Date: Sun, 08 Jul 2007 07:49:45 -0400 (EDT)
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Ten-year olds at Camp Pt 8

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WES RETURNS TO CAMP THE SECOND YEAR

This part should really be called Eleven-Year Olds at Camp because Wes is
a year older, as are his friends, Bobby and Gino.

Wes was dressed for camp, had his backpack filled, and was waiting for
the Grade A Prime bus to pick him up. Not only his mother, but Bobby's
and Gino's mothers were also waiting. Wes was now four foot ten and
twenty ponds heavier than last year. His waist was at least an inch
bigger. Boys grow so quickly at that age. Mrs. Derrick was embarrassed
that Wes's camp clothes were so tight. But Wes knew his snug khaki shorts
made him look sexier. Bobby's mother had made a batch of cookies for Wes
to bring him, and Gino's mother had picked up a box of canolis for her
boy. Wes had his hands full. Both of these women were glad Mr. Derrick
was at camp this year. It must have good for their sons to see a familiar
face when they arrived the week before. Mrs. Derrick smiled but in her
heart she was concerned. Mike had to take three weeks off from his job at
the plant to go to camp, the two weeks with the boys, plus a week of
orientation and preparation before. She was afraid he was g! oing to lose
his job. But Mike looked so happy when he left. He reminded her of the
young man she married.

The bus pulled up, and Wes climbed aboard with all his stuff. He
high-fived all his friends, Lee, Phil, Drew, Malcolm, Russ, Aaron, Clyde
(who was wearing his World's Greatest Asshole award!) and others. There
were three men on the bus, the driver and two more who kept moving from
seat to seat to make sure all the boys were having a good time. The
singing started immediately:

I got a nose that is mighty fine!
I got a nose that is mighty fine!
Nobody's nose is better than mine!
Don't you think my nose is mighty fine?
YEEEESSSS, You got a nose that is mighty fine!
And I got a nose that is mighty fine!
I'll hold yours and you hold mine!
We both got a nose that is mighty fine!

The boys were all over each other. Wes was back in heaven. When one of
the "chaperones" came and sat by him, he laid his head on the man's lap
and felt his big cock stir. Soon the man's finger was in Wes's asshole.
It had been so long since anyone had done that. Anyone other than his
Dad, that is.

Mike and Wes had established a very special bond following that Saturday
back in October. Every time Mrs. Derrick left them alone in the
apartment, they got busy sucking each other. Nothing brings a father and
son closer than mutual fellation. Mike would frequently tuck Wes into bed
and sing the Good Night Song. Then before he left his room, he'd push in
his dildo in for him and smile as his son began riding the piece of
plastic. As they worked together on some repair project, Dad's fingers
often found their way into his son's hole. And once in a while, on those
rare occasions when they knew they'd be alone for a long time, Wes would
sit on Mike's wonderful cock and get filled with his father's cum. After
two long weeks, he was looking forward to seeing his Dad again.

Mike was in charge of maintenance at the camp. He had learned about
boilers and mechanics at his plant. He was pretty handy with his tools,
(yeah, he was handy with those tools also.) He walked around the camp
with a tool belt that made him look extra sexy. Whenever a cabin ran out
of hot water, or lost its electricity, Mike along with his young
assistant that day would come and solve the problem.

The bus pulled into camp and the Grade A Primes piled out and ran around
meeting their old Big Buddies. There were three people waiting for Wes to
get off. "Wes! Wes! Over here!" Wes ran and high-fived his two pals from
the projects. "Shit, you didn't tell us about all the neat stuff here."

"Fuck, Bobby, I didn't want to ruin the surprise! So, Gino, was your old
camp anything like this?"

"Fuck, no, man! Hehe. There we thought going skinny dipping was a big
thing. Hehe."

"So who is your Big Buddy today?"

"You're looking at him. Mike."

"Shit, Dad, you're Gino's Big Buddy? Super cool. Gino, your ass is in for
a real treat today. Or maybe a treatment. Hehe. Bobby, who are you with?

"Hehe, you're looking at him. Mike."

"What? But... You can't both have my Dad. The only time a Big Buddy gets
two boys is when he... No. Dad? Did you win the Stick 'Em Up game?"

"Sure did, Son! I showed them twenty-something guys I ain't over the
hill. Oh, and you better start calling me Mike while we're here at camp."

"Hehe, sure. Good for you, Dad, I mean Mike. Oh, Bobby, your Mom baked
some cookies for you. And here, Gino, these are some Canolis from your
Mom. I bet George feels like somebody just cut off his balls and fed them
up his ass. Hehe. He thought he owned that prize, Dad. Poor George.
Hehe."

"Actually, Wes, George accepted defeat like a real man. Let that be a
lesson to you. You can't always win, but you can always be proud if you
try your best. George even shared a little trick with me." Mike pulled
two blue dogtags out of his pocket, and Wes giggled, imagining two chains
hanging out of his father's hairy asshole.

"Hey, I wonder who my Big Buddy is today."

"I am, Wes." Wes spun around and saw George standing behind him.

"Uh, you been standing there long, George."

"Yup."

"Oops. Sorry, old man."

"Old man? I'll show you who's an old man." Wes ran away giggling toward
the RVs, with George in pursuit. They both knew George's equipment was in
perfect working order and Wes's ass was in for a real workout his first
day back in camp. And this time it wouldn't have to share George with
Lee's hole.

In the RV George too gave Wes a good looking over, remembering his
precious prize the year before. Now the boy was eleven, with a few wisps
of hair under his arms and some peach fuzz over his dick. George sadly
saw the lad's days of innocence were numbered. He'd better make the most
of the time left. By lunchtime, Wes had already gotten his first fuck,
but he continued to tease George. "Too bad you ain't sitting at the
winner's table today."

"The man sitting over there was a worthy opponent, Wes. I don't blame you
for being proud of Mike. Now I see why you turned out to be such a fine
young man." George hugged his buddy and then reached down and slid his
finger in the boy's moist ass. "Tell you what, why don't we invite Mike,
Bobby and Gino over to your RV this afternoon? We can show them how a
Grade A Prime lives."

"Yeah, we can have a party."

Gino and Bobby loved seeing Wes's new digs. They said they couldn't wait
to be Grade A Primes themselves. They passed around the cookies and
canolis, and Wes brought everyone up to date on the happenings back at
the projects. Wes's roommate wasn't around, so Mike said, "Seems a shame
to let those two comfortable beds go to waste on such a nice day." The
three boys quickly got their clothes off, and the two men didn't take
much longer. George was soon pounding away at Wes's ass, while the
Italian Stallion and Black Bomber took turns getting fucked on the other
bed. Mike and his son kept looking across at each other perform. It was
hard to say which one made the other prouder.

At the lake, Bobby and Gino excitedly told Wes about their week, while
they dunked each other in the water. They talked about their new dildos,
and the tree house, and the laundry, and Treasure Island. Wes laughed his
ass off as they told him about the day they had Harry and Jerry as Big
Buddies. "Harry won a baked bean eating contest at lunch, so then Jerry
had to let us fart in his face and he couldn't say nothing. It was so
fucking funny."

Wes watched the campfire that evening on George's lap, or more precisely,
on his cock. Occasionally, he glanced over at Mike who kept giving his
two pals turns riding his pole. Then in bed, even though George was doing
a great job giving Wes his final fuck of the day, Wes closed his eyes and
pretended it was Mike pounding him. He went to sleep happy.

Throughout the week, Mike often watched his son giving pleasure to one
man or another and he knew he had raised a kind, generous, caring boy.
Wes had never seen his father so happy. He hoped that when they got back
home, he'd be able to satisfy Mike's needs. Maybe Gino and Bobby could
help. Oh, and yeah, of course there's Mom.

Mike was never assigned to be Wes's Big Buddy but once at the lake they
sat together and had a father-son talk. "Mom's been kinda worried, Dad."

"She thinks I took too much time off from work, Son."

"You gonna lose your job, Dad?" Wes began to wonder if they'd have to
give up their apartment, leave his pals.

"Now, look, Son, we don't need another worrywart in the family. Mom does
the fretting for all of us. You just relax and be happy." Mike started
singing the Bobby McFerrin song. Wes had never heard it before. He
smiled. His Dad had become a real good singer!

When camp was over, Doc drove the van with Mike and the three boys back
to the projects. All the mothers were there to greet them (as well as
Gino's dog who licked all their faces.) Bobby and Gino began showing
their mothers their photo albums, and talking excitedly about the fun
they had. Wes watched his father give his mother a big long kiss and
decided McFerrin was right.

But at supper that night, Mom couldn't help herself. "Mike, I'm glad you
had such a good time at camp. You look wonderful. But you've been gone
three weeks. I hope they don't sack you at work."

"No, Sweetheart, they won't sack me."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because tomorrow I'm giving them my two weeks notice."

"What? Mike! Don't joke around. You need that job. We can't afford..."

"Now, now, honey. Hear me out." Mike told his wife and son how all the
camp directors were impressed with his work. He seemed to know instantly
how to solve any problem and even spotted problems in the making and
forestalled disaster. He explained that the directors wanted to use the
camp year-round, so boys and men could come on weekends and school
recesses. But all the cabins would have to be winterized. And they knew
they needed a good security system. They offered Mike the position as
head of buildings and grounds. He would get twice the salary he got at
the plant, and they would pay for him to take courses at the local tech
college. And the family could live at the camp as caretakers. Mike said
the nearby schools were much better than in the city.

Wes tried to wrap his brain about what his Dad was saying. It meant he
would have to move away from his pals, but it also meant he would see a
lot of his Big Buddies! And they could stay there even after he was
twelve! "Dad, can Gino and Bobby visit us some times?"

"You bet, Son. You bet. Even if you didn't want to see them, I would."
Mike gave Wes a wink.

"Wow, Dad, you are the best fucking Dad in the whole world."

"Son, please," Mom interrupted. "Where did you learn to use such
language. I thought you were a good boy."

"Sweetheart, your son IS a good boy. We have a wonderful son. In fact, we
have the best fucking son in the whole world." Everyone laughed. Then
they got up and started dancing and singing, "Don't worry, be happy."

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The future looks bright for both young Wes and Mike.

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