Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2007 07:13:32 -0400 (EDT) From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com> Subject: Ten-year olds at Camp Pt 11 FINAL INSTALLMENT Copyright 2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and male minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. ----- FINAL CHAPTER "Shit, Feller. Stop saying you're sorry already! You got nothing to be sorry about. What happened to you should never happen to any little boy. I wish I could have been in that park with you. I'd make sure that Riley guy didn't hurt you." "You gonna send me home now?" "Is that what you want?" "No." "OK." "So I can stay here in camp?" "Yes." "OK." Pause. "What if I don't want any fucking, is that OK?" "Yes." "OK." Pause. "And uh, what if I do, is that ok?" "Yes." "OK." "Do you?" "No." "OK." "Petey, why do you ask me to finger your asshole?" "Well, the first couple times, like in the tree house, I was like testing you. I told you No when you asked if I wanted a fuck. But Arnie said No too. So I had to be sure. I thought if I let you put a finger in there then you won't be able to stop and you'll rape me. But you didn't. And then I noticed it made me feel sorta good. So I asked for it again in bed. And you still didn't fuck me." "You want it again now?" "Yeah." "OK." Wes held Petey close, silently fingering his hole, and planting gentle kisses on the side of his face. Soon they could hear kids in the distance heading to the lake. "You want to swim?" Petey shook his head No. "OK." They sat there, on the pavement, behind the van. After a while, Wes heard Petey's stomach churn. "You want to eat?" Petey nodded. They stood up and walked to their cabin. Jesse's Big Buddy was Gino. He was going to cook Italian sausage. Petey told him he should have giardiniera with it. The two boys listened to Gino and Wes talk about their first time at camp, their campfires and chow halls, their swim times and games. They also told about their Big Buddies, the two crazy brothers, candy ass Cookie, cowboy Tex, and cum-spewing George. But most of all, Barry and Jeremy, the two men who first opened up their virgin boyholes. These would always have a special place in their hearts. At the campfire, Petey was visibly more relaxed. He was laughing at jokes. He was singing. He even took part in Simon Says, and did very well for a kid, but not as well as Harry and Jerry. Doc watched him and patted Wes on the shoulder. Petey's afternoon catharsis had emptied him of a lot of shit and he was now on his way to recovery. That night in bed, Petey fell sound asleep spooned in Wes's warm body, with Wes's friendly finger up his ass. For the next couple days, Wes observed a more normal, more animated, and certainly happier Petey. In the chow hall and at the lake, he interacted with the other boys. He even joined in a baseball game (the 'skins' team) and got a single. He and Wes paddled a canoe across the lake, made goofy poses for Shuttlebug, and one night went outside to study the stars. Petey named all the constellations for Wes. One afternoon, Jesse said some of the boys were going to play hide-and-seek. They asked Petey to join. Wes gritted his teeth, but Petey said "Sure" and charged off. Was his healing really that profound? On Wednesday night, after their barbecue, they had a few minutes before campfire. Petey said to Wes, "Do you want me to give you head?" "Do you want that?" "Yeah." "Why?" "Well, it sort of looks like fun. The boys say it IS fun. Especially when they get it in the face." "OK. Now listen carefully." Wes carefully guided the novice in the fine art of oral sex. Petey learned quickly of course, completing Cocksucker College in a matter of minutes. At the campfire he proudly wore his diploma on his face. Later, as they were brushing their teeth before bed, Petey said, "Wuss, ah fank awana try fuggin." "What the hell did you say? Spit the toothpaste out and say that again." "Wes, I think I want to try fucking." "I don't know, are you sure?" "No." Petey resumed his toothbrushing, then rinsed. "I think so, but I'm not sure. I mean if it's like what you say, it's like a way of showing you love someone, well, I love you, Wes. I want to make you happy." Wes began singing, "And I want to make you happy." Then they both looked at each other in the mirror and sang, I want to make you happy every way I can. You already..." They got into bed. "Petey, you don't have to do this. I already know you love me. But if you want me to, I will. And, Petey, as soon as you say No, or Stop, I will." "I know. Can we like do some foreplay first, Wes?" "Yes, Petey, we can do lots of foreplay." They kissed each other, stroked each other, fondled each other, 69'ed and sucked each other. In the other bed, Cookie had just filled Jesse's little hole and now both of them were watching the passionate scene in Petey's bed. Wes picked his baby up, laid his head on the pillow, lifted his skinny legs up to his shoulders, and laid on him smothering him with kisses. His hands were opening the KY and then applying generous glops to the still-virgin hole. He then took hold of the boy's two ankles. "OK, Feller?" he whispered. "Yeah, that's enough foreplay. I love you, We..." Wes's mouth cut off his sentence. His tongue darted inside, as a token of another penetration about to occur. Wes pressed his mushroom head against the boy's sphincter, closed his eyes, and pushed. "Ngghh," he heard the feller say, but not "No." Not "Stop." Wes pushed in just a little, and pulled back, in, out, in, out. His body was drenched in sweat. In, out, deeper, deeper, in, out, faster, faster, in, out, harder, harder. Petey was moaning. Then he whispered something. Wes turned his ear to the boy's mouth hoping he'd repeat it. "Yes," the boy said. Just then, Wes's balls tightened and a volley of cum ropes went shooting into Petey's precious love tunnel. Petey repeated it louder, "Yes. Yes." Wes, totally spent, collapsed on top of his young lover. Wes noticed Petey was quiet at breakfast. That would have been normal a few days before, but lately the boy had been socializing. Had Wes gone too far the night before? Perhaps he shouldn't have pushed it. He should have waited. He misread the signs. "I'm sorry, Feller." "Huh? About what?" "I'm sorry, well, you know, about last night, you know, in bed." "Fuck. Now you're being an idiot again. You got nothing to be sorry about, Wes." "Shit. Well, you seem so quiet, Petey. I thought maybe..." "Well, you thought wrong, Dumbass. It's not that." "You want to tell me what's bothering you then?" "Well, you promise you won't get mad? I don't want to hurt your feelings, but, uh, you see, I do love you a lot, Wes." "Come on, Feller, spit it out." "Well, like, you might get the wrong idea, that like I don't love you no more, but that ain't it." "Petey..." "OK, OK, you see, I was wondering can I get a new Big Buddy today?" "Shit, really? That's what you want?" "Look, I know you're a super guy, it's not that, and I really thank you for helping me and all that, it's not that, and I think your cock is super and your fucking is super, I guess, it's not that." "Well then, what is it? Stop with the bullshit." "Well, the other boys, they been getting different Buddies every day and they sorta look like they like having different Buddies each day." "You want other men to fuck your ass now, Petey?" Petey replied sheepishly, "Yeah." "You don't want to be stuck with me any more?" "Hehe, well, I know some boys here who say you're kinda cute in your tool belt and all, not me, of course, but other boys. I'm sure they'd like to have you for a Big Buddy." "You're just tired of telling me how to fix stuff." "Hehe, yeah that too. Hehe." "Smartass! You promise if you get tired of those other men, you'll come back to me?" "You want me to?" "Yeah." "OK." Petey gave Wes a big hug. "OK. Let's find Doc and see about getting the Buddy schedule changed." For the rest of his stay, Wes saw a lot of Petey, even though he wasn't his Big Buddy. Once when he was Jesse's Big Buddy he watched Bobby, the Black Bomber, pump his juice into Petey. Once Petey and Jesse complained there was a mouse in the ceiling, just so Wes would be summoned (with his new assistant Mitch). Of course, Wes got to fuck Petey during the Stick 'Em Up Game. One day at lunch, Wes saw Petey helping Cookie while sucking on a huge candy stick. All his Big Buddies joked about Petey's limitless knowledge. He told Cookie about healthy cooking, Julio about the environmental effects of detergents, Shutterbug about brands of cameras, Manuel about planting flowers, Hi about young Mozart. He had opinions in every area of expertise. The men began to speculate Petey was really a forty-year old man disguised as a boy. By the time the two weeks were over, Petey's precious asshole had swallowed the cum of well over a dozen men. So had his mouth. He had also discovered the pleasures of rimming and water sports and dildos. He was making plans to come back the next year, and also wanted Billy, his pal back home, to come to camp. Billy was only nine, but next year he'd be old enough. .oOo. When camp was over, Petey asked Julio if Wes could drive him back. Julio rubbed his thigh and said it was all right with him. Petey was very special to Wes, who readily agreed. As they rode along in the car, they talked and joked and laughed and sang. Wes said if he didn't have to keep his hands on the steering wheel, he'd be all over the boy. When Petey's grandmother opened the door, she exclaimed, "My, look how big you grew. I guess they fed you well. Did the men cook better than your Grandma?" "Do I have to answer that?" Wes stepped forward. "Hi, I'm Mr. Derrick, but everyone calls me Wes. I'm so glad to meet you." "Come in, come in." They sat down in the livingroom. "Grandma, look at all my stuff." Petey opened his backpack, and started unpacking. "Here's pictures of me at camp. Shutterbug took them. See. I rode a horse, a Palomino." The old lady started thumbing through the album, while Petey quickly rattled off, "...and here's my flashlight and here's my binoculars and here's my knife and here's my dildo and here's my old clothes and here's my new clothes and..." Did the boy just show his Grandma his dildo? Shit, Feller. Maybe she didn't hear him. She's old. Maybe she was looking at the pictures. "You look so happy, Petey. I know you had lots of fun." "Yeah, I did." "Did you ever get naked?" "Yeah, a lot." Wes was starting to get uncomfortable with the lady's line of questioning. "And the men also. They got naked?" "Sure, Grandma." Wes coughed. "Well, maybe I should get going." "No, Wes, please stay a little more. Please. Grandma I love Wes. He taught me all about sucking and fucking." Jesus Christ! Wes was beet red now. "Uh, Petey? Do you remember what you did last night?" "Yeah. The oath of secrecy. Don't worry, Wes. I ain't gonna tell the cops or my teachers or nobody. Just Grandma. I got no secrets from Grandma. Wes was shaking like a leaf. He was expecting Chris Hansen and an NBC cameraman to come out of the closet. The Grandmother saw his concern. "Don't worry, Mr. Derrick. I'm not going to turn you in either. Petey, Billy has been calling all morning. He wanted to know as soon as you got home. Why don't you go in your room and call him?" "Neat! I hope he can be fresh meat next year. Wes, promise you won't run away while I'm in there?" "Uh, yeah, I promise." After Petey had left, the lady began her story. "You see, Mr. Derrick, my son, Petey's father knew all along what kind of camp this was. I didn't raise a stupid kid." Now Wes saw where Petey inherited his brains. "But the trial and all that Petey's gone through. Why would his Dad send him to a camp like ours?" "Ever since the trial, Petey has been wary of men. Even more than Arnie. I think Arnie coped by erasing it from his mind. Petey just kept it there until it consumed him. His Daddy didn't want Petey growing up afraid of men. Not even men who took their pants down. He wanted him to know there were men who loved boys, really loved them, not just for sex, but as whole boys." Wes, a little less red, was still puzzled. "Let me tell you about my brother Patrick. He was a city policeman, and a wonderful man, admired and respected by everyone. He was also a boy-lover. He hated the perverts that preyed on little kids in the parks, and he was glad whenever he could help put one away. My son loved his Uncle Patrick. From when he was a little boy he visited him all the time. Of course my husband and I knew what they were doing at his house. And we also knew how happy our son was there. Uncle Patrick taught him about respect, and self-respect, and prejudice, and also about protecting ! himself, how to spot the bad men. And my son, Petey's father, learned to feel good about sex. He had a strong wonderful marriage and two wonderful sons." "What happened to Patrick?" "Before Petey was born, Patrick was killed while on duty. There was a shootout on the street between the police and some drug dealers. The cops shot from behind thir patrolcar. But then Patrick saw a little boy wander into the street. He jumped out from cover to rescue the boy and was shot down. He was given a hero's funeral. The whole force lined the streets as his hearse went by." "Wow. You must be very proud of your brother." "The one who was most proud was my son, Petey's Daddy. A month or two ago, he talked to me about the camp and we both agreed it would be good for Petey to meet men who really loved boys like Uncle Patrick did. Then last month when little Petey saw his whole family die, I thought the men at camp could help him heal. I was right. Thank you Mr. Derrick." Petey came out of his room and saw Wes crying. Wes reached down and Petey jumped into his arms and hugged his neck. Wes didn't care that the grandmother was there; he pushed Petey's shorts off his rump and held his lovely bare ass in his hands one more time. "See you next summer, Feller. We'll have a big RV waiting for you." ----- So, that's the end of the story. If you liked it, I hope you take a look at my other stories on Nifty. I want to thank all the readers who took the time to tell me how they liked this story and to offer suggestions. Every Nifty author loves to get mail from his readers. You can write me at Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.