Date: Thu, 05 Jul 2007 07:19:41 -0400 (EDT)
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: Ten-year olds at Camp Pt 5

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Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and
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Jerry lifted Lee up on to a rock, and stood facing him. He put their
cockheads together, their piss slits barely touching. Lee shuddered
slightly. "Nervous?" Jerry asked him. Lee shook his head. It wasn't
nervousness. It was having a man's large tool touching that most
sensitive part of his boy anatomy. Harry laid one of the bark strips
along the total length, and as Lee winced slightly, took the knife and
cut off the extra. Then it was Wes's turn to get on the rock. Jerry
measured the total Wes-Harry length and cut the bark to size. The
brothers argued some, accusing each other of a long history of cheating,
but finally agreed to accept the results. Four pairs of eyes now intently
studied the two barks. The sticks were laid on the ground, maneuvered,
rearranged, and examined in minute detail. Wes and Lee thought maybe it
was a tie, but Jerry and Harry never settled any dispute in such a wimpy
way. Finally, it was concluded Wes's and Harry's combined length fell an
eight! inch short. Wes began to apologize to his Big Buddy, but Jerry
insisted it wasn't Wes's fault. His brother had a dinky cock, that's all.
He said Wes's equipment was first rate! To emphasize it, he grabbed Wes's
dick and started singing the Mighty Fine Song. In fact all four stood and
grabbed each others dicks and sang lustily over and over again:

YEEEEESSSS!!!!! You got a dick that is mighty fine!
And I got a dick that is mighty fine!
I'll hold yours and you hold mine!
We both got a dick that is mighty fine!

The circle jerk made the brothers explode, right on their little buddies'
faces. The four fell on to the sand, laughing. But of course there were
still penalties to be paid. Harry threw his brother's clothes into one
canoe, and he and the boys dressed. He gave the boys a quick lesson in
paddling. Together, they started out from shore, Harry following them in
the second canoe, shouting out hints. Naked Jerry shouted he'd see them
at lunch, dove into the water and began swimming. In short order, the
boys were expert boatsmen and since the lake was relatively calm, they
easily made it back to camp. They helped Harry stow the canoes, then lay
on their chests peering out at the lake watching for Jerry. Harry lay
between them and shot a hand into each boy's shorts, and soon began
fingering both holes while he bragged about all the ways he was better
than his brother.

At lunch, Jerry got his revenge as Harry and Wes sat on the floor eating
spaghetti and meatballs. Lee kept giggling and talking about what a nice
table it was, and how comfortable the benches were. Jerry "accidentally"
kicked his brothers' food. "Oops, Sorry, Bro." Wes and Harry had enough.
They took their ice cream and left the chow hall early. Lee and Jerry
found them later and challenged them to a badminton doubles match. The
losers would have to wear shuttlecocks on their cocks until swim time, so
everyone in camp could see they lost. Neither Wes nor Lee had played
before, so they were learning another new skill. Each brother with his
buddy won once, so the third game would determine the match. It was
close, but in the end, Wes and Harry won 21-19. Lee and Jerry opened
their zippers and donned shuttlecocks holding them on with sneaker laces.
Wes and Harry made sure everyone they passed took notice.

They went to the cabin to change for swimming. But when Lee and Jerry
opened their dresser drawers, the clothes fell on the floor. Wes and
Harry rolled on the bed, laughing hysterically. After lunch, Harry had
taught Wes the upside-down-drawer trick. Jerry whispered to Lee, "Don't
worry, Kid. We'll get them back." At the lake, the four got into a
splashing contest, followed by monkey in the middle, and marco polo.
After a while, Jerry told his brother, "See you later. Lee has to go
pee."

As they walked back to the cabin, Lee asked, "Why did you say that? I
didn't say I gotta pee?" Jerry explained it was payback time for the
drawers. In the cabin, he taught Lee how to shortsheet a bed, Wes's bed.
At supper, the brothers had a cook-off, each insisting his chili sauce
was superior. The boys found both sauces made their eyes light up. During
Simon Says at the campfire, the two brothers were the last ones standing.
They listened intently to the directions, and it seemed like neither one
was going to be put out. Finally, the leader said "Punch your brother's
balls." Jerry couldn't resist and gave Harry a good sock in his groin
before he could retaliate. But of course, the leader had not said "Simon
Says," so even though he was doubled over in pain, Harry was laughing
he'd won! The whole camp was waiting to see what the penalty was this
time, so they followed Harry as he pulled his brother to the corral and
threw him into the watering trough. Everybody laughed ! and then started
singing the goodnight song as they wandered off to bed. Harry's voice was
a little squeaky because of the testicle assault, but he still sang with
heart, "I just want to tell you, Wes, I think that you are neat!..."
Jerry, though dripping wet, hugged Lee and sang to him, "...I will dream
about you, Lee, and all your many charms." At the cabin they got
undressed, dried off, and brushed their teeth. Lee and Jerry were the
first to climb into bed, and feigned starting their lovemaking. Wes and
Harry were kissing and hugging. All the competition of the day had
finally yielded to genuine passionate love. Wes couldn't wait to feel
Harry's wonderful cock inside him. Their lips still locked together, they
went to their bed. Harry slipped the cover and sheet down from the pillow
and they started to crawl in. "Oh, Shit!" Harry yelled as his legs
couldn't stretch out

Lee and Jerry sat up laughing, "Got you back! Got you back!"

Harry and Wes got up and remade the bed and climbed back in. It didn't
take long to get the mood back, but Harry whispered in the boy's ear,
"It's not over yet."

At dawn, Harry shook Wes to get up quietly. Wes could see Lee and Jerry
were still sleeping, breathing softly. The blanket had been kicked off,
the sheet was covering them from the waist down. Jerry's arm was wrapped
lovingly around his boy's Asian body. Harry put his finger on his lips
and went into the bathroom. He soaked a washcloth in warm water, then
tiptoed back to the beds and laid it on
Lee's hand. Pulling the top sheet down a little further, he whispered,
"Now watch." Predictably, in a minute, Lee's precious penis was spouting
golden juice. Soon a large yellow circle had formed on the bed. Wes and
Harry got back into bed and waited.

It seemed Lee might continue to sleep, but Jerry began to stir, "What the
fuck?" He sat up and startled Lee.

The boy looked at what had happened and started to cry. "I'm sorry,
Jerry, I ain't wet my bed since I was three. I'm awful sorry!"

But Jerry saw the washcloth. "You didn't do it, Lee. Don't you cry. It
was my mean brother. He made you wet the bed!" Jerry jumped up and saw
Harry in bed grinning. "Fuck you, man! You are the lowest motherfucker
slimeball on earth!" He started punching his brother, but Wes started
punching him.

"You short sheeted our bed. We was all set to make horny love and you
ruined it. It's your own fault, Jerry."

All four were now wide awake, and suddenly they all started laughing! Lee
was glad to learn a new trick. He was going to try it out on his brother
back home. Wes and Harry helped them strip off the wet sheets and throw
them in the hamper, but the mattress was soaked as well. It would have to
air out in the sun. And then everyone in camp would know someone wet the
bed. Jerry hugged Lee, "Don't you worry, you didn't wet the bed. I did!
It was part of a pissing contest and I was the winner! I always beat my
brother. He's a lousy pisser! He aint got enough pee to wash a dirty
flea, and look at me, Shit, I nearly drowned you with all my piss!" He
hugged Lee tight.

Harry retorted, "At least mine goes in the toilet!... Well, most of the
time anyway. Hehe." They carried the mattress out and laid it on the
picnic table in the sun. Lee and Wes knew they were going to miss the
Brothers after that morning's Buddy Swap.

On Thursday Wes's Big Buddy was Fred. Fred the Footman. Fred had a fetish
not just for young boys, but for young boys' feet. Throughout the day,
he'd take off Wes's Adidas, give them a long sniff, then his socks,
inhale their boy perfume, and then he'd caress his ten little toes. He
licked them and kissed them and slathered them in spit. He laid down and
had Wes sit on his face, and while he rimmed Wes's sweet ass, Wes played
footsie with his cock. Wes thought it was weird at first, but when he
discovered how turned on Fred got, and how hard he could fuck, he saw all
the foot foreplay was worth it. Fred even let Wes fuck HIS ass, sort of.
Not with his tiny boy nail, but with his boy foot! When Wes wiggled his
little toes around inside the man's chute, Fred spouted cum like
Vesuvius!

That afternoon, the boys were all given their own dildos and taught how
to use them safely. Throughout camp you could see boys probing their
asses with their new toys. Most brought them to the campfire that night.
It delighted the men to watch prepubescent ten-year old boys discovering
the pleasures of anal stimulation.

On Friday, Wes's Big Buddy was Julio, a black man in charge of
laundry, so right after Buddy Swap, they went to all the cabins and
collected the dirty clothes, towels, and some of the sheets. In the
laundry, Wes looked at the huge heap and wondered if they'd ever get
a chance to play that day. But Julio knew how to turn work into fun. He
told Wes to add the clothes he was wearing to the heap, and Julio
stripped down also. Wes had only worn them a couple hours, but he quickly
took them off, then naked helped Julio load up all the machines, and
followed his instructions about adding detergent. When he pushed all the
buttons to start the machines, Julio said, "Houston, we have liftoff,"
and Wes giggled. "OK, Spaceman, what can we do while we wait for
reentry?" Julio was already sitting on the bench whacking his big black
meat. Wes grinned and jumped into his lap. They kissed and fondled and
rimmed and sucked each other and just as Julio shot his last wad up Wes's
asshol! e, the machines stopped. They moved all the clothes into the big
dryers and started a new round of EVAs. When they emptied the dryers,
Julio threw Wes a nice, warm fluffy towel to dry off his sticky thighs.
They found two sets of clothes marked with ther names and headed to the
chow hall. After lunch, they quickly sorted the rest of the clothes and
delivered them to the right cabins, so there was lots of time for more
fun.

The program Friday night was a game called "Stick 'Em Up." Jeremy
explained the rules at the campfire. Every boy was given a bunch of blue
dogtags to hang around his neck, with his name on each one. The men were
given black dogtags. The Big Buddies would be given five minutes to hide
in the woods (well, they knew better than to hide too well). Then the
boys would run out looking. When a boy found a man, the following
interchange was to take place:

Boy: Stick 'Em Up!
Man (arms in the air): please don't hurt me. What do you want?
Boy: Give me your cum!
Man: Do I have to?
Boy: Yes, Damnit!

A few boys and men were called up to practice the lines until everyone
thought they had them memorized. After the "Damnit" the man then had to
fuck the boy. If he succeeded in putting his sperm up the boy's chute,
then they would trade dog tags. No cheating; everyone was on his honor;
no trading dogtags without first trading cum! When the camp bell rang
they were to stop and reassemble at the campfire. The boy with the most
black dog tags (and the fullest asshole) and the man with the most blue
ones would each get a prize. After the men left to "hide," Wes couldn't
wait for the five minutes to pass. He had already been fucked by the
seven Big Buddies he'd had, as well as a few of Lee's Big Buddies, and
one of Victor's Big Buddies who saw Wes's sweet ass and just fucked him
for the hell of it one afternoon. Wes loved having a man's cock shoot cum
up his ass. He saw other boys taking off their shorts and realized the
fucks could take less time that way, so Wes did so also.! He looked at
his collection of blue dogtags and wondered what he'd do if he ran out.

Jeremy blew his whistle, and the boys went running. One smarty ran right
up to Jeremy for his first fuck. Wes wished he had thought of that. He
lit his flashlight and went running into the woods, but other boys had
started faster. He heard boys shouting "Stick 'em up!" and saw others
getting their asses pounded. Finally he spotted Doc beating his meat with
one hand, holding a tube of KY in the other.

Wes: Stick 'Em Up!
Doc (arms in the air): please don't hurt me. What do you want?
Wes: Yes, Damnit! No, no, I mean, Give me your cum!
Doc (trying not to giggle): Do I have to?
Wes: Yes, Damnit!

Wes leaned against a tree, Doc grabbed his hips and pushed his cock
inside. It was not the gentle fuck Wes had been getting each night in
bed, with lots of foreplay and continuous caressing. This was straight
and to the point. Wham! Bam! Thank you Sam! Wes felt Doc's body tense,
and his piston cock stopped. Then he felt eruptions of warm cum filling
his boy chute. Doc gave him a quick kiss, and Wes went running off.
"Wait!" Doc called him back. They exchanged dogtags, and Doc took his
limp cock in his hand and started jerking again.

Wes found Bill next. He had a blue dogtag on his neck so he must have
fucked some kid already. Wes liked Bill. He liked the way his beard felt
when Bill kissed him or rimmed his ass. "Stick 'Em Up, Bill!"

"Wes, I'd really love to, you know I do, but kid, Hugh just emptied all
my cum and it's going to take me a while to make more. You better not
waste time waiting. Go see if you can find someone else." Shit, Wes
realized men need time between fucks. He hadn't counted on that. "Look
for a young man, Wes. You'll have more luck."

"Thanks, Bill, maybe I'll come back later." Wes ran off and soon spotted
George. Yeah he was young. He saw he had two blue tags already yet his
cock was fully erect.

Wes: Stick 'Em Up, George! (which seemed unnecessary since it was already
sticking up!)
Man (arms in the air): please don't hurt me, Wes. What do you want?
Boy: Give me your cum, George!
Man: Do I have to, Wes?
Boy: Yes, Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!

Sure enough, young George filled Wes's chute, they exchanged tags, and he
was still erect! Right away Lee spotted him, "Stick 'Em Up." And Wes went
off in search of more young men. He felt the mixture of George's and
Doc's juices running down his thighs, and thought this is sure a fun
game. But by the time the bell rang, he only had five black tags. The
fifth one was Bill's. Wes had gone back to find him and this time he was
pumped and waiting. Wes's blue tag was only the second one Bill got that
night, but it was a special treasure to him. Toward the end, the men were
eyeing the boys and if they saw one with only one or two black tags, they
made sure to help him out. They didn't want any boy to end the evening
without getting a good share of cum. When the scores were taken, it
turned out Wes had come in third among the boys! Not bad. Clyde took
first place with eight black tags! Shit, where did that kid get such a
talented asshole! The men who had not been Clyde's Big B! uddy yet began
wondering if they were on his list for the days ahead. Clyde got a gold
medal "World's Greatest Asshole" that he wore proudly around his neck. He
also got to have two Big Buddies the next day. The winning man, (George
of course, with seven blue tags) would have two boys the next day.

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Wes is sure having a lot of fun at camp. He didn't win the game, but
don't worry, the next day holds a special surprise.

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