Date: Fri, 06 Jul 2007 09:14:13 -0400 (EDT)
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Ten-year olds at Camp Pt 6

Copyright 2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without
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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
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The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any
resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is
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After the game, big black Julio softly crooned the closing song, "I just
want to tell you, Wes, I think that you are neat!" Everyone headed off to
bed. Wes felt so loved here at camp. It didn't matter he hadn't won the
game. Every night, a different man sang to him and the words seemed to
flow right from his heart. Julio added his juice to the cocktail already
in Wes's hole, and both slept soundly.

The second Saturday was an exciting day. At the Buddy Swap, Wes learned
he and Sammy would be George's prizes for the day. Both boys felt so
proud. Then the RVs started arriving. There were ten in all, huge things
with rooms that expanded out the sides. These would be used by the Grade
A Primes that would be coming. Many new men were also arriving.
Unfortunately, a few of the Big Buddies also had to leave. Their job
commitments prevented them from staying the full two weeks. Wes said
goodbye to Raymond his Big Buddy from Thursday, Chris his van driver who
was the first man ever to squeeze Wes's boytool, and Barry the man who
opened his back door once and for all, to the marvelous joys of fucking.

The boys also called their parents to again reassure them they were all
fine, healthy, unhurt, and happy. Wes told his Dad, "You know, Dad, you
was right, I been playing along, even when some stuff was like strange.
And then I found out they was really fun. Thanks, Dad. I love you."

Just before lunch, a bus pulled up, and twenty Grade A Primes, already in
their camp uniforms, climbed out. Wes stood by as Victor ran up to give
Nicholas a high-five. He began animatedly telling him about all the cool
things he'd done. "See, I told you!" Nicholas replied.

George took his two buddies into lunch and they sat at the winners' table
with Clyde and his lucky two Big Buddies. New tables had been added to
accommodate the extra men and Grade A Primes, so things were a little
tight. Cookie had his hands full with twice as many mouths to satisfy. No
one seemed to mind, however. The fact their asses were more tightly
squeezed together just meant for more groping. If you glanced around, you
would often see a man or boy eating with one hand. The boy would have his
other hand inside the front of the man's shorts. The man's free hand
would be down the back of the boy's shorts. You might see a boy and man
sharing a bite of food, like a carrot, eating it from opposite ends until
their mouths met in a kiss. One boy was eating his lunch, sitting on the
man's lap, already getting fucked by the Big Buddy he'd only met a few
hours earlier. He wanted to give this man pleasure, because he knew it
would be returned in kind. The lyrics they learned! was not simply a camp
song, it was a philosophy of life: I want to make you happy every way I
can. You already made me happy. That's why I want to make you happy every
way I can.

After a dessert of strawberry shortcake, George took his two prizes out
to the tennis court. He noticed them whispering to each other. "Uh,
George?"

"Yes, Wes?"

"Do you, uh, still got any cum left? I mean, you was the best fucker last
night in the game, so I hope you still got some left for Sammy and me."

"Hehe, you horny little kids. You want me to fuck you?"

"Yeah!" both boys shouted.

"Scamps, I'm going to fuck you over and over and over, 'til you beg for
mercy!!"

"Yippee!" In a shot, both boys had their shorts off and were pushing each
other to get their ass in front of George. "Me first! No, Me first!"

This rivalry of course had happened other years. George was no stranger
to the best fucker award. He had started coming to camp as a college
student three years ago. His father was one of the camp directors. Now he
was working on Madison Avenue, but each summer he made sure to keep these
two weeks free. Camp kept him young. "Don't worry, boys, George will have
plenty for both of you. Now who gets fucked first? We have to decide fair
and square." George pulled out two dogtags from the previous night, one
read Wes and the other Sammy. He dropped his shorts and pushed both tags
up his asshole, with the chains hanging out. "OK, you two have to choose
one chain, bring it around and hook it over George's dick. You have to
choose together, and there will be no arguing over the results." Wes and
Sammy played with the identical chains hanging out of George's ass. There
was no way of knowing which was which. Finally, after some eeny meeny
mineys and moes, they chose one and hooked! it on the tool. George
scrunched up his face and pushed and two dogtags plopped out. Wes's fell
on the ground. Sammy shouted yippee. "OK, but, Wes, I want to suck your
beautiful little dick while I fuck Sammy's ass." And so it started. There
by the clay court, passersby saw either Sammy or Wes flat on his back on
the bench, his legs splayed, his feet by his shoulders, George's cock
pumping away at his ass, while George's mouth was vigorously sucking his
little friend. Each time George shot his load, they traded places, and
sure enough George was instantly ready to fuck again. After a few
rotations, they did doggy, then lap. There was no stopping the cum
machine. But the boys never cried for mercy.

They probably would have continued for hours but someone shouted, "Hey,
George! We want to play some tennis, do you mind?" The members of the
ménage à trois looked up, and laughed. They picked up their shorts and
sauntered off, bare-assed.

As they rounded a bend in the path, George reached down and inserted a
middle finger in each boy's cumlined ass. This made them both squeak and
they had to walk on tip toe. They collapsed behind the backstop where a
baseball game was in progress: Fresh Meat and their Big Buddies vs. Grade
A primes and theirs. "So, tell me, Wes, Sammy, what things have you
learned this week? I mean besides fucking. It's clear you got that down
pat." The boys recited their lessons about jerking, rimming, sucking, and
water sports. George played like he didn't understand and insisted on a
demonstration. So the boys pushed him down on the ground and tag teamed.
First they jerked him off, their twenty tiny fingers manipulating his
masterful cock every which way. Then they made him kneel and put his
shoulders on the ground so his ass was high and exposed and the boys
licked from the top of his crack to his balls and back again, then pushed
their tiny tongues as far as they could into his assho! le. They flipped
him over again and sucked his dick and balls in tandem, 'til his precum
was flowing like a fountain. Then they peed on his face. At that they
heard applause and turned to see both baseball teams watching them. Wes
and Sammy took a bow. They insisted it was time for more fucking. George
was certainly primed again. They went behind the bleachers and began
stealing more of George's cum as the game resumed on the field. By now,
the boys knew they didn't have to compete for George's cock. He had an
ample supply of sperm for both of them. All three began going at it at a
more leisurely pace. But if the boys thought all competition had ended,
however, George raised a new problem. "Now, we got ourselves a big
decision to make here, boys. We can all sleep in Sammy's bed tonight or
in Wes's bed." Neither boy felt like moving, even for one night, so once
again two dogtags went up George's ass. The game was between innings, so
George called the umpire, Randy, over to h! ook one of the chains on his
cock. This time when his hole spat out th e dogtags, Sammy's fell on the
ground and Wes yelled Yippee.

They slipped their shorts on, but both boys had moist sticky circles on
their back sides. As George escorted his charges back to the cabins,
other men shook their heads in wonder. A rumor was circulating that in
reality, George was twins and when no one was looking the twins switched
places. What else could explain the man's amazing virility?

They stopped briefly at Sammy's cabin to pick up his toothbrush, and
clean clothes for the next day. His roommate was happy he and his Big
Buddy would have the cabin to themselves for one night. He joked that
Sammy snored.

At the grill, George proved he had skills other than fucking. The boys
found the bratwurst he cooked as delicious as the one between his legs.
At the campfire, George showed off his musical talent. He played a guitar
and sang some songs. Then he sat beside Wes and Sammy as other guys
performed skits, told jokes, and of course Hi led everyone in camp songs.
The group was now twice as large, and the singing carried off into the
woods. Actually, George didn't exactly sit beside the boys. He took turns
sitting under them, giving them juicy lap fucks throughout the program.
At the end, as all the other men crooned, George held his two prizes and
sang:

I just want to tell you, Wes and Sammy,
I think that you both are neat!
I also want to tell you that
You made my day complete.
When we go to bed tonight,
I'll take you both in my arms
And I will dream about you both, Sammy and Wes,
And all your many charms.

He then propped one boy up on each shoulder and carried them back to
Wes's cabin. That night, in Wes's bed, George fucked each boy several
times before they went to sleep. Lee and his Big Buddy found it all
entertaining as well, not to mention stimulating. Like watching a nonstop
porn movie. Throughout the night, George woke each boy up separately for
more fucks. In the morning, both boys were tired and walking pretty
bowlegged to breakfast. Tex told them they looked like cowboys. Boys who
had been with George earlier in the week smiled sympathetically. Wes and
Sammy were just as glad to have the Buddy swap that morning. George was
great for twentyfour hours, but they weren't sure their asses could take
any more without, as he said "begging for mercy."

On Monday it rained all day. Men and boys ran from building to building.
Raincoats were distributed. And the equipment in the game hall got lots
of use, the pool tables, knock hockey, video games, Ping-Pong. There were
several card games, and board games. Shutterbug set up a DVD in one
corner showing highlights of the previous week. Of course, all the boys
and men also knew plenty of fun things to do on a rainy day as long as
there were cocks and assholes handy, so no one complained about the
weather.

By the time Friday came around, Wes knew all the men in camp, and had had
most of their cocks up his ass. He had made many friends among the boys
as well. Boys of all races, shapes and sizes, but all united in their
newfound excitement for anal sex.

Doc was relieved another camp season was drawing to a close without major
mishap. There were the usual scrapes and insect bites, poison ivy and
muscle cramps. But thankfully no broken bones or anything serious. He was
especially glad all those tender young rosebuds had been plucked without
getting torn to shreds. Every year before camp opens, Doc lectures the
men strongly about the need for lubrication when dealing with such
fragile sphincters, and the men out of their deep love for boys listen
and follow his advice.

That night around the campfire, the mood was very different from the
"Stick 'Em Up" orgy of the week before. This time, the fresh meat were
given a serious talk about secrecy. Camp was like a family, and there are
many things no one should ever talk about outside of the family. They
should not tell anyone about the sex games they played. Not their
teachers. Not their parents. Nobody. They were told how all the Big
Buddies, their new friends, could go to jail if even one boy said
anything. It was scary to think all these kind and loving men could be
destroyed by one loose tongue. Everyone stood and recited the oath of
secrecy.

Then some Grade A Primes stood up and described what the year since last
summer had been like. Some had close calls but they managed to guard the
sacred trust they'd been given. One told how his Mom discovered his dildo
one day and he quickly made up a story about finding it in the park. Thom
said his parents from Cambodia were struggling to learn English. So he
taught them the Mighty Fine Song, (well, not all the verses, hehe.) He
also taught them, "I just want to tell you, Thom, I think that you are
neat!" His mother asked him what it meant to "take you in my arms." He
told her that was just an expression. Now he hears his parents singing
the song to each other at night. Nicholas said when his parents ask him
to take out the garbage, he doesnâ^À^Ùt complain like he used to. Instead
he sings, "I want to make you happy every way I can." So they think the
camp is wonderful. He also said last Spring he got together with three
other boys from camp and four of the men. They to! ld their parents the
men were taking them for a day at the zoo. After an hour at the zoo, they
went to a hotel and played the way they did in camp.

When Wes climbed into Doc's van the next day after lunch for the ride
back to the city, he had a new backpack filled with his freshly laundered
clothes, old and new, his flashlight, binoculars, knife, and carefully
hidden his dildo. He also had a personalized album of camp photos from
Shutterbug, showing him riding horses, swimming, playing ball, all good
wholesome camp activities. To forestall embarrassing questions, someone
had also packed six laundered (though unused) pairs of underwear and a
set of pjs. In his mind he held wonderful memories, and great new
knowledge about marvelous fun activities, and in his heart he held a
special place for all the kind gentle men who sang him to sleep each
night:

I just want to tell you, Wes,
I think that you are neat!
I also want to tell you that
You made my day complete.
When we go to bed tonight,
I'll take you in my arms
And I will dream about you, Wes,
And all your many charms.

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Young Wes is back home from camp. But he is not the same boy that left.
Sure his hole was filled there, repeatedly. But his mind was also filled
with wonderful memories, and his heart was filled with love.

My original plan was to end the story here. However, I got so many
letters from appreciative readers (more than for any of my other
stories), that I decided to add more. There will be five more chapters,
for a total of eleven.

Every Nifty author loves to get mail from his readers. Please write and
tell me how you like this story.
Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.