Date: Wed, 02 Mar 2011 08:33:35 -0600
From: michaelpete@hushmail.com
Subject: Malcolm 8

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. Send comments to:
michaelpete@hushmail.com Michael Peterson

MALCOLM

CHAPTER 8 – CAMP McFARLANE 2

	Sunday, after the eight thirty Mass I'd been unable to avoid and a
bacon, eggs and sweet bun breakfast, Georgie and I, both knowing we'd have
no visitors, went searching for the three boys from the mountain. The two
younger ones, blonde Harry and dirty blonde Michael McWinters were playing
basketball with a group of eleven to thirteen year olds. We found a
comfortable spot under a tree and watched and waited. One of the boy's
names came over the loudspeakers. He had a visitor. He trotted off leaving
just five to play.
	"Want to?" asked Georgie.
	We walked over and suggested we pair up with two of them against
the three others.
	"You guys are bigger and Malcolm isn't that good, so it'll be
fair."
	Harry whispered something in the ear of Michael. They both looked
briefly at me. Michael whispered back. It was all very quick. We
played. Harry, Michael and a third older boy aligned against another eleven
year old, a twelve year old, Georgie and I.  For a while it was just an
ordinary pickup basketball game. Georgie was better than they expected and
our teammates realized it quickly. They were taller but he could handle the
ball on the outside and shot reasonably well. We were winning. Harry was
the first to crowd me, rubbing his crotch against my back. Then Michael did
the same thing. Nothing was said but they smiled at each other and me after
doing it.
	Then, the strangest thing that had ever happened to me at a summer
camp occurred. My name was called over the loudspeaker. With only four
weeks to go out of twelve, my mother had come to see me, brought by her
parents, bearing gifts. It was all very awkward.
	Mother said, "My, Malcolm, you do look healthier. Have you gained
weight?"
	"Mmm hmm."
	"Are you playing sports and swimming?"
	"Mmm hmm." I couldn't get myself to look at her much less converse.
	While I was happy to see my grandparents, I obviously wanted little
to do with my mother. My grandfather pulled me aside.
	"Look, Malcolm. We know you're not happy here and you're angry and
you're right to be angry but this wasn't your mother's idea. You've got to
be nicer to her. Talk to her. She loves you and what you're doing hurts
her."
	I tried, very hard. But seeing her just dragged the anger out from
wherever it had been buried the previous eight weeks.
	She tried too. After a terrible silence with the four of us looking
anywhere but at each other, mother straightened up and said, "If you want
to come home, dear, oh, I'll take you with us right now. Your father will
be furious but that's my problem."
	I lifted my eyes to hers to see if she was serious. I saw
determination. It melted some of my anger. Her offer brought Freddy
immediately to mind. Life here at the camp had been great and there was
promise of something really exciting in the works. I had a wonderful,
understanding friend in Georgie. But Freddy, to be with Freddy was much
better than everything else good in my life combined.
	Then the other side, the very dark side of her proposal seeped into
my mind, like liquid asphalt over a flower garden. She was right. My father
would be furious. It was likely I'd at least be confined to the
house. There was a possible beating for coming home. He'd probably prevent
my seeing Freddy. Home would be a terrible place to exist for quite some
time.
	"Can I stay with you?" I asked my grandparents, immediately
realizing I was being very cruel to my mother. "I'm sorry, mother. I just
know that my father is going to be very angry. He, well, you know."
	My grandfather explained, "Son, we're going away tomorrow for three
weeks. Otherwise, of course we would." He turned to his daughter. "I think
Malcolm is being very brave and very mature here. We all know why he wants
to go home."
	What did he mean by that? Did they know I just wanted to be with
Freddy and were accepting of my desire, would allow, even facilitate it? I
wanted to ask, to be sure. But reason prevailed. I was over two thirds of
the way through camp. There was a strong chance my father could prevent me
from seeing Freddy. He might even send me back here anyway. I opted to
stay.
	It would have been nice to give my mother a real hug. I knew it was
the right thing to do, even wanted to do it. But the best I could force out
of my body was an arm around her briefly.
	My grandparents were very disappointed. They had driven hundreds of
miles for a forty-five minute visit. We all parted worse off. They left
unfulfilled. I went back to my cabin, carrying the cakes and books they'd
brought me, feeling very guilty, furious at myself for not showing some
consideration and love to my mother.
	Georgie had carried his lunch out from the dining hall and had been
watching us. He followed me into the cabin.
	"What happened?"
	"I don' know. I was really mean to my mother."
	"Why, what happened?"
	I lay face down on Georgie's bunk. Georgie sat beside me and put
his hand on my shoulder. I asked into the pillow, "Why can't I love my
mother. She's not the son-of-a-bitch. He is."
	"Then why doesn't she get a divorce? My mother did."
	"I don' know." I turned over and took hold of his arm. "Maybe she's
afraid of him. She acts like she's afraid of him all the time, except
today. Now I'm a son-of-a-bitch. I couldn't even give her a little hug. I
think she was crying when she left. Shit. Shit!"
	"Why don't you write her a letter and tell her you're sorry."
	I looked at him. That was it.
	There was camp stationery in the drawers built in under our beds. I
took some out and sat, pencil in hand, at the desk between the bunks.
	"What do I say?"
	"I don't know. She's your mother. Tell her you love her. They like
that."
	I started and tore up letters so many times I was taking stationery
from other boy's drawers. Eventually, though, with only two erasures, I had
what I would send. It read: Dear mother,
	I am very sorry for being so mean to you today. Thank you for the
cake and books. I will start reading them today.
	Thank you for saying you will take me home. But I know my father
will be very angry at you and me but specially at you. So maybe it is
better for me to stay here until camp is over.
	It is okay. I have a friend named Georgie. We play together every
day. He taught me to play baseball real good. Now I can play with the kids
at school.
	I will see you in four weeks and I promise to be good.
	I love you.
		Your son, Malcolm
	I let Georgie go over it. He thought it was okay so I put it in an
envelope and took it to the mailbox in the main building.
	I'd missed lunch. Georgie smiled and produced a sandwich and a
banana he'd brought out for me. After eating, I wanted more. I used a bit
of the five dollars from my grandfather to buy potato chips for me and four
candy bars for the both of us. Before we could get back to the cabin, it
started to rain and continued for the rest of the day. There was a movie in
the dining hall but we decided to stay in the cabin and read the books I'd
been given.
	The really sad kid who'd yelled at me when I touched him a couple
of weeks before was lying on his back on his bunk, two down from mine,
staring at the ceiling. When I'd asked, Master Warren told me the boy's
name was Milton and that it would be nice if I'd be his friend. I'd told
him what happened when I'd tried. He'd sighed, "Oh well."
	Probably due to a need to do something nice to someone, anyone, I
climbed down and put a candy bar beside his hand. He either didn't or
pretended he didn't notice me.
	After Georgie finished accusing me of being "stupid", we read side
by side until we fell asleep. When we were awakened for dinner, I noticed
that Milton had the candy in his shirt pocket. After dinner, he walked to
my bunk, placed an apple at the foot of my bed and returned to his
own. Georgie shook his head and rolled his eyes.
	Monday afternoon as Georgie and I climbed the rocks above where the
orgy had taken place, I saw Milton walking up the same path we'd followed.
	"Look who followed us."
	"Oh shit. Malcolm, the kid's crazy. He'll just be a pain in the
neck."
	It didn't matter. Milton stopped, looked at us for a minute or so,
then headed away.
	Georgie wanted to discuss bird languages and his theory that they
actually were saying things that people hadn't yet figured out. I was
horny.
	The first time he paused in his discourse, I asked, "Wanna do some
sex?"
	"Shit, Malcolm. Is that all you think about? I'm explaining
something important. Pay attention."
	He went on about Mynah birds and the fact that they can learn
English proves that birds know how to talk. "We just have to learn bird
talk like Mynah birds learn English. Okay, let's go."
	He stood up. I followed. He led us down to below the rocks where
we'd observed and had sex. As he walked into the clearing, he opened his
belt and unzipped his fly. He saw me staring.
	"You want to do sex, don't you?"
	I wrestled the duffle bag out from inside the rocks and yanked out
the blanket. He was completely naked when I turned around. The sun
illuminated him perfectly. His tanned body looked better in that light than
Martin O'Malley's, our class muscle boy. I didn't bother untying my shoes,
just forced them off. I nearly ripped off my buttons getting out of my
shirt and pants.
	"Whatta you want to do this time?" I asked as I pushed off my pants
and briefs together. "Wanna fuck me?"
	"Let's just start off like we did last time."
	He sat on the blanket. I crawled between his legs and dropped my
mouth down on his penis. For some reason, it seemed a little larger. He
leaned back on his hands, still in a sitting position, too high for me to
get down between his legs.
	He sat up and whispered like someone else might hear him, "Let me
fuck you."
	I sucked in his soft little balls for a moment then slowly lifted
off, leaving his cock dripping with saliva. I rolled over and he got behind
me. I spread my cheeks and raised my rear. He straddled then lay on top of
me, trying to find my hole with one hand guiding his dick.
	"Shit," he muttered.
	I thought he was talking about my hole and looked back.
	"No, no. This is hard."
	I reached back and pushed my hand between us. He rose up so I
could. I put his cockhead at my entrance.
	"Go in," I told him.
	I pulled my hand out. He pushed forward. His cock went inside, just
past my pucker.
	"Shit!"
	I shook my head. He pulled himself forward and slid in deeper. He
began fucking, coming out on the third pull. I put him back in. He moved
further up my body and pushed hard into me. His face was pressed against my
back. He started to fuck again, and came out.
	"Shit!"
	"Don't go out so much."
	"Wait a minute."
	He lifted himself up on his arms and looked at my ass. "Your ass is
too big. Get on your side."
	He knelt beside me. I rolled onto my side. He sat on my thigh and,
pushing my other leg ahead of him, slid up until his cock was again at my
entranceway. With his tongue between his teeth, he slid forward. I felt his
cock slip inside me. It didn't reach my prostate but I could feel his
crotch tight against my perineum.
	He put his hands on the blanket and made short thrusts. "Yeh," he
said, satisfied with himself.
	The physical strain was on his face. His eyes were fixed on his
cock as it slid in and out of me. His one leg was rubbing back and forth
across my balls and cock. A good prostate rub would have been better but
this was very nice. Georgie bit down on his lower lip, his eyes staring
below. He punched in with more force. In his position, only short thrusts
were possible but they seemed to be working. I wrapped my fingers around
his ass and encouraged him to push harder. He grabbed my arm and used it to
pull himself forward. He fucked faster. His leg was virtually masturbating
me. I dropped my head back as orgasm overtook me. Georgie pumped faster and
faster then yanked on my arm and held himself fully inside.
	I felt his throbbing. His mouth came open and he gulped in air.
	After a few moments, he fell over beside me. "Shit! That was hard
work."
	"Did you like it?"
	"Of course."
	He laughed to himself.
	"What's wrong?" I asked.
	"Nothing. Now I know why my father likes to fuck so much. I still
wish he'd do it someplace else when I'm there."
	I looked at his cock, sticking up, wet and shiny, wishing it was
longer.
	At dinner that evening, I watched Milton, trying to catch his
eye. But he was his usual lone self and never looked away from his food.
	However, he did leave another apple at the foot of my bed.
	Tuesday afternoon in the showers, we saw the McWinters blondes at
the far end. They were talking to each other and didn't seem to notice
us. Michael was massaging his good looking hard cock.
	Georgie didn't want to go near them. "I don't want them to think I
want what you want."
	"Then just stay near but come on."
	He followed me at a distance. There were lots of other kids
showering, maybe twenty including a very handsome twelve or thirteen year
old with a beautiful full body and a big, still hairless cock. I ogled him
as I walked by. He was busy washing under his powerful arms and didn't
notice me. Harry McWinters did, though, and smiled my way. The shower heads
on both sides of the two blondes were occupied so I just waited. Harry
offered me his "while I soap up," he said rubbing his hardon.
	I stepped in. Georgie was well behind me sitting on the bench,
watching out of the corner of his eye. The two looked enough alike to be
brothers, both with full athlete's bodies, a lot like Martin
O'Malley. Their tanned rectangular faces had full cheeks and slightly
turned up noses below mischievous brown eyes and high foreheads. My eyes
had difficulty moving away from the semi-hard cock Harry was massaging.
	He asked, "How was your visit Sunday?"
	"Okay," I lied.
	"You get anything?"
	"Some books and cake and money."
	He walked close and acted like he was rinsing under his arm. "Wanna
come with us after dinner?" he asked softly along side my face.
	"Where?"
	"Just come to the basketball courts where we were Sunday."
	Both our cocks were hard. Michael looked at mine and grinned.
	I stayed until they left, enjoying the view of their glistening,
gorgeous bodies as water coursed over them, hugging their delicious curves
and running off their cocks like one long pee.
	Georgie joined me as soon as they left. He saw my hard
peter. "Shit. What'd they say?"
	"They want to meet me at the basketball court after dinner."
	 "You going to go?"
	"I dunno. You think I should?"
	"If you want to get fucked, yes. If you don't, no.
	The thought of their growing penises inside me kept me hard. Of
course I wanted to go. "You wanna watch? It's okay with me if you do."
	"I don't think it'll be okay with them. I know I wouldn't want
anybody watching."
	"I'll tell them you have to come or I won't. Please, I want you to
come."
	"I'll think about it."
	In the dining hall, I filled my tray and ate dinner but my mind was
definitely not on the food. Just before six, I walked to the basketball
court. The blondes were waiting under a tree.
 	"Why's he here?" they asked about Georgie who was fifteen yards
behind me, still not sure he wanted any part of what was to happen.
	"I want him to come too. He's just gonna watch."
	Michael got suspicious. "Watch what?"
	I grinned. "You know, what you want to do."
	"What do we want to do?"
	"What you did," I caught myself, "like when you were playing in the
shower but for real." I'd almost mentioned the orgy at the rocks.
	Michael had gone beyond suspicious to nervous. "Nah, we just want
to play basketball, don't we Harry?"
	I was furious with myself and sought words to get the conversation
back on track. I stepped close to Michael. "Sex."
	"You're crazy, kid. We just..."
	Harry nudged in. "What do you mean sex?"
	"You can put yours in me, my behind."
	I was frantic, worried the liaison I wanted so badly was not going
to happen. Maybe, I thought, I shouldn't have insisted Georgie come
along. "He doesn't have to come. He just wanted to watch is all."
	"So tell him to go away."
	"Wait," I told them and scurried over the Georgie.
	"They're scared, I think, so you better not come this time."
	Georgie looked relieved. "Okay, but don't let them take you too
far."
	I walked quickly back to the blondes. Michael seemed more
relaxed. Harry asked, "What'd you tell him?"
	"Maybe next time."
	"All right, come on."
	They led me to the far side of the camp to a small shed. The door
had a padlock on it. We walked around to the back where they lifted a pair
of stones away from the base of the wall and pulled out two weathered
vertical planks from the bottom. We squeezed inside. Light entered from a
single window high in a side wall. There wasn't enough open space for us to
lie on the concrete floor. Both blondes sat down to untie their
shoes. Harry looked at me standing there and said, "Get undressed."
	I leaned over and undid the laces on one shoe. "Where are we going
to do it? There's no space."
	"There's plenty of space. We do it in here standing up."
	As I continued to take off my shoes and pants, various images of
standup sex flashed through my mind, none unpleasant. I was actually
excited at this new approach.
	Harry asked, "You ever done this before?"
	"Mm hmm."
	"You do it with that kid who was with you?" asked Michael.
	"Not exactly." I wasn't sure what Georgie would want me to admit
to.
	"Not exactly? How do you not exactly get fucked?"
	Michael answered, "You sucked him, didn't you?"
	"Mm hmm."
	Both boys took off their shirts.
	"Anybody else here at camp fuck you?" asked Harry as he pushed off
his pants and briefs displaying a roaring hardon.
	"Unh uh."
	"So who fucked you? Kids at your school?"
	"Just others."
	"Not gonna tell or is this really your first time."
	"This is not my first time."
	"We'll see." Michael handed Harry a small jar of Vaseline.
	"You ever do it standing up?" asked Harry wiping the grease on his
cock.
	"No." Both were taller than me. Their cocks lined up with the top
of my rear end. How were they going to fuck me like that? They wouldn't be
able to stand very long with their knees bent.
	I figured it out just as Harry said, "Come over here and stand on
this." He showed me an upside down shallow wooden crate next to the wall
that would level us out almost perfectly.
	I stepped up on it. Harry moved in behind me and spread my ass
cheeks. His greasy cock was cold against my skin. He sought out my hole
with his thumb then put his cockhead against it.
	"Go in slow."
	"Don't worry."
	He pushed gently. The head poked inside. I reached back and held on
to his hips. His cock continued up into me. I felt him lift up on his
toes. He passed my prostate, sending the old sparks flying. I took a deep
breath, waiting for him to go deeper.
	"Drop down a little," he requested. "You're too high."
	I bent my knees and pulled on his buns. He slid in deeper. I felt
wonderfully full.
	"Stay like that. Don't move."
	He began fucking, each time pulling out a little further before
pushing back to maximum penetration.
	I felt Michael's bare body against the backs of my hands. Harry
pulled almost completely out. Michael pushed him back in. He was fucking
Harry as Harry fucked me, just like they'd done on the mountain with the
older boy and the Master. I immediately wished it was me in the middle but
I knew with my little pecker, I'd have a hard time getting very far inside
these two.
	Michael punched into his friend, pushing him deep into me. I held
onto Harry's ass, feeling Michael's body ram forward time and time
again. My cock needed attention but I didn't want to let go of Harry's ass.
	"Jerk me off."
	"Huh? Okay," answered Harry breathlessly. His fingers took hold of
my peter and moved up and down. They were pleasantly slippery with
Vaseline. I was very close.
	"Not so fast," I said.
	He moved his fingers slower. My prostate felt like it had doubled
in size. My anus felt like it was made of jelly. Harry's cock slid in and
out of me like a piston. My knees weakened as I approached orgasm. I think
Michael came first because I heard him gasp several times in a row. I was
next. Harry felt me pulsing and stopped masturbating but didn't let
go. Then I felt him throbbing inside me. I hoped he was squirting his juice
up inside me. The idea of his cum up my behind was very exciting.
	Harry wrapped his arms around me and hugged, his cock still buried
in me. "That was really good."
	Michael reached around us both and felt my cock. "Not even three
inches long." He felt up my balls but made no comment.
	I felt him make one last hard thrust which pushed Harry's cock deep
into me. They both pulled loose and began cleaning up with a roll of toilet
paper that had been hidden inside a crate. Michael handed me a wad for my
ass.
	"What's the biggest cock you ever had up your ass?" he asked.
	"Like his." I pointed at Harry. "A tiny bit bigger." Harry's was a
tad shorter than Frankie Stilling´s.
	"Ever try a bigger one?"
	"Yes, but it hurt. A little bigger is okay." I didn't want to rule
out anything. It had been a long time since Douglas tried to stick me with
his five incher. I had to be larger back there.
	"I know a kid smaller than you that can sit on one a lot bigger
than mine."
	Was he talking about Master Washburn's huge penis? I was sure that
one would tear me apart. "How much bigger?"
	"About like that." He held his hand an inch out from the end of his
softening cock.
	"I'll try but if it hurts, he's gotta stop."
	Harry grinned and hit Michael in the upper arm.
	The voyeur in me along with a bit of caution prompted, "Can I watch
another boy do it with him first?"
	They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. "We'll
ask," answered Michael. "We better get going."
	On the way back, I asked, "Can my friend watch us next time? He
won't say anything and we already did stuff together."
	Michael answered, "He's gotta get naked and do something too so he
can't rat."
	"Like what?"
	"I don't know. He can fuck you before us."
	"Okay, I'll tell him."
	Harry asked, "Feel good?"
	"Unh huh," I answered, gripping his arm gently.
	Georgie was waiting outside, hidden back in the trees. He caught my
eye as the blondes were replacing the stones then rushed over the moment
Harry and Michael left me at the edge of the sports fields.
	"Were you out there all the time? Did you hear?"
	"Yeah I heard. They did it to you standing up? Both of them?"
	"No, Michael put his in Harry while he was fucking me."
	"Shit, those two are, shit, sorry."
	I was sure everyone could smell the Vaseline on me. I asked
Georgie. He sniffed belly level.
	"I don't smell anything but we can shower if you want."
	We showered. Georgie was hard the entire time.
	"You wanna do it, don't you?"
	Georgie frowned. "We can't. It's too late. There's nowhere to go."
	I thought. It was less than an hour to lights out. Older kids came
and went while we were in the showers. Everything was closed. He was
right. I was horny again too. There was only one thing to do.
	"Wait until everyone's asleep and come up on my bunk."
	"Shit, you're crazy. Somebody will see us. Like your nutty friend,
Milton. I don't know if he ever sleeps."
	"Well, it's the only way if you wanna do it tonight."
	We both fell asleep.
	It was Thursday afternoon before Michael approached me at the end
of swimming. "By the basketball court in twenty minutes."
	"Can Georgie come?"
	"Not this time. The other kid doesn't want anybody else. You still
coming?"
	I sighed and agreed.
	Georgie was disappointed. "Shit, I'm not going to say anything."
	Only Harry was waiting at the trees. He took me to one of the
school buildings. A door opened and we walked straight in. Inside was the
boy Georgie had said was named Barney or Bernie, the thirteen year old who
had been screwed by Master Washburn. Harry knew where we were going and led
us quickly down the hall to a large bathroom. Michael and a smaller boy,
with strawberry blonde hair who I'd seen a few times, were there. The
bigger boy closed and locked the door with a key that he dropped with a
flair into his side pants pocket.
	Michael raised his hands and said with a great smile, "Everybody's
here. Let the games begin."
	Everyone laughed, I, self consciously.
	Shoes came off and were tossed into the air. The little one mooned
the blondes with a plump round ass.
	Harry said, "Just a minute, we are being rude." He introduced me to
the bigger boy. "Little dick Malcolm, this is big dick Barney. Big dick
Barney, this is little dick Malcolm."
	Barney gave me a very friendly smile as he shook my hand then led
me to the smaller boy. In his changing voice, he said, "So so dick Larry,
this is, wait a minute." He undid my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my
trousers and pulled them and my briefs down in front, then, "not really so
small Malcolm." I shook Larry's little hand. There was a lot of fun in his
face. I wondered how he and Georgie would get along.
	Harry stepped to me and said softly, "Larry's just eight." The
message was clear. If he could handle Barney's cock, so certainly could I.
	Barney did have a flush of pubic hair I hadn't seen due to the
distance the previous Saturday when Master Washburn had fucked him. His
body was a bit soft but well proportioned. I couldn't resist feeling his
cock and balls once we were all naked. The length was perfect but it seemed
like it might be too thick.
	I looked at Larry. He was just a wisp of a boy, somewhat slim but
with thick well tanned flesh that moved freely over his body as he helped
Barney undress. His blue eyes were the type that seemed to be smiling no
matter what the rest of his face was doing. His squarish soft face had a
slightly rosy tint on his tanned cheeks. Large ears were surrounded with
hair longer than normally allowed at Camp McFarlane. His hard little peter
was easily as long as mine though not as thick. I'd enjoy sucking on it.
	Michael produced a blanket out of a brown shopping bag, a really
nice blanket, like we had in the cabins, and a jar of Vaseline. Larry
grabbed the jar and struggled to open in. Michael took it back, popped the
lid off with his thumbs and returned it to Larry who put it over the end of
Barney's five inches.
	Barney lay down on his back on the blanket in the middle of the
boys' room floor. Larry took me by the hand and pulled me along as he
stepped over Barney's middle. Barney's big cock lolled, fat and rigid, just
off the flesh of his groin. Michael and Harry, their cocks erect, stood
together in front of the sinks. No one said a word.
	Larry stood over Barney's pelvis. Still holding onto my hand, using
me for balance, he squatted, put his hand at the base of Barney's cock and
pointed it straight up. He waddled back a couple of inches until the helmet
head of the circumcised cock was at his anus. I stepped behind him without
letting go of his hand for a better view.
	Michael said, "Go on, get down and watch."
	Still not letting go of Larry's hand, I knelt and leaned over. The
head of Barney's cock was pushing through a ring of Vaseline at the point
of entry, spreading Larry's tiny hole. The eight year old gripped my hand
tightly but didn't make a sound. His anus kept expanding as the thick penis
pushed its way inside. It didn't seem possible Larry's little hole could
open up this much yet it had to spread half as much again to take Barney
completely inside.
	Barney wasn't doing anything but lying there. It was Larry who was
lowering himself, who had control of how fast the adolescent erection
pushed in. He stopped, looked back at me and smiled. Seconds later, he
started down again. His flesh continued to expand. The soft flare of the
glans began to compress then disappeared inside. Larry straightened up,
pulled his hand out of mine and put it on my shoulder. Bracing himself on
me, he started down again, moving faster than before. The nearly five
inches of shaft slipped seemingly effortlessly into Larry's hole until he
was seated hard on Barney's sparse pubic hairs.
	I imagined where Barney's pole had gone, expanding the small
rectum, stuck up inside the end of his colon and, other than possible pain,
what it must feel like inside. Could I take it inside of me? I wasn't at
all sure.
	I looked quickly at the eight year old's peter. It was stiff as a
pencil. Larry put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me around front. He
pushed my head down into his crotch. I knew what he wanted and provided
it. I had to lie down perpendicular to the pair to get my mouth completely
down on the little penis. It was very hard, like flesh over oak. He wobbled
his ass side to side and forward and backward, then slowly up and down. His
cock was doing in my mouth what Barney's was inside Larry's rectum.
	Larry rose up higher, allowing more of Barney's cock to slide
out. I put my hand back there to feel how much. As he rose, I found I could
see Barney's shaft between Larry's legs. My cock was as stiff as it had
ever been but not as solid as Larry's bobbing around in my mouth.
	Michael sat beside me and ran his hand back and forth over the
curve of my buns. I was getting really hot. I took Michael's fingers and
pushed them down into my crack. He spoke to Barney, `Get on your side so we
can do something too.'
	Barney put his hands on Larry's hips and pushed and pulled gently
to turn him around. Larry lifted up his leg on the far side and slowly,
with Barney's help, moved it across his chest to my side. I sat up to let
him pass. Revolving on Barney's cock, Larry did a half turn until he was
facing the thirteen year old's feet. Barney pulled him down on him. He
pumped into him a few times with the little boy prone on top of him. I'd
done the same a few months earlier with Frankie Stillings. I leaned over to
watch down between their legs as the shaft moved in and out, appearing then
disappearing.
	Embracing Larry's body, Barney rolled to his side.
	Michael whispered in my ear. `Okay if I fuck you?'
	`Mmm hmm.'
	`Lie down in front of Larry so you can suck him.'
	I started to lie down with my chest to the little boy's knees.
	`Not like that, the other way so Larry can suck you too. Turn
around.'
	I didn't need any more encouragement. I flipped quickly around. Not
only was I going to be sucked and fucked, I'd be able to watch Barney's big
cock going in and out of Larry's stretched hole. The moment I was in
position, I felt Michael sliding in behind me. He greased cock poked
between my ass cheeks. I felt his fingers guide it up my crack until it
felt the softness of my hole. Michael's fingers came out. He adjusted
himself and began pushing inside. Right about then, Larry sucked in my
cock. I looked back and saw he had his arm over the two of us and was
tugging at Michael's ass while Harry was moving in behind his partner. As
in the shed, I felt the transferred energy as Harry pushed hard into
Michael's ass.
	Remembering my responsibility, I quickly got Larry's cock into my
mouth and began sucking him in and out. After a few seconds, Larry lifted
his leg and rested his thigh on the side of my face, slowing me down. I
could clearly see Barney's cock pushing in and pulling out the flesh of
Larry's anus as he pumped in and out. I was looking at a version of what
was happening in my rear. It was mesmerizing.
	Harry or Michael or both were thrusting slow but hard. Each time
Michael's cock pressed across my prostate, it felt like a mini-orgasm,
spraying pleasure out to my hips. Fortunately, Larry was allowing the
action into my ass to create all the motion inside his mouth. Had he done
more, I'd have climaxed immediately.
	Barney ran his hand up my side then down to my ass cheeks. When he
reached my knee, he lifted my leg up and pulled it across Larry's face as
the eight year old had done to me. He was providing a better view for Larry
as Larry had for me.
	The four of us settled into a gentle rhythm. Barney stretched his
arm out across the three of us and held onto Harry's ass. I found it with
mine as I caressed the mass of flesh around me. We squeezed each other's
fingers for a few moments. Michael had his free arm over me and around
Barney, using it to pull himself forward with each thrust into my ass. My
middle was on fire. I pulsed inside Larry's mouth.
	Michael let go of Barney's back and reached back to his partner's
ass to urge him on. I felt the increased speed and force. My orgasm
tightened my rectal muscle around Michael's penis. He began going "mmmph,
mmmph". His arm went back around Barney and pulled hard as he could. His
thrusts became shorter but faster. Then he went "unnnh" three times,
stopped fucking and throbbed inside me. Harry hadn't stopped and continued
to push Michael back and forth. Harry's arm went over and around Barney,
pulling as had Michael. The head of my peter was ultra sensitive causing me
to tremble each time it was pushed across Larry's tongue.
	Then Harry stopped. Only Barney was active, gradually picking up
speed. I moved my head down Larry's crotch so I could suck in his pea
balls. I flipped his dick under my tongue. Larry grabbed my head and pulled
it tight against him. I could feel he was really close. His cock grew
steadily thicker and harder. Barney was thrusting hard, pulling out to the
base of his cock head then ramming back inside hard enough that his balls
flopped against my nose. I was past my sensitivity and ready for Larry to
suck me some more. I reached down and nudged his head to move around on
me. Michael and Harry stayed inside us holding everyone together with their
arms.
	Larry sucked on my cock, moving his head about, wrapping his tongue
around my shaft. I yanked on Michael's ass to fuck me some more. He moved
in and out slowly, running his cock back and forth across my prostate which
was again as sensitive and pleasure giving as before my climax.
	Watching Barney ramming hard and fast into little Larry reminded me
that after the Master had fucked Barney, he had had to keep fucking one of
these two for a while before he came. But up inside this tight tiny ass, he
had to be close. I hoped it would be a little longer so I could make it to
my second orgasm. Larry worked hard to bring it on. Michael pumped slowly
into me. It was a dream come true. My entire middle was glowing with
ecstasy.
	Barney rammed particularly hard, stopped, pulled out to the tip of
his cock head, thrust back inside. I saw the pulsing in the underside of
his buried cock. Larry sucked harder and ran his mouth up and down my
shaft. I yanked on Michael's ass to pump harder too. He increased the
length of his strokes sending sparks up through my colon and back. I worked
on Larry as he was doing me then pulled on Barney's ass cheek to move
inside Larry.
	I was on the edge and staying there, breathing fast and furious
through my nose. Larry yanked his thigh off my face and came. I tugged
Barney to a halt. Larry moved his head in every direction. I opened my
mouth and said, "Oh Larry!" and reached a violent orgasm. My legs flew
straight out. I gasped and pulled hard as my flimsy muscles could on
Barney's back.
	Larry squeezed my super sensitive cockhead inside his mouth, making
me jump. He let go and laughed.
	"Shut up for a minute, Larry. Let's just enjoy for a minute," said
Barney.
	Larry lifted my thigh and pushed his head in to where he could suck
in my balls. It was very comfortable so I returned the favor.
	I could have slept like that and laughed inside at what Master
Dean, the good Catholic, would think if he found us in my bed like this.
	A few minutes later, I noticed Barney's cock was softening and
slowly slipping out of Larry. I moved Larry's balls around in my mouth. He
did the same with mine. Barney's withdrawal stalled when all had come out
but the head. He pulled back and it popped loose like Larry's hole had spit
it out. I hoped he wouldn't move but he did. Very deliberately, the two
blondes pulled out of me and each other. Larry and I lay pressed together,
each sucking on the other's balls. Then Larry smacked me on the ass and let
go, laughing.
	I hugged him. He hugged me back.
	The blondes and Barney went to the sinks to clean up with soap and
water. I huddled with Larry.
	"What did it feel like? Did it hurt?"
	"Just at first then it's okay."
	"Did it feel good inside?"
	"It was okay but I like it better with Harry or Michael even though
they just give me a quarter and Barney gives me a dollar."
	"They pay you for this?"
	"Uh huh."
	"Then you just do it for the money?"
	"With Barney `cause it hurts some but it's fun with Harry and
Michael. Just don't tell them so they keep giving my quarters. How much
they giving you?"
	"Nothing."
	Larry shook his head.
	"Larry, wanna come walking with my friend and me after dinner?"
	"Can't. We all gotta be with the Master after dinner. But I can
tomorrow after class."
	"Okay, we can meet at the basketball courts." I watched the three
at the sinks drying off with toilet paper. "I wanna try Barney."
	"Make sure he gives your dollar."
	Barney was already thinking about my ass. "When do you and I get
together."
	I shrugged.
	"How about Saturday after lunch."
	Michael pulled him aside and whispered something into his ear. He
whispered back. Harry joined them, his arm over Michael's shoulder. They
were discussing something. Larry and I watched.
	"We sort of have another appointment Saturday."
	I felt I knew who the appointment was with and wanted to watch up
close if possible. I approached the three naked boys, leaving Larry behind
in case he didn't know. "We know about Master Washburn if that's who it
is. I really want to watch and you can do me when he does you."
	The three of them looked at me with strange expressions I couldn't
interpret. Michael spoke first. "Who else knows about that?"
	"Just Georgie and he'll never, ever tell."
	I felt Larry's hand on my arm then his body against mine.
	Barney said, "Listen, Malcolm, you could get us all in a lot of
trouble if you said anything about that. And you'd be in it too."
	Larry asked, "In what?"
	"Nothing," answered Harry.
	"Wait a minute," said Barney. He walked to the corner with the
blondes and had an animated conversation of whispers.
	I put my arm over Larry's shoulder and sat with him on the blanket.
	"How long you been doing it with them," I asked.
	"I did it last year with Barney then this year Harry and Michael
came with us. You do it with them before?"
	`Just once.'
	"You like it?" he smiled.
	"Uh huh. It feels really neat but with you sucking me too, it was
the better." I squeezed his arm.
	"You wanna do it sometime just you and me? You don't have to give
me anything."
	"Whenever you want."
	"Tomorrow when we go walking."
	Michael called me but told Larry to wait on the blanket.
	"How do you know about Master Washburn?"
	"We saw you one day on the mountain."
	"I told you somebody had been there," said Michael. "Shit."
	I could see Michael was angry. "Don't worry. We're never gonna tell
anybody."
	"You don't understand. Master Washburn isn't going to like this and
he isn't a nice guy," said Barney. "You don't want him to ever find out you
saw him."
	I was confused. "Then why did you do it with him?"
	Harry answered. "He caught us once in a place we used to use and
said he'd tell if one of us didn't let him fuck us."
	"He'd be in more trouble than you," I insisted.
	"You don't know our fathers," said Michael. "They'd go after him
but they'd kill us."
	"I don't even want to think about it," said Harry.
	"Saturday's going to be the last time," explained Barney. "After
he's done it, we're gonna tell him that's the end, we'll rat on him if he
says anything about us."
	"I don't know," said Michael. "His father's a senator. Like he
said, he'd just claim we were lying to cover for ourselves and they'd
believe him."
	"I don't care," said Barney firmly. "It's not your ass he's fucking
and I can't take it any more."
     Again, Georgie had been hiding outside during the entire orgy. He'd
had no idea where we were inside the two story building and hadn't heard a
thing.
	"Then five of you walk out. Shit! Was everybody doing it at the
same time or two by two?"
	`Everybody, all five of us had out penises in somebody's rear end
or mouth. Michael was up mine while Harry was up his. Barney, that's his
name, was up Larry, the little kid, and Larry and I were sucking each
other. All at the same time! It was the most wonderful, fantastic sex I've
ever done. I wish you could have seen it."
	"Barney put his all the way inside that little kid?"
	"All the way. I was sucking on Larry's penis and could watch up
close."
	Georgie looked uncomfortable. "Malcolm, we've got to go somewhere
private."
	I looked at his crotch and saw the point. We only had a half an
hour before dinner so it had to be someplace close. There were bushes all
around the Catholic Church. Maybe we could hide there.
	We ran down the hill and across the field next to the church. On
the far side, there was a small grotto with a statue of the Blessed
Mother. It had shrubbery on three sides, almost like at my school but
without the honeysuckle. We squeezed in behind the rock and cement wall. If
someone were directly behind the grotto and close, they could see us but
not from anywhere else. Georgie pulled off his shoes and pants and sat on
his pants. I lay on top of him, fully dressed, with my crotch over his
face. There wasn't enough space for any other arrangement. I sucked in his
cock and balls, running my upper lip as far down his perineum as possible.
	"We don't have time for all that. Just suck me. Make me cum."
  	I released his soft ball sack and ran my mouth up and down his
little pillar, rocking my head from side to side at the same time. He
stiffened and climaxed in less than a minute."
	"Shit! I really needed that. You really make me horny, Malcolm. Not
you, what you do, and the others. All that sex. Five kids. Shit!"
   	On the way to the dining hall, I told him about Master Washburn and
how he had caught Barney, Michael and Harry and threatened them with
exposure if they didn't allow him to fuck them.
	"Michael said there was nothing they could do to him because his
father's a U.S. Senator. Barney was the biggest so he said he'd do it. But
Saturday, he's gonna tell the Master that it's the last time. Michael's
afraid there'll be trouble."
	"So Washburn's the son of a Senator. Shit. He can do anything he
wants."
	In the dining hall, Larry pushed in front of me in line and bumped
me with his rear. "Tomorrow after school, right?"
	"Yes," I said in his ear.
	When we got to our table, there were seven boys on each
side. Georgie and I liked to sit side by side. Georgie tried to convince
one of the academic program boys to switch sides.
	"Screw you, small fry," was the reply. It was Herbert Morrison, the
boy who'd been in trouble on the first day.
	I expected a fight and moved to get between the two but Georgie
just said "shithead" and took an end spot on the bench. I sat across from
him and smiled at his restraint. He smiled back and said, "I'm too relaxed
for a fight right now."
	After dinner, I told Georgie that we'd be a threesome on our walk
to the mountain the following afternoon.
	"Why'd you invite him? He's a prostitute."
	I'd told him about the payment Larry had been receiving for the use
of his rectum. "Because he's a nice kid and I think you'll like him. He
likes to play around a lot like you. And he was really nice to me today."
	"You mean he sucked your cock."
	"Like I was nice to you."
	We changed into our pajamas and read on his bunk until lights out
then lay there in the dark until Master Dean chased me up to my own bed.
	Larry was all smiles when we arrived by the basketball courts the
next afternoon. I'd worried he expected only me as he had spoken of sex
between just the two of us. But there wasn't any big cock to splay his
backside so he probably didn't feel threatened by the third
presence. Georgie was cool to him at first but warmed up when Larry started
tossing pine cones to each of us, catching most when we threw them
back. Larry challenged the two of us to a race up a steep part below the
large rock formation. He said to go on three then shot off at one. Georgie
caught him at the base of the rocks and fell panting to the ground.
	Larry lay tummy down beside him, his chin resting on his palm and
asked, "You want me to suck you too?"
	Georgie looked for me. I'd long given up the run and was trudging
past them to sit on a fallen tree.
	I'd heard what he said. "I'm too tired to do it now so you two go
ahead."
	We walked into the space under the rocks and Georgie dragged out
the duffle bag.
	"Don't ever tell the others about this place or anything," I
admonished Larry.'
	"I won't," he said and continued to untie his shoes.
	I stripped too because I was never too tired for sex and there were
two nearly naked boys in front of me.
	Larry walked over to me wearing only his socks. His little cock
looked bigger soft, dangling between his legs. "Does he suck too?" he asked
furtively.
	"Oh no. He just gets sucked and fucks."
	Larry looked at Georgie lying flat on his back, his arms behind his
head, his dick pointing at the clouds. "We can do like yesterday with him
fucking me."
	I'd have preferred the opposite but Larry was younger and the
guest.
	Larry ran back to Georgie. "You wanna fuck me?"
	Georgie shrugged with a big smile. "Who's gonna get me wet?"
	Larry immediately went down on him, revolving his head rapidly,
making Georgie take a deep breath. I knew better than to let that continue
and lay down on the prickly blanket.
	"Come on, Larry, over here." I tugged him over.
	Georgie switched around and slipped in behind him. I pulled his ass
cheek open. Georgie poked around with his little cock until, frustrated,
Larry reached back and put him at the opening. Georgie arched
forward. Larry sucked in my cock, I his. The immediate wet warmth made me
suck hard. I lifted Larry's thigh over my face so I could watch Georgie's
fucking. He was only halfway in. I pulled his ass forward. He slipped in
farther and began pumping in short, strong strokes. I sucked in Larry's
balls and below. Larry was doing a great job on me, again running his hot
mouth back and forth and revolving his head at the same time. I raised my
upper leg over his shoulder to push farther into his mouth. Larry squeezed
his arm under my leg, let go of my dick, stuck his forefinger in his mouth
for a moment, sucked my dick back in and shoved his finger slowly into my
ass. It was a surprise but one I immediately liked. He wiggled his finger
around, and fucked me with it. It set my cock on fire and soon I was
throbbing in his mouth. That, however, didn't stop his finger fucking. In
fact, he briefly pulled it out, wet another, and shoved in both, scraping
me slightly with a finger nail, making me wince. He didn't seem to notice
and got back to hard penetration right to his knuckles.
	Possibly due to concentration on what he was doing with his fingers
or to Georgie continually coming out, both he and Georgie were taking more
time to reach climax. That was fine by me. Larry's steel hard cock felt
great in my mouth and the view of Georgie's slimy penis poking in and out
of Larry's little behind was a pleasantly erotic sight. I didn't have to do
much as the force of Georgie's thrusts was moving Larry's penis
sufficiently in my mouth as evidenced by the hardening and slow bloating of
his shaft. Soon, Larry was about to blow. He had sucked in my balls and had
my entire crotch in his mouth. His arms were wrapped around my waist and
squeezing me to him. The throbbing came on suddenly. His middle shuddered,
his legs straightened. He grabbed my head to keep it from moving.
	Georgie wasn't finished. He'd almost been pushed out when Larry's
legs tensed. I tugged Larry's leg back up, allowing Georgie to push in
deeper. He sped up but kept his thrusts short so he wouldn't come out. I
rode his ass with my hand. It was a perfect handful, small but
round. Georgie's hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled. He rammed in and
stayed there. I touched his perineum and felt the pulsing roll up on its
way inside Larry.
	Sex with multiple partners was definitely better than just two.
	As we dressed, Georgie gave a lecture on why he thought sex felt so
good.
	"First, if it didn't feel good, people wouldn't do it and there
wouldn't be any people. Second, when we do it, it makes us feel more
relaxed. Remember last night when that shithead wouldn't trade seats and
called me a name? Well, you know that usually I would have smacked him in
the head at least, right? Well, you had just relaxed me with a blow
job. Right now, I don't think anybody could get me angry about anything. I
feel really relaxed. What about you two?"
	We both agreed that we felt relaxed.