to my knuckle. I was warm
and mushy inside. I wiggled my finger around and found a lump I assumed to
be his prostate. His cock hardened immediately and was throbbing seconds
later.
	After relaxing in each other's arms, I sat up and whispered into
Larry's ear, "You suck him like we were doing but on your side with his
rear on my side."
	"You gonna fuck him?"
	"No! You'll see."
	Georgie was already out of his shoes and had his pants opened. He
was up bare assed facing Larry in a few seconds. Larry's cock was in his
face.
	"Malcolm, explain to Larry that I don't do what you guys do."
	"How come?" asked Larry.
	"I just don't."
	"Don't worry, Larry. Just do him."
	Larry went to work. I pushed Georgie's thigh onto Larry's
head. Larry looked at me. I smiled and stuck my tongue out. Larry was
confused until I began licking all around Georgie's hole. Larry scrunched
up his face in mock disgust. Georgie lifted his leg higher. I pushed my
tongue into his pucker. Larry revolved his head rather than go up and down,
carefully watching what I was doing. I poked my tongue in and out, again
pushing in a bit further with each thrust. Georgie began pumping into
Larry's mouth. My left hand was on his hip. I felt his muscle tense. His
anus snapped shut as he climaxed.

	Larry smiled and kept sucking, knowing he'd be an irritation in
seconds. Georgie shivered and pushed Larry's head away.
	"Oh shit! That was incredible!" exclaimed Georgie.
	The next day, Thursday, August ninth, was the day I did
twenty-three push ups, one more than Georgie.
	"I had an extra bun at breakfast," was his first excuse. A little
later, he complained about a pain in his shoulder. I was so proud I could
spit. Twenty-five was the number of push ups I could remember Tommy Atkins
doing in gym class. If I could get to thirty in the next three weeks,
they'd have to notice.

	I was so enthused, I ran an extra lap around the baseball diamond
then asked the trainer what kind of food was best to grow muscles. I
already could see a hardening of my body generally. Each night after
showers, I'd stop in the bathroom in front of the mirror to flex my
arms. Georgie thought I was going a little "body batty".
	After exercises, the trainer informed us that we were to play the
first of two final games. The team with the higher number of runs after
both games was the camp champion for our age group.
	Georgie said, hands on his hips, "There's only two teams and they
change every day."
	"George, we need a little bit more spirit here. It's going to be
fun!"
	Georgie wasn't finished. "If these games are finals, what are we
going to do next week?"
	"That's going to be a surprise."
	"As long as it isn't football," muttered Georgie.
	The trainer gave him a concerned look.
	So, we chose up teams and played. Georgie and I ended up on
different sides. He won probably making him feel better about the push up
gap.
	At lunch, I sought the beef, vegetables and fruit the trainer had
recommended. Larry walked by our table twice smiling as usual but nodding
his head as an admonition. I had better be at the basketball courts at
three.
	The afternoon was complicated, at least for me, by the arrival of a
letter from my mother. She spent an entire long first paragraph explaining
why she hadn't answered my letter sooner, everything from social
obligations to not having any stamps or the opportunity to buy them. It was
all bullshit. I was sure she hadn't any idea what to say.
	Then she got into a series of apologies for everything that had
happened to me, understood my difficulty speaking to her when she visited,
assured me I owed no apology to her though perhaps to my grandparents, and
promised to try and make my life easier in the future.
	Freddy wasn't mentioned even obliquely. That told me nothing would
change when I got home. I further motivated me to enjoy what was left of my
time with my friends there at the camp.
	When I let Georgie see the letter, he too noticed that there'd been
no mention of Freddy. Rather than say more than that, he just shrugged his
shoulders.
	When Larry arrived at the basketball court and saw Georgie with me,
he displayed disappointment for a moment then smiled ear to ear. Rather
than struggle to find a place, we went up on the mountain to the rocks.
	Twice on the way up, Larry informed rather than mentioned to
Georgie that he was going to fuck me.
	"Yeh, I know. You already said," commented Georgie the second time.
	Larry was undressed first and stood with his crotch extended
forward for me to wet him down. My concern was that he'd have the same
difficulty as Georgie getting his cock past my big buns into my hole. He
solved it handily.
	"It's too far, get on your knees," he ordered.
	It worked. He poked in to just short of my prostate.
	"Oh, wow! This is better than getting sucked any day."
	As usual with a novice, he withdrew too much a number of
times. Unlike Georgie and others who'd been in my rear, he didn't just try
to slip it back in. He rammed forward.
	"Ouch! Be careful. That hurts." He'd poked me just above my hole.
	Seconds later, he did it again. I sat down.
	"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'll go slow."
	I raised my butt again and he was gentler. Gradually, he could fuck
a number of times in a row without popping out and I began enjoying
it. Georgie walked in front of me, naked and hard. It was clumsy sucking
him in that position. Larry was pulling hard on my hips, moving side to
side and back and forth as he went in and out. It took a long time, at
least ten minutes, for Larry to reach his orgasm.
	"Lay down slow," he requested.
	I did and could feel him come partially out of me.
	He pushed his arms under me and hugged. "Thank you, Malcolm. That
was really, really neat."
	Larry didn't loosen his grip, just lay there with half his cock in
my ass and his head on my back.
	Georgie was in need. Eventually, he sat down in front of me with
his legs spread and pushed his thighs under my arms and shoulders. Larry
just rode along silently.
	I sucked Georgie to climax. Staying where he was, he lay back and
closed his eyes. I sucked gently on his balls.
	What broke up the idyllic scene was the growing pain in my neck. My
head was forced up and back. I tried to raise my self up on my elbows but
that hurt my elbows. I let go of Georgie's cock and lay my head on his
crotch. That was more comfortable.
	That was when I heard Larry's deep breathing. He'd fallen asleep.
	Freddy and I had done that quite a few times. I was sure Harry and
Michael did it regularly. I wished I could put my arms around one of these
boys but had to make do with holding Georgie's sides.
	My team won the so called baseball finals on Friday but scored
fewer runs. The total final score for both games was 27-22. We weren't very
good defensively.
	During the game, word went around that the following week we'd be
doing exactly what Georgie didn't want: football.

	When confronted by many of us after the game, the trainer exclaimed
with the opposite emotion I felt, "Well, what do you expect? Of course
football! It's football season." Football belonged to the big and strong. I
was neither, at least not yet.
	"All football's for," commented Georgie angrily, "is for big kids
to beat on little kids. Shit!"
	Friday after lunch, I found the blonde cousins and asked them about
their sex lives. We sat on one of the ubiquitous park benches along the web
of brick paths.
	"You guys ever do it at night and sleep that way?"
	"Not every night, but lots," admitted Harry smiling at Michael.
	"You ever do it with other kids?" I asked
	"We do it with you," answered Michael with a laugh.
	"No, I mean with kids that aren't us?"
	They looked at each other and Harry answered, "This one kid near
where we live. But he got big and it hurt so we didn't do it any more with
him."
	"He sucked us a few times last winter," commented Michael.
	That caught my curiosity. "Did you suck him?"
	"Nah, we don't do that," replied Michael with a shake of his
head. "How many kids you sucked?"
	That reddened my ears. "I don't know, about six or seven, plus you
guys. How many different people have sucked you?"
	Larry grinned. Michael answered. "Plenty. Two years ago, there were
three different Masters sucking us and giving us money to do it."
	"And this year?"
	Again, the looked to each other. "Yeh, but we can't say who,"
answered Michael.
	"He always does it at night so nobody sees us together," added
Harry and got a dirty look from Michael for saying it.
	"Then it's got to be one of the Master's at your cabin. Don't
worry, I'll never tell."
	"You better not," admonished Michael.
	Harry said, "He even sticks his tongue up our ass. That's why we
gotta shower real good whenever we do it with each other or he'd know. And
this week, `cause of, you know, we had to say we were tired so he wouldn't
be messing with Michael's ass and maybe see it was different."
	"You don't have to say everything, Harry."
	We sat in silence for a moment then Michael asked, "You ever have a
man suck you, Malcolm?"
	"Just one but it wasn't all that great. You like it?"
	They glanced at each other. Michael answered, "It's okay. Our
Master this year is pretty good but nothing's as good as us doing it
together."
	I felt the same about sex with Freddy.
	Saturday afternoon, Barney had a ring of keys to get us into the
empty school building. Georgie was with us. There were two blankets stashed
in the janitor's closet. However, once we got into the bathroom, I sensed
reticence among our older partners. Only Larry got undressed quickly.
	"It doesn't hurt that bad," he told me about Barney's adolescent
penis.
	Barney was sitting against the wall, not making any move to take
off his clothes. Georgie and I had our shoes off. Harry and Michael were
untying theirs, slowly.
	Then Michael said, "C'mon, guys, let's have some fun."
	He tossed his shoe basketball style into a sink and opened his
pants.
	Barney said, "I can't."
	A quiet discussion ensued, everyone trying not to say something
that would alert Larry to what had happened. Then, down to my undershirt, I
noticed the glistening of tears in Barney's eyes. I rushed to embrace him
from the side.
	Harry asked Larry to leave for a few minutes. Barney said, "No, let
him stay so he won't make our mistake."
	Larry said, "What?"
	We all looked at each other. Harry spoke. "One of the Masters was
hurting him, and he hurt Michael too."
	Larry was still confused.
	"He raped me and Michael," blurted out Barney.
	Larry still didn't understand.
	Harry explained. "He forced them to let him fuck them, and it hurt
real bad."
	"But it's over, Barney," said Michael. "We do it with each other
because we're friends and we like to do it."
	"What about Larry. I know it hurts him when I fucked him, didn't
it, Larry?"
	"Not that much."
	"And now I'm supposed to do it to Malcolm and I know it's gonna
hurt him too so I'm not going to do it and that's all there is to it."
	I hugged him and spoke softly. "I just wanna try it. If it hurts,
I'll say and you can stop."
	"I'm telling you, Malcolm, big dicks hurt little asses. Sex is
supposed to be fun, not rape or..." He began crying. "I'm sorry, Larry, I
really am."
	Larry ran to him and hugged him from the front. "It didn't hurt,
Barney, I promise."
	"If I hadn't given you the dollar, would you have done it?"
	Larry nestled into Barney's chest. "If you wanted."
	Barney wrapped his arms around the eight year old.
	Michael stood up with his pants open. "Look, we can't let that
bastard ruin our lives. I'm fine and I want to do it so come on, Barney,
forget him. You don't have to fuck anybody. Hell, I'll suck you off if you
want and I've never done it before. Just so you can remember how great it
is."
	Harry stood with his cousin and put one arm over his shoulder and
the other around his waist.
	I said in Barney's ear, "Let me suck you. I did a boy like you back
home so I know how, and I like it."
	Barney didn't move or respond.
	Michael took off the rest of his clothes. Harry followed but
slowly, uncertainty in his eyes.
	"Nobody wants to fuck, who wants to suck, or get sucked," said
Michael assertively. His cock, however, was soft.
	"I'll suck everybody," I volunteered.
	"All five of us?" asked Michael his hands on his hips.
	"Sure."
	I kissed Barney on the cheek and pulled off my undershirt as I went
to Michael. He lay on the blanket. I crawled between his legs. I'd never
been near his penis when it was soft, and soft it was, like a bag of jelly.
	Harry dropped down beside us. "Michael, fuck me and Malcolm can
suck me."
	They grinned at each other. I felt Michael's cock inflating in my
hand.
	"Who's got the Vaseline," asked Michael.
	Harry had it in his hand. He opened the jar and pushed it down over
the now stiff head of Michael's cock.
	Georgie stripped quickly. I knew where he was headed. I lay quickly
in front of the cousins, anxious to watch Michael's cock enter Harry's
anus. My groin lay in front of Harry's face though I didn't expect any
service. Michael pushed in behind Harry whose peter was now as hard as
mine. It was a delicious mouthful, going right to my throat. I lifted
Harry's thigh and laid it across my face. Though it was heavy, the bare
flesh felt soft and warm against mine.
	Michael's greased cock appeared in front of my nose, poised half an
inch from its target. Michael's hand took hold of it, his thumb feeling for
his cousin's pucker, and locating it. He slid his cock up the bottom of his
thumb until he was pressed against the soft flesh it would pierce. He
withdrew his hand. Michael's body moved forward. Larry's anus spread easily
as his cousin's cock slipped inside to the halfway point. Michael adjusted
again and pushed completely inside. Only the soft flesh of his testicle
sack hung loose. I was completely caught up in what I saw, oblivious to
everything else about me.
	I was shaken back to reality when Georgie pulled my backside away
from Harry's face and up on my knees. I put my arm around Michael's ass to
keep myself in place. I felt Georgie's skin against mine then his little
cock at my hole. He poked inside with a grunt.
	Michael fucked Harry slowly. I couldn't see the thrusting penis as
well with my face now turned partially sideways and was frustrated by it. I
hoped Georgie would be quick, turned on by the scene in front of him. He
pumped into me twice as fast as Michael into Harry. I tightened my
sphincter in an attempt to bring Georgie to a quick climax. It didn't
work. He popped out twice in a row. I loosened up.
	"No, keep it like it was," said Georgie.
	I squeezed. He made shorter strokes. Shortly, I felt the tension in
his hands then the throbbing in my ass. He lay over me and his cock slipped
out.
	I immediately lay back down and pulled Harry's leg back over my
face. A hand took hold of my penis and masturbated it. A quick feel told me
it was Michael reaching over his cousin. I sucked harder and with more
movement. This thicker, longer cock had a much better feel than the smaller
ones I was accustomed to, but was just as hard. Harry gently nudged my head
to go faster.
	As was their practice, Michael gradually picked up the pace of his
fucking until I saw and felt with my hand the pulsing of his
orgasm. Embracing my back, Harry made short pumping motions into my
mouth. His cock bloated then throbbed. I felt the lump shoot up the
underside of his cock then tasted the sweetness of his young ejaculation.
	Michael was masturbating me fast and furious. I put my arm around
his ass and pulled him forward, watching his cock slide completely into
Harry's greased hole. The sight of Michael's buried cock lifted me to my
own orgasm. He immediately stopped the masturbation and massaged my balls
and perineum, extending a very pleasant feeling.
	We lay still for a while. Michael quietly asked Barney, "Don't you
want to at least get off?"
	I heard no response.
	When we parted, I rolled over and saw that Barney, his arms still
holding Larry in his lap, remained against the wall passively watching
us. I wondered what the normally horny eight year old was thinking. His
right hand was on the side of Barney's face.
	Michael went to Barney, squatted beside him and said, "Tomorrow,
okay?"
	Barney shrugged his shoulders.
	We all went to the store and bought candy and peanuts then wandered
lazily to the park bench where we'd sat and conversed a few days before.
	Michael said, "I'm sorry, Barney. We shouldn't have done anything
like that in front of you."
	"Don't worry. I should've just left so you guys could have fun
without me being a wet blanket."
	"So why can't you just have fun. Washburn's gone. That's all over."
	"It's like I said back there. In some ways I'm as bad as
Washburn. How many times did I screw Larry and make him hurt? More than
Washburn did me, maybe."
	Larry had apparently given up telling Barney it hadn't hurt so
much, or maybe it had. He sat with his feet up on the bench, leaning
against the thirteen year old. He certainly held no grudge over it.
	"Barney, look at Larry," said Michael. "He won't leave your side
and you know he was horny as shit watching us."
	Larry lowered his face but we could all see the smile.
	"Larry? Was your dick hard back there?"
	He nodded sheepishly.
	"So," continued Michael, "why didn't you take your clothes off and
join us?"
	He needed another "Why?" to answer.
	"Barney was so sad."
	Michael spread his hands palms up. "See?"
	Harry asked Barney, "The truth, Barney. Was your dick hard back
there?"
	"The truth, No."
	Harry shook his head and sat back.
	"So what do we do now?" asked Michael.
	"You guys just go on and have your fun. It's only a couple weeks
more of camp. I'll be okay."
	Though they tried, Barney wouldn't change his position. I worried
what Larry was thinking. Did he feel guilty? He wouldn't move away from
Barney, even left with him when we headed back to our cabins to shower
before dinner. Larry had been the happiest boy I'd ever met. It was
terrible that he should be so affected by an event in which he was not
involved.
     Georgie wasn't as concerned. "Larry likes sex too much. He'll be
back."
	I wasn't so sure.
	Sunday breakfasts weren't like other days. With the requirement for
abstention from food to receive communion at Catholic Mass, the dining room
was open from seven thirty to ten. After Mass, which Master Dean continued
to force me to attend, I looked for Larry but he wasn't there. I guessed
he'd eaten earlier.
	Georgie was in the mood for a swim. With the required half hour
after eating behind me, I still had half an hour before the sun would be a
danger to me so joined him. Barney was there with Larry. Both were in an
apparently good mood and played with us in the water, dunking, splashing,
having a generally good time. I lost track of the time and stayed in the
water until nearly eleven, well past the hour when the sun became a danger
to my skin. Barney had some Sea and Ski lotion which he spread over my face
and body. Larry, though he'd turned a reddish brown long before, had some
on his shoulders and nose. Harry and Michael showed up in their bathing
suits keeping us in the water for nearly an hour more.
	We all carried our lunches outside to our favorite park bench and
had a quiet meal. I was waiting for someone to bring up sex but Georgie got
us all into a debate over his theories on the various gods espoused by the
religions around the world and his conviction that the best of all was the
American Indian's Great Spirit. I was the only Catholic. The cousins were
Presbyterians as far as the camp went, Methodists back home. Barney
actually was a Presbyterian and Larry went to Episcopalian services though
he wasn't sure what denomination he belonged to. None of them were regular
church goers back home. Larry spent the entire time on the bench leaning
against Barney and listening.
	The cousins suggested some basketball but the courts were all
occupied. Badminton was too. I was glad. As for me, we needed to be
addressing Larry's situation and suggested it to Michael.
	"Unh uh. Barney doesn't want to talk about any of that."
	With no outdoor options, we went to the movie in the dining
hall. There couldn't have been forty kids in the entire room. The movie,
some World War II film with American soldiers being killed in a battle with
the Japanese, had already started.
	After taking orders, Michael and I ran to the store for some candy
and chips and sodas. When we came back, I sat beside Larry who, as was his
habit of late, was leaning against Barney.
	It took me the better part of the movie to get up the nerve to ask
in a whisper, "You wanna do something this week?"
	He tilted his head back to look at Barney who shrugged his
shoulders. "Mmh hmm. When?"
	"Tomorrow?
	Again, he looked to Barney for his answer.
	Barney nudged him away. "What're you looking at me for? You can
play with Malcolm whenever you want."
	Larry slid close to me and said, "Mmkay."
	A few minutes later, he pulled my ear to his lips and asked, "Can I
fuck you again, then you can do me?"
	I wanted to hug him but was afraid of Barney's reaction. Larry
spent the rest of the film leaning into me.
	Michael noticed and poked his cousin who looked and smiled.
	As we were leaving the dining hall, Barney told us. "Look, you guys
can do anything you want. I'm not gonna be mad or anything. I just don't
want to right now, okay?"
	Lying on my bunk that evening with our books, Georgie and I
expressed our dread of Monday's football. We considered saying we were sick
but knew that wouldn't work for more than a day or two.
	"We gotta find a way for you to suck me in the morning so I won't
get all mad when those big kids start banging into me."
	"There's no place to do it in the morning."
	Georgie sat up. "The grotto! We can sneak down there."
	So, the following morning, after gulping down our breakfasts, we
raced down to the Catholic Church, checked the area for others, then,
finding it clear, ran behind the Virgin Mary's grotto and scurried into the
bushes. Georgie pulled his pants down to thigh level.
	"Hurry!"
	He wasn't yet hard. It took the better part of ten minutes, a lot
of head work and him pumping up into my mouth to achieve orgasm. We were
both exhausted by the time he came.
	I commented, "Now we're too tired to play football."
	Georgie grinned. "That's it! I'll tell him it took a long time for
you to suck my dick this morning and..."
	I poked him in the shoulder.
	We expected to find a pile of helmets and shoulder pads when we
arrived but only found a stack of footballs.
	As usual, running and exercises were first. I only managed
twenty-four push ups along with fewer than usual of most everything
else. Sucking off Georgie had sapped my strength.
	Then, as he'd done when we began baseball back in June, the
trainers paired us. After some instruction on how to throw and catch the
oblong ball, we were sent about the field to practice. My hand was really
too small to grip it securely, Georgie's quite a bit smaller. He had short
fingers and couldn't do a thing other than push it at me. Nonetheless, we
eventually, with help from one of the trainers, could throw it short
distances and have it arrive in the general area of the other's hands.
	Then came blocking. We were told to hold on to our sweatshirts so
we wouldn't use our hands. I ended up turning around and pushing with my
back. The rest weren't much better. Bigger kids always came out the
winners.
	The game was a farce. There was no tackling. A player was stopped
by being touched with both hands. The trainer made me an end who was
supposed to catch throws. The only ones I touched were those which bounced
off my back. Georgie was a back and had to run the ball. Being small and
quick, he had some success. Then one of the bigger eleven year olds knocked
him down. He bounced back up. I expected a fight. But he'd been right, sex
before practice worked. He gave the bigger boy a shove then walked back to
his team. We were going to have to do it every morning for the next three
weeks. It wasn't going to help me attain my goal of thirty push ups. I was
going to have to do more in the afternoon or evening.
	At three on the button, we were released from tennis. I ran to the
basketball court. Larry hadn't arrived. I worried he wouldn't. Georgie had
gone back to the cabin to take a nap. Someone pinched my rear end. I
whirled around to face a smiling Larry.
	"Where you want to go?"
	We went up on the mountain. Larry reminded me twice that he was
going to fuck me first. It was warm that afternoon. At the end of the
twenty minute walk, I was sweating. Larry's shorts stuck out in front. He
was naked before I could haul out the duffel bag and pull out the well used
blanket.
	He had me get on my hands and knees again, poked his cock in my
mouth twice then darted behind me, put the head of his dick at my hole and
slid completely inside with one quick thrust.
	"Move your behind like this." He pushed me side to side with his
hands. Larry had been considering options.
	When he came, he said, "Neato!"
	I wanted to try it from the front. He was game and pulled his knees
up to his shoulders. Penetration was right to my groin.
	I leaned over him and pumped slowly, pulling out to my tip then
pushing all the way back inside. The feel of the damp heat when I was full
in him made me wait each time before withdrawing. His eyes were closed. I
could feel his erection each time my belly touched him. I dropped to my
elbows. Our chests touched. He opened his eyes and looked at mine, blinking
lazily each time I re-entered him. I remembered being like this those two
wonderful times with Philip and gave his lips a soft but lingering
kiss. Larry reached up over his knees and pulled my face back to his. He
kissed me with the same soft touch. I opened my mouth a little and sucked
on his lower lip. He tugged me tighter to him. I stopped fucking and held
my cock inside as we sucked on each other's lips then tongues. He wasn't
frantic about it as Philip had been but slow and methodical, going from lip
to lip then slipping his tongue in my mouth and wrapping it around mine
until I pushed it into his mouth where he'd suck my tongue until it almost
hurt.
	Out of breath, I slipped off his mouth and gulped in air. He
embraced me. I started pumping again. He tugged my face back to his and
continued kissing. My cock was ready to explode. I pushed up on my toes and
made three hard thrusts. My orgasm was powerful and prolonged. I held his
tongue in my mouth while I shuddered with ecstasy.
	After allowing me full pleasure from my orgasm, he lowered his legs
but didn't release my head or lips. I felt him pumping his hard on into my
gut.
	"Let me do you like you did," he requested softly, his lips against
mine.
	 We rolled over, our mouths staying pressed together. I raised my
legs then realized his cock was dry.
	I almost offered to suck him before recalling where his cock had
been. "Put some spit on it," I instructed him.

	He dripped saliva into his hand and rubbed it on his peter. I
placed his cock head at my hole. He pushed in and held it there while
sucking on my tongue. I wondered if my eight year old lover had ever done
this before. He seemed to know what to do right from the start.
	He wobbled his cock around inside me rather than pumped, slipping
side to side and forward and back. I could feel him pushing the flesh
around inside me. He actually touched my prostate occasionally sending
waves of pleasure into my groin. Suddenly, he came, going "mmmmph," into my
mouth. As he'd done for me, I let him stay inside until his pulsing
subsided completely then lowered my legs to the ground.
	He dropped his head to my shoulder, my head still resting on his
palms, and whispered in my ear, "You can do me again if you want."
	I was just as happy to hold him in my arms.
	We didn't say a word for the longest time. I debated to ask if he'd
ever kissed anyone before and, as usual, asked.
	"Just Barney, but he doesn't kiss back like you. I do it good?"
	"You were great. But we better not do this in front of the others."
	"I know. Barney said so too."
	"When?"
	"A long time ago. He doesn't like me to do it any more."
	I pulled him tightly to me. He squeezed my head.
	We walked back hand in hand, something I'd never done before with
anyone. As we reached the base of the mountain, I pulled him behind a tree
and gave him a quick kiss. He reached around my neck and pulled me in for
another. We stayed hand in hand right to the pool where the cousins were
thrashing about in the water with others from their group. Michael saw us
and nudged Harry. They both grinned ferociously and pointed at us. We
raised our held hands.
	Georgie was sound asleep, wrapped in his blanket, when I walked
into the cabin with dinner on my mind. I touched his arm to awaken him. It
was very warm.
	"I feel like shit," he said when he sat up.
	I walked him to the clinic. The nurse called the doctor who
examined him.
	The nurse told me to go to dinner, that Georgie would be staying
with them overnight.
	"What's wrong?" I asked a slight panic in my gut.
	"Just a little flu but he probably won't be out for a few days."
	At dinner, I stared at Larry, two tables away. He stared back. I
wondered if some power had sickened Georgie so I could spend time alone
with Larry then dismissed it. Then I wondered if Georgie had found a way to
be sick and avoid football.
	It was disquieting lying in my bunk that evening without Georgie at
my side, worse trying to sleep knowing he wasn't below me and wouldn't be
for a few days.
	The next morning, I was paired with a bigger boy, a ten year old
with a medium but soft build who disliked football even more than Georgie.
	"I hate this stupid game. It's just fighting."
	I remembered him as one of the worst at baseball too. I asked, "So
why did you get in the sports program?"
	"That woman said the science thing was all full up and this was all
there was."
	From what I'd heard, the science program had fewer than normal boys
involved and told him so.
	His shoulders slumped. "I know. My father wants me to be some big
athlete like he was. That's why he sent me here. I hate it."
	We threw the ball around best we could. He was worse than me. In
the game, they made him a blocking lineman. He just stood up and let the
others by. The backfield players got really mad so he was made an end where
he continued to do nothing. It didn't occur to me until afterward that he
might be like me.
 	Larry and I went back to the mountain and made love again in the
afternoon. His kissing was more affectionate than passionate, his hands all
over my body. Afterwards, we climbed up on the top of the rocks and looked
out over the trees.
	"I wish I could stay with you in your cabin," he said.
	So did I.
	We tried to visit Georgie but he was `infectious' so no visitors
were allowed.

	"Come back tomorrow. We'll see how he is then," the nurse told us.
	At football the next morning, I watched my new partner carefully,
looking for signs of femininity. He did have a lilt to his voice that I'd
identified with my own. He wanted nothing to do with rough physical
contact. My curiosity grew. It was all I could do not to ask him outright
if he liked boys. From what I'd been told, a number of other boys
considered me a homo from the way I acted. Now that I was becoming a better
athlete and could do twenty-seven push ups, I wondered if they felt the
same. My new partner, Walter Stenson, could only do two and had no desire
to improve on it.

	Larry corralled me after lunch to make sure we were returning to
the mountain in the afternoon. We walked into the dining hall bathroom and,
when we were alone, quickly entered a toilet stall and made out with him
sitting on his knees on my lap.
	I wished we had learned of each other back in June and could have
spent the entire summer making love every day. We had but two and a half
weeks left. If I couldn't be with Freddy the next summer, I wanted to come
back here.
	In the afternoon, we played volleyball and tennis. Walter liked
volleyball but wasn't very good at it. Tennis turns were brief for the less
able. Three missed balls and the next boy took one's place. We spent a lot
of time on the benches beside the court. My uriosity overcame my
inhibitions.
	"Do you like girls?" I asked, immediately sure it wasn't going to
get me the answer I sought.
	"Whatta you mean?"
	"Uh, do you like girls in a sexy way?"
	"I know about you, Malcolm, so don't try to think I'm that way."
	I stared at him. He turned his eyes away.
	"I'm not trying to say anything, just asking. And I'll never tell
anybody."
	"I don't wanna talk about stuff like that."
	He got up and walked to the end of the benches and stood there,
arms folded across his chest. I sat back, sure I was right.
	With Larry in tow, I made a quick visit to the clinic at three but
they still wouldn't let me in. Georgie was coming along fine they told
us. Larry and I returned to the mountain for some close physical contact.
	I didn't see Georgie until Saturday. The five of us were
swimming. For me, the pool was one step removed from the showers where
complete bodies were exposed. But in the pool, muscles were flexed, the sun
made tanned bodies glow, and characters were displayed.

	Never satisfied with what I had, I was lolling around the side
checking out the bodies, particularly ones I knew from the showers had nice
cocks. Michael and Harry were magnificent specimens. Both had well
proportioned bodies that had tanned in the sun all summer and hair that had
lightened creating that beautiful contrast of light hair and dark
skin. Barney was already darker than any of us before the sun ever hit him
so now he was one of the most tanned in the pool. Larry had a reddish tan
like Georgie and the same freckles on his nose and shoulders. I was as dark
as I'd ever been which was not very dark. Even with sun tan lotion, I
burned easily so only swam in the early morning and late afternoon hours
when the sun wasn't very strong. Most of the time at the pool after ten in
the morning, I sat where I was, in the shade of a lifeguard tower.
	Georgie appeared beside me in pajamas, a bathrobe and bare feet.
	"They let you out?"
	"Yeh, for an hour then I gotta go back. I'll be allowed back in the
cabin tomorrow but no sports until later. Makes me wanna cry, boo hoo." He
was grinning.

	"Did you make yourself sick so you wouldn't have to do football?"
	"I thought about that. There's some kind of sickness that's called
psychosomething where a guy gets sick because he really wants to be
sick. So maybe I did but I don't think so." He leaned over. "My dick's been
lonely. You can touch it if you want. I'm not wearing any underwear."
	Before I could poke him, the cousins swam over and greeted Georgie.
	Barney grabbed me by the leg and said, "Get in the water."
	I said, "I'm talking to Georgie and, anyway, I'll burn."
	"Michael and Harry are talking to Georgie and you won't
burn. C'mon."
	He pulled me in and dunked me. I was immediately curious if he was
ready to try my rear end.
	"No, Malcolm. It'll hurt, you know it."
	"Then can I suck you?"
	"Maybe later." That sounded promising.
	I swam back to the side and told the others what Barney had
said. Michael jammed his thumb under water in my rear. "I'm going up
there," he whispered in my ear. He was hanging on the wall so no one could
see me grab his cock through his bathing suit. It was soft but stiffened
quickly.
	"Now you gotta stay here until it gets soft."
	"No, I don't."
	He pushed off the wall and floated on his back, his boner hoisting
the middle of his trunks. Either no one noticed or didn't care. I didn't
hear a single comment.
	After lunch, without poor Georgie who was back in the clinic, we
went to the empty school building. As we began undressing in the bathroom,
Barney said, "Malcom wants to suck me and that's all I'm gonna do but you
guys can do everything."
	Larry, nude and stiff, rushed over to him and whispered in his ear.
	Barney shook his head. Larry whispered something else. Barney
laughed and said, "Okay."
	The cousins, in a playful mood, lay to either side of Barney on the
blanket and sucked on his growing nipples while I crawled between his
legs. Five inches of very hard, recently neglected, boy cock rose in front
of my eyes. I started by licking his perineum right under his silky skinned
hairless balls. Each was the size of a small plum and bobbled around in
their sack as my tongue sucked in the flesh that held them. One by one, I
took the soft orbs into my mouth and caressed them with my tongue. His cock
began dripping pre-cum. I ran my tongue up one side then the other between
his balls and his thigh then across the base of his cock, wetting the soft
hairs growing there.
	Larry lay on my back, his pecker poking between my cheeks. He
kissed one side of my face then the other.

	My hands caressed Barney's stomach side to side, up and down. I
started up his thick shaft, running my mouth around it, slowly heading
toward the top, now glistening with human lubricant.
	Larry lubed his own cock with Barney's pre-cum and began pumping
between my cheeks.
	I pulled my body forward, carrying Larry with me, and put my mouth
over the helmet head of Barney's cock. The pre-cum tasted slightly salty,
slightly sweet. I sucked hard on the head then took in as much as I could,
about half.
	The twins, who had been rubbing their own cocks against Barney's
sides went for something better. I felt additional weight on my rear end. A
feel told me that one of them was about to screw Larry. I assumed the other
would screw the former. I just wasn't sure Larry and I could handle the
weight.
	As I sucked, running my mouth up and down Barney's cock, I felt the
successive pressure of the fucking going on behind me. Larry's stiff cock
poked me very near my hole but wasn't getting inside. I lifted off briefly
to see what was going on. Indeed, Michael was fucking Larry and Harry was
on his knees pumping into Michael.

	I turned my attention back to Barney whose hands were on my
shoulders, massaging them gently. His cock was the largest I'd ever had in
my mouth. Douglas' had been as long but not as thick. To be honest, it was
more enjoyable sucking on Harry's cock that fit well inside my mouth.
	The action behind me picked up intensity. Larry's cock actually
poked inside me a few times. I reached back to pull my cheeks apart. The
head of his cock pushed inside and stayed there, making short thrusts with
those Harry initiated into his cousin. Larry tried to push his hands under
my shoulders. I had to lift up for him, difficult with all the weight on
top of us. He gripped me where Barney had been massaging. Barney moved his
hands to my head and caressed my hair, temples and cheeks.
	One of the cousins grunted. The pumping got faster and
harder. Larry reached his orgasm in my ass, his little cockhead pulsing
just inside my anus. Someone, Michael, I thought, said, "Aah" three times
in succession. The action behind me stopped. The weight on me
increased. Someone's hands gripped my sides. I could hardly lift my head to
keep working on Barney's hardening cock so moved it around a lot, sucking
fiercely on the head.
	Then the load on my back was reduced, twice. Harry and Michael had
pulled out of the ass they'd occupied for six or seven minutes and sat down
on the tile floor. Larry held on to me while I got to running my mouth up
and down Barney's cock. I expected his climax at any moment because his
cock kept getting harder and thicker. Then it happened. Gobs of strange
tasting boycum shot into the back of my mouth forcing me to swallow. I
stayed on him. The sperm kept coming until it dripped from the sides of my
mouth. I looked up at Barney's face. His head was on the blanket, his mouth
open. He was breathing hard.
	He looked up at me, saw the sperm dripping down his cock and
smiled. "Mostly protein according to my science teacher. Now you're really
gonna have muscles."
	I swallowed what was in my mouth and cleaned off the top half of
his cock.
	Barney sat up. "You guys are never going to believe it but that's
the first blow job I've ever had in my life."
	"Bull," said Michael. "What about Master Wentworth last year?"
	He sighed and shook his head. "That was bullshit. I did him and he
let me fuck him."
	"You sucked Wentworth?"
	"It was before I knew things. And he always took it out before he
came."
	The openness of Barney's remarks surprised me. It was hard to
imagine other boys admitting such a thing. It was an indication of the
closeness of our little group. I lay my head on his pelvis then realized
that Larry was still in me, still holding onto my shoulders. Barney noticed
it too and reached down to muss his hair.
	During the final two weeks of camp there was only one significant
event. Other than that, everything went on in the wonderful way it had
those past few days. Larry and I went to the mountain, the following
Tuesday and onward with Georgie who only shook his head at our making
out. Georgie became addicted to my tongue up his ass. Larry and I both
sucked off Barney a few more times.
	Milton, the sad kid from my cabin, never spoke to me or anyone else
I knew of. The effeminate boy who became my partner while Georgie was sick
refused to speak to me again. Beasley got caught during the last week
beating off in his bunk with five others and the porn magazine. Master Dean
gave them a stern lecture about sins of the flesh. All six broke out in
hearty laughter before he reached the hallway. The Master slammed his door
closed making them laugh even louder.
	The six of us exchanged addresses and phone numbers and promised to
be sure our parents would send us back to camp the next year.
	The one significant event I mentioned occurred the Friday afternoon
before we were to return to our homes. We had sat through a boring awards
ceremony during which I think everyone got something and the director
pitched us to convince our parents to send us back in June. Georgie had
been acting strangely all day. I assumed he wanted one last fuck before we
parted.
	We went up on the mountain. Larry was upset he couldn't go with us
but Georgie insisted. The hurt look on the eight year old's face almost
made me refuse to go without him. Georgie was silent the entire way. Once
we were undressed and on the blanket, me on my hands and knees trying to
pull him to me for a quick suck, he said, "Malcolm, wow, this is
difficult. Look, don't you ever tell anybody and I mean anybody, even if I
don't know them like Freddy." He pursed his lips and shook his head.
	"What?"
	"You promise?"
	"Of course. What?"
	"There's something I've got to try just once to see what it's like,
to see why you guys like it so much."
	My mind spun over the possibilities: kissing, sucking,
fucking. Then, before he said it, I knew.
	"I want you to fuck me."
	I tried to hug him.
	"C'mon, Malcolm, none of that shit. Let's do it. But you get your
own dick wet."
	He moved onto his hands and knees, dropping his head between his
hands on the blanket. I dribbled spit into my hand as I waddled behind him
on my knees. All those times sticking my tongue up his ass had paid off. A
kid didn't have to be a homo to enjoy a good fucking. Michael and Harry
weren't homos and, even with the kissing, I doubted Larry was one either. I
wiped some saliva on Georgie's tight little pucker and moved in. This was
going to be great. I knew how tight he was. I put the head of my penis at
his anus and checked to see it was well lubricated. I absolutely didn't
want any pain involved in my entry. I took hold of his hips and nudged
forward. The tip poked in. I felt the familiar heat crawl up my shaft as I
pushed the rest of the way into him. He was as tight as expected. His
sphincter gripped the base of my cock. Georgie didn't move.
	I slid my knees up a bit and began moving in and out, trying to
move up and down a little as I did it. That always felt good to
me. Shortly, I realized he was moving his ass up and down too. Georgie was
enjoying it. Why, I asked myself, hadn't he tried this before?
	I pulled out slowly and pushed in harder each time, making the
familiar smacking sounds as his buns met my body. His tight anus was
pressing on the soft bottom of my cock like a finger during masturbation.
	Georgie mumbled barely perceptibly, "Malcolm, jerk me off."
	That wasn't easy. I had to reach under him forcing me to lean over,
reducing the ease of fucking him. He was hard as steel. I was very gentle
knowing how close he was to orgasm. My passion was rising. I wished I was
lying on top of him. My cock grew inside him taking my breath away
momentarily. I shuddered as the pulsing of my orgasm rushed from my
prostate to the tip of my penis. I took firm hold of Georgie's cock and ran
my fingers up and down. I was so dizzy it was difficult to maintain my
balance. He came. I fell to the side, pulling him with me, holding his hips
tightly to me so we stayed together. Once on the blanket, I rolled us over
so I was on top of him. He allowed me that for half a minute then, he
nudged me off and lay on his back, looking at the sky.
	"So?" I asked anxiously, still a bit delirious from getting off
where I'd wanted to for so long.
	He seemed about to speak a couple of times but didn't. Then, "It
was neat, Malcolm. I don't know if I'll ever do it again, but I might."
	I wanted to kiss him but knew better.
	Larry and I made up on the seat of the abandoned World War II
truck.
	Saturday, September first, six buses, a bunch of cars and a few
limousines awaited us out front of the main building. It was very painful
for the six of us. We were all much happier with each other than we knew
we'd be at home. Only Michael and Harry had each other. The rest of us
faced a lot of unpleasantness. Larry, Georgie and I cried as little as we
could.