Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2011 16:11:54 -0600
From: michaelpete@hushmail.com
Subject: Malcolm 17

Be advised that in the following one will find graphic sexual depiction
between minors and minors and adults. The story is fiction but based on
real characters, events, places and situations. There is no relationship
between the names used and that of any real person.

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Michael Peterson

MALCOLM

CHAPTER 17 -- CAMP McFARLAND 1952 -- THE BETTER HALF -- PART 1

      Lying on my lower bunk the next evening, Georgie got around to asking
me how I'd been earning money.

      "Don't get mad."

      "I never get mad."

      "That's not what I remember."

      "At you."

      "I charge three for back and two for front."

      "What's that..., shit!" He got close and whispered, "You let boys
fuck you for money?"

      "And suck." I enjoyed his discomfort.

      "Shit, Malcolm. What if the camp people hear about it? What if too
many kids hear about it? Some of these guys are really nasty, especially
the bigger ones. They'd rape you."

      I frowned. "I think it's just this one group from my old cabin and
the next one up. Just five kids. Like last year." Then I remembered Butch
but felt it best not to add another.

      "Yeah, well that included me and Larry so it's gonna be seven. Shit,
you gotta be careful. But maybe, now that you're living here, you won't
have to see them any more."

      Guilt, maybe even embarrassment, coated my mind like sludge. I bowed
my head and said, "But I want to see them again, Georgie. I really liked
what we did. Back home I was doing it with a bunch of kids too but it was
just for fun. I still just loved Freddy and here I want to be mostly with
you."

      "And five other guys and Larry."

      "You're mad."

      "No, yes, no. Shit! I don't know. I'm just afraid you're gonna get in
trouble and then what am I gonna do for a friend."

      The sludge stayed in my mind. I wanted to turn over and hug him but
there were fourteen other pairs of eyes in the room so I just took hold of
his arm.

      Bert walked with us to the dining hall for breakfast. He mentioned a
boy who hadn't been with me yet. I told him to bring the new boy to the
trees near the basketball courts at three thirty. We'd go wherever he
wanted as long as it was safe.

      Georgie poked me in the back as Bert left to re-join his
friends. That group apparently included the mentioned boy because he smiled
my way when Bert whispered something in his ear. He was nice looking,
another blonde.

      Georgie said, "You are crazy, Malcolm."

      On the sports field that morning, I complied with Georgie's request
and did just the number of each exercise requested by the trainer, but
still did them with my T shirt off. I really liked my body.

      I managed to get the rest of my exercises in during breaks and tried
to do so in hidden or out of the way places to avoid embarrassing
Georgie. He joined me on some.

      At lunch, my apparent three thirty customer again smiled at me. He
was a beauty. It appeared even at a distance he had blue eyes. He was even
prettier than Mark. His body was a mystery but his expression spoke of
sexual fun. I hoped we could do it completely naked.

      Bert produced his key to the school and let us in.

       The new boy, Charley, handed me three dollars as we entered the
nurse's clinic. His eyes were blue with eyebrows slightly darker than his
longish blond hair. I could hardly take my eyes off him.

      I suggested, `Let's do it naked.'

      Charley shrugged and took off his T shirt. He wasn't a muscle boy but
had a nice flat, smooth tummy and smooth flesh that invited touch. He wore
his pants low enough that I could see the delightful pelvic grooves that so
turned me on. I undressed watching his hands work on his belt then pants
button and fly. He pushed them down slowly along with his briefs. His
semi-erect cock bounced out. He had no pubic hair, none. His peter grew
before my eyes to a four and a half inch pole, straight as an arrow and
smooth. The veins that most penises had seemed retracted, barely
visible. Even the flange of the head was reduced, barely sticking out at
all. It looked like a peg one would hang a towel on.

      Bert had the jar of oil and asked as Charley greased up, "Wanna do it
with me after? Don't worry, I've got the money."

      "Sure," I answered from the cushioned examination table while
admiring Charley's fine body. His balls were the size of pin balls. He
probably had some of that nice, sweet boy juice to give. I had to suck him
soon.

      Charley said, "Get on your hands and knees. I like to do it that
way."

      I obliged. He climbed up behind me and spread my cheeks. He put his
cock head at my portal and pushed slowly in, not stopping until he was
pressed against me. I would very much have liked to watch him fucking
me. He did it slow and hard, occasionally moving side to side. Bert got out
of his clothes until naked like us. He even took off his socks, which we
hadn't before. His cock was hard when it came out of his briefs.

      Charley was a good fuck. His consistency kept my prostate on fire and
my anus sending tingles up my spine. Bert came to us and checked my cock.

      "Charley's not the only one enjoying this."

Charley held my hips in his hands and pulled back hard as he thrust
inside. He was another who made no change in stride as he approached
orgasm. He just stopped inside when it struck. I felt him pulsing. He
pushed in and out twice more, slid out, then hopped backward off the
table. Slam, bam, thank you ma'am.

      The moment Bert saw that Charley was cumming, he broke out the oil
and prepared himself. No sooner had Mark dropped off the end of the table,
he was up and poking my anus.

      Bert was bigger than Charley but slid right in where he'd been.

      "`Let's lie down," he said.

      He did it as he'd done it in the dark of the bathroom a week earlier,
slow and deep, a truly great fuck. I came ahead of him and set him off. He
was breathing hard when he finished. I was feeling very good. He pulled
slowly out and slid off the table. A moment later, as I was putting on my T
shirt, he handed me three dollars.

      "Almost forgot this, didn't ya."

      I had but wasn't about to admit it. "Never."

      We walked back toward the cabins together. Georgie joined us.

      "Your sidekick, huh?"

      "His friend," countered Georgie, "and business manager." He lost the
control he thought he had and laughed a bit.

      Bert asked, "How about the others for tomorrow? Meet us at the school
at three thirty, same place we went in."

      "The others?" asked Georgie. "How many others?"

      "Four or five."

      By the time Bert arrived the next afternoon with Mark and the key,
there were six of them. I knew Georgie, sitting on a bench about thirty
feet away, was wondering the same thing as I. Did all six expect to screw
me? The most I'd ever taken up my rear in one session was three and none
were as big as either Bert or John.

      I laughed nervously as I asked the group, "All of you?"

      Bert, ever the spokesman, answered, "As many as you want. There's
eighteen bucks here if you can take it."

      "Can Georgie come in to handle the money?"

      Bert laughed. "Sure. He can fuck you too if he wants." He laughed
again and said to the others as well as to me, "But he better go first or
he won't feel anything."

      "Very funny," I remarked as I waved Georgie to come join us.

      In the clinic, I undressed and asked, "Who's first?"

      They looked at each other. Pinky and Jerry unbuckled their pants and
raced to see who could be ready first. Jerry won again and presented his
cock for oral lubrication. Georgie presented his hand for the money, got
paid and backed off to watch.

      Jerry took a while. At one point as he was banging hard into me he
whispered into my ear, "Too damn many people watching." I touched his
cheek. I didn't mind. He felt pretty good in there.

      As Jerry climbed off, Pinky asked with the jar of oil in his hand,
"Which do you wanna use with me, you or this?"

      He was slim enough and I really liked the feel of his long hard cock
in my mouth. Orally lubricating him was yummy but he felt even better up my
ass. He reached well past my prostate and was one who didn't just go in and
out but up and down, poking all around inside me, exciting every imaginable
point. I nearly came before he did.

      Mark's fat four and a half incher was next. Once again, he got in a
rhythm and stayed with it right to the end.

      Steve was naked and ready when Mark pulled out. I said, "Let me rest
for a while." Steve fucked hard.

      Bert was down to his briefs and John out of his shoes. They, as I at
that point, expected all would get their turn.

      Bert asked, "Where'd you learn to do this? I know you've done it
before."

      "You guys too," I returned. "I did it with some kids where I
live. What about you?"

      "How many kids? How many times?"

      "About five or six,' I lied. `Lots of times."

      "You charge them too?"

      "Of course," a bigger lie. "Where'd you guys do it?"

      "We all go to this boarding school and there's always a couple kids
like you."

      "And some teachers," added Mark grinning.

      "Mister Wimpy," giggled Steve.

      "Shit, he can't blow for shit," remarked Bert. "Neddy's a lot better
than him and how long's be been doing it? A few months?"

      I asked, "How old's Neddy?"

      Bert looked at the others. "Ten?"

      "Yeah ten, but he'll be eleven in July," answered Jerry.

      `You gonna give him a birthday present when you get back, Jerr?"
asked Mark with a smirk. "You're fucking him. I know."

      "All right, but you guys are too big. He's still a little kid."

      "Malcolm's not that much bigger and he can take John all the way,"
said Bert.

      "Okay," said Jerry, "but Neddy's just starting. His hole's still
little. Wait'll he gets bigger."

      "How many teachers do it?" I asked.

      They all laughed. "'Bout half?" tossed out Mark.

      "Nah," said Bert, "not that many. Maybe half want to but only about
ten, maybe twelve are really doing it."

      "Out of how many?" asked Georgie.

      "Sixty, sixty-one."

      "So twelve out of sixty teachers are having sex with boys?" asked
Georgie with a grin.

      "Easy," answered Mark. "They like different things. I'm fucking one
and getting sucked off by two others and I think Mr. Wurmser wants me." He
grinned at Pinky.

      "Wurmser has too much class to want you. You're fucking that slob
Fitz. Christ, does he ever take a bath?"

      "You're stupid, Pink He's got a skin condition. Shit, I've showered
with him."

      Everyone laughed. Steve remarked, "Yeah, once a month." He was
massaging his greased cock.

      Bert asked me, "You ready yet?"

      "Okay."

      Steve climbed up the back of the examination table, pushed my legs
apart and moved to my ass. I pulled my cheeks apart forgetting how fast he
pushed in.  My ass must have been looser this time. He thrust immediately
all the way inside but there was no pain this time. Even his hard and fast
fucking was more comfortable. After a few strokes, I got used to it and
raised my butt to give him more depth and take my stiff anxious prick off
the sheet under me.

      Steve took a while, punching in, moving me and the sheet toward the
end of the table. It was beginning to hurt. He took long enough that Bert
came over and rubbed his perineum. I assume he'd done it before because it
worked. Steve grunted a few times then groaned once and fired up into me.

      Bert plugged me with his mature five inches, going in slow and
fucking gently for a while before building up speed and force. His cock was
making me go whirlybird inside. I had to breathe hard to keep from
cumming. I turned my head to see how Georgie was taking all this and saw
John naked and oiling up. Georgie was looking at that big dong and probably
wondering how in the world it was going to fit inside my little ass.

      Bert gripped my shoulders and rammed in hard about ten times then
shot his load up my colon. There was a lot of boy cum up there.

      John wanted to get on top of me but I shook my head to that. "Same
way as last time," I insisted.

      He climbed up on the table and lay on his back. Everyone including
Georgie crowded around.

      "Christ, you guys, how am I supposed to get off with all a you
standing around like that?"

      "We just wanna watch it go in then we'll go away," said Bert.

      With the head at my pucker, it was again just a matter of going
slowly. It took at least a minute to get the head in then I slipped down
his post until it hit something. A wiggle of my ass popped it loose. I sat
on John's pubic hairs.

      "Okay," he said, "show's over."

      Everyone but Bert who had to dress went to sit on chairs or the
floor. I rose and fell on his shaft then let him fuck up into me.

      I leaned over and said in a whisper, "Squeeze my hand or arm or
something just before you cum, not too much before like last time, right
before."

      We got into a rhythm, the two of us going in opposite
directions. After a while, he gripped my arm. I leaned over and took hold
of my cock. We came almost simultaneously.

      Even before I pulled on my briefs, I felt the need for a toilet. It
was fortunate we were in a medical clinic. I rushed into the bathroom,
pulling the door closed behind me as I sat on the toilet. I'd had a sperm
enema. It fired out of me along with a gigantic, long wet sounding
fart. Laughter came from the other side of the door. Twice after cleaning
myself with toilet paper, I had to sit back down to get rid of more.

      Georgie asked from outside, "You okay?"

      "Yeah, just a minute," I answered back.

      I turned on the light to see what had come out of me. There was a
half sized turd in three pieces and a whole lot of goo. As I flushed it
away, I smiled to myself thinking of what effect that would have had on my
stomach had I blown them all instead.

      "Bet that was the easiest shit you ever had in your life," remarked
Bert as I came out.

      Georgie handed me the eighteen dollars as we left the six boys by the
basketball court and walked to our favorite bench. I offered him three but
he refused. "You did all the work. Anyhow, I'd have paid to see that. That
was incredible. Six kids in less than an hour. You must've shit out a
gallon of sperm, and your hole's gotta be big enough for my arm. Shit, if I
fucked you now, I wouldn't know whether I was in or out."

	Right after dinner, I took a very horny Georgie down to the grotto
and gave him a double blow job.

	Friday morning, Larry found us in the breakfast line.

	"Hi!" he greeted ebulliently, making me feel guilty he'd been left
out all week.

	Georgie and I took him with us to the rocks up on the mountain that
afternoon. On the way up, I thought over what I would, could tell Larry
that wouldn't make him feel any worse than he probably did. There'd been no
doubt the previous year of his love for Barney.

      For the first time I could remember, I was sexed out. Georgie didn't
show any inclinations in that direction either. Larry was another matter

	The three of us sat side by side on top of the rocks looking out
over the trees and the roofs of the cabins in the distance below. Larry
cuddled up to me and pulled my hand into his crotch. I fondled his hard on.

	We went down and pulled out the duffle bag and made love on the
soft blanket. Larry's mouth was all over mine as he ran his hands up and
down and all over my body and between my legs. The sixty-nine that grew out
of that was as gradual and natural as going from a bite of burger to a
drink of milk. Larry's high emotions poured into me. I forgot Georgie's
presence until, moments after we'd reached orgasm, he touched me on the
shoulder and pointed to his hard on. He'd stripped naked unnoticed and was
in need of attention.

      Later, lying naked side by side on the blanket, in the middle of one
of Georgie's discourses on clouds, Larry, gently playing with my soft cock
and balls, asked. "How come Barney didn't come back this year?"

      "Washburn. His father's a big deal and made the director refuse to
let him and Michael and Harry come back so Washburn could come back and be
a master again. But we got rid of him and the director for good. Barney's
going to try and contact you when you get home from camp. You just gotta
give me your address and phone number. He really likes you."

      During another pause in Georgie's discourse, I asked Larry, "Did you
find someone back home to do this with too?"

      He turned onto his side. "I can do it better, can't I?"

      "Mmm hmm."

      "This guy lives near me. He's in college. I go to his house a lot and
we do this with him and another kid. He's eleven like you. They taught me a
bunch of stuff."

      Larry was looking into my eyes seductively. He slid up tight against
me and put his nearest leg over mine. I raised the arm at my side so he
could get closer. Larry kept coming, moving on top of me, his body warming
mine which had been cooled by the mountain air, his eyes dropping to my
lips. He kissed me gently twice then sucked in my lower lip. I put my arms
around him. He put his behind my head and cupped it in his hands. He opened
his mouth and sucked on both my lips. I opened mine and pushed my tongue
between his teeth. He sucked on it while pulling my face tight to his. We
exchanged juices, passing tongues back and forth, sucking each others
lips. My cock hardened and slipped between his legs. He closed them tight
on it. His erection was pressed against me just above my crotch.

      Georgie leaned in and asked Larry, "Want me to get on top of you?"

      Larry pulled one hand from under my head and tugged on Georgie who
immediately climbed on top of us, squirming around then pushing his hands
under my shoulders. Shortly, I felt the rhythmic movement of him fucking
Larry and Larry's stiff cock slipping back and forth against me. Mine was
being massaged lightly between his legs.

      Larry moved his mouth to my ear then my neck and over to the other
ear then back to my neck and up my chin and back to my mouth. I'd never
been made love to like that. Larry had had an excellent instructor.

      Georgie stopped fucking. Larry patted his butt to keep going. Moments
later He sucked hard on my tongue, stretching it until it hurt. He was
cumming. He released me and breathed hard into my ear. "You cum yet?"

      "No."

      He slowly rolled Georgie off then slipped down my body and gave me a
short blow job.

      I was burning to ask Larry the question but was concerned about doing
so with Georgie beside us. I pressed my lips to Larry's ear and whispered,
"Are you like me?"

      He turned his head, kissed my lips and shrugged his shoulders.

      I laughed quietly. There hadn't been any certainty in my mind at nine
either.

      Saturday afternoon, I convinced Butch to join us. Georgie emptied the
Sea and Ski over me and Butch, then the four of us swam and played together
in the pool off and on until nearly four o'clock.

      My grandfather arrived at ten thirty Sunday morning. Freddy and I
hugged unabashedly and long in front of all those white people. He was
dressed in new clothes and shoes and looked like he came from the richest
black family in the city. He spoke his white English. I shocked some of my
cabin mates and one of the masters when I took him with us to see my
cabin. The four of us walked all over. Bert, Pinky and Jerry saw us and
laughed.

	Georgie and his mother joined us for a picnic lunch on the church
lawn.  I asked if I could take Freddy up to the mountain. We were told to
go ahead. I showed him the rocks place and the duffle bag. "Wanna?" I
asked.

	"Nobody's gonna come up here?"

	"I don't think so but we could hear them if they did."

	We made love on top of the blanket just as we'd done by our stream
then lay against each other naked while we talked. I told him all that had
happened. Then he asked in his native tongue, "How many boys fuckin' you
heah?"

	"A hundred."

	"C'mon, Maacum. Tell me the truth."

	"Um, Georgie, of course, Bert, Steve, Charley, Pinky, Mark, Jerry,
John, uh, Butch and Larry but he's not fucking me. We just suck. How many's
that?"

	"Ten, Maacum! An' you just almost got yo'self kilt?"

	"Nah, he didn't kill anybody. He just wanted us to think he might."

	"How big's those boys fucking you? You felt kinda open back theah."

	"One of `em's almost like a man. He's like this," I held my hands a
bit less than six inches apart, "and this." I made an unclosed circle with
my hand.

	He shook his head. "Mines gonna have to grow fasta `n it's growin'
o' I'm not gonna feel anything when you get back."

	I lifted his penis. "It's growing. Let me see." I masturbated him
to full erection and put my finger against it. "See, you're bigger. It's
past that line on my hand where it was just a couple of months ago."

	Freddy checked it and agreed. "How about yo's?"

	"Nah, not yet."

	He sat up and took my balls in his hand and felt them. "I dunno. I
still think these are growin'."

	At three o'clock by his watch, the same one I'd given him for his
birthday, we went back down to my grandparents and Georgie and his mother.

	My grandfather walked me out the road away from everyone. "I know
you're upset that I don't want the money they offered..."

	"That's okay grandpa. You're right. They should have locked him
up."

	"And made his father resign from the Senate. He's a disgrace
defending a brat like that."

	We talked about my father and what he might ultimately do.

	My grandfather said, "He'll probably accept their money and get on
you about being around that sort of thing but if you use your head with him
and don't get all excited and lose your temper again, you should be able to
work next year instead of coming back here."

	They had to get going at five. Freddy and I hugged again. "See you
in two weeks," I called out as they left.

__________________________


	The last weeks of July were very hot. Georgie and I swam a lot and
showered twice a day. He did it to refresh himself. I did it for the
view. I continued interspersing my exercises with the day's activities,
though sometimes did them afterwards leaving enough time before dinner for
a leisurely shower. I got to calling those afternoon showers beauty shows
since naked boy beauty was a main reason for my being there. Georgie often
left me alone when he felt I was being too obvious.

      Larry and Butch were with us a lot. One afternoon on the mountain,
Larry had Butch fuck him. They both loved it. We saw less of them from that
day on though Larry did come occasionally for the necking he couldn't get
elsewhere.

	Bert's group got to me at least once a week and added two more
boys, one, Horace, nearly John's size, the other, Carl, thin as a fence
rail with a cock not much longer than mine even though he was thirteen and
had quite a bush of pubic hair. I felt the hair more than his cock when he
fucked me. Horace, the bigger boy seemed cognizant of his size and was very
gentle, so gentle that I let him lie on top of me from the second time on.

	Bert managed to sneak into my cabin late one night. He pushed his
three dollars under my pillow and said, "I don't know why I'm so damn horny
but I just had to come see you."

	It woke up Georgie who looked down then went back to sleep.

	Sated, Bert fell asleep on top of me. I enjoyed it for a while then
awakened him and sent him on his way. He'd only pulled his pajama bottoms
down this time.

	Freddy came back with my grandparents on the twenty-seventh of July
full of stories about Bobby. The health department had come down on him and
shut his operation. However, one of the inspectors was so impressed with
the quality of his food that he helped Bobby make the improvements in his
kitchen and procedure and arranged for his mother to get the required
licenses.

	"How'd you know about Bobby?" I asked, sure he'd never seen us
together.

	"Martin told me when I was at his house."

	"You go to Martin's house?"

	"Yeah. I integrated the whole place. Just me."

	"You better be careful around there."

	"Nah, I'm just kidding. I just go to Martin's for lunch a lot. His
father's crazy, you know."

	"Just when he drinks."

	"So, is Bobby back in business?"

	"I think so. Martin and this kid Steven work for him and I haven't
seen them since Thursday."

	We went up to the rocks and did what we always did. Georgie came
along but didn't participate, just watched and then listened to us talking
about part of the ceiling in our hideout coming down and Douglas' uncle
beating on him when he found about what was going on with Brenda.

	The next Sunday morning, Master Gorman said hi as we were returning
from an early breakfast. Would I stop by his cabin?

	I told Georgie I'd see him shortly. We were planning a trip all the
way to the Appalachian trail.

	At my former cabin, Master Gorman was waiting in the door. He
hustled me quickly into his room.

	"Thanks for coming. Sit down." He motioned toward the chair at his
desk and sat on his bed. "Look, Malcolm, I, uh, well, first, I'm not
looking to cause you any problems. I'm not going to do anything. The other
night, I heard someone go out after lights out and, well, followed him to
your cabin. I suppose I shouldn't have but I followed him from outside
through the windows and saw him get in bed with somebody and, well, you
know. It was you, wasn't it?"

	Master Gorman had been the easiest of my two masters, even letting
me use his shower once. I'd noticed how he looked at me that day and was
guessing what he wanted.

	"You're too big for me. It would hurt too much."

	"Oh, no, no, that's not what I want. No, I'd never do anything to
hurt you, never. I just wanted to get to know you better and maybe we could
do some things together."

	"Like what?" I tried not to sound combative.

	"Well, there are other things that just feel good like
masturbation."

	"You want me to jerk you off?"

	"If you want, or I could do you or we could just talk. Whatever you
like."

	He sounded less aggressive than even that counselor at the YMCA
who'd sucked me and Louis and stuck his dick between my legs. And, I liked
him a little.

	"We can do each other if you want." I'd never done that before and
was curious.

	"Now?"

	"We gotta be quick. My friend and I are going for a hike."

	"Okay. Want to do it over here?"

	I went to the bed, opening my pants as I walked. He opened his and
pushed them down. He wasn't a whole lot bigger than John but definitely
hairier. I sat beside him. He moved close and put his arm around me and
took hold of my soft cock with his thumb and three largest fingers. His
pinky stuck out like my mother's when she drank tea with her friends.

	I wrapped my hand around his hard cock. It was as warm as the
inside of my ass. We both masturbated. Mine came up gradually. I was
curious about his balls and reached across to feel them. They weighed a lot
more than any I'd ever had in my hand. They probably contained a lot of
sperm and would make a mess when he came. I wondered what it tasted like. I
knew from experience that the more mature a boy was, the less flavorful his
cum became. Gorman's probably wasn't very tasty but, then, I'd never tried
any this mature. But sucking Gorman's cock would be a real mouth
stretcher. I might not be able to get him off. I leaned over like I was
adjusting myself and tried to smell him. Either he didn't have any smell
there or I didn't get close enough.

	What would he think if I asked to blow him, or just started doing
it? That was stupid. I liked boys, not men. This guy was a man, a hairy
man. I looked at his face. He had hair stubble all over it. I jerked him
off.

	It didn't take long but he was prepared with a T shirt and caught
the cum as it fired out. I'd wanted to watch but he covered the head. I
kept my hand on it to feel the strong pulses. He kept working on me but I
knew it wouldn't work the way he was doing it. I leaned back to see if that
helped. It did but not nearly enough.

	"Why don't you suck it?" I suggested.

	He was still breathing heavily from his orgasm but got to the floor
between my knees and took me in. It was immediately obvious that he'd done
this before. His mouth was all over me, sucking in my balls and making my
entire cock feel his attention all at once. His beard scratched my thighs
and held back my passion. Eventually, though, he got me there and I
throbbed inside his mouth. He stopped and shuttled my balls back and forth
with his tongue until I was done.

	"I gotta go," I said as I pulled up my pants.

	"Where you guys going?"

	"Up to the trail."

	"I'm off today, mind if I go with you?"

	That could be awkward. Georgie and I would want to do what we
always did when we were alone. "I'll have to ask my friend but we usually
just us go together."

	"I could go for a walk if you two wanted to be alone for a while."

	He certainly understood my reticence. "I'll ask. If I don't come
back, that means he didn't want to. Anyhow, we can do this again when you
want."

	"Gorman?" asked Georgie when I broached the subject. "He's one too?
There's more sex than swimming here. And he'll leave us along for a while?"

	"That's what he said."

	"You want him to come?"

	"Whatever you want."

	`Well, whatta you want. He's your lover."

	"No, he's not. You're my lover."

	"Wrong, I'm your fucker. Larry's your lover. Where's Larry? I wanna
watch you two go at it again."

	"Wherever Butch is, I suppose. I think he likes straight kids."

	"It's more fun fucking him than you. You're like fucking an old
tomato."

	"Jesus, Georgie, do we take Master Gorman or no?"

	"I don't care, long as we can do, I can fuck you. Shit! I'm already
horny."

	Master Gorman explained masters weren't supposed to go anywhere
with kids from another group so he'd meet us part of the way up. I told him
how we went. He knew about where it was. "It'll be my responsibility to
find you," he said.

	He met us at the base of the mountain where it became a steep
climb. Georgie noticed someone ahead of us.

	"Shit, we've got company."

	"We'll just wait until they turn somewhere and go the other way," I
said.

	We walked slowly, keeping the three in front of us barely in
view. They headed straight for the rocks. The path we were on went well off
to the left on a more gradual incline. A look at Georgie told me he was as
curious as I. Master Gorman didn't say a word as we headed straight up
instead of across.

	There came a time when I had to tell him something or he'd make too
much noise. There was hardly any wind so we'd be heard shortly.

	"There's a place up ahead where kids do things. It's where the ones
ahead of us went."

	"You mean between the big rocks?" asked the master. He knew.

	"I went there when I was a kid. Mostly they just jerk off in
there."

	"That's where Washburn was fucking those kids last year." As I said
it, I realized he may well not have known about that. I was very angry at
myself. Georgie stepped on my toe.

	We crawled to our observation point, the same one from which we'd
watched Washburn fuck Michael. Pants were coming down. I guessed them to be
thirteen or fourteen. We finally saw their faces when they sat with their
backs to the rock that held up the overhang. I'd seen both around but
didn't know either. The nearest one had black hair, light skin and a bush
around his stiff five inch cock. The second, a well tanned blonde had his
knees up and was playing with himself from below. The third boy appeared,
naked. It was a kid from my current cabin named Stanley Wilshire, decent
looking but no more than that, still a boy between his legs, not one I
spent any time looking at in the showers.

	Georgie elbowed my arm. Stanley sat beside them and fondled his
hard three inches. The blond stretched out his legs. His cock was hidden
inside his hand so it couldn't have been very big. The three of them jerked
off slowly.

	A few moments later, the biggest boy said something to
Stanley. Stanley got up and walked to him. The big boy slid down to almost
a prone position. Stanley sat on his crotch. It looked like he had just sat
down taking that big cock in him as easily as Mary had taken me. But then
he lay back. The big cock was sticking up between his legs. He sat back up
again and dripped spit over the cock opening then closing his legs at the
same time. He lay back again. The big boy fucked hard up and down. Stanley
wet his hand and held the cock tight against his perineum. Minutes later,
sperm shot into the air landing all over Stanley's belly. Stanley wiped up
some with his hand and jerked off with it, arching his back up high enough
we could see the bigger boy's cock from below disappearing between his
legs. The blonde wiped up some too and did the same.

	After reaching climax, all three stood and cleaned up with toilet
paper off a roll. The blonde was a good looking boy with a cock the size of
Butch's. I'd have sucked him in a minute.

	We retreated and went on our way. Georgie's pants stuck out in
front. Mine too. I grabbed Gorman's crotch. He was as hard as we were. But,
there was no cover for some time. We just had to persevere.

	Georgie didn't want to. "We gotta find some place to stop." He was
looking all over frantically.

      I spotted two large fallen trees lying roughly side by side. We could
get between them.

      Georgie asked the master, "Mind if we go away for a few minutes?"

      "I suppose so but I'm hot too."

      "Let him come. He isn't gonna say anything. He can look the other way
or something."

      Georgie acquiesced. We climbed over and between the huge trunks and
found a place where no one could see underneath them. Georgie pulled the
blanket from his backpack and we dropped our pants. Without concern for
what Gorman saw, I went down on Georgie then lay face down on the
blanket. Georgie hopped on and pushed himself inside.

      "Hu, boy, I needed this," said Georgie into my ear. "I thought
Stanley actually took that big thing in his ass. You know those guys?"

      "Just Stanley. Go in more."

      "I am. Your hole has just gotten too big."

      He pumped hard. I tightened my sphincter. "Yeah, like that," said
Georgie.

      "Hurry, I can't hold it that way very long."

      Georgie laughed. "See, that's why I like Larry better."

      "Fuck you."

      Georgie laughed some more.

      "Get serious or you'll never cum."

      Georgie got serious, pulling us onto our side a few minutes later to
do me then cumming from my orgasmic constrictions.

      When I looked, Master Gorman was using dead leaves to clean sperm off
his cock head.

      It took another forty-five minutes to get to the Appalachian
trail. We walked south until we found the same camp site we'd used
before. Unfortunately, it was occupied by a Boy Scout troop that was
already violating most of the rules regarding its use. Fires glowed in
three locations. There was trash everywhere. The two adults with the group
were downing warm beer. Georgie counted nine pup tents and two large
ones. I saw two shirtless boys, one a real beauty about twelve with black
hair and a body out of a muscle magazine.

      Georgie saw me looking and pulled me down the path. Master Gorman
spotted a grassy area on the left side of the path. It was wet and full of
mosquitoes.

      I wanted to go back with the Scouts. Georgie dragged me ahead. Fifty
yards ahead we found a rock formation with signs of camp fires on top of
it. We collected dry wood and had lunch in front of the fire. Georgie was
unusually quiet.

      As he fit a marshmallow to one of the green sticks the master had
collected and sharpened, Georgie asked, "Why are you guys the way you are?"

      I answered, "It's the way we were born."

      Georgie looked at Master Gorman. The master said "Nobody knows. Maybe
Malcolm's right."

      I commented, "I've been this way as long as I can remember. My friend
Bobby says the same thing. He's like me."

      Georgie said, "My mother thinks it's `cause of your father screwing
up as a father."

      "Jesus, Georgie, you told your mother about me?"

      "Well, shit, she's that way too."

      "Does she know what we do?"

      "No. I don't think so. She just heard how you talked on the phone
and, well, you know. I never actually said you were queer or anything, not
actually."

      "Your mother's a lesbian?" Gorman asked Georgie.

      Georgie nodded yes without looking at the Master.

      "You father, uh, we're they married?"

      "Don't worry. I'm legitimate," muttered Georgie.

      Gorman looked like he was going to say more then turned to me. "Your
friend Bobby here at camp?"

      "Unh uh, back where I live. And, Georgie, Bobby hasn't got a
father. So how could he make him a homosexual? And another kid I know," I
was thinking of Martin, "he's got a really neat father. And I know another
kid," thinking of Victor Cibelli, "whose father's as big a piece of shit as
mine and he's definitely not a homo."

      "I just don't think anybody can be born anyway but normal. It's gotta
be something else," opined Georgie.

      Master Gorman swallowed his first marshmallow and spoke. "Well,
Alfred Kinsey and a bunch of scientists are doing studies and they are
finding that a certain percentage of men are homosexual no matter where
they look, city, country, rich, poor, educated, uneducated. Not only that
but it's about the same percentage in all those groups. That suggests maybe
it is something you're born with. But Freud says it happens because of
problems usually with the father being weak or not around or the mother
being too strong and he thinks homosexuals are usually people so in love
with themselves that they can't love others very well, or something like
that."

      Georgie asked, "Who's Fred whatever?"

      "Freud. He was a psychologist a hundred years ago in Austria. Most
psychology today is based at least in part on his work. I'm surprised
you've never heard of him."

      "I go to a crappy school."

      "What's your father like, Malcolm."

      "You don't know? He's a son-of-a-bitch!"

      "Why?"

      I told him about the war over Freddy and the beatings and
restrictions.

      "And your mother?"

      "She mostly kisses his butt on everything he wants."

      "Does she love him?"

      What a question. "I think she does but I think she's afraid she'll
lose him and then she won't have all the shit she has and do all the stuff
she likes to do."

      "Does your father love her?"

      "I think he loves himself more than anybody. He just wants everything
to be his way. He's always going places with her. They're in Europe right
now until Labor Day. He never takes me anyplace but church."

      "What religion?"

      "Catholic."

      "You go to Catholic school?"

      "Oh, yeah."

      The master blew the fire off his second marshmallow and stared at it
for a moment.

      Georgie said, "I think your father fucked you up. I met him, Master
Gorman. He really is a nasty son-of-a-bitch. He never said a word to me and
I was there for, what, three days?"

      "That's right," I answered. "Only time he talks to me is `Do this' or
`Do that' or because he's pissed off about something. We have never talked
about anything unless it was him saying what I gotta do or what I gotta
think. He sent me to this priest so he could make me normal and the priest
was queer. Anyway, my father's sure not normal except for sex."

      Master Gorman was silent.

      "What about your father?" I asked him.

      "Hmm. My father was, is, a businessman. He's not a bad guy. I just
hardly ever see him. He was around more when I was young but we didn't
really do anything together. He took me to a couple of baseball games when
I was seven or eight but that was it. He's never hit me or even yelled at
me."

      "He ever hug you?" I asked.

      "Sort of, when I was little. I remember he used to pick me up when he
came back from a trip but then he'd put right back down. He didn't really
hug. That's a good question, Malcolm. Your father ever hug you?"

      "Yeah,' I laughed. `when he was trying to beat me or keep me from
hitting him."

      "You hit your father?"

      "Sure. I got him good in the face once, the balls and I kicked him. I
even whacked him in the ribs with a baseball bat. He hurt for a couple
weeks after that, the son-of-a-bitch."

      "Good grief! Why'd you do that?"

      "He was beating on me. What was I supposed to do, let him?"

      "Maybe that was why he was beating you."

      "Uh uh. He always started it. I was gonna kill him with a knife once
but didn't."

      "My God, Malcolm. You two ought to go see someone about that before
somebody gets seriously hurt."

      "You don't know him. Everything's my fault. If he had a car wreck and
I wasn't even there, he'd still blame me somehow. I know he's gonna blame
me for this shit with Washburn even though he's gonna get a bunch of
money."

      Georgie lowered and shook his head.

      The master looked at me for a moment. "So Washburn's paying everybody
off?"

      "Please don't ever say I said that. I'll be in big trouble."

      "Don't worry. That explains what they told us. I'm going to tell you
but you can't say anything about this to anybody, okay?"

      "Okay."

      "You're to get anything you want. Nobody's supposed to punish you for
anything. If there's a problem, we're supposed to tell the new director but
not do anything. You could burn down a cabin and we can't touch you. But,
please don't."

      "I won't. I've got credit at the store. I can have anything I want
and never have to pay for it. You want something, I can get it for you but
my grandfather doesn't want me to take very much. He's angry everybody's
taking money and not putting Washburn in jail. Me too."

      Georgie looked away.

      "I'm sorry, Georgie, I..."

      "Don't worry,' he said, `I think he oughta go to jail too but my
father told me that he might get off if they went to court. He's got some
real smart lawyers and they were going to say we were the ones with the sex
and Washburn was just trying to stop us. And the judge might be afraid of
his father."

      We went on about that and the unfairness of it all until the
marshmallows were gone. Then we heard some rustling in the leaves near
us. Georgie whispered, "Snake" and went off with two of the marshmallow
sticks.

      After a couple hours of chasing snakes and chipmunks and climbing
trees, we headed back. The scouts were still there. The shirtless beauty
had put on a shirt making it easier for me to pass them by.

      We got back just in time for dinner and were the two grungiest boys
at the table but, as Master Gorman had predicted, the masters didn't say a
word. Herbert Morrison, however, called us pigs. We showered immediately
afterwards.

      In our pajamas on Georgie's top bunk, I asked him what his father was
like.

      "He's just a jerk, you know, with all those women."

      "He ever hit you?"

      "Couple times, three times but a long time ago, at least a couple
years."

      "What for?"

      "Well, once, I called my mother something, a bitch I think for
something. Yeah, and I beat the shit outta this kid tried to take my wallet
right there in his building. Made him bleed. The kid said I started it and
cried like a baby so my father believed him. I forget the other one."

      "He use a belt or his hand?"

      "Nah, his hand, just a few times. Didn't take my pants off like your
dad. Shit, nothing like your dad."

      "You think I'm the way I am `cause a him beating me?"

      "Maybe. He beat you before you started doing this stuff?"

      I thought. "No, I don't think so. No. So it couldn't be
that. Actually, he wasn't so bad when I was little. It started with Freddy,
I think. He really hates Freddy."

      I lay there thinking. Georgie drifted off to sleep.

      I remembered how good it felt that time Carter fucked me when I was
six. But I'd been sticking things in my ass as far back as I could
remember. The first thing I could recall was a skinny candle I found
somewhere and kept hidden in the bottom of my toy box. It smelled
terrible. I was constantly worried mother would smell it, then find it, and
figure out what I'd been doing with it because of that smell. I tried
washing it with a steel wool pad. I must have stuck that candle up my rear
a hundred times before it broke. I had to have been less than five when I
started. What happened when I was three or four to make me like boys
instead of girls? I fell asleep with that question on my mind, then woke up
later feeling very cold. It was necessary to awaken Georgie to get us both
under the blanket.