Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2006 11:51:27 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: Summer Camp Affair; Part Four

Part Three Was: Brian & Abernathy are being drawn into what they think is
sex club of boys from the camp. Jake, 16 is a pawn and eleven year old
Billy is the recruiter for that club.

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 Four -- Pledge of the Orifice


By the time I tracked down Brian at the main building it was just about
time to eat again and my stomach was rumbling.

"Hey," he said, "Where you been?"

"Your not gonna believe it," I puffed a little, having run the last 100
yards or so.

"I think that's my line," he said with a grin.

"What?" I said, totally lost.

"Never mind," he chuckled, shaking his beautiful mop of auburn hair. "So
what's up?"

"Not here, com'on," and I tugged his arm, heading for the little building
that served as a repair shop and maintenance shed.

"So spill, what's so exciting, dude?"

"Oh man," I exaggerated a look, "Jake is already being blackmailed."

"What," he sputtered, "Who, how?"

"He wouldn't tell me, said it was because he was in this sex club and his
dad's a member of congress!"

"Wait," he paused, that gleam sparkling in his eye for a second, "Sex club?
Here at camp?"

"That's what he said, bunch of guys get together and have sex."

"Holy Fuck!" he exhaled.

"I wish you wouldn't swear." I said seriously.

"Huh, why? He asked.

"Confucius say: One who uses profanity to express one self is^Å..FUCKING
illiterate!"

He looked at me for a second and we burst out laughing together.


As our laughter subsided he took wrapped his arms around me and gave me a
hug, then held me and as we moved in tighter, whispered in my ear, "How
`bout a blow job?"

"Love too!" I replied, gazing into those great eyes, and then giving him a
kiss.

I slide to one knee, letting my hands slip into his shorts and quickly
lowering them and his briefs.

I was stopped by his fingers as they softly ran across my face from both
his hands and he was looking down at me, the most radiant, loving glow
around his handsome features.

"You went first last time," and he lifted me, repeated my move and
releasing my genitals, dick responding rapidly, leaned and snuggled his
nose against my pubic bone.

Closing my eyes and tilting my head back I let the warm moistness that
encased my small shaft become my focal point, the rapture swelling my
barely pubescent testicles. His tongue swirled around the head sending
shivers up my spine, and then he let it free and licked, then sucked my
balls, hands kneading both cheeks of my ass.

"Shit," I softly moaned, "Suck me please!"

He slipped his lips over the crown and darted his tongue into the pee hole
and my legs went wobbly and I thought I would pass out, feeling every small
movement the soft, warm lips made upon my quivering four and half inches.

"Aghh, uh, ah," I grunted as the feeling pulsed first at the back of my
balls then rapidly traveled up through the shaft and I blasted off into my
friends mouth, three rapid fire bursts of my watery thirteen year old cum
as I jerked and thrust, involuntarily fucking his clinging mouth.

"Snap!" went a twig from a footstep and Brian fell back, an audible `POP'
as my still throbbing shank was ripped from his mouth.

"Omph," we both went at the same time, him from landing square on his rump,
me from the last pulse of my orgasm that released a thick glob of slimy,
viscous sperm that slide down the shaft of my cock, and then over my
hairless balls to land with a plop in the dirt.

"Somebody saw us!" I panted, trying to pull my sorts and underwear up.

Brian scrambled up and ran around the corner of the shed. When he came
right back, I was just tucking my shirt in and he started laughing. I look
at him astounded, then back at myself and saw just the head of my cock,
tangled in the leg band of briefs. I looked back and he was desperately
trying to stifle himself then lost it and joined him, losing my balance and
tumbled down, causing him to laugh even harder.

"Don't worry," he said, in between the hiccups and wiping away the fluid
from his watery, slightly red and puffy eyes. "It was just some kid, not a
camp person."

"DON"T WORRY!" I huffed, "Brian, what if he tells?"

"So? What if he does, besides, who's he gonna tell, his best friend?
They'll probably wind up trying it out. A counselor, he'll probably ask the
kid if wants to find out what it feels like."

"Pervert!" I smiled, who couldn't love somebody that loose, unassuming and
apparently unafraid.

"Yeah!" he smirked back, "I am, sometimes I really think I am."

"When did you first start doing it? Sex stuff I mean." I asked, my
curiosity peaked, knowing some of the things I dreamt about were pretty out
there.

"If you mean other then the kiddies' games before I was in school even,
then it would be about seven. This guy use to baby-sit me, his mom and my
mom were real close, she was my Godmother, man he was a hottie too!"

"How old was he?" I prompted, as Brian seemed to float away for a second.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," he sheepishly grinned, "He'd just turned fourteen, I
think, but I heard our mom's talking one day and his mom called him a "late
bloomer", so when we first started messing around he'd just sprouted a few
hairs, but hadn't wet cum yet."

Pretty classic stuff, the young teen, one Greg Wilson, was the studious,
but anonymous type, hiding a big secret that he finally acted upon with my
friend. The first evening Brian had been left in his care had been so
tortuous, play wrestling, tickling the firm little body and he barely
controlled himself as he supervised bath time.

Already nearly constantly erect for almost two hours, fairly successfully
hidden by the one size too small athletic supporter he'd employed since
entering puberty, he was near frantic when the wet little seal, glistening
with droplets of water and froth of sweet smelling bubble bath, after
having the water drained, played slide from the back to front, then
giggling and happy as a clam, hopped out of tub and stood grinning like a
mad man, his two inch boyhood saluting the near death like trance of the
astonished adolescent.

"Dry me!" the sweet lad requested.

Greg Wilson, six days past his fourteenth birthday, spontaneously orgasmed
into that tight, clutching supporter when his fingers, covered in the soft,
white cotton towel first contacted and squeezed the turgid little peter of
his young charge.

"He was my baby-sitter for almost two years," Brian smiled sadly. "I must
have let something slip, I guess, because all of sudden this eighteen year
old girl, Susan started coming. I knew it was secret, and that it was sex,
but for me it was all still sort of just another game too play."

"Boy did that change when I met Bill!" he shook those beautiful locks, and
laughed rather sardonically.

"Who was he?" I studied my friend, sensing the seriousness of his demeanor.

"We should go," he frowned, "I'm hungry!" then beamed at me, "Just
kidding!" and he smiled his normal, radiant beam and went on "Bill was the
guy Susan was engaged too, twenty-two and fucking ripped dude! I mean this
guy was Calvin Klein ripped and he was just the coolest dude, man did I
worship him!"

"Fucking politician was what he was," my friend spat, and then gave that
shake, but there was no laugh this time.

"He raped you didn't he," I said softly.

"Huh? No, well yeah I guess, technically, I mean, shit, yeah he did, fucker
did man, oh Abs, it hurt so bad!"

My tears started with his and we lunged for each other, grabbing, and
embraced tightly as we fought off the hysterics, silent, just catching our
breaths.

"You want to tell me about it?" I asked quietly, moving our noses together,
"You don't have too, but I think you should tell somebody."

We hugged for another few interminable minutes, and then he leaned back and
swiped his eyes with his forearm and then did the most disgusting thing I'd
ever seen in my life. He leaned sideways, held one finger against the side
of his nose and blew all the snot onto the dirt, then repeated the process
with the other nostril.

He sort of froze, then still bent over, cocked his head and looked me right
in the eye, grinned as a proverbial feline, rose up and burst into
hysterical laughter as he pointed and huffed, "The ^Å. Look ^Å.  YOUR ^Å^Å
FAAACE!"

My first thought, `geez, this kids a maniac!' then hearing his guffaws,
seeing his face lit up with such unpretentious mirth, I could not stop
myself from joining in, what we would become "known" for, a gale of
laughter that had us both tearing and futile trying to make them stop as
our sides would began too ache.

"Let's go to supper," I finally said, both of us fully recovered and trying
to escape an awkward moment, "You tell me when you want too, cool?"

"Yeah," he smiled, "Way cool Abs, just like you, way cool." He finished
with a hug.

Blue, orange and red, the sun set as we sat and enjoyed each other's
presence and how good I felt right at that moment has yet to be
surpassed. Yet as there were many others sharing moments, like the two
fourteen year olds trying to hide their excitement for each other in the
showers, the ten year old bent over his cot, sixteen year old counselors
modest five inches penetrating his anus for the first time and Billy
Pearson, tucked away in the owners cabin ankles pinned next to his ears,
the man's rather large penis positioned against the boy's experienced
sphincter.

"OW! FUCK!" he screamed as the head was blunted, and then forced, the whole
seven and half inch, three inch in circumference rod violated his ass in
one brutal thrust. "Take it the fuck easy, Jack," the strangled appeal
squeaked from Billy's grimacing face.

"Fuck you, you little cunt, I'll teach you to take somebody without
permission!"

The eighty-two pound, four and half foot tall eleven year old shut his
mouth and concentrated on relaxing his muscles, then working them with the
frantic pounding of the perverted old man's thrusts.

"Arggh, gaddamn!" the old fart growled and couldn't stop his release from
barreling out of his balls, stiffening with trembling legs, the ring of
Billy's ass clamping and releasing the base of his cock as he bloated and
burst five shots of his forty-two year cum inside his eleven year old
recruiter.

He rolled off the boy, defeated as always, Billy the best at playing the
rough role. `Kids worth every penny I give him', the lecherous old bastard
thought to himself. Billy slide off the bed as soon as the old sausage
shriveled and plopped out of his, clenching his cheeks with practiced care
and waddled into the can to expand the stuff in toilet.

Normally he'd make the old fuck eat all of it back out, but he didn't have
the time and quickly took care of business, finishing his cleaning with a
small enema, dressing and leaving without a word, yet his thought was `I'll
have all this one day, studio too!'

Maybe it was just me, who couldn't stop looking around for someone checking
me out, I was still a little unnerved at having been seen by the shed, but
everyone was pretty quiet. Brian was laughing and chatting as normal, so I
guess everything was okay, then his eyes met mine and I instantly knew it
was him.

`Oh my god,' I thought, `he's gonna come over here!' Yet he remained
seated, a placid look on his face, but then he'd get a gleam in his eye and
stare at me.

"Let's go!" I hissed to Brian.

"I'm not done," he said, a little of the child, petulant, "Go ahead, I'll
met you at the cabin"

`Flummoxed', I'd read that recently in some pirate, treasure adventure I
think, that's what I was and a little hurt, but being the good boy I said
nothing, just turned and left.

"Hi!" he said, startling me.

"Hi," I answered warily.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, my name's Kirin."

"Abernathy," I said waiting for the crack, receiving only a pleasant
smile. "Now or then?" I finally blurted out.

"Huh?"

"When you startled me, said you were sorry, did you mean just now, or
earlier today?"

"Both"

"Oh shit," I moaned, "What do you want?" I growled.

"Whoa, dude, chill man, it's all good!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I hissed, becoming furious.

"I'm into that stuff too, I wanna be that guy that was doin you before, I
wanna suck your cock, dude." He said totally deadpan.

After achieving a connection with the others, Jake Saunders slipped away
from the evening campfire and made his way to the clearing where the
meeting had been agreed would take place. The nervous glances and demeanor
was his trademark, his toned, tanned muscular body the feature that got him
small roles, bit parts. Of course the acting he did now would never be seen
in any main stream theater, film festival or be made into a Broadway
musical, with Fosse as choreographer.

The rest of us went together, but two other figures approached from a
different direction, one smaller then any of us, the other the large
imposing figure of one of our Senior Counselor's, Matt Gerber. He was
nineteen, high school super star and had just gone through his freshman
year of college, where he continued to shine.

He was imposing because up until I met him, I'd never seen anyone as
physically fit, his muscles bulged, his whole body commanding a confident
and well, he wasn't likable, but he was unlikable, if that makes any sense
at all. We just all knew, for the very first moment, that when he spoke,
you listened, when hen asked you to do something, you did it; he never had
to threaten or raise his voice except to be heard.

We all just stood in sort of a circle; the tension was obvious, nobody
dared speak ahead of the male alpha figure that was slowly and completely
contemplating all of us with an unrevealing gaze. When our vision
intersected and locked for a brief moment, I got an unconscious thought of
finality. `This is serious' my brain said inside itself, but it was also
wickedly exciting and I couldn't stop the erection that tented my camp
shorts.

"Well," he finally verbalized something, "I suppose you too thought you
were going to blackmail Jacob here, am I correct?" Matt glanced from Brian
and I.

"Uhm, well," I tried to think of something quick, this unexpected departure
from what I had thought would occur leaving me without my plan. Which
wasn't much, I just thought maybe some more experimentation and fun might
be had, if I could get everybody to be friends. "We weren't serious," I
tried. "I, I mean we, Brian and me, we,"

"We wanted to get our cocks sucked." Brain finally blurted out flatly.

"And you think threats are the way to get that?"

"No, I mean, well," Brian stumbled, "It just kinda was sexy, to think an
older guy could be made to do it, I mean well,"

"You mean you wanted to get back at somebody, punish them for what they did
to you."

"Yeah," Brian said with sudden vehemence and I knew who he wanted to get
back at.

"You can't do that by hurting somebody else." Matt said plainly and
unequivocally.

"Yeah, I know," Brian sagged, "It was stupid."

"Yes it was," the young man said with a little more softness, "But it might
also get you what you wanted, except this person deserves to be hurt,
because he hurts, Jake and Billy were doing something they both wanted too
do, but I will be honest with you, most of it was for your benefit."

"Our benefit, you mean you knew all along that we were watching?" I looked
at Jake.

"We all knew, except Kirin here," and he moved the other boy in
introduction and I finally recognized the boy who had wanted too suck my
cock. "He's here because he came to me upset at your rejection, Abernathy."

"But," I started, but a raise of his upturned palm halted me.

"It's all right," he went on, calm and in charge, "The rest of us are here
because we are offering you membership into a secret society, but I caution
you, this is not some kids game, if you join, our rather, if we allow you
to join, you will be expected to fulfill all your obligations. You will not
have to do anything, with anybody, you don't want or desire. Pain and
hurting is not allowed, unless for punishment against the society. Our main
function, if I maybe so crass, is sex, or at least it was, a group of guys
that want to be free of constraints and have sex with each other."

"What do mean, `or was'?" I asked.

"That's what we need your help with, especially you Brian." Matt smiled
just a touch or wickedness in his grin.

Chapter Five : Orgasmic Conspiracy