Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2006 20:42:02 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: Summer Camp Affair 03_Sealed Fates

First my apologies to everyone for getting this out of sequence, especially
the hard working archivists. Here is the third part that should have sent.

Part Two Was: Brian 12, Abernathy 13 have sealed their friendship and
discovered Jake, 16 is messing around with eleven year old Billy and want
too work the situation to their advantage.

All the usual disclaimers apply.

This is a story involving consensual sex between the principal characters,
which may include grown men and underage boys. If this type of story
offends you, or is not to your liking, then leave now. This is not true. It
is merely a figment of the author's imagination. The author does not
condone unsafe sex, and absolutely does not encourage sex with underage
people no matter the form.

Your comments and critiques are welcome at aberration@hush.com

Part Three -- Sealing Fates

Kennecott Summer Farm for boys was situated on a fairly large lake, a good
20 acres of beach front that had a dock, boat sheds and a little
maintenance shop. The other half of beach was the designated swimming area,
marked with rope and those floating plastic things. There was a rope swing,
attached to this huge Elm tree that would pass out over the lake about
twenty feet from shore and lift you about seven or eight feet above so you
could let go screaming and plummet for a split second.

A combination badminton/volleyball area, horseshoe pits, archery, and a
huge fire pit for the nightly campfires, the place really had it
all. Everything was quite new and well maintained the food actually pretty
good for cafeteria style and the staff was professional and trained.

Now, while I wasn't Mr. Pocket Holder, "Gee I love Geometry", white
athletic taped up, black framed glasses, I wasn't stupid either and had
learned early on, that most teachers only pushed for more if you display
any kind of intelligence and frankly, I was too lazy for that. Even at
thirteen I could do the math, and knowing what my parents paid for my
attendance, multiplied by the number of boys and things just didn't quite
make sense. The guy that ran the place was either a whiz at finding deals
or there had to be other money coming in, maybe some rich guy had left his
estate or something.

We got to the swim area with only a couple hours left before cleanup and
supper, so we made the most of them, trying out the rope swing, getting
into water fights and playing "Chicken" on each others shoulders. Many
hands grabbed me and I grabbed lots of others and naturally this play meant
coping a few feels here and there and being felt up a few times, mostly
Brian and I, but Billy was pretty forward and gave us both stiff
wieners. We never saw Jake until getting back to our cabin and performing
our chore of getting it a more organized mess.

"Hey Abs," he half whispered as he came close to where I had a broom and
was sweeping, "Talk to ya a minute?"

"Sure, Jake" I said with a grin, noting his serious demeanor.

"Let's take a little walk, no funny stuff, I promise."

"Okay," I agreed, "You go ahead and I'll slip out, so nobody notices."

He cocked his head at me, gave a relieved crack of a smile and said,
"Thanks, you're pretty cool, ya know that?"

"Thanks," I said, grinning back, then nodded my head toward the door and
said, "Go I'll be right behind you."

Naturally I went right over to Brian and filled him in quickly, issuing
instructions on what too do, just in case Jake was up to something. Like I
said, I'm not stupid, I read a lot, being an only child with overachieving
parents struggling to keep up with Jones' will do that to you. I was a fan
of comics, mysteries and science fiction, knew all about bad guys and their
tricks. Or so I thought.

He was waiting at the end of the cabin and when I reached him we walked
off, completely unnoticed, but I knew Brian would be back there covering
me, so I wasn't afraid, just a little nervous. We hiked off without saying
a word, just far enough for privacy.

"Look," he said, once we'd stepped into some bush cover, his toe digging
around and averting his eyes, "I can't tell you much, all I can really say
is I'm already being blackmailed, so whatever you want, I'll do it, I have
too, I don't have a choice."

I stood flabbergasted, attempting to manage the information and was at a
totally loss and the only thing that came to mind was, "By who?"

"I can't tell you," he said, locking my gaze with his eyes, "But it's
nothing like murder or anything, actually most of the time it's very very
good, sometimes it gets uhm, kinky, but, well, I can't get out of it, so I
just enjoy it."

"Enjoy what?" I said exasperated at his talking in circles."

"The Secret Tribe," he whispered, as though the trees were listening, "and
I've broken a contract just by telling you that, so here's all I'm gonna
say further," and he took a step closer, "The Secret Tribe is bunch of us
that get together and have sex."

"So," I queried, "How's that get you blackmailed, just because you messed
around a little?"

"This isn't just `messing around' he said, this is sex, real sex and it got
me blackmailed because my father is a congressman and would be ruined if he
found out his pride and joy loves to suck and fuck little boys."

"But," I started, but he cut me off.

"No, I can't say anything else, said too much already," and he hesitated,
shifted some more dirt then blurted, "just this, if you guys wanna get
involved, then messing around me is the way to it, now lets get back,
before we're missed," and he dragged my elbow, starting us back.

Once back at the cabin I went directly over to my cot and pulled out an old
paperback and pretended to read as I contemplated this heavy piece of
news. A sex club, with other boys, some obviously a lot older, the thought
of it gave me a boner and I rolled onto my stomach and read a few pages,
hoping desperately it would subside before we had to walk over for our
supper.

"So what happened," Billy asked his CIT, as they stood behind our cabin.

"I think we have two new recruits, or will if we do it right, you were
right, I think, Brian may act like he's the shit, but Abernathy is the
horny one."

"Told ya," the little boy in appearance, but far from it in reality said
with an air of superiority, "I can always spot `em."

"You've had lots of practice." The ruffled teen stated flatly.

"Yep," the kid brimmed, stuck out his melon sized ass cheeks and gave them
a playful swat, "This here is gonna get me millions!" he laughed with glee.

At eleven years of age, Bobby Pearson knew more about sexual functions and
the pleasuring of bodies then a lot of street whores, all of it achieved
through experience. He'd been an adorable baby, born to his young mother,
an aspiring model that had allowed her agent take her virginity, but
wouldn't marry her. They were well looked after, however, his mother
continuing her career, but quickly forced into the behind the scenes
network of the fashion industry.

Before he reached toddler, his mother saw her retirement in his adorable
chubby cheeks and immediately involved him, calling in a few favors. He was
constantly under the care of nannies, perched before the lights, cameras
and bustling photo shoots for baby products, real estate ads, anything that
would come their way.

As he neared the age where most boys and girls enjoyed their school days,
though they would of course claim hatred of it, Billy was exposed to many
different aspects of life; home schooling, being surrounded by bustling
people, hot lights and endless hours before the demanding needs of the
commercial marketplace.

At six he discovered, or retained is more accurate, that he held at least
some power within these hectic surroundings, overly educated he didn't fail
to note the desperation the young photographer displayed, as he pleaded
that secrecy was the most important thing, after he'd incited Billy's first
conscious erection, coaxed into his small office, an audition for an
underwear ad, the ruse.

Billy was too little to recall the "changing girls" present during his
powder, diaper and rash career, how they would make him giggle and coo as
they tweaked, tugged and then sucked his little penis to sedate him enough
to be whisked away for the "crucial shot".

Seven is considered lucky, mystical even and dependent upon the fence you
sit on, it could be considered that for young Billy Pearson as well, for
shortly after his birthday was when the first `approach' by the more seamy
elements of the industry were made.

Oh, quite vanilla, based on later events, but with full knowledge of his
parent, he was photographed in the nude.

The offers poured in after that.

The little forest excursion with his best supporter actor had been executed
flawlessly, so it would seem, the screen test would come at the little talk
that smart assed Abernathy had so erringly arranged. It had created a need
for improvisation to the original script of course, but Billy was almost
certain that everything would work out just fine.

So good in fact, he was horny as hell, recruiting always made him horny and
dismissing Jake he decided to wander over and see if the that red headed
nine year old wanted to continue the "peter prick" they'd started at the
lake.

He made his way to the cabin and found him lounging on his bunk, just
loving the way these kids craved the attention of an older boy, his offer
of a hike enthusiastically accepted. Glancing around too insure they hadn't
been noticed too much, he quickly led them to same area used earlier that
morning, drug out the hidden supplies and spread a blanket.

Ten minutes later he'd gotten the little red head to pose for half a dozen
pictures, the last two without his shirt. Twenty minutes passed and the
naïve, star struck boy slipped his cartoon underpants off his legs and let
his new friend take nude pictures. Half an hour later, naked and heaving
for breath, nine year old Peter Flaxon achieved his first dry orgasm as
Billy's experience was passed along yet again and the possibility of
another star of the camp begin to emerge. Peter was more then willing to
learn and it was an hour and a half before a stunned and tired, plain old
American boy one minute, now red, white and blue plucked puppy, stumbled
into his cabin and slumped onto his cot, dozing before he had to go to
supper.

Chapter Four: Pledge of the Orifice