Date: Tue, 03 Jul 2007 06:47:05 -0400 (EDT)
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Ten-year olds at Camp Pt 4

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Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and
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resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is
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"Hi, Wes!" It was Cookie. "I'm your Big Buddy today. I hear you had a lot
of fun yesterday." When did he hear that? Wes never saw him talking to
Barry. "Well, we're going to have even more fun today, Hot Dog. Come on,
let's get started." Cookie grabbed Wes's hand and they walked off toward
another cabin. In the distance, Wes heard Barry's loving voice calling
someone else, "Sport." He was somewhat disappointed. He had bonded with
Barry, and now the man had dumped him for someone else. Didn't Barry like
him? He said he did. But now he's probably telling that new kid the same
thing, and tonight his beautiful cock is going to be plugging that kid's
hole.

Cookie could see the creases on Wes's brow. He knew he had to act fast.
Every year, the Buddy swap on the first Sunday morning was the most
difficult. The fresh meat are always understandably very fond of their
first Big Buddies, the men who open their minds, and their assholes, to
the wonders of grown-up sex. But Cookie had developed a few tricks up his
sleeves to smooth the transition. He led Wes into the cabin where he had
deflowered Phil the night before.

"Is this where I'm going to sleep tonight then?" Wes asked.

"No, you will always stay in your own cabin with Lee. This is Phil's
cabin. The men do the moving every day. Here, hand me the things in my
drawers and I'll pack my bag.

They walked over to Wes's and Lee's cabin and passed Barry who had just
packed up his things and was accompanying his new friend heading
somewhere else. He told that little boy, "Wait a minute, Sport," and then
ran over to Wes. He knelt down and hugged him. "You are a wonderful boy,
Sport. I want you to have the best time in your life. And I know Cookie
will teach you some amazing things today. But I want you to know," Barry
reached down into Wes's shorts and pressed his finger on his
no-longer-virgin anus, "I want you to know last night was very special
for me." He kissed Wes, stood up, and went back to his new "Sport."

"Come on, Hot Dog. We got an hour or so before we got to make lunch.
Let's not waste it." They threw Cookie's things into the dresser Barry
had just emptied, and ran to the lake. Along the way, Cookie grabbed a
backpack from the kitchen. At the lake, they took a boat and Cookie rowed
across to a small island. "Welcome to Treasure Island, Hot Dog!"

"Oh, yeah, there ain't no treasure here!" Wes was not about to be conned.

Cookie pulled a pirate hat out of his backpack and gave it to Wes. Then
donned an eyepatch himself and assumed a gruff pirate voice, "Fuck, there
sure is treasure here, Matey. You just gotta know where to fuckin dig!
Arrrgh!" Wes broke into laughter. The surface had been cracked.

Cookie led Wes around the island, putting on a fake limp and pointing out
parrots, human bones and chests which Wes was able to envision in his
imagination. He taught Wes to sing Yo, Ho, Ho, and he pulled from his
backpack a bottle of rum (well, it was root beer, but that'll do.) They
leaned against a big palm tree that strangely had pine needles and Wes
asked, "So when we gonna dig for treasure?"

"Right now, Matey!" still the pirate voice. "First thing, we gotta take
off all our clothes. Don't want 'em getting dirty. Arrrgh!" Didn't make
any sense to Wes, but of course he played along. Cookie taught him the
pirate dance that involved a lot of leg raising and squatting and
stomping. Wes was giggling now. "OK, Matey, you gotta shut your eyes real
tight now. Promise not to peek. If you peek you gotta walk the fucking
plank, Matey." Wes was giggling but kept his eyes shut. Cookie reached
into his backpack and stuck something up his ass. "Oh, Matey, looka
here." Wes opened his eyes. "I know there's treasure real close by."

"Where? Hehe, Where? I want to dig for it!"

"You really wanta dig for it?"

"Yeah!! Hehe."

"You sure you wanta dig for it?"

"Fuck yeah!!"

"OK, Matey." Cookie turned around, bent over, and pulled his ass cheeks
apart. "Start digging." Wes saw a red knob sticking out of cookie's ass.
He giggled and started pulling it with his fingers. "Oh, no, no, Matey!
Arrrgh! No hands. You gotta dig it out with your teeth." Now Wes was
laughing hysterically. He bent down and grabbed the knob with his teeth
and began pulling. It tasted sweet. He pulled and pulled and pulled. It
was the longest stick of candy he'd ever seen!

"Holy Shit! That is a treasure. Can I, uh, eat it?" Wes was wondering
what Mom would think about eating something that came out of someone's
ass.

"Matey, that's fuckin good pirate treasure. Of course, you can eat it.
But it's always a good idea to wash the dirt off your treasure when you
dig it up." Cookie pulled a bottle of water out of his backpack and
rinsed the candy off.

Wes began to suck away on his treasure. "I got a treasure and you don't,
nyahh, nyahh." Cookie put on a sad face. "Oh, don't be sad. Hey, maybe if
you dig in my ass you might find something." Wes stood up and bent over.
Cookie smiled. Every year, the trick worked the same way. Boys are
wonderful. Wes felt Cookie push something into his anus.

"Shiver me timbers, lad. You was right, Matey. There's a fuckin treasure
for me in there."

"No hands, Cookie. You gotta use your teeth."

"Awww, do I gotta, Matey?"

"Yup. It's the pirate way." Wes next felt Cookie licking the length of
his ass crack. He remembered what Lee had told him about rimming. He was
glad he took a good shower after shitting this morning. He remembered
Barry tenderly washing his newly opened hole. Now he felt the thing in
his hole getting pulled slowly out. "Hehe, what did you find in there,
Cookie? Fucking pirate treasure?"

"Aye, Matey! Real fucking pirate treasure." Wes turned around to see
Cookie with a cigar in his mouth. "I'm going to want to dig in there
again some time, Matey."

"Hehe, any time, Cookie." Cookie lit his cigar. "Fuck, aren't you going
to rinse it off? I think I see some of my shit on it."

"Listen up, Matey. There ain't nothing that improves the taste of a good
cigar more than boy shit. It's a known pirate fact!" The two sat under
the "palm" and enjoyed their treasures. At one point, Cookie asked Wes if
he wanted to take a puff. He did and of course started hacking away. But
it felt so wonderful to be doing all this great grown-up stuff.

"Cookie, do you know about rimming?" Cookie smiled at his precocious
little buddy. He put his cigar aside, laid on the ground and had Wes sit
on his face. Wes felt his tongue enter his chute and it sent him ito
paroxysms of pleasure. Then they stood up, Cookie leaned over, and Wes
licked away at the man's hole. He thought he could still taste the candy
on it.

At lunch, Wes ran around the kitchen helping Cookie serve the hot pizza
to all the campers. Barry was glad to see him so happy. He knew Cookie
would work his magic.

In the afternoon, they were back in the cabin with Lee and his new Big
Buddy, Hank. They decided to play strip poker. Appropriately, they played
with a deck featuring naked gay porn stars. There were only six items of
clothing, T, Shorts, shoes and socks, so it wasn't long before all were
naked. Then the boys wanted to practice some of the new camp skills they
had learned. They started with blow jobs. The boys sucked off their Big
Buddies, then switched men and sucked them off again. And each man sucked
both boys. In the end each boy's face was covered in cum, but the lads
were not finished yet. They wanted to have a rimming orgy as well. Wes
was amazed how far Hank could push his tongue up his little ass. They
talked about fucking but decided to wait until bedtime for the men to
fuck them. Instead the boys tried fucking the men with their tools. At
three inches for Wes and only slightly more for Lee, their cocks weren't
really up to the task, but it was fun trying.

Supper was again on the barbecues, and this time Wes felt extra special
his Big Brother was the great Cookie. He showed Wes how to grill beef
kabobs.

At the evening program, there was a raunchy puppet show, more Simon Says,
a session called "Are you hornier than a fifth grader," and more singing.
This time it was warm, lovable Cookie who cooed in Wes's ear:

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.

.oOo.

The days passed, full of activity. There were some routines which
remained the same every day, giving the camp a sense of continuity:
breakfast, the Buddy swap, lunch, game time, swim time, barbecue supper,
the evening program, the beautiful closing love song, and the inevitable
bedtime fuck.

Wes got a kick out of watching Cookie's helper at lunch every day. He
knew how the boy had spent the morning. Sometimes the boy wore his pirate
hat in the kitchen. Often he was sucking a big candy stick. Cookie's
asshole was like a giant Pez dispenser!

But there were also new activities that added spice to each day. On
Monday, all the boys wrote postcards telling their families they were
having lots of fun. There was a baseball game one day and a football game
the next (shirts vs. skins). There were swimming races and field games.
And every boy got a chance to ride a horse with Tex, the horse trainer.

And of course, every day was different because every Big Buddy was
different. Wes discovered he learned new things from each one, and began
to look forward to the Buddy swaps. Each man taught him new fucking
positions and jerking techniques. Larry showed him a Water Sport, they
didn't play at the lake at all. Once again, Wes's dad was right; if he
played along even when it seemed like a gross thing to do, he might find
out it was fun after all. Wes wondered if he would ever have Tex as a Big
Buddy. He heard rumors Tex did things with the horses besides riding, and
feeding and brushing them down.

At the Buddy Swap Wednesday morning, Lee and Wes stood together wondering
what Big Buddies they were assigned for the next twentyfour hours. They
giggled wondering whose big cocks they were about to give their young
assholes to. When they saw Harry and Jerry walking toward them, they
looked at each other with big happy smiles. Harry and Jerry were two
brothers in their late 20's. Extremely competitive, they had raised
sibling rivalry to a major art form. They were constantly competing. They
had races, on land, in the water, even on horseback. They wrestled,
arm-wrestled, and thumb-wrestled. They challenged each other in tennis
and basketball. They played cutthroat Ping-Pong and Rock-Scissors-Paper
with a vengeance. There were eating contests, staring contests, and
farting contests. Each insisted his cock was a half inch longer than his
brother's, and at the drop of a hat, they'd have a pissing contest, or a
fucking contest. Before each competition, they would solicit the! ir
little buddies' help in determining the appropriate stakes, what the
penalty would be for the loser. Wes and Lee had seen the loser get down
on all fours in the middle of lunch and squeal like a pig. Lee saw Jerry
lower his shorts to get twenty ass-spankings from their two boys. Wes had
witnessed Harry sitting bare-assed on the ground with his hands on his
head, watching his brother fuck both their boys; Harry was not allowed to
masturbate while he was forced to watch the stimulating show. Wes and Lee
couldn't wait for this day to begin.

The brothers had already moved into Wes and Lee's cabin so now, Harry
picked Wes up and Jerry grabbed Lee and they ran to the lake. They jumped
into canoes to race to the opposite shore, shouting at each other about
what the penalty was going to be. The boys decided the loser would have
to swim back, and for good measure do it naked. The brothers eyed each
other, keeping their canoes only feet apart. Any good racer knows, you
don't needlessly expend energy in midcourse. You save it for the finish.
So as the trees on the far shore began to loom larger, they picked up
their pace until they were both paddling furiously. Wes and Lee were
yelling encouragement. Even though the penalty didn't involve them, they
had still caught the competitive bug and neither wanted to be in the
losing canoe. Harry and Wes arrived at the shore a half length ahead of
Jerry and Lee. They jumped out and Harry snidely offered to help pull his
brother in. Immediately, Wes grabbed Jerry's shorts and! pulled them down
his legs, giggling, "You lose! You lose!" Both boys then stood and stared
at Jerry's appendage.

"Yeah, take a good look, boys! Now you see who's got the balls in the
family. Wes, Kid, I feel sorry for you. You have to settle for my
brother's tiny weenie. Lee is the lucky boy today!"

"Don't pay any attention to him, Wes. He's just jealous. He knows mine is
bigger. In fact, I bet you and me together got more dick than them two."

"Oh, yeah, Brother? Put your money where your mouth is. What's it going
to be? Come on, boys, let's think of a good penalty for the short-dicked
team."

Uh-oh. This time Wes and Lee were going to be very much a part of the
contest. They asked to discuss it in private. They walked down the beach
away from the brothers and came up with something they could both live
with if necessary. The short-dicked team would have to eat their lunch
off the chow hall floor. The Brothers approved. Then everyone got out of
their shorts and started beating meat. Jerry asked Lee if he'd brought
his knife. He hadn't but Wes had, scoring another victory. Jerry cut a
green twig off a nearby tree, and stripped off two lengths of bark. Then
he went back to his jerking. Harry declared at the count of three, all
masturbation must stop and the measurements taken. Together, the four
beat away furiously while counting, "one...two...three!"

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Which team will win this contest, and what further competitions are in
store for Wes and Lee?

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