Date: Sat, 07 Jul 2007 08:18:37 -0400 (EDT)
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Ten-year olds at Camp Pt 7

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Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and
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THE REUNION

"Dad! Dad! Come quick! It's Barry!"

Mr. Derrick knew Wes had answered the phone and was talking away, but he
didn't remember any kid in the projects named Barry. He came over and
softly asked, "Barry Who?"

"Barry from camp! He's one of the men. He wants to ask you something.
Please say Yes! Please! Please!" Wes handed the phone to his father.

"Mr. Derrick. Glad I could speak with you. I want to tell you everyone at
camp thought the world of your boy. Wes must make you very proud."
Derrick thanked him. "I was just telling Wes I've been talking to some of
the other men and we thought it would be nice to have a litttle outing
with a few of the boys next Saturday. We were going to start with the
boat over to Liberty Island to see the Statue, then have lunch in
Chinatown. After that, we haven't worked out all the details but we'll
make a full day of it. We'd really love for Wes to join us." Derrick told
Wes to go into his bedroom and wait.

When he got off the phone, Wes ran out. "So can I go? Dad, Can I?"

"I'll let you know tomorrow, Son." Wes looked at him like he had two
heads. Why did he have to wait a whole day to learn if he could see his
friends again? Was he being punished for something?

The days since Camp ended seemed to pass slowly. All Wes could think of
was returning next summer as a Grade A Prime. He hummed the songs he
learned in camp, and each night sang himself to sleep with the Good Night
Song. When he played with his dildo, he pretended it was Bill or Cookie
or Tex or one of the other men penetrating his asshole. He told Bobby and
Gino he hoped they could go next year. He said he put in a good word for
both of them. Now, suddenly, out of the blue, in October, he had a chance
to get back with some of his Buddies not next summer but next Saturday!
Why wouldn't his Dad let him go?

.oOo.

"So, Barry, do I put a check mark by Wes's name?"

"Better put a question mark, Hank. Wes's Dad was acting kind of funny. I
don't know what's on his mind. He said the boy could go on one
condition."

"Uh-oh, what condition?"

"He wouldn't say, but he wants me to meet him at his plant when he gets
off work tomorrow."

"Oh, I guess he's one of those. You better take the checkbook. I hope the
guy can be reasonable. We better call Chris. He's dealt with him. Ask him
how much he thinks we should offer."

.oOo.

Wes got his Dad's approval and on Saturday morning, he was up bright and
early waiting for his ride. When the van pulled up, Ken was driving. Hank
was in the front passenger seat. Barry, the man who took Wes's virginity,
was in the middle seat beside young Malcolm. And Julio was in the back
seat between little Hugh and Russ. Wes was so excited, he almost forgot
to kiss his parents goodbye. He climbed aboard beside Barry, and now the
complement was complete, four men, four boys. As they drove off toward
the ferry, they sang the Mighty Fine Song lustily. Gee, it was fun to
sing it again. Fun to see his Buddies again. Fun to have someone else's
hands inside your pants!

The boat ride across the bay was good. The sun cooperated so they could
take lots of pictures to show their parents, pictures standing in front
of Miss Liberty! Pictures of boys who understood freedom in a whole new
way. The lunch in Chinatown gave them a chance to try using chopsticks
(Wes wished Lee was there) but also a chance to recount stories of meals
back in camp. Everyone was laughing remembering those happy times.
Occasionally, a hand would wander over and give the neighbor's package a
gentle squeeze, but they knew they weren't at camp. They had to behave
themselves in public.

However, after lunch, they drove to a building on the upper west side,
where Hank lived. "No one's going to bother us here, boys. We can do what
we want," he winked. As soon as they got inside Hank's apartment, the
boys started stripping off their clothes. There was no reason to waste
any time. "Wow, you guys look as anxious as we are! Come on, let's get
this party started." Soon, all eight were naked and beginning to show off
their masturbatory skills. "Just one more thing I have to explain, kids.
That room down the hall is my bedroom. The reason the door is closed is
because there's another man in there. His name is Mike. He wants to work
at the Camp next Summer, but of course we have to make sure he's right
for the job, so today you Grade A Primes are going to test him out.
You'll go into the bedroom one at a time and work him over. Then you will
vote. If you decide he has what it takes, then we will let him come to
Camp. His fate is in your hands, boys." Wow, thought! Wes, these men
trusted his judgment. Awesome. "OK, Hugh, you can be the first to meet
Mike. Get in there, Tiger!" Hugh went skipping down the hall and into the
bedroom. Meanwhile, Wes, Russ and Malcolm went to work on their four Big
Buddies.

Every night Wes's dreams had danced with big hairy juicy cocks; now
finally his dreams were coming true. He knelt down and sucked Julio's
huge black tool first. He closed his eyes. He was in heaven again. Julio
had just spent several hours with these four angels and that was enough
to get him primed. It didn't take long for Wes's mouth to work its magic.
Julio pulled out and creamed his happy face. Wes laughed and fell into
Julio's enveloping arms. "I missed you, Spaceman," Julio whispered. Wes
could see Russ had his face buried in Hank's ass, slurping away. Barry
and Ken were attending to young Malcolm's needs, Barry cuddling the boy's
cock and fingering his hole, while Ken fucked his face.

The boys began to switch off, an informal Buddy Swap, and soon Wes was
back with Barry. Sure, the other men were wonderful, but Barry would
always have a special place in his heart. "Do me like you did that first
night, Barry, please." How could Barry not grant the ten-year old's
heartfelt prayer. He laid the boy on the floor, with some throw pillows
to comfort his sweet body, and gently, slowly, lovingly, began to fuck
his little ass again.

Wes was too engrossed to notice Hugh returning to the group. He didn't
see Hugh's broad grin. He didn't hear him sigh, "Shit, Mike is amazing!"
Or whisper to Russ it was his turn with the guy on probation. He didn't
even notice when Hugh motioned to Julio that he just needed a minute to
cool off before he'd be ready for the black torpedo. By the time Barry
had finished reenacting Wes's cherry-popping, Hugh was already impaled on
Julio and riding it like a carnival ride.

Malcolm was now busy with Hank, so Wes went over to Ken and asked if they
could rim each other. Wow, he had almost forgotten how good it felt to
have an adult tongue punetrating his boysized hole. He knew Ken was
licking Barry's cum, which made it all the more erotic. They switched
places, and Wes tasted anew a big delicious hairy ass, like the many he'd
had last July but not since.

After a few minutes, Barry had a new urge. "Does anyone here want to
drink my piss?" Me. Me. Me. The three boys jumped up and raced to the
bathroom and hopped in the tub. The four men looked at each other and
laughed. Piss trumped everything it seemed. They wanted to satisfy all
the boys, so they all went in to empty their bladders into joyful young
receptive faces. However, just then Russ came out of the bedroom,
somewhat bedraggled, yet looking content. He said Malcolm should go in
next to see Mike. So Russ took Malcolm's place in the tub and the golden
showers began. Then all four men crowded in and turned on the shower.
Flesh squeezed against happy flesh, they jostled and elbowed each other,
four naked men and three naked boys. Hank climbed out first and handed
towels around to everyone. It reminded Wes of the warm towel Julio had
given him right out of the dryer.

They went back into the living room and sat around simply kissing and
caressing each other. There were lots of "I love you's" whispered. And
then all four men, as if by magic, simultaneously began softly singing "I
want to make happy." The boys responded, "I want to make happy." and the
song continued and was repeated several times, each time softer, until it
was barely a whisper. It was true, each had already made the other happy
"every way I can."

The stillness was suddenly broken by screams from the bedroom. "YES!!!
YES!!! YES!!!" Then, after a minute, Malcolm tore open the bedroom door
and shouted, "Shit, can that guy Fuck!!!" His black body glistened with
sweat. "Wes, it's your turn!"

"Yeah, Wes," said Hugh. "He's fuckin' amazing." And Russ nodded in
agreement.

Wes stood up and started down the hall. Wow, was this another George? His
heart began racing. He stood a moment outside the door and caught his
breath. Then he turned the knob and stepped inside. The bedcovers had
long since been tossed aside. There on the sheet, a white man was laying
on his side, with his ass turned toward Wes. Even from the back, Wes
could tell he was in good shape, not artificially from gym equipment but
probably from good honest manual labor. Wes looked at the ass and thought
how nice it would be to rim it. "Uh, Hi, Mr. Mike." No response. Maybe
the man was asleep. Maybe the three boys before him had worn him out. Wes
went over to the bed and sat his cute naked body on it. "Uh, my name is
Wes."

"Yes, I know." The body turned over. "Hello, Son."

"Dad?" Wes jumped off the bed. "Shit, Dad, what are you doing here? Am I
in trouble? I thought Mike..." Wes suddenly remembered the man he always
called Dad was indeed named "Mike." He stood and looked at his father;
the man's eyes like a big St. Bernard were starting to swell. Wes
realized suddenly that his own father had given his three good friends
the fucking of their lives. "I'm confused, Dad."

"I know, Son. I'm sorry." Mike sat up and motioned for Wes to sit beside
him. He put his arm around him. "Let me explain." Mike told his son about
his days in Scouting, and how special his leaders made him feel. When Wes
came home from camp, he saw that glow in his son's eyes and knew Wes had
found something special as well. He remembered how terrible he felt as a
child, not being able to share his wonderful secret with his own father.
He knew about the oath of secrecy and he knew Wes would never betray the
trust of the men at Camp, but Mike wanted to find a way to let his son
know he understood. And he wanted to relive those childhood Scouting
memories. "I told Barry what I knew and what I suspected. He agreed I
could be part of your special day today. I'm sorry we had to trick you,
Son, but it was the only way."

"Wow!" Wes nestled against his father, (the first time he had seen him
naked) and quietly absorbed it all. "So, are you going to be at Camp next
Summer?"

"If you four boys approve, I will."

"Well, you already got Hugh and Russ and Malcolm's vote, that's for
sure."

"I wouldn't do it unless you approved also, Son. Your vote is the only
one that matters to me."

"Uh, Dad, you know Bobby and Gino might be going next Summer."

"So I've heard. The Italian Stallion and the Black Bomber. Hehe. I'll do
my best to make you proud, Son."

"Hehe, I'm already proud of you, Dad. You're the Best!!" Wes gave his Dad
a big juicy kiss, not the way he usually kissed him, but right on the
mouth, tongues dueling.

"So, Son, do I get your vote?"

"Well, I don't know yet." Wes was a sly little scamp. "You ain't showed
me yet what you can do. Hehe."

Mike wrestled his naked son on the bed, tickled him mercilessly, then
pushed his fingers up his hole and made him work his fatherly manhood.
Wild roughhousing gave way to lustful passion, until Wes was moaning in
delight as his father pumped the family sperm up his ass.

Exhausted, they lay side by side. "Did I pass, Son? Do I get the job?"

"Well, there's just one more thing, Dad."

"Shit, now what? You're not making this easy for me, Wes."

"Well, you know, you ain't much of a singer, and, well, all the men at
camp, they sing real good. And that's like real important, you know."

Wes's jaw dropped as his father pressed him against his chest, where his
heart was beating, and sang clearly and distinctly:

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 and his father now have a new bond. It looks like Wes won't
have to wait for next Summer after all to enjoy the pleasures he had at
Camp. He'll find them right at home.

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