Howdy Doody

The Geppetto Project

Introduction

Those who's story you're about to read want their story told in part because they know that it is matter of time before DNA and Gene technology discloses their existence, and the lies, denials, and finger pointing that always accompanies disclosed secret government programs will begin once again.

As a child, I was always taught that all bad people came from long ago or from those evil fascist or communist countries. Quite naturally, my country would never do anything bad; we were the land of the free and the home of the brave. We were the 'Good guys'. Like I said, I was a child.

Chapter One

The Green Tree Inn & Resort

The man had made this run probably four or five times a year, and knew it like the back of his hand. He also knew he didn't want to lay over in Charlotte for the weekend, the place was crowded, noisy and expensive. His customer could be reached in three good hours of driving and Adam would make the final push into Charlotte Monday morning he decided. He'd look for a reasonable place to stay right where he was. It was wide open country and tiny little towns, some with pretty hickey sounding names, but it was very pretty country, a lot like the Connecticut he loved. For July, it was hot and with the windows open and the music from the radio, Adam now concentrated on finding a place to stop. Motel 6, Super 8, Days Inn, Stuckey's, Waffle House. Adam looked at every billboard looking for one that appealed to him.

He had been on the road long enough to know that his decision could very easily go wrong and he'd have to move down the road. To Adam, it seemed that just about every motel between Maine and Florida was owned or manned by a family of 25 Pakistani's who lived in the back room behind the office. To Adam, a $29.95 a night price instantly meant bed bugs, roaches and dumb ass stupid music coming from the office all night while grandma hung the sheets out in the back ally jabbering away to twelve kids in baggy dirty underwear and scraggly hair who paid no attention to her whatsoever.

After driving about a half hour into the state, a billboard on a small hill caught his eye. A crude drawing of a lake and some cabins around it with tree's and children swimming and playing on the beach caught his eye. $42.95 a night, free Continental breakfast, swimming, boating, air conditioning, weekend rates. It all sounded reasonable to Adam, $42.95 a night meant he might actually understand the Motel Clerk. If the place was nice, he could get it even cheaper according to the sign. Adam pulled off the Interstate and followed the signs to his new destination; Green Tree Inn & Resort. About ten miles [15 km] down a small, winding country road Adam came to another sign. He took the right turn and began climbing a small hill that wound up a mountain and then seemed to level off. Through the tree's straight ahead, Adam looked out upon a large log cabin on a rise and behind it, a medium sized lake with smaller cabins dotted along the lakes shore. To Adam, it reminded him of his summer camp as a boy in New Hampshire. He took an instant liking to the place. Now he needed to find out if the owner spoke English.

Pulling up to the larger cabin a man sat on the front porch in a large rocker as two golden retrievers sat on each side of him. Adam figured the man had to be American, if he was Middle Eastern, the dogs would be dinner. Adam got out of the car and looked around. There were probably twelve or so cabins that he saw, each one nestled along the lake shore tucked in it's own private little tree grove. The man instantly liked the privacy he saw. None of the cabins could be seen by the other occupants, and he guessed by the lack of cars, that half were already full. Since it was only about 4:30 in the afternoon, Adam knew that the Inn probably wouldn't fill until dusk like all motels around the Interstate.

Walking up to the front porch Adam saw that the man sitting down was obviously making fishing lures.

"Howdy! You'd be looking for a cabin?" the man said as he continued making the lures.

"Yes, I'm going to need a room at least for the night, maybe the weekend," Adam replied.

The man looked up from his work and looked at Adam then looked at the man's car.

"You just comin from Connecticut?" the man asked.

"No, I was in Roanoke on business yesterday, I'm on the road," Adam replied.

The man nodded his head.

"I'm booked solid for the weekend except for one unit I can't rent out to a family," the man said.

"If you want that unit, its $42.95 a night or $100.00 for the weekend."

To Adam, the price was right but he was also curious.

"Why can't you rent it to a family," he asked.

"I got some kin in the unit next door. It's a double cabin, but if you don't mind the kids too much, it's a good place," he said.

"They's three boys. They get a bit spunky now and then, but if they bother you, you can just whip their drawers off and give their butts a likin and they'll settle back down right quick," he told Adam.

Adam wasn't sure if the man was kidding or not.

"I'm sure that would go over big with their parents," he told the man.

"Ain't got but one and she's away temporarily," the man replied.

"That's why they need a good beaten now and then," Adam assumed the man wasn't kidding.

"I'll take the cabin, but I don't think the children will need to receive any punishment. I have a lot of nieces and nephews and I can usually get them to respond appropriately," he said.

"Suit yourself," the man said as the got up from the chair and walked into the office.

Adam was very use to checking into motels but this one seemed a bit more involved.

"I need to see your driver's license, registration tag, a major credit card with your picture on it and I need your Social Security number," the man said as he turned on his computer. Adam was a bit irked at the requests. After all, he didn't want to buy the fucking place he thought to himself.

"Don't you want to know my blood type too?" he asked the man a bit sarcastically. The man looked up at Adam and smiled a little.

"I know what you mean buddy, they checked my kids shitty diaper the last time I flew," he told Adam.

"They want this stuff now for home land security since them fuckin Arabs tore down New York City," he said.

"Personally, I think it's all a bunch of shit. They never ask to see any of this stuff, so I can't figure out why the fuck I gotta go through this bullshit anyway. Besides, I think they just wanted to look at my kids cock!" he chuckled. Adam had to laugh. As a traveler he came across a lot of stupid stuff going on since 9-11, he didn't disagree much with the man as he filled his computer with Adam's information.

"This here's a quiet place," the man said as he finished his work and handed Adam a room key.

"Most of the renters are business men like yourself. We frown upon loud music at night and don't take kindly to midnight visitors from any ladies of the evening. This ain't a whore house," he told Adam "We gotta general store downstairs under the cabin. If nobody's there, just leave the money for what you take, we go by the honor system."

As Adam pulled away and drove towards his cabin he observed more than a few people on the way either on their front porches or at the lake either fishing or splashing around. Two things struck Adam, but he really didn't dwell on it much. First, he saw only boys or men, no women or girls. Second, one hell of a lot of the boys were stark naked. Adam hadn't touched a kid for years since he himself was a boy playing with his friends, but he did enjoy seeing them naked. It brought back very fond memories.

Adam pulled the car up to the front of the cabin. Getting out of the car, he looked around. Very tall pine tree's surrounded the cabin on three sides, and a wrap around porch surrounded the cabin. The unit on the left was wide open and number 4, Adam's, was closed. Looking past the cabin the lake was down a small hill and a canoe and rowboat sat upside down at the shore. Out on the lake, three boys were screaming and carrying on having a water fight in a half sunk rowboat. Adam looked on both sides of the cabin. It was completely invisible to the cabins that he knew were on each side of him. Nice privacy Adam said to himself. His attention was once again drawn to the lake amid screaming and yelling and he listened for awhile as the boys cavorted. Once again, it reminded him of his youth and summer camp. The kids sounded like they were really having a great time, and Adam rather liked kids.

Getting his bags out of the car Adam opened the door to his cabin and brought them inside. Looking around, he found a rustic looking place, not four star, more like campy. The cabin had a fireplace and a small kitchen along with a bedroom and a large living room with a TV. The back wall was almost all windows and had a large sliding glass door that opened to a back porch that covered both sides of the cabin including the unit next door. Adam liked the place instantly. Going back into the living room he noticed that the door adjoining the cabin next door was ajar and opened it. Adam expected to see another door, and it was probably locked. It was wide open. As he stood there he heard the boys out on the lake and now he got a little curious.

Walking into the boys' cabin, he found a unit that was the reverse of his in it's construction. It was the same size and probably the only difference was the trash that was all over the place. Empty food containers, empty soda and beer cans, empty bread wrappers, a sink full of dirty dishes, an empty refrigerator, empty cupboards. In the bathroom, a wastebasket full to overflowing with tampon boxes, condom wrappers, toilet paper rolls and an unflushed toilet half full. On the floor and in the tub, old underpants, shorts, some shirts and some woman's clothing.

Adam next moved into the bedroom after he looked out the window to check to see if the boys were still out on the lake. There were two beds and two dressers in the bedroom with two nightstands. One of the beds was half made, the other was almost stripped of everything except for a sheet that hung half off the bed. Adam didn't need to know that whoever slept in that bed wet, he could smell it without seeing the wet stains on the mattress and sheet. On the floor, more very gray and dirty underpants and a few pair of shorts. Adam opened the drawers closest to the wet bed and found nothing in them except for a few assorted socks and a sneaker. In the other dresser he opened the top drawers to find woman's clothing. To Adam, they looked like they belonged to a very cheap hooker or possibly Daisy Duke. The bottom drawer contained hundreds of pictures, mostly of one woman with very many different men. Most were taken in bars, but more than a few were taken in and around the cabin he was now in. In the bar scene's the people in the pictures had clothes on. At the cabin, very, very few did and Adam was staring at some mighty candid shots. As he thumbed through the pictures Adam was feeling the loneliness of the road very deeply in his loins creeping back as it usually did once a day, but that was usually at night when he could solve the problem in a matter of minutes. Adam found a few of the better pictures and put them in his pocket and closed the drawer. He would solve his problem later with the grateful aid of the pictures of who ever this woman was giving guys oral and using a vibrator on herself. He wasn't seeing the clothes of Daisy, she was a hooker.

Adam now moved over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. He drew in a breath as he came person to person with the woman's tools and dozens of condoms and tubes of ky jelly. Whoever she was, she liked them big. She had a 12 inch [30 cm] dildo and a 4 inch [10 cm] wide vibrator that was a good 10 inches [25 cm] long on the top of a pile of other toys that Adam had only seen in magazines. His dick was hurting him and his underpants were getting wet as he took a few condoms for future use to keep the sheets clean and closed the drawer.

The sound of a banging boat and boys voices getting closer to the cabin told Adam he had better leave, and closing the door between the two units, he went back to the rear of the cabin and watched through the curtains as the boys on the shore were tipping the boat upside down. Adam wasn't immediately sure, but once the boat was flat, he once more drew his breath in. The boys were stone cold naked and now walking to the cabin with dicks swinging back and forth as they walked. Adam felt his pants getting wetter as he watched the boys climb the short hill to the cabin and disappear around the side. He hadn't seen boys that age naked since he was a camper and young counselor, and at age 24, more than a few memories of six boys in a tent were coming back to him in vivid color.

Adam moved to the side of the cabin as he heard the spring of the front screen door open and then the door slam shut as bare footsteps stomped through the cabin. Following the sounds of the footsteps, Adam knew the boys were in the back bedroom and quietly listened as he moved into his own bedroom and got near the wall. The cabin had knotty pine siding and to Adam's pure delight, he learned that the wall as a single layer of siding. Knotty pine when it gets older and dries, has a tendency to crack, especially at the knotholes, and Adam now looked for a knothole which just might allow him to see what the boys were up to. He very shortly found out that the wall was riddled with holes and cracks, all he needed to do was to figure out where to look. On his fourth try, he found a hole that looked out directly at the toilet and a boy was sitting on it.

"Hurry up Sammy; I gotta take a crap too," Adam heard a boy say as he watched the smallest of the boys sitting there on the toilet.

"I'm pushing!" the little boy responded as he sat there and rolled his penis in his hand.

"Bullshit! You ain't pushin, you're just sitting there playing with your dick!" A voice said as his body came between the boy and Adam's view. Adam was now staring at an ass that leaned itself against the bathroom wall.

"I ain't playing with it, I'm scratching it Jesse," the little boy responded.

"Scratch it someplace else; I gotta take a shit even if it's in your lap," the bigger boy said as he moved towards the toilet and pulled the little boy off. Adam watched as the little one was half dragged off the toilet and stood there as the bigger boy sat down.

"I aint done," Sammy said.

"Shit in the tub, it doesn't work anyway," Jesse told the smaller boy. Adam watched as the smaller boy moved towards the tub area and out of his sight. The bigger boy Jesse now sat in front of him and was slowly moving his foreskin up and down his penis slowly exposing and covering the head of his penis. Adam was mesmerized at the sight and amazed at the boys complete lack of modesty.

"Jesse, did you see that car out front?" another voice from the cabin now asked. The bigger boy continued his movement on his penis as he answered.

"Yeah, Uncle Bert must have rented the cabin next door out," he said as he continued playing with his penis and staring down at it.

"Maybe they'll leave some food behind," the voice from the living room said.

"Yeah, maybe," Jesse said still engrossed in his activity.

"When's Momma getting outta jail?" the voice now asked.

"Maybe Thursday or Friday unless she gets the fine money," Jesse said.

Adam watched and listened as the form of the little boy who moved towards the tub came back in sight.

"Where you goin?" Jesse asked.

""Down to the lake, we ain't got no toilet paper," Sammy responded.

"Whatcha doin?" the little boy asked.

"Playing with Mr. Prick, wanna lick?" Jesse responded. Adam listened as both boys giggled.

Adam heard the shrill squeak of the front door screen spring opening as the door slammed behind the little boy. Quietly he moved to the back of the cabin as the smallest of the boys now came back into view and headed for the lake with a distinctly brown ass. As the boy got knee deep he bent down and wiped himself with his hand and clamored back to shore. Adam watched as Sammy returned to the cabin with one hand back on his penis. The boy was erect and enjoying himself to the fullest if the smile on his face said anything to Adam. Glistening in the sun, the little boy Adam guessed was about eight years old with long blond curly hair and green eyes. He had a full rich tan, and if he wore any clothing, they left no lines on his body. He was uncircumcised and had a small set of balls and a long thin penis that might have been almost two inches [5 cm] long. To Adam, this kid was very definitely cute! With a slam of the screen door, Sammy was back inside and Adam was looking for a view into the living room and the missing boy.

The man knew that both units were basically the same, so by looking at his couch, he could tell where the one next door was. Since the couch was about the only thing in the living room besides a coffee table and the TV, the boys had to be on that couch or on the floor. A knot hole behind a picture gave the man the view he wanted as the picture was taken off the wall. Adam watched as the third boy lay on the couch watching the TV with one leg stretched across the top of the couch, the boy was in full view of Adam as he lay there watching TV and kneading his penis absentmindedly.

Adam heard the refrigerator close and the little boy Sammy came back into the living room.

"There's nothing to eat David," Sammy said as he moved onto the couch and slid his legs down the bigger boys body until the bigger boys head rested on top of his groin. The bigger boy adjusted his head and Adam watched as Sammy's penis disappeared under the bigger boys ear. Now both boys watched the TV as the smaller one put his thumb to his mouth and started sucking. The bigger boy continued to watch the TV as he picked up the pace on his penis.

Adam heard the toilet flush.

"I gotta wipe," the biggest boy said as he passed by the boys on the couch and once again Adam heard the slamming of the screen door behind him. To Adam, the oldest boy intrigued him the most. When he was a boy, he knew a boy that looked a whole lot like this boy, and as bunk mates in camp, they screwed each others balls off almost nightly. Adam hadn't thought about his old friend for a very long time, but now seeing this boy, and especially seeing him naked, old memories began flooding back. More importantly, old feelings began flooding back. Adam wanted to see more of this boy and moved to the back of the cabin once again as Jesse came back into view as the boy walked down towards the lake.

Jesse had brown hair that was streaked with blond like a boy from Florida or California who spent a great deal of time on the water or surfing. He had a very full body and anybody knew instantly the boy was going to be hung. His penis sat directly in the middle of his sack, and his sack was shaped like a plumb with two big grapes sitting inside. Adam had seen replica's of the statue of David and except for the fact that Michelangelo circumcised his boy to keep the Pope happy, Jesse fortunately escaped the knife but could have been David's double.

Some boy's have asses and some boys have lumps to keep their belts from falling down. All three of these boys Adam observed had asses that needed an extra few sizes of underpants to contain and even then, the fabric would be stretched very thin. He watched as the boy repeated what Sammy had done, and then watched as the boy stayed flat and lay there for about two or three minutes with everything but his head underwater. Once he did move, he stood back up in calf deep water with an obvious erection and a very faint smile on his face. Adam saw nothing, but knew damned well the boy just pulled one off. Adam had seen quite enough, he quietly retreated to the bathroom and symbolically joined his little friend as he watched his semen sink to the bottom of the toilet bowl. It was 5:00 p.m.

With the slamming of the front door, Adam knew that Jesse was now back inside as he flushed the toilet and felt like the weight of the world was taken off his throbbing penis. If he really wanted to hear exactly what the boys said, he needed to be very close to the walls, but he could hear the low muffle of the TV. Adam wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do next, but he knew damned well that he was a guest for the weekend. He was intrigued by these boys and wanted to see a whole lot more of them. Since they didn't have a clue in the world they were being observed and Mommy was no where in sight, it would make the weekend in North Carolina so much more enjoyable.

Putting on his TV, Adam took a very long hot shower and after drying off, got back into a clean pair of bvd's and sat down on his bed. He figured he'd watch the news and then go find himself something to eat. Adam would check out the general store and pick up some groceries for the weekend and eat on the cheap. Halfway through Tom Brokaw, there was a small knock on the door. Adam got up and peeked through the front curtain window. It was the smallest boy, Sammy. Adam reached for a pair of his shorts in the open suitcase and opened the front door.

"Hi Mister, do you have any kids?" Sammy asked.

"No, I'm not married," Adam replied.

The little boy looked very sad. "Oh, me and my brothers live next door and we were wondering if there were any kids here for us to play with," he told Adam.

"Sometimes families come, and we have a lot of kids to play with," he told the man.

Adam looked at the boy he was looking at earlier. He remembered full well the boy sitting on the pot playing with himself. He had a damned cute dick, maybe he'd see more of it.

Sammy now had on a pair of shorts that had a missing zipper. With no underpants on, you could see the top of his groin, but little else. The little boy was oblivious to his condition, but Adam wanted to see more. As much as he could more. If he sent the boy away, it was going to be a long boring weekend. Adam had no plans to be bored, he wanted to be as close to these boys as he could get.

"There are no kids here, but if you want to come in and watch TV or play, you're welcome to do it," he told the boy. The little boy smiled back at him.

"Can my brothers play too?" he asked.

"Sure," Adam responded.

As the man sat back down on his bed and adjusted the pillow in back of him Sammy came back into the cabin with his two brothers.

"I'm Sammy, this is David and this here's Jesse," the little boy told the man.

Adam already knew their names, but pretended anyways.

"Hi Guys, my name is Adam," he said.

Standing now before Adam were the boys the man watched without their knowing about it for the past hour or so. David was in a pair of white gym shorts four sizes too big for him and Jesse had on a thread bare bathing suit that Adam hadn't seen on a boy since the 1955 Boy Scout Handbook Cover. The front of the suit had a bulge of the boys scrotum sticking out of it from a quarter sized hole at the crotch and when he turned around, it looked like the suit was sitting on a belt sander for at least a month on both cheeks.

"Hi," both boys said to the man very timidly.

"Have a seat boys. Is there anything special you want to see on TV?" Adam asked as the boys sat down on the bed.

"No Sir," they all said in chorus.

Adam flipped through the channels and found nothing that even looked like something three boys would like. As Adam flipped through the channels he was watching Jesse. More importantly, he was watching Jesse's ass though his bathing suit. This was something he wasn't looking forward to having leave anytime soon. He realized he needed to find a way to keep these boys happy for as long as possible.

"Are there any supermarkets around here?" he asked.

"No sir, the closest thing we got to a market is the General Store at the camp here," Jesse told the man.

"They got meat and beer and stuff," he said.

"They got hot dogs and hamburgers too!" Sammy said.

Adam smiled to himself. These boys were starving and looking for food. They were just too damned proud to come out and ask for it. No problem the man figured, he'd feed them, and they'd stick around. To Adam, it was a very nice trade-off.

"Can you take me there?" Adam asked.

"Sure Can!" David said as he practically leaped off the bed. Adam put on a shirt and got his car keys as the boys practically flew off the porch of the cabin. The General Store was run by the camp and as Adam walked into the store with the boys the same man on the porch was there.

"Hi Uncle Bert," Sammy said to the man as he entered the store. The man looked over to the boy and then looked to Adam.

"They ain't pestering you is they?" he asked.

"No, no, they are being a big help, and no problem at all," Adam told the man.

"We'll, if they give you any trouble, you just whup the shit outta them," he told Adam.

Adam smiled at the man. What an asshole he thought to himself.

Adam began walking down the isle with a small cart and the boys walked alongside looking to the man like three boys walking past Macy's window at Christmas time. He remembered what the cupboards in their cabin looked like and the refrigerator.

"If you see something you'd like, put it in the cart," Adam told the boys.

They walked down an entire isle and nothing went into the cart. Adam figured it was time for him to start shopping. $225.00 dollars later, the boys were putting food into Adam's cupboards and refrigerator and Adam was out on the back porch with Jesse starting a barbecue of chicken and steak. Concentrating on cooking was a major problem for Adam, at some point Jesse's genitals shifted and the boys foreskin was now sticking out of the hole on the front of his bathing suit. Jesse didn't notice it, but it sent Adam back to the bathroom and it was barely 7:00

As the sun set over the lake, the boys had bursting tummies as they all sat on porch chairs around a patio table. One by one, Adam reviewed each boy as they sat before him. David's shorts did very little to cover the boy's genitals and without underpants, he had no secrets from Adam as the man watched the boy's testicles roll around now and then as the boy shifted around in the chair. Sammy likewise had no underpants on and his shorts had a torn seam about three inches [7½ cm] long in the crotch which exposed the boys anus to Adam's view as the boy sat on the chair Indian style. Jesse's bathing suit had once again shifted and the boy's left testicle now found itself looking for an escape out of the hole. Adam was very careful to only steal very quick glances, the last thing he wanted to do was to embarrass the boys and be caught looking.

"Mamma ain't here, but she says we gotta take showers every night and the water heater in our cabin don't work. Uncle Bert say's he's gonna fix it, but he ain't done it yet. Can we take showers in with you?" Jesse asked Adam as they sat.

"Sure," Adam replied.

"Me first!" Sammy said as he leaped off the chair and dropped his shorts to the porch floor. Adam smiled as the last of the boys ass disappeared past the doorway back into the cabin.

"Sorry about that," David told the man.

"Sammy's been told not to drop his drawers all the time, but he does anyway," Adam smiled.

"That's OK, I've seen lots of boys naked before, I use to be a camp counselor," he told David and Jesse.

"Uncle Bert don't like us running around naked in front of strangers, but you ain't no stranger to us are you?" Jesse said.

Adam smiled. "No, we know each other, so we're not strangers," he replied.

"Sammy's going to need someone to wash his back Jesse," David said to his brother. Both boys now stood up and headed for the cabin. Adam got up and followed the boys in.

"Let me see if there are enough towels for you guys," the man said as both David and Jesse took off their clothes and threw them into their side of the cabin. Walking past Adam the man searched through the closet by the bathroom.

"We don't need towels Adam, we can just dry off out on the back porch when we're done. That's how we always get dry," Jesse told him. Adam needed another trip to the toilet.

Adam picked up some wash clothes and followed the boys into the bathroom. David was now on the toilet with one hand down between his legs while both Jesse and Sammy stood in the shower washing their arms. Adam picked up a bottle of shampoo.

"If you'd like, I'll wash your hair for you," he told the boys.

"Me first!" Sammy immediately replied as he went over to Adam and stood before him.

Sammy squeezed his eyes shut while Adam poured some shampoo on him and began lathering the boy up. Adam began studying not only Sammy's but Jesse's body as well. Both boys were extremely healthy looking which under the circumstances they lived under was quite an accomplishment. Dinner had given all the boys very round bellies, but they were far from what you might expect to see from boys who basically weren't given enough to eat by their mother, or anybody else. He was a little surprised they weren't emaciated. The center of Adam's attention was now on their groins when he could steal a peek and Adam's mind spun in circles even thinking about touching one of them. After Sammy's hair was washed, the boy made no move to withdraw, and Adam very agreeably continued washing the little boy as he turned himself around in the shower for Adam to wash his back.

As Adam finished washing his waist area, the little boy bent down and touched his hands to the floor of the shower.

""Momma always has us do that so she can clean up our butts," Jesse said to Adam as the man hesitated. Adam now was staring straight at the boys rectum as the boy remained on all fours and spread his legs open. Adam felt a huge rush in his brain and his pants once again getting very wet as his penis strained against his shorts. The only way Adam knew he could avoid causing the boys any embarrassment was to get down on his knees to hide his erection as he soaped up a washcloth and began washing the boy's buttocks. Adam washed for as long as he dared to and Sammy stood back up and turned himself around. Saying nothing, the boy reached down and opened his penis up by pulling back his foreskin.

"Momma washes my stick too," Sammy said with a giggle as the little boy's penis now obviously started to get erect.

"Momma says all boys always get their sticks hard when they get them washed," he said very innocently.

"Did your stick do that too when you was a boy?" he asked the man.

Adam smiled. "I guess it did, yes," he told the little boy.

Adam put some soap on the wash cloth and approached the boy. Sammy put out his hand against the washcloth.

"Mommy always uses her hands because the washcloth makes my stick hurt," he told Adam.

It made perfect sense to Adam, he was circumcised and the head of his penis was less sensitive than the head of uncircumcised boy's penises he was always told. Besides, Adam thought he died and went to heaven; he was going to get to actually touch the boy with his bare hands without him or his brothers ever suspecting he was delirious with passion for them and their bodies. Putting down the washcloth, he put some soap on his hands and washed the boy's penis as it went into full erection at his touch. Jesse giggled as he watched his little brother grow.

"Momma always laughs at us when she washes us, she thinks its cute," the boy told Adam.

Adam smiled. 'Cute my ass, their Mother's getting off on these guys and she isn't fooling anybody,' he thought to himself as he slowly circled his hand around the rim of the boy's penis as he felt the twitching of the boy's erection underneath his fingers. Adam finished washing Sammy with the boy's genitals practically sterilized from washing.

It was now Jesse's turn, and Jesse now stood in front of Adam with an erection that didn't wait for his washing. As Adam shampooed the boy's hair, Adam wasn't sure who had the bigger boner or needed relief faster. This was the third time Adam watched as the boy slowly stroked himself, and neither of his brothers seemed to think it was unusual or out of place. Adam assumed that Sammy got down on all fours because he was very young, very immature, and very innocent of his actions. Much to Adam's surprise and delight, when Jesse turned himself around and Adam was staring at the twelve year old's anus, Adam was ready to fuck a duck in Macy's front window. The man gave up all hope of keeping his pants clean and dry, a wet spot was appearing on the front of his shorts and it didn't come from the shower. To Adam's great horror, the shorts were yellow and when wet, tended to be slightly transparent. The man could clearly see the out line of his penis head and rim as it strained against his underpants and shorts looking for a way out. As Jesse was finished being washed, he quickly retrieved a towel and rapped it around himself to "Keep dry," he told the boys trying to save them from witnessing his depravity.

David was the last of the boys to wash and at ten, David had a stunning body that could make Mark Lester look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Like his brother's he was also uncircumcised, but very clearly beneath the boy's foreskin was a mushroom cap that rivaled anything Adam had ever seen before on a boy or man. While David lay on the couch he played with his penis, but never enough to free his head from beneath his sheath and Adam drooled over the possibilities that lay underneath the boy's foreskin. With David also going down on all fours to have his anus cleaned Adam's excitement grew to a fever's pitch. When Adam had his ass sparkling, he was going to have the chore of cleaning the boy's penis. Sure enough, as the boys stood back up straight he turned around and Adam was staring at the boy's penis straight ahead as David took the cover off.

"Momma says I got to keep the best part of my daddy," David said as he pulled his foreskin back and took his hands away from his penis as it stuck straight out from his body pointed directly at Adam's nose. All three boys giggled as Adam looked at a head that was awash in white cream around his rim and glistening wet as the steam told Adam exactly what the boy's penis smelled like. The very last thing in the world Adam wanted to do was to wash the boy's penis clean and waste the boy's cream that he knew from his youth at camp with his fellow campers. But he also knew he couldn't freak the boys out by attempting to engage in any kind of sex with them. Sure, they played with themselves, but what boy didn't the man rationalized. Just because he knew they jerked off meant nothing to the boys, they would never understand his becoming sexually involved with them. They were just children after all! It frustrated the piss out of Adam, but that was the way it was.

"Today's Friday night," Sammy said as he came into the bathroom with a small suitcase in his hand. As Adam concentrated very hard on washing David, the little boy came back into the bathroom. Adam hadn't even realized he left.

"Oh yeah!" Jesse said to his brother as the little boy put the seat of the toilet down and put the suitcase on top of the seat.

"Friday night's is always tunnel time with Momma," the boy said as Sammy unlatched the suitcase and opened it up. Adam had his back to the two boys as he washed David.

"What's tunnel time?" the man asked.

"That's when Momma cleans out our tunnels for the week," Sammy said.

Adam still didn't understand as he turned around to look at the boys. Looking down, Sammy was picking up an enema bag out of the suitcase along with a hose and hanger. Adam watched as Jesse picked out a medium sized plug about four inches [10 cm] long and inserted it onto the end of the hose.

"It's OK Adam, we know how to clean our tunnels, you don't have to help if you don't want to," Jesse said to the man.

"Sure, it's easy!" Sammy said as he picked up a tube of KY Jelly and coated the plug with it. As Adam watched, the boys filled the bag with warm water and attached a clip to the hose to stop the water. Now hanging it on a hook in back of the toilet the enema was ready.

"Are you going to do it or is Jesse?" Sammy asked the man as he sat down on the toilet and leaning forward, put his hands on the floor.

"All you gotta do is stick this up his butt until it reaches this here ring and his butt will hold it the rest of the way," Jesse told Adam as he handed the man the tip.

"You do this every week?" Adam asked the boys.

"Sure," David said as he came out of the shower and stood next to his brother.

"Momma says that we need to keep our tunnels clean just like she keeps her's clean every week."

"Don't you keep your tunnel clean?" Jesse asked the man.

"Well, I had enema's when I was a little boy," Adam responded.

"What's a-en-ma?" Sammy asked.

"That's what you're doing," Adam responded.

"Momma don't call it that," Sammy replied.

Adam nodded his head.

"Want it?" Jesse asked as he reached his hand out to Adam with the tip in his hand.

"No problem," Adam replied as he took the tube and approached Sammy who still sat on the toilet.

"Just reach over the back of him and stick it in. He's use to it you can't hurt him," David said.

Adam moved forward and reached over the back of the little boy as the top of the boy's head now sat in his groin against his penis. Reaching underneath the boy Adam found the rim of his anus and after adjusting the level inserted the plug slowly so as to not hurt the boy. Sammy giggled as the plug was inserted all the way in and his anus reclosed around the rim of the plug. The little boy now sat back up on the toilet bringing his erection back up with him.

As the boy sat back on the toilet tank he slowly stroked his penis as his brother opened the clip on the hose. Adam watched as the boy closed his eyes as the bag slowly emptied into him and his stomach began to swell.

"I need to use the bathroom, I'll use your's next door," Adam said.

"That's OK, this takes a minute or two," Jesse said as he smiled at the man.

Adam needed a pressure release break bad enough to hurt as he went next door and stood in front of the boy's toilet relieving himself for the third time that day and it wasn't even bedtime yet.

"He's on his third bottle now," David said as Adam returned to the bathroom with Sammy still sitting on the toilet. He'll be done as soon as he finishes this bottle." Just before the bag emptied, the plug released from the boy's anus as Sammy forced the plug out. Once his bowels were empty the boy got off the toilet and got back down on all fours.

"He gots to be wiped," Jesse said as he took some toilet paper and cleaned the boy's anus and buttocks area dry. David was next followed by Jesse.

"After you take a shower you can use Momma's tunnel cleaner if you want to Adam," Sammy told the man as he filled the bag back up and replaced it on the hook.

"Thank you Sammy," Adam replied as he tossed the boy's hair.

It was now close to 9:00 and the boys headed back to their cabin. Adam couldn't quite believe the last five hours or so, and as he closed the bathroom door and got undressed he looked at the enema bag and the suitcase. He hadn't had an enema since he was 6 or 7 but he figured the time was right. Taking the bag off the wall he took it into the shower and after getting undressed, stepped into the shower and inserted the plug. It may have been his imagination, but he felt like he was having one of the biggest erections of his 24 year's as he stood there showering and watching his stomach expand.

Halfway through his shower, Adam was washing his hair and had his eyes closed when he heard a small voice.

"Hey Adam, that's the way Momma uses the tunnel cleaner too, but she put's it in her front tunnel and her back tunnel," Sammy replied as the little boy sat on the toilet watching the man. Adam was fairly humiliated and embarrassed. Standing there with a raging boner and a hose up his ass, Adam didn't exactly know what to say or do. The little boy didn't skip a beat. Getting off the toilet he came over to the man and reached out grabbing Adam's penis before Adam could step back.

"Your stick looks just like Uncle Ralph's but his is a little fatter," Sammy replied studying the man's penis while talking.

"Uncle Ralph can pee white when he let's me play with it. Can you do that too?" he asked.

"Pee white?" Adam replied for want of anything better to say until he collected his thoughts.

"Yeah, when I move his stick up and down real fast, white pee comes out of the pee slit," Sammy said as his little finger move along Adam's urethra.

"That don't happen when me and Jesse and David play with our sticks."

"When you get bigger, it will," Adam replied.

"That's what Momma told us too," the boy replied.

"She told us to keep moving our sticks and we'll be gettin white pee real soon!"

"Watcha doin?" David said as he came into the bathroom now.

"Adam's got white pee just like Uncle Ralph!" Sammy told his brother.

"He gonna give you some?" David asked his brother as he reached over and touched Adam's penis.

"No, we were just talking," Sammy replied.

"I betcha he's got a lot! Momma says men with big balls like Adam's got has lots of stuff!" David said as he cupped Adam's balls in two hands and rolled them around with his fingers.

"OK guys, that's enough of an anatomy lesson for now," Adam said as he thought he was going to cream on the floor.

"What's that?" Sammy asked.

"Never mind. Go watch some TV and I'll be right out," he told the boys.

"Can we stay in your room tonight?" David asked.

"We'll see," Adam told the boys.

Drying off, Adam couldn't make heads nor tales out of the last few hours. He knew damned well they had a hooker for a Mother and that she was in jail. Most probably on prostitution charges. The boys were as sexually active as Man a War and 'Momma' was leading them on at a galloping clip. Whoever 'Uncle' Ralph was, he was getting it on with these boys and the boys were reacting like they were playing dominoes. Their complete candor and naiveté concerning things sexual had Adam dizzy with excitement.

Adam looked into his over night bag as he dried off. The picture and condoms were in there along with some underpants, shorts, and an athletic supporter. Adam buried the pictures and took out a condom. His penis hadn't stopped drooling since he arrived and he figured if he put the condom on and then the supporter, he could hide his arousal from the boys pretty effectively. Once the supporter came on, he slipped into his last pair of tennis shorts and looked in the mirror. He smiled as he saw himself pretty well contained under the shorts. There was a slight bulge, but some men were hung and it wouldn't look out of place he said to himself. Now his dick could get as hard as it wanted to, the boys would be spared any embarrassment.

Coming out of the bathroom all three boys sat on the end of the bed watching the TV as Adam came back into the room.

""Did you decide if we can stay here tonight?" Sammy asked the man as he got on his bed and propped himself up with a pillow.

"Well, I'm not so sure your mother would think that was a good idea. She really doesn't know me and might object," Adam said.

"Oh no, Momma let's us sleep with our uncle's all the time, she don't object," David replied.

"But I'm not related to you," Adam told the boy.

"What's that mean?" Jesse asked.

"I'm not a member of your family," Adam replied.

Jesse looked at David curiously. "So what? None of our uncles are members of our family," the boy said very matter of factly.

"Our uncles are our friends."

"Ain't you our friend?" Sammy asked Adam.

"Yes, we're friends," he replied.

"Then you're our uncle too, uncle Adam," the little boy said with an innocent smile on his face.

Adam returned the smile. If this was a dream, Adam hoped he wasn't about to wake up.

"So can we uncle Adam?" David asked. Adam nodded his head.

"You can sleep in the spare bed," he told the boys.

All three boys cheered as they moved up to the head of the bed and turned themselves around to watch TV sitting next to Adam.

"What about pajamas?" Adam asked as Sammy snuggled himself next to Adam. Jesse looked down at his naked body.

"We don't have no pajamas. Momma always has us sleep bare so's we don't piss up more clothes at night," he told Adam. Temporarily, Adam forgot about the enuresis problem. How was he going to explain pissy beds to the owner? "All three of you wet the bed?" he asked.

"Sure, have since we was babies!" David replied.

"Won't your uncle Bert be upset if these beds get wet?" he asked the boys.

"He don't care, the mattresses have plastic on them, and there's a washer and dryer at the general store," Jesse replied.

"Or we can just dunk them in the lake and take the piss off," Sammy interjected.

"That's the way we do it with our sheets when we wet em!" Again, the little boy ended his statement with a small smile of pure innocence that melted Adam's heart. He could no longer resist as he bent over and kissed the boy on his forehead.

"Whatcha do that for?" Sammy asked.

"Because I think you're a very cute little guy," Adam responded. Sammy smiled and seemed to blush a little to Adam. The man was extremely grateful he had the good sense to wear the supporter.

"OK, if the bed get's wet we can wash the sheets in the morning. But maybe it would help if you went to the bathroom before you went to bed," he told the boys.

Jesse and David scurried off the bed as Adam took in one more view of both boys' anuses.

"I just took a piss and don't have to go," Sammy said as he got under the covers next to Adam and snuggled himself even closer to the man, now wrapping his body alongside Adam. Both David and Jesse walked out the front door and urinated through the porch railing down to the ground as the man listened to the boy's pee hit the ground.

"Can we have some soda uncle Adam?" David asked as both boys returned to the cabin.

"You may have whatever food you want whenever you want it," Adam replied. Both boys took off like a shot for the kitchen as Sammy yelled "Me too!" to his brothers.

As the boys returned from the kitchen, they brought back a bag of Oreo's and three cans of soda and a can of beer. Once they settled back down in bed, Adam sipped his beer watching two boys munch down cookies and soda for the next few minutes as the man concentrated more on studying their bodies which he found perfect in every way. Once Sammy finished his soda and cookies, the boy slid back down with his body on it's side against Adam and laying his head on Adam's side moved his arm across the man with his hand resting on Adam's bare stomach. Adam felt absolutely compelled as he reached his face down and kissed the top of the boy's head. Sammy giggled a little and moved his hand back and forth a few inches on Adam's stomach and chest area.

Within about five minutes, the TV program went into commercial and Adam was ready for some sleep if he could possibly do it.

"Let's hit the sack boys, we'll see what we can find to do tomorrow morning for some fun," he told Jesse and David.

"Good night uncle Adam," each boy said as they each reached over and gave Adam a kiss.

"Turn out the lights Jesse," Adam said as the boy got up from the bed. Now in semi darkness with only a small amount of light coming from the bathroom, Adam pulled down the covers.

Adam opened his shorts and pulled them off. Laying back down Sammy's hand now went back to Adam's stomach as the boy pinned himself against the mans side and leg. Even through his underwear, the boy's erection could be felt by the man as he pulled the sheets and cover up and laid his head back down.

"You sleep in your underpants uncle Adam?" Sammy said to the man as the boy's fingers now moved along the waistband.

""Yes Sammy, I don't wet like some little boys do," Adam replied.

The little boy giggled. "I bet you did when you were small like me right?" the boy asked.

""Yes, I did," Adam said as he tickled the boy on his side playfully. Sammy shrieked a little as the man's hand touched his side. Adam once again reached over and gave the boy a small kiss. This time on the boy's lips as the little boy watched him.

"Is that because I'm still cute?" Sammy asked.

Adam smiled. "Yes, you're still cute!" he told the boy. Sammy smiled and snuggled a little closer.

Adam lay there for a few minutes in silence as the boys settled down. Sammy pulled his hand away from Adam and scratched has leg and then returned his hand to the man. When his hand came back down, it came back lower and now the boy's hand was sitting on top of Adam's penis. Adam wasn't quite sure what to do. He didn't want to freak the boy out. To his surprise Sammy had no outward reaction. The boy's fingers slowly moved down the man's shaft until they came to the seam and then the boy slowly moved his fingers inside the seam towards Adam's scrotum.

"You got two pairs of underpants on uncle Adam?" the little boy asked as his fingers felt the supporter.

"No Sammy, I'm wearing a jock strap," Adam replied as calmly as he possible could. Both Jesse and David now sat up in their bed.

"What's that?" they both asked almost in unisom.

"It's what big boys and men wear when they play sports to protect themselves," he told the boys.

"Protect them from what?" Sammy asked.

"From getting hurt by getting hit in the… stick," Adam told the boys. All three boys now giggled.

"How's underpants going to do that? I can feel your stick underneath them," Sammy said. If the light was on, the boys would have seen a red faced man.

"It just does," Adam replied not knowing how to explain it better.

"Can I see them?" Sammy asked the man as his hand traveled back up Adam's shaft that was straining at the boy's touch.

"Yea," Jesse and David said as both boys now got back out of bed and stood alongside Adam's bed. Before Adam had the chance to reply, Sammy had the sheet down and off Adam as the boy layed there with his hand stuck through the slit of the underpants. The little boy turned his hand around and his fingers grabbed the waistband of Adam's underpants and pulled down.

"Hey, that's really neat!" David said as he helped pull Adam's pants down to the man's knees as Adam lay there in a jock barely able to contain the man's erection.

"Uncle George has underpants like these, but his has sparkles on them and is all red!" Jesse replied.

"Uncle George's has no butt cover, does yours uncle Adam?" David asked.

"You mean if there's a back to them? No, a jock doesn't have a back, just straps to keep then on," Adam replied sheepishly.

"Let's see uncle Adam, turn around," Sammy said.

'Hell,' Adam figured, 'they saw this much, what was the harm in showing them a jock,' he thought to himself. Besides, these kids weren't at all embarrassed or shy about seeing him nude, at least he now had his supporter on.

Adam turned himself sideways as the boys looked at the supporter.

"Yeah, it's just like uncle George's except his strings went up his crack," Jesse said as both boy's fingered the straps. Adam now lay on his side facing Sammy who was looking at him and smiling.

"Why you wearing it now uncle Adam? you ain't playing sports!" the little boy asked.

Adam smiled. "No, I put it on to keep my peni… stick from flopping around in bed," he replied. Sammy again smiled as he looked down at his own penis.

"Our sticks always flop around, it's more fun that way!" he said as he looked back up to the man. Again, Adam had to smile at the boy's sweet innocence.

"Can I try it on uncle Adam," Jesse now asked as he started pulling down on the top of the strap.

"Yeah," Sammy said as he put his hand on the top of the pouch and started pulling it down and off Adam.

"Hey uncle Adam, you got a balloon on your stick!" Sammy said as the jock came halfway off. Adam reached for his penis and covered as much of it as he could and had to think really fast.

"Yes, sometimes I have a small leak at night and wear protection so the bed doesn't get wet.

"So you wet the bed too!" David said.

"Well, it's not exactly wetting, but sometimes the bed does get a little wet," he said.

Sammy wrapped his arms around Adam and hugged his neck.

"Don't worry uncle Adam, its OK if you pee the bed, we won't tell nobody," the little boy said.

"Will we?" he asked his brothers.

"Of course not," Jesse replied.

"Get the jock off so I can try it on," he said.

Laying back down, Adam reached for the supporter, but before he reached it, all three boys had it down his legs and off. As he lay there with the condom on, all three boys put on the supporter one by one. He felt extremely self conscious, but if any of the boys felt the same way they certainly didn't show it to Adam. Sammy was the last to try it on and as he pulled it up and let it go, it slid down the boy's legs and fell at his feet.

"Let's go to bed its time to play," Sammy now said as he slipped back up to the side of Adam and wrapped his legs around Adam's leg. Sammy put his hand back on Adam's abdomen and ran his fingers down to the man's groin and into his pubic hair.

"Take the balloon off David, uncle Adam doesn't need it anymore," he told his brother.

"Mommy has our uncles use balloons all the time when they put their sticks in her tunnels" Sammy said. Do you use balloons when you fuck girls too?" the little boy asked.

"Yes," Adam replied feeling very warm around the face.

David sat down on the bed and rolled the condom back up and off Adam's penis as the man lay there breathing very shallow with a buzz in his head as if he was on a slow moving merry go round.

"We're all going to sleep with you tonight uncle Adam," the little boy said as he reached up and kissed the man.

"Momma says when a man's stick is leaking he wants to fuck and your's is leaking." David slipped down in between the man's legs and holding Adam's penis in two hands began to slowly stroke Adam's penis as the man's precum slipped down his shaft and over David's fingers. Adam watched as Jesse came up in back of his brother and opened his legs as the bigger boy guided his penis into his brother's anus.

"Boy, you're really leaking now uncle Adam," David said as he dropped his lips over Adam's penis and the man watched his penis slowly glide into the boy's mouth.

Sammy now stood up in the bed and stepped over Adam's chest. The boy sat down and moved his legs down towards the end of the bed and now straddle Adam's chest as he sat back up on his knees. Adam said nothing as he put his two hands on the boy's ass and pulled the little boy into his face. The little boy pulled back his foreskin just before it touched Adam's lips.

Adam had no doubt in his mind whatsoever that the boy was no stranger to this activity as he rhythmically rocked himself to a climax that had the boy's stomach pressed hard against the man's nose as his penis danced on Adam's tongue.

If Adam was tired earlier in the day, he was no longer tired. One by one, each boy took his turn and brought Adam to climax orally. One by one, each boy was brought to climax by Adam as they sat on his chest while he returned the favor. By 3:00 in the morning, Adam fell deeply to sleep as Jesse was the last boy he entered in a passion that the man never knew in his life before.

It was close to 10:30 in the morning when Adam awoke. Jesse was still asleep with him, but both Sammy and David were out in the boat. Adam felt a little like he was in a drunken stupor as he awoke and lay there staring at Jesse who was just awakening. As the boy's eyes opened he smiled at the man.

"Hi uncle Adam," he said as he slid over and lay on top of the man.

"You know how to play real good," the boy said as he ran his hand back and forth across the man's chest. Adam didn't exactly know how to respond to the boy, but Jesse wasn't really looking for any response. The boy lifted himself up and brought his legs up and now straddled the man's chest sitting on him. Adam was staring at a raging erection on the boy.

"I need to pee uncle Adam. I want you to drink it," he said as he brought his groin up to the man's face and held his penis just at the man's lips.

"All our uncles drink our pee, it's the way they prove they love us," Jesse told the man as he thrust his body forward. There was a distinct change in the boy's tone. Gone was the wide eyed innocence and country bumpkin charm. This was now a boy who knew what he wanted and expected results.

Adam had never drank urine before, he once sucked on a boy in camp in the middle of the night when the boy was asleep and the boy began peeing accidentally, but Adam didn't drink it, he spit it back out once the boy finished peeing.

"If you love me, drink uncle Adam," Jesse repeated. Adam reached up and moved the boy's hips into his face. It took Jesse a few seconds, but the boy was soon releasing his bladder as the man swallowed as quickly as he could. When the boy's bladder was completely empty, he looked down and smiled at Adam.

"Now I'll show you how much I love you," he said as he reversed his body position.

"Don't think about sex uncle Adam or you won't be able to pee," he told the man as he put Adam's penis in his mouth and waited. It took Adam probably a good minute before his body would allow him to urinate, but once he started, Jesse knew exactly how to extract all the man had. With his bladder empty the boy shifted gears and was after Adam's climax now as he lifted his hips and dropped his penis within range of the man's mouth. Neither man nor boy lasted more than three minutes before reaching climax as Adam felt the boy tease the last drop of semen from his urethra. Both lay there for a long time before Jesse finally got up.

"You're my uncle now. When you drink David and Sammy's pee, you'll be their uncle too," the boy said as he kissed Adam as no woman had ever kissed the man before in his life.

Jesse made no move to put anything on, he walked out the front door naked and rang a large bell that hung from a bracket. The bell was fairly large, and Jesse rang it three times and then returned inside the cabin.

"I'm starving, can we have something for breakfast uncle Adam?" the boy asked with a smile on his face. Adam found a pair of underpants and put them on and went to the kitchen.

"I need to take a shower first," Adam told the boy.

"What would you like for breakfast?" he asked.

"How about cereal and eggs and bacon?" Jesse asked.

"OK," Adam replied.

"Would you like to take a shower too?" Adam asked the boy.

"Sure if you want me to," Jesse replied.

Half way though a shower, Sammy and David returned as they walked into the bathroom.

"Uncle Adam is one of us," Jesse said as Adam sat on the shower floor scrubbing Jesse's legs and feet. Both boys said nothing, they both smiled.

"I just went before the bell rang," Sammy said as he got into the shower and stood in front of Adam.

"I don't know if I can go again this soon," he told Jesse.

"That's OK," Jesse replied. Sammy move towards Adam and held his penis in his hand and placed it at Adam's lips. Adam reached around the boy's cheeks and pulled the boy into him. Sammy had a fraction of what Jesse gave to Adam but that didn't matter to the boys, volume had absolutely nothing to do with it.

When David moved into position Adam didn't wait as he peeled back the boy's foreskin and sucked the boy's penis as deeply as he could.

"Easy uncle Adam, I can't pee if you try to play with me," David told the man. Both Jesse and Sammy giggled.

"Well shit, I can either piss or fuck, I can't do both," David said as the boys continued to giggle. After probably 15 or 20 seconds, Davids prostate allowed the boy to pass his urine and Adam had all he could do to swallow all of it before he choked. Like Jesse before them, both boys kissed the man deeply almost as expertly as Jesse had.

By the time Adam finished washing all three boys, it was close to noon and nobody had eaten breakfast yet. Halfway through the showers Adam had to urinate once again and both Sammy and David had the opportunity to complete the boy's ritual with the man as each one shared drinking from the man. Sammy looked particularly happy as the man dried him off on the back porch and Sammy kissed the man's penis spontaneously.

"Why'd you do that?" Adam asked the boy.

"Because you're part of us now," Sammy said with a big smile on his face. Twelve hours earlier, the man would have had to smile back at the boy and maybe pat him on the head or something. Adam knew those times were over. Picking the little boy up, he turned him upside down and buried his face in his groin as the boy shrieked in laughter going back into the cabin. With Sammy's legs and feet flopping around like an advertising tube, Jesse and David followed the two into the cabin. After Sammy was happy, they were going to get their turn.

After breakfast the boys washed the dishes and cleaned up a bit in Adam's cabin.

"We might as well do a little cleaning in your cabin to," Adam said as he went for the door.

"That's OK uncle Adam, that cabin never gets cleaned, it stays that way all the time," Jesse told him. Adam was puzzled.

"Doesn't your mother ever clean it?" the man asked.

"There is no mother uncle Adam, we don't live in there," David said.

"This weekend, we live with you," Sammy said as he drank the last of his milk.

"It's a long story uncle Adam but you'll find out all about it before the weekend is out," Jesse now said.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked the man. This all mystified the man, but the boys obviously wanted to change the subject.

"What is there to do?" he asked the boys as he sat down on the couch.

"Lots," said Sammy as the little boy climbed into his lap.

"We can go horseback riding, boating, swimming, play tennis, ride bikes, water ski, whatever we want to," he told the man.

To Adam, the mystery deepened. First of all, these kids were naked and had nothing but dirty rags to replace their nakedness if they wanted to, which they didn't seem in a great hurry to do. Horses? Tennis? Water skiing? Were these boys rooted in reality?

"This is a Camp uncle Adam. It has everything a Camp has," David told the man.

"Where?" Adam asked.

"C'mon," Sammy said as he slid off the mans lap and led him out of the cabin. Adam was now back in his tennis shorts, but the boys were still completely naked.

"You can't go anywhere naked like that, your uncle Bert will have a fit," Adam said to the boys as he resisted leaving the porch area.

"It's OK uncle Adam, all the kids here stay naked most of the time. Only the uncles wear clothes sometimes," Jesse told him.

Adam walked with the boys for probably close to 15 minutes going up a trail away from the lake. Every once in a while he would look down the side of the hill at the lake which got smaller and smaller as the four climbed the side of the hill. At the crest of the hill, the trail opened up to a wide open field and beyond, a baseball field off in a corner, a tennis court next to a large pavilion, a large swimming pool with water slides going into it, at the far end of the clearing a large barn and stable with a corral. Not very deep into the woods surrounding the entire complex were cabins tucked into the woods Adam figured there had to be three or four dozen of them, maybe more.

Before his eyes was just about every activity he remembered being able to participate in as a youngster. Basically, Adam was looking at a small scale children's summer camp. He was floored. Everywhere he looked there were boys who were almost always naked. Most of the men had shorts on unless they were swimming, and then, like the boys, they too swam naked.

Practically being dragged by Sammy, the man was led to the corral. The boys all wanted to ride and headed straight for the barn. Walking inside, David saw a man tending horses. He wore a pair of boots and a bathing suit.

"Hi uncle Sid. Can we go riding?" he asked the man. The man turned around and looked at all three boys and a big smile came over his face as he put the pitch fork in a mound of hay and came over to the boys.

"Hey guys, I missed you yesterday," he said as Sammy leaped into the man's arms and planted a very large kiss on him. Still holding Sammy, the man leaned over and kissed both Jesse and David as Adam watched.

"We had Cabin three duty and couldn't come," David said. The man nodded knowingly and looked at Adam.

"This is uncle Adam uncle Sid, he's brand new," Sammy said to the man.

"I guess that explains why you're here so late in the day," Sid said as he put out his hand to Adam and shook it warmly. Sammy giggled as he wiggled his way down from the man.

"Can I ride Thunder?" he asked the man.

"No, Thunder is out already, but Cochise is still here."

"OK," Sammy replied.

"The boys all ride western Adam. Do you prefer English or Western?" he asked.

"In those shorts, I'd recommend Western."

"That would be fine, thank you," Adam replied.

Once the man brought out two horses, the boys and uncle Sid went into the tack room and the boys returned with two saddles and bridles. As Jesse and David tacked the two horses, Adam noticed that Sammy was among the missing.

"He's helping out uncle Sid in the tack room," David explained.

Both horses were tacked and then a blanket was put in place over the saddles to protect the boys from chafing while they rode.

"Have you ever ridden before uncle Adam?" Jesse asked.

"Yes, but not since my old camp days in New Hampshire," Adam replied.

Jesse smiled slightly. "Did you ride double in your camp too?" he asked the man.

"No we always had our own horse," Adam replied.

"Here in Green Tree we always ride double, it's more fun that way," David said as he smiled at Jesse.

It took about five minutes to fully dress the horses and by the time they were done, Sammy came back reattached to Sid as he sat on the man's hip. As the man approached one horse, he lifted Sammy on top of the horse and the little boy bent down and kissed the man.

"Are you going to the bivouac tonight?" the little boy asked the stable man.

"Sure, never miss it," he said as the little boy smiled back at him.

"Who's next?" the man asked as he patted the saddle in back of Sammy. David went over to the man who then lifted the boy up and put him in back of Sammy.

"This is our horse," Jesse told Adam as he approached the man.

"Do you want front or back?" the boy asked.

"Front I guess, unless you want it," he told the boy.

Jesse smiled. "We can always trade places along the ride," he said to Adam as the man got up on the horse.

Sid picked up Jesse by the hips and put him across the horse in back of Adam as the boy rapped his arms around Adam's waist.

"Have a good time, I need the horses back by 6:00 so I can get them fed and bedded down," Sid told the group.

"OK," Sammy called out as they headed out of the corral.

Adam hadn't been on a horse in almost six years and old memories of his camp days came flooding back to him. The walking pace of the horse had both Adam and Jesse swaying in the saddle, and it didn't take Adam long to know that the boy was becoming erect in back of him, he felt the boy even through his shorts. Adam wasn't wearing a shirt, and could feel the boy's face pressed against his back as the boy slowly began dropping his hands lower on the man's chest until Adam felt the boy unloosening the snap on his shorts.

"It's playtime uncle Adam," Jesse said as he took the man's penis in his hand and stroked the top of Adam's urethra with his thumb.

"Let's stop and take these pants off. Nobody can see us," Jesse told the man.

Adam looked around and looked over to Sammy and David. There was no light between the two, and David had his both hands rapped around the little boy's penis as they walked. David's head rested sideways on Sammy back and both boys were obviously doing a little more than just riding a horse. The movement of the horse was doing the rest. Jesse pulled down Adam's shorts from the back as Adam lifted himself up and the boy slid his shorts down off his buttocks. Leaning back a little, Adam lifted up his legs as he pulled his shorts off his legs.

"Just hang them off the horn, they won't fall off," Jesse told the man as he repositioned himself and rapped his arms back around the man taking Adam's erection back in his hands.

Effortlessly, Jesse entered the man as the boy slowly stroked the man's penis in time with the horse's gait.

"This is why we like to go horseback riding so much," Jesse said as he kissed Adam's back.

"Is this the way you did it at your camp?" he asked.

"I wish," Adam replied as precum coated the boy's fingers for probably the fifth time that day.

Adam spent the next two hours riding along trails and into open fields that seemed to go on for miles. Occasionally they would come upon another horse and two riders. The first time it happened, Adam nearly freaked. As he saw some riders approaching he grabbed for his shorts and stopped the horse.

"Uncle Adam, what are you doing?" David asked.

"They're doing the exact same thing we are. You don't have to hide anything here in this camp," he told the man. Still, Adam was wildly uncomfortable. He was just not into having public sex.

"If it makes you happy, I'll hide your dick under your shorts," Jesse said as he took the shorts out of the man's hands and put them over Adam's penis as the boy's all giggled.

"But it's just going to look stupid," Adam was very happy he didn't have a mirror as the other riders approached and greeted each other.

"Whatcha doin?" one boy on a horse asked Jesse as he looked over to the two.

"This is Uncle Adam, he's new," Jesse replied.

The boy smiled a little. "Sunburn huh?" he replied.

The ride continued with giggles in both groups except for Adam. At the next encounter, Jesse reached for the shorts once again and placed them on Adam's penis. Adam picked up his ass off the saddle and sat on the shorts.

"Now you're learning uncle Adam," Sammy said to the man as the boys once again giggled.

By 4:00 the boys led Adam back to the cabin and got off the horses.

"We can let the horses go and they'll go back home," Jesse told Adam as they all dismounted.

"Put your stirrup over the horn like this and Uncle Sid will know there's nothing wrong," David told the man.

"What if they get lost?" Adam asked. Sammy giggled.

"They won't get lost, they can smell their food from here and will go straight back to the barn," he told the man. As Adam listened to the boy, he noticed something that struck him as being odd. Yesterday, he was listening to three little hayseeds that slaughtered the English language. Now, these boys were coherent and obviously highly intelligent.

The boys were famished and so was Adam. After sending the horses back to the barn with a tap on the ass, the group entered the cabin. On the couch sat three gray gym bags, each with a logo on it and the words "Green Tree Academy." Jesse was the first to see the bags.

"Clothes guys," he said to the other boys. Adam watched as each boy emptied the contents into a drawer and threw the now empty bags into the floor of the closet without comment.

Inside the closet were sneakers that weren't there earlier. Also on the couch was a large bundle of towels and a bundle of sheets, pillow cases and blankets. The beds were both stripped bare.

"Where did this stuff come from?" Adam asked.

"Housekeeping," David answered.

"You didn't really think we were going to wash the sheets in the lake did you?" he asked as Jesse and Sammy giggled.

"What's for lunch?" Jesse asked as he headed for the kitchen.

"How about chicken?" said Sammy.

"I'm sick of chicken, we've had it three times this week so far," David replied.

"How about roast beef sandwiches?" Jesse yelled from the kitchen.

"OK," Sammy replied.

"Jesse, we didn't buy any roast beef yesterday," Adam told the boy. Jesse came back out to the living room and put a platter of roast beef on the table.

"That's OK uncle Adam, the kitchen put new food in the fridge while we were gone," he told the man.

"Kitchen? What kitchen?" Adam said as he got up from his chair and followed the boy back into the kitchen. Adam opened the refrigerator. The food he purchased was there, but so was a whole lot more. Boxes of roast chicken, pounds of cold cuts and gallons of milk, steaks, chops, fish and cheeses he never saw before. Opening the cupboard, it was now stocked full.

"Where did all this stuff come from?" Adam asked once again.

"It's OK Uncle Adam the kitchen feeds us," Jesse told him as he went back out to the dining room table with bread, pickles and mayonnaise.

"What kitchen?" Adam asked.

"The Camp kitchen," Sammy replied. Adam was confused to say the very least. What was real and what was not? He sat down and decided he was going to find out, as Jesse made sandwiches and passed them out Adam had a million questions.

Camp Green Tree

"This is a motel."

"No Uncle Adam, this is a camp," Sammy replied.

"Your Uncle Bert owns the camp?" he asked.

"No, he's just one of our Uncles, he's not related to us," David replied.

"And you don't live next door with your mother?" he asked.

"No Uncle Adam, nobody lives next door. And our mothers aren't here. We're not even brothers!" Jesse replied.

"But the pictures, the clothing and stuff!" Adam said.

"Props, Uncle Adam to find out if you were an undercover policeman or something," David replied.

"I don't understand. Why would I be an undercover policeman?" he asked.

"Because we fuck," Sammy replied in between munches on his sandwich.

"We always have to find out if someone who pretends to want to be with us is really a policeman or not. We knew you weren't very early, but we had to make sure anyway," Jesse told the man.

"What do you mean you knew very early?" Adam asked the boy.

"Uncle Bert put you through the computer and everything there checked out. Then you kept jerking off, and we knew then you were no cop," David replied.

"Jerked off? What are you talking about?" Adam asked.

Sammy giggled as he took a sip of soda. "Unit 3 is bugged from one end of it to the other. It's the only cabin that is. When you jerked of in the bathroom, everybody here knew you were no police undercover man, but we still had to make sure anyway," Jesse responded.

Adam was no longer saved by darkness and turned slightly crimson. "You have me jerking off on tape?" he asked the boys.

All three giggled.

"Uncle Adam, everybody in this camp jerks off. Would you like us to do it right now on the front porch?" David said.

"The tape isn't kept by anyone here, it's already been erased uncle Adam," Jesse told the man.

"Nobody here will see you do it again unless you want to do it on the tennis court," David told the man. At Adam's expense, the boys had a very good laugh.

"You keep saying you had to make sure. How did you do that?" Adam asked Sammy.

"I didn't, Jesse did. When you drank his pee we all knew you were one of us and not an undercover man trying to arrest us," the little boy responded.

"Even a cop won't do that, only someone who really loves boys like you do. Now, you can play with us whenever you want to."

Adam's mind was beginning to spin a little.

"You're not little country bumpkins are you?" he asked the group.

All three boys smiled a very knowing smile.

"We come from a special school for kids with special needs and this is our summer camp when school is on vacation," Jesse told the man.

"You can't ask us who we really are and we wouldn't tell you if you did. We can't tell you where we really come from and who runs our school. Most of our Uncles are also our teachers and they are also in the special program we're in," David told Adam.

"But why am I here now, I just came off the highway. I could have been anybody," Adam asked.

"You could have been. Right up until Jesse stuck his dick in your mouth and you swallowed! Uncle Bert calls it the Litmus test," David replied.

All three boys giggled once again.

"I take it Uncle Bert's not a hick either?" Adam asked. Jesse and the rest of the boys smiled.

"Uncle Bert is the Chief Administrator of the Institute. He graduated from Harvard," Jesse replied.

"So I gather if I took a stick to your asses, he wouldn't have been too happy," Adam said.

All three boys shook their heads no.

"One guy that came through spanked a boy. Uncle Bert all but tore the man a new asshole when he was done with him," Jesse replied with a very big grin.

"Uncle Sid told us that."

"So why take the chance and bring in possible trouble?" Adam asked the boys.

"For the same reason we don't eat chicken seven days a week!" Sammy replied with a very big grin.

"Are you sure you're only 8!" Adam said as he picked up the boy and turned him upside down.

"This don't look like chicken to me!" he said as he buried his face in the boy's groin and tickled him all the way back to the bed room with Sammy howling with glee.

Adam spent the next two hours keeping all three boys extremely happy. The man considered himself fairly knowledgeable concerning things sexual and while he hadn't had any sexual contact with boys since he was about 16 in camp, he was always attracted to them. To Adam their openness and complete lack of inhibition was infectious and exhilarating at the same time. The more they did, the more he wanted. By about 7:00 the man was near starving having foregone lunch to enjoy the boys instead. To Adam, it was much more than a fair trade-off.

"What do you want for dinner?" he asked as they all lay on the bed.

"Tonight is bivouac night Uncle Adam. You don't have to cook if you don't want to; almost the whole camp turns out for bivouac and the campfire," Sammy replied.

"It's not as much fun as the steam room and horseback riding, but you'll like it," Jesse said with a smile on his face that Adam was now getting to know usually meant sex ahead.

"Steam room?" Adam asked.

"Tomorrow Uncle Adam," David replied.

At that point, a bell sounded somewhere off in the distance.

"What's that?" Adam asked.

"Company's coming Uncle Adam. That's Uncle Bert's golf cart," David replied.

Adam sat up in bed. "Where's my pants?" he asked.

"Here they are Uncle Adam, but Uncle Bert won't care if you're dressed or not."

"Does anybody around here?" the man asked.

Amid a chorus of "No's," Adam put on a pair of shorts anyway.

As a golf cart pulled near the cabin another bell sounded and pulled up in front of the cabin.

"Good evening Adam, I need to talk to the boys, I hope I'm not disturbing you," the man very politely said as he got out of the cart and a boy sitting alongside him got out the other side.

"Hi," the boy said as he bounded up the stairs and went directly into the cabin with the screen door slamming behind him. Other than the fact that the boy was naked, soaking wet from swimming and appeared to have a genital package complete with pubic hair that rivaled Adam's, the encounter was routine.

"No disturbance at all," Adam said as the man walked up the stairs.

"Do you want to come inside?" Adam said while trying to forget the fact the man too was stark naked and had obviously also been swimming.

"No, I can speak to the boys out here. Let's sit down and talk," Bert told Adam. The boy brought out a coke for the man and a beer for Adam and returned inside.

"You probably have a round of questions, but they'll all be answered in time. I understand you plan on staying for the weekend," Bert began.

"The boys accept you, and so does the staff. You are welcome to return," he told Adam.

"Now that you are accepted by the boys, there are some camp rules that you haven't been told about yet. The first rule is that you never divulge what you know about us to anyone. For obvious reasons, camera's, tape recorders and cell phones are forbidden. When you first came you took some pictures from unit 3. If you want to keep them you may, they have nothing to do with anyone here," he told the man.

"The surveillance images from unit 3 have been erased. Our only interest is to identify possible problems, not to try to embarrass anyone."

"The boys told me about that," Adam said somewhat sheepishly.

"The boy's will never lie to you now that you are accepted. They may not answer certain questions, but they won't lie." Bert told him.

"It's certainly no secret to anybody that the boys engage sexually. But that doesn't mean that the camp is a wide open orgy field either. You may come upon people engaging from time to time, but we do encourage discreetness and decorum among our campers. If the boys tell you something's OK like horseback riding, than you can rely on their judgment," he told Adam.

Adam had to smile now.

"You know about that too?" he said.

"What we don't know for ourselves, the boys always tell us. Nobody here has any secrets for long, we live much too closely together," Bert replied.

With the slamming of the screen door all four boys now reappeared from the cabin.

"This boy's name is Brian," Bert said as the boy went over to him and sat straddled on the man's leg.

"Hello," Brian said as he sat back on Bert's leg with the biggest erection on a boy Adam had ever seen. The boy was probably 10 or 11 as far as Adam could judge by the boy's head and body except for the fact that he had the genitals of a fully grown man.

"Finished playing?" Bert asked the boy as he kissed him on the cheek. Brian nodded his head, but remained silent as he smiled.

"Have the boys told you about bivouac?" Bert asked.

"Yes," came the chorus from the boys.

"I hope you'll join us, I think you'll enjoy yourself," Bert said as he started to stand up with Brian.

"One more thing Adam, in all likelihood, not all the boys will be staying with you tonight, there are guests coming that the boys may choose to stay with tonight. The option of who the boys stay with is always theirs to make," he told Adam.

"Boy's let's pow wow," he said as he went down to the golf cart with all four boy's following him.

As the man drove off Adam sat back down in the chair and Sammy promptly sat across his lap.

"What time is bivouac?" Adam asked the little boy.

"It starts at 7:00 for dinner and ends when you want to leave the campfire," the little boy told him.

"Are you going to come with us?" he asked.

"Sure," Adam replied as the boy nestled himself down in Adam's lap.

"How about I have another beer while you guys tell me what goes on at bivouac?" Adam said as he picked the boy up and slid his shorts off and sat back down in the chair. Sammy giggled for probably the 50th time that day as he adjusted his ass for Adam.

"But first, tell me as much as you can about Brian," the man said. David and Jesse grinned from ear to ear.

"Everybody wants to know about Brian when they first come," Jesse replied.

"Brian first came to school when he was four years old," Jesse began.

"I've seen pictures of him back then, he started to grow hair and a dick and balls when he was 2," the boy told Adam.

"He was coming in his diaper before he even came to school," David said. Adam smiled.

"That's impossible. Somebody's pulling your leg," the man told the boy's. All three boys shook their heads.

"Most of us have the same thing Brian has; he just got it a lot younger," David replied.

"The Doctor's call it precocious puberty," Adam never heard the term.

"Where are his parents?" Adam asked.

"They're home, but Brian can't go home just like us. When we were home we got into trouble for playing and we came to the Institute," Sammy smiled.

"Now we can't get into trouble for playing, we can play anytime we want to," he said with a big grin.

"So play means fuck?" Adam asked.

"Sure, we can't tell somebody we want to fuck with them when strangers might be around!" Sammy replied.

"Uncle Adam, you know a lot about us now, what about you? Who did you play with when you were our age?" Jesse asked the man.

"The usual I guess," Adam said.

"My older brother, some cousins, some boys on a Boy Scout Campout we took to the Jamboree."

"What about girls?" David asked.

"Not really until I was about 17 or 18 except for a babysitter I had when I was 12," Adam recalled.

"But then, I didn't get a chance to get into her pants, she just let me suck on her breasts," Adam said. The boys sat and listened to Adam almost in a trance-like state Adam thought to himself. These boys were starving for information about the outside world.

"Let me ask you something and if it's something that you shouldn't answer, I'll understand," he told the boys.

"Have you ever been away from school and camp and not with your Uncles?"

"Sure. When we were younger, but most of us came here from the Doctor's or from the police after we got arrested," Jesse replied.

"For what?" Adam asked.

"Fucking," David replied with a grin.

"The school has a very fancy name for it, but our school is for boys who fuck and won't stop because we don't want to or can't," Jesse replied.

"We can't go to a regular school because if we did, we'd fuck them all," David said very matter of factly.

"Would you?" Adam asked.

"Yeah!" all three boys said very loudly.

"Who taught you to jerk off?" Sammy asked. David and Jesse giggled.

"You mean to tell me they showed you the tape?" Adam asked the boys.

"No, we didn't see the tape, we watched you through the wall," Jesse replied continuing to giggle.

"You sure are worried about people seeing you jerk off Uncle Adam. How come?" Sammy asked.

"All you're doing is this," the boy said as he stroked his erection. Adam watched the boy and smiled.

"When I was growing up, that could get you into some pretty big trouble if you did it in front of the wrong people," he told the little boy.

"Well, not here," Sammy replied.

"That's why we're here Uncle Adam, we don't get into trouble for anything we do with each other, it's against the rules unless we try to hurt someone on purpose," Jesse told the man.

Just before 7:00 all three boys put on a clean pair of shorts. Adam watched as all three boys wore their shorts without underpants and backwards. The shorts had an elastic waistline and a slit down the front about four inches [10 cm] long for peeing. Seeing Sammy's first Adam told him the shorts were on backwards.

"Sure they are Uncle Adam, it's easier to play that way," he told the man as the boys walked down the porch stairs. Adam saw the logic in the boy's statement.

The bivouac area was about 1/3 of the way around the lake and as Adam and his boys walked, they met more fellow campers along the way. By the time they arrived, four people had become about twelve as far as Adam could figure out and at the meeting place, there were probably now close to 50 people. Except for the fact that there were no women to be seen, the place looked like any other picnic to Adam as he found a table with some other people and Jesse handed him a very cold bottle of beer.

Adam was the stranger in the crowd and did a whole lot of watching and observing and a lot less talking. Including Jesse, David and Sammy, the boys were normally exuberant kids who looked very well cared for and very happy in their surroundings. Frisbee's and soccer balls flew all over the place and men gathered in bunches here and there talking with each other and occasionally intercepting a ball or two between the boys. Adam wasn't the most social gadfly at a party and this scene was no exception. He was happy that at least one of his boys stayed very close to him, he liked the reference point in this very strange environment.

"How's it going?" Sid asked him as the stable man sat down on the bench next to him. Adam was happy to see someone he 'knew' even if only by name and very brief acquaintance.

"Fine," Adam said.

"I hope the horses made it back to the stable's all right," he told the man. Sid smiled.

"Horses are some of the dumbest animals in the world, but they know where they live and who feeds them," he replied with a chuckle.

"Sammy tell's me you came in yesterday," Sid said.

"He thinks you're a pretty nice guy and he's not the easiest boy to please unless he really likes you," the man told Adam.

Adam smiled a bit. "He's probably the spunkiest little boy I've ever met," he told the man.

It was now Sid's turn to smile. "We do have a few of them," he said.

"Sammy says you're an old camper yourself Adam."

"Yes. I went to a camp in New Hampshire as a boy and eventually became a counselor there," he told the man.

"No kidding, I went to camp in New Hampshire too when I was young. What camp did you go to?" he asked.

"Timberwolf," Adam replied.

"No kidding! I went to Cedar Ridge, we use to play inter camp basketball with Timberwolf, but that had to be way before your time. I'm 48," he told Adam.

Adam remembered some of the camp names that the camp had played against, but he never heard of Cedar Ridge.

"Probably not," Sid replied.

"The camp burned to the ground in a forest fire about ten years ago. It was probably one of the saddest days of my life, I loved that place as a kid," Sid said somewhat nostalgically.

"Jesus Sid don't you ever take them boots off? I can smell the horseshit from here!" Bert said as he pulled up in his golf cart alongside the table.

"Hell Bert, if you smell shit it ain't comin from my horses, you better check your shoes" the man said as he put a bare foot on top of the picnic table.

Adam watched as the two men greeted each other and boys began appearing around the table. Adam looked around for one of the three boys he knew just as Sammy brushed alongside him and straddled the mans leg. Sitting back, Sammy now watched as the two men greeted each other and cajoled back and forth as he reached his arms around Adam in a backwards embrace as if to tell the other boys "This one's mine," Adam sat back and wrapped his arms around the little boy's waist and kissed the top of his head.

While Adam was a silent bystander, it was very apparent to him that the appearance of Sid and Bert at his table was drawing attention to that area. Adam watched as boys stood around the two men talking and joking around him while occasionally stealing glances at both Adam and Sammy on his leg. Sammy was a known quantity to the boys Adam knew, but the man himself was pretty much a stranger in their midst. Adam knew he was being scrutinized from top to bottom both by the boys around him as well as the other men.

"Gentlemen, welcome to the third bivouac of the summer. We all know each other except for our newest camper, Uncle Adam," Bert said as he stood on the table.

"He's about as shy as the rest of you were when you first came, so give him a break and let him get use to us in his own time." Even Adam laughed as the man got down from the table to some hoots and laughing.

"Sammy, I thought you loved only me!" Bert said as he tickled the boy on his stomach. The little boy's arms came back around Adam as he grabbed at the man's hands tickling him amid fits of giggles.

"Stop Uncle Bert," he said as he squirmed. Bert sat down at the table as a boy now came up in back of the man and stood in back of him with his hands on the man's shoulders.

"Sorry if I caused you embarrassment, but if the boys didn't know you were officially accepted, they would have remained very uncomfortable around you." Bert told Adam.

"Wait a minute, what the hell am I, a potted plant?" Sid now interjected.

"I see you've already met our resident smeller," Bert said as the boys around him laughed.

"Sid's a nice guy, you just gotta keep a fly swatter real close by when he's in the neighborhood," Bert said as he picked up the boy who came in back of him and walked down towards the lake with a small army of boys following him.

Adam watched the group retreat with a smile on his face as Sammy laid back down on his lap.

"I'm going to have to put some horseshit in that mans coffee pot!" Sid told the boys sitting around the table.

"That's what you said last week Uncle Sid," Sammy replied.

"Well, you just wait and see if I don't do it!" he said.

"Jesus God, I see two empty beer bottles!" Adam smiled as three boys went racing off including Sammy.

"He's never attached himself before," Sid said as the boys disappeared over a small hill. Seconds earlier, the man was speaking as a foil to Bert, the man obviously in charge, and as the camp clown to the boys. Adam knew the scene the men were playing out; he was a camper and counselor himself and recognized the theatrics.

"Why do you think he's attaching? Why wouldn't he just be wanting to stay in the center of things?" Adam asked.

Sid turned around and looked at Adam. "Yale or Princeton?" he asked.

"Princeton," Adam answered.

"By way of Choate of course!" Sid said.

Adam nodded.

"If Sammy were simply looking to stay in the center, he would have chosen a known quantity. Either myself or more probably Bert. The fact that he chose you indicated a risk on his part. It may very well be nothing, but Sammy's never risked anything before." Sid put out his hand "Georgetown," he said with a small smile.

Adam once again had to smile. So far he was 0 for 5 on the 'What are they scale.'

"Is anybody around here who they appear to be at face value?"

"Only after they accept you as one of them, and then you see some of the most beautiful children in the world," Sid said.

"And the adults?" Adam asked.

"Well, some of them is butt ugly," Sid replied. Adam laughed in genuine humor for the first time in months.

Dinner came none too soon for Adam as the boys around the men served up the food. Maybe it was the boy's love of horses that brought so many of them to the table to see and speak to Sid, but Adam doubted it. The man was very clearly loved and trusted by the boys and Adam was more than a bit envious as he observed the interaction between the man and the boys around him. Sid knew every one of them by name and no conversation began without a very warm kiss first.

Sammy came back to the table with a bottle of beer in one hand and a plate of food in the other. Putting both down in front of Adam, he promptly climbed on the man's lap and started eating.

"It's for both of us Uncle Adam," the boy said as he turned around with a piece of chicken in his hands.

"The beer too?" Adam asked. Sammy grin with a mouth full of chicken.

Just as with the previous nights dinner, it ended with Sammy laying back on Adam's chest with a belly that swelled almost twice it's normal size, but with chicken sauce, steak juice, lemonade and watermelon juice smeared from chest to thigh's, tonight's dinner ended with Sammy being tossed into the lake along with a bunch of his friend's by Adam and Sid as the men sent each boy into the water being swung by their hands and feet to the count of three. Going back to their table with a dripping wet boy attached to each man, Adam felt exactly like he was back at camp as a child himself.

As Adam sat back down with Sid, Sammy once again climbed up the man but didn't turn himself around. Face to face with the boy. Adam looked at the boy as he studied the man's face. Sammy then leaned forward and kissed Adam on the lips.

"What was that for?" Adam asked the boy.

"Because you're cute!" Sammy replied with a small grin. Adam smiled.

"You're just saying that because someone told that to you once!" Adam replied. Sammy giggled and put his head down on Adam's chest and rapped his arms around the man's chest as far as he could reach.

""I want to stay with you tonight Uncle Adam," Sammy said. Adam kissed the top of the boy's head and rubbed the boy's back.

"That would make me very happy Sammy," he said to the boy as he kissed him once more.

Bivouac after dinner always ended with some music and singing. Adam hadn't heard boys singing since his camp days and actually recognized some the songs and knew the words to them. To the accompaniment of some guitars, banjo's and mandolins, probably 50 to 60 boys and men sat on the bank of the lake watching a large campfire blazing away singing traditional camp songs as the sun faded from the sky and the stars shone very brightly down on them. Sammy lasted for a good hour before he fell asleep nestled in Adam's lap.

"I spoke with David just before we came over to the campfire," Sid said to Adam as the man saw the sleeping boy in his lap.

"Sammy talked with both David and Jesse earlier and told both boys he wanted to stay with you," Sid told Adam.

"That's why you haven't seen either of them since before dinner," Adam looked down on the boy's sleeping face.

"If he were mine, I could never imagine in a million years not having him around me constantly. Is he an orphan? Are his parents dead?" Adam asked.

"No, his parents are very much alive, but they had to make a decision that most parents never dream about in their worst nightmare," Sid replied.

Bivouac ended with a quiet singing of Day is Done as Adam and Sid got up with their boys and walked towards the cabins. Sid lived about six cabins up from Adam's and as they approached Sid stopped on the trail.

"Goodnight Adam, I'll probably see you tomorrow," he said.

"Be careful with Sammy. He's been with us since he was five years old and he's as addictive as heroin. Before you know it, you don't want to live without him. It's the same with all these boys," Adam watched as Sid turned and walked up to his cabin with the boy in his arms fast asleep with his arms draped over the man's shoulders swinging in the air.

The walk back to Adam's cabin wasn't all that far, but Adam was in no particular hurry to get there. Sammy was fast asleep and his breathing was deep and slow. With the moon now over Adam's shoulders, the tree's made shadows on the walking trail and the sounds of crickets and an occasional owl were interrupted only occasionally by a twig snapping under Adam's feet. Adam didn't really care if the walk was 10 miles [15 km]; he was at total peace with the world around him and the little boy in his arms.

Much faster than Adam wanted it, Cabin 4 was in front of him and walking into his cabin, he very carefully laid the boy down and peeled off the boy's still damp shorts. Adam stood at the foot of the bed watching the boy laying there naked and asleep for the longest time. Very much to his surprise no erection came to him, he wasn't looking upon the boy as a sexual entity, he was marveling at the sheer beauty of the boy's body as it shined and almost glowed in the moonlight from the open window over the bed. Adam picked the boy up and slid him up to the pillows and covered the boy with a single sheet. Then he took off his own shorts that were soggy from the boy sitting on his lap and got in next to the boy as he pulled the sheet over the both of them. Adam fell asleep thinking about Sid's last words to him.

Sunday morning broke for Adam as the Sun came over the tops of the tree's and made the water along the shoreline sparkle like jewels and reflected their light on the bedroom ceiling like a prism. Adam lay there watching the random images dance, as Sammy flipped himself over on his stomach and turned his face towards Adam. As the boy's eyes slowly opened a small smile came over his face and his small hand reached over and sat on top of the man's chest.

"Good morning cutie pie," Adam said to the boy as he kissed him on the tip of his little button nose.

Sammy now slid over and got on top of Adam and laid his head back down as he came up with a very big yawn.

"Somebody took another swim last night," Adam said as he cupped the boy's cold clammy cheeks in his hands. Sammy giggled as Adam rubbed him on his bottom to get him warmed back up.

"We didn't play last night Uncle Adam," Sammy said.

"That's because a little boy I know fell fast asleep right in the middle of 'The wise man built his house upon the rock'," Adam said as he kissed the boy's head. Sammy giggled.

"He's not asleep now," the boy said. Adam smiled.

"No, he's not asleep now. And if we played, what would he want to do?" Adam asked.

As Adam felt the boy on top of him going into an erection Sammy opened his legs and let them fall along both sides of Adam. The move also gave the man ready access to Sammy's anus which Adam knew wouldn't depress the boy one single bit. The boy snuggled a little higher on the mans chest as Adam found his prostate and slowly massaged it. Sammy picked his right leg up and bent it at the knee which gave Adam a little more access as the boy turned his head around towards Adam now facing him. There was no talk from the boy as his breathing increased along with the flexing of his penis on Adam's stomach. Adam studied the boy's face and eyes as the man brought the boy towards his inevitable climax. As time drew closer Sammy's hand grabbed Adam's left nipple in his small fist and the boy began to squeeze unconsciously. As his breathing became more labored his brow became damp and the hair began sticking to his forehead. When he climaxed his body became ridged and convulsed as his eyes went up to the top of his head at the moment of his dry ejaculation. Adam watched as he knew that wherever the boy was mentally, it wasn't in that bed.

Sammy kept his eyes closed for a good three or four minutes before his breathing went back down to normal and he settled back down to a relaxed state. When he finally released his grip on Adam's chest, the man had a very distinct pattern of the boy's fingers and three small puncture holes from the boy's fingernails. Adam never felt it occurring. Small beads of sweat drifted down the boy's forehead and ran into his hair as Adam wiped the boy's brow with his hand and kissed it. The little boy said nothing for a very long time, he just studied Adam's face and closed his eyes whenever Adam kissed his face.

"How did you make it so different?" the little boy finally said as he began stroking the mans chest with his hand once again.

"What do you mean?" Adam asked.

"It was never like that before. It was different," Sammy said as he stared off.

"I don't understand, how was it different?" Adam asked the boy as he massaged his back.

"I don't know, I couldn't see or hear anything anymore," Sammy replied. "I just felt my head get all funny and numb. It felt like I was flying over the clouds."

"And that never happened to you before?" Adam asked.

Sammy shook his head no.

"Well, maybe I played with you in a way nobody ever did before," Adam suggested. Sammy picked up his head and looked at the man. Laying his head back down he shook his head no again.

"All you did was put your finger in my butt. We do that with each other all the time," he said.

"Well, not exactly Sammy. You have a certain spot down there that I played with and I think that's what the difference was," Adam told the boy.

"No Uncle Adam, we play right there all the time. We even have battery toys to play with us there," the boy replied.

"I'm going to have to ask Uncle Sid or Uncle Bert, they'll know what made it different," the boy said as he again started to stroke his hand across the mans chest. Adam sat there for what seemed a very long time as the boy lay silent on him.

"Are you OK?" Adam finally asked the boy.

"I'm hungry and I gotta pee," Sammy said as he made no move to get up.

"Well, this beds had more than it's share, maybe we need to try the toilet," Adam said as he sat up and held the boy against him as he arose from the bed. Sammy giggled as Adam stood up and walked into the bathroom.

With Sammy standing in the shower peeing, Adam turned on the shower and adjusted the level. As Adam got down on his knees to wash the boy, both heard a bell.

"That's Uncle Bert," Sammy said as Adam washed the boy's hair.

"Anybody home?" a voice called out from the front door.

"C'mon in Uncle Bert," Sammy yelled from the bathroom.

"Good morning guys, I hope I'm not intruding," he said as he came into the bathroom.

"What's that?" Sammy asked as Adam continued to wash his hair.

"Never mind Sammy," Adam told the boy.

"You're not intruding at all, we were just taking showers before breakfast," Adam told the man.

"I see you've already got Uncle Adam trained real well Sammy," the man said to the boy. Sammy giggled.

"The boy's have Vespers at around 10:00 Adam. It's not mandatory, but we encourage the boys to attend. Sammy usually attends, so if it's convenient, maybe we could get together in my office at that time for a chat?" he told Adam.

"Sure," Adam replied.

"Uncle Bert, can we have talk time?" Sammy asked the man.

"Now or soon Sammy?" the man asked the boy.

"Soon," Sammy replied.

"How about you eat lunch with me at the stream?" the man told the boy.

"Yeah," Sammy replied with a great big smile.

"I'll pick you up after Vespers," the man told the boy as he got up.

As Bert left the cabin, Adam returned to the chore at hand deep in thought. The concept of religion in the camp never occurred to him. To Adam it somehow seemed way out of place. These were all wonderful boys as far as Adam was concerned, but hardly alter boy material, and even if they were, the last thing he would have thought any of the Uncles were was of a religious mind. For Adam, it was one more of a thousand questions he had no answers for.

"What's talk time?" Adam asked the boy as he washed him.

"That's when we can talk to our teachers about anything," Sammy replied.

"Most of the time we just talk to Uncle Bert because he's the smartest teacher of them all."

"What would you talk to him about?" Adam asked.

"I want to find out what made it so different this morning. Uncle Bert will know, he always knows what's happening to us," Sammy told the man.

"And you and the other boys always tell him everything you do?" Adam asked.

"Oh yes. Nobody has any secrets from Uncle Bert, we don't need any," Sammy replied.

Adam wasn't the happiest camper to learn that his activities of the morning were going to be shared with other's, but on the other hand, Adam also knew that the man was well aware of what was going on around him concerning the boys. Probably even with the man himself.

Sammy opted for French toast and sausages for breakfast and by 8:00 the boy was ready for the day to begin.

"We can take a sailboat out on the lake and take the boat to services," Sammy suggested as the two came off the front porch of the cabin. Adam liked the idea and the two located a Sailfish along the shore.

"Do you know how to sail Uncle Adam?" Sammy asked as the two looked down on the boat.

"Sure, we use to have these kinds of boats in my camp when I was a little boy like you," Adam replied. Within probably 15 minutes both man and boy were moving slowly a crossed the lake as the morning breeze filled the small sail with Sammy steering the rudder. Adam watched the intensity of the look on the boy's face as the boy tacked back and forth; Maybe it was exactly the way he looked some 12 to 14 years earlier skippering his own sailboat the man thought to himself.

Sammy and Adam weren't alone sailing on the lake. As the boat came to shore and Adam lifted the centerboard, five or six other boats were pulled up on the shore or very quickly approaching it as the two lowered the sail and took the mast down. Up from the lake there was a large building and men and boys were entering from all directions as Adam approached. Seeing Sid with another boy, Sammy joined them as Adam walked down to the log cabin that doubled as the office that Adam had registered in two days previous.

Adam had no idea that the meeting he was about to keep would change the course of his life.

Chapter Two

The Geppetto Project

"I saw you out on the lake, Sammy looks damned happy," Bert said as he got up from his chair. Adam followed Bert into the front door of the cabin. He expected to see a nice rustic log cabin, maybe even a few moose and deer heads on the walls. Bert's living room looked more like Chancellor's Hall at Princeton.

There were fishing poles and gear stuck here and there in corners, but for the most part, this was a working office complete with a reference library and enough electronics to support a small country. As Bert moved to his desk, Adam passed by rows of books, most of which dealt with child psychology, rearing, and human sexuality. Adam saw no dust on the shelves or the books. This was a working library. Tables, chairs and desks we're abundant as was the paperwork and reading material piled on them. This was no 'show' office.

Adam sat down in a chair in front of Bert's desk as the man sat down in his own chair.

"Sid and I have been together now for 15 year's," the man began.

"I highly regard his good judgment. He like's you, and he's not a man easily pleased," Bert said as he picked up a stack of manila folders about five inches [12½ cm] thick and placed them directly in front of Adam.

"Probably before your time there was a television show called This Is Your Life Ever see it?" Bert asked Adam as the man sat back in his chair.

"I've seen some old clips of it in a Communications course," Adam answered.

Bert nodded his head.

"That stack of paper is your life," Bert said as he pointed to the folders.

Adam reached forward and looked at the files. One by one he thumbed though them. Pictures of his parents marriage, pictures of his brothers and sisters, pictures of him in little league, Boy Scouts, camp, High School, College. There was even a picture of him with a girl friend on his boat on Long Island Sound that he didn't remember having been taken. Transcripts from Elementary School, High School, College. Bank accounts, credit card records, phone records, magazines he subscribed to. Adam was pissed.

"You missed my blood type," he said as he put the stack back down on Bert's desk.

"O Negative, it's in the medical file from Doctor Spencer's office," Bert replied.

Adam did not see the humor.

"Why?" he asked the man.

"Most certainly not to pry into your private life just for the sake of peeking," Bert told him.

"That file was never compiled for any other reason than to ensure the boys safety while you were around them. When you leave their presence, the file will be destroyed and no record of its compilation will ever be known to anyone."

Adam smiled. "It was put together, it can be put together again," he told the man.

"Yes, we do live in an information age and big brother does know every move we make, but for our part, once you are not involved with the boys, we have no reason whatsoever to keep any information concerning you."

"OK, you know how many pimples I have on my ass, you know everything about me, you know I jerk off, you know me and the boys had sex. What now?" Adam asked somewhat convinced he was about to be blackmailed for the rest of his entire life.

"The information told us everything we needed to know about you in order to keep our boys safe. It also told us that you were the kind of person we want around the boys. You already know we're a school, and you already know our boys are extremely sexually active. They need a very special kind of teacher and we think you are what we look for in a teacher."

Adam was stunned.

"Teacher? Me?" Adam said.

"Yes, you have a Master's Degree and we could easily get you certified," Bert responded.

"You're 24 years old, you don't especially like your job, you like children and get along with them very well and they respond to you."

Adam had to smile once again.

"You're right, I don't like my job, I think it sucks. But my job won't get me put in jail for the next 50 years if someone finds out what I'm doing!" he said.

Bert sat back in his chair.

"You mean if someone knew you were a teacher screwing his students, you'd get busted," Bert said.

"Where I come from Bert, that's the way things go!" Adam said somewhat sarcastically.

Bert said nothing for a very long uncomfortable time for Adam. He sat and looked at him and put his hands together in front of his face with his chin on his thumbs and his index fingers on his lips. The man began speaking very slowly and deliberately.

"Hypothetically Adam, if there were no legal impediments to your teaching your students in a sexually free environment, would you be interested?"

In Adam's mind, if anybody had asked him that question a week earlier, he would have instantly answered no. It was a twelve gauge, double barreled, shotgun question. After the past two days.

"Yes," was the only answer Adam could give.

Bert sat up in his chair and took out a small folder and opened it. Handing Adam a pen, he gave the man three documents to sign.

"This affidavit states you'll never disclose any personal information concerning your student's identity or personal information without the School's written permission. It's the core document you'll sign, and if the children are ever hurt by your disclosures the Feds are the very least of your problems."

Adam read the document very carefully.

"We take our boys extremely seriously Adam. If you don't understand what you're signing, Don't do it!" Bert warned the man.

Adam signed.

"This affidavit states you are a member of the Geppetto Project, and that you are an employee of the Federal Government," Bert told Adam.

"It's what we here all like to call the hypothetical scenario," Adam looked at the man.

"It's your license to teach as you'd like," Bert told him.

Adam signed.

"This affidavit states that you are enrolled in the Witness Protection Program. It's a default insurance policy we all have," Bert told Adam.

"It puts you beyond the authority of any local, State or Federal Law Enforcement agency. If you ever get involved with any of them, you produce your identification and all questioning stops until one of the investigator's from the Geppetto Project removes you from their custody and returns you to us. All of our staff and all of the children are in the witness protection program officially."

Adam once again signed the document.

Bert took the papers back and put them in his drawer.

"Why do I feel like I just made a pact with the devil?" Adam asked.

"Good analogy!" Bert said as he arose from his chair.

"Let's go out side and take a walk."

As the two men walked back outside onto the porch, Bert opened a refrigerator just outside his door.

"Water, soda or beer?" he asked Adam.

"Water," Adam replied.

The two men walked back towards the Meeting Hall and stopped at a picnic table along the lake within sight and hearing of the hall.

"I'm hoping you read what you signed before you did, but if not, you're now a member of the Geppetto Project," Bert said to the man sitting next to him on top of the picnic table.

"I read it all, but it didn't say what that meant," Adam replied.

"I signed it because you said I could teach as I liked. What's the Geppetto Project?" Adam asked.

"Well, there's the very long unabridged version and then the Reader's Digest version; I'll give you the Reader's Digest version and you can go back and research the very fine details in your spare time if you'd like," Bert responded.

"The Geppetto Project came into being immediately after World War II when Uncle Sam brought back a group of really brilliant scientists from Germany who were very diligently working on ways to manufacture little supermen for the Fatherland. Adolf and the boys were looking for soldiers who could kill, and in their spare time, fuck to produce a slave labor pool.

Adolf was a fairly impatient man and wasn't into having his supermen knock out just two or three babies a day, he wanted them to fuck like rabbits in their spare time. He was already running programs in Germany to knock up every pure German girl he could find by his blond hair blue eyed Aryan pureblood, but what he wanted coming out of the captured countries were just going to be slaves to the Master Race, not citizens. Since the slaves didn't need to have pure German blood in their veins, Adolf and the boys didn't really care who the girls were who would produce the slaves, except of course for the Jews.

Like their counterparts in rocketry, nuclear physics and jet propulsion that we brought back to the States, they were really close to success when their balloon burst and they found themselves either in Russia or America. Russia didn't need supermen, but they did need comrades. America didn't need supermen either, but they did need G.I. Joe's. Stalin looked into the potential for almost a decade, but when it didn't pan out, the boys were killed, castrated or sent to Siberia for a vacation. America hung in there a bit longer, and in 1959 Ike gave his blessings to end the castrations and indefinite institutionalization of the boys who remained in the Project.

Unfortunately, the Genie was out of the bottle because the Germans had tapped into the genes and dna unknowingly and it was being passed on not by males, but by females exactly the same way hemophilia is passed on today. Most of the boys here, and most of the boys you'll teach have the original aleal markers in their dna identifying them to the original experiments."

Adam said nothing for a good long time.

"Are you German?" he finally asked.

"No, and I'm not overly proud to say I'm an American either, but none of that has anything to do with what these boys need now. They're here, they're what and who they are, and are you going to help them, or step aside?" Bert asked.

"While the Geppetto Project no longer creates new children, it hasn't been disbanded because the focus is now on finding a way to eliminate what's already been done. Naturally, they also never bothered to destroy the serum that triggers the change in the dna Code, they never know when they just might need to come up with a few million new G.I. Joe's real quick and the serum is stock piled in caves in Virginia just an arm's reach from Washington.

Our part in the Project is to protect, educate and keep the boys under control until they can find a way to stop it's spread. That may never happen, but it's a whole lot better than Stalin's solution, and I wouldn't put it passed them to decide it's the most 'Humane' way of relieving our boys of their 'Burden'," Bert concluded.

"The boys all said they had something called precocious puberty. Is that what the serum did?" Adam asked.

Bert shook his head no.

"Uncle Sam isn't about to admit to anybody that they turned little boys into fucking machines and now they're out of control," he told Adam.

"Precocious puberty is a real and natural medical condition that's been around since the dawn of time. It occurs to children, mostly boys. They start maturing sexually at a very young age, some even start in infancy. Brian has precocious puberty; it's why he has the genitals of a grown man. He's been ejaculating since he was two years old. Brian is a lucky boy, by age 16 or 17, his body will catch up with his chronological age.He also has a normal sexual libido unlike boys like Sammy, David and Jesse. Until a cure is found, they will feel compelled to climax 10 to 16 times per day for the rest of their lives. Sexually, they're nymphomaniacs. One of your first priorities is to learn that these boys cannot stay monogamous. One person is incapable of keeping them satisfied unless it is another altered boy like themselves. Don't take the boys sexual interactions with others personally; you'll burn out faster than a roman candle," Bert told Adam.

"The precocious puberty label has been attached to all the boys because it saves the Government a great deal of explaining to do to parents who have a little boy screwing everything but the kitchen sink. The parents don't delve into it all that deeply either, little Johnnie isn't sitting around the house humping the kitchen table, he's in a boarding school for sexually dysfunctional children with a medical condition that the Government is very diligently trying to 'cure'. Doesn't it just want to make you go out and put up an American Flag and salute it?" Bert asked Adam more than a bit sarcastically.

"The precocious puberty angle is just a convenient way for the government to escape responsibility for Geppetto," Bert said.

"A whole lot of people have already noticed that there seems to be a lot more incidents of people committing sex crimes than there was 30 or 40 years ago. It's quite true, there are a lot more, they are offspring of boys just dumped into society in the early sixties from Geppetto. Those boys were released just as the hippy era took root, and guess what they did? Naturally the government wants no studies into why all these perverts seem to be popping up, that's the last question in the world they want to answer! As for us, most of the boy's teachers were the original boys who received the serum back in the late 40s and 50s. Sid for example was orphaned in 1959 and was one of the last of a group of boys to be altered. He's been a student and then teacher at Green Tree most of his life."

Adam listened to the man and slowly realized he was pissed at the wrong people.

"What about you? Have you been altered?" Adam asked Bert.

"No, I married a woman who was conceived by a boy who had been altered. She carried the new genes and dna without anybody knowing anything about it until we had a son. He carried the altered dna from his mother just like every other boy does. He committed suicide at age twelve," Bert told the man.

"I'm so very sorry," Adam said feeling very deeply ashamed of himself.

"My son's death destroyed my marriage. It also destroyed my wife. She learned she was the carrier and committed suicide six months after Robby died. I went back to school and earned my degrees and have been involved in Green Tree ever since. I couldn't save Robby because I was too fucking stupid, but I won't lose another boy," he told Adam.

Adam had no reason in the world to doubt Bert's story, but the one thing that didn't make much since to him was how he was chosen to become involved in any way. He was a perfect stranger off the highway. Why not recruit staff, if that was what they were doing, through schools and colleges and hire students who were educated in human sexuality or at least in early childhood education?

"It's a great question and a very legitimate one," Bert replied.

"In the specific case of Brian, that way would work. It wouldn't work great, but it would work. Schools of higher learning teach their students to keep children like Brian isolated and controlled. In the very early days, they were sent to Montana, Alaska, the Australian outback. As far away from people as they could get them. Those children were the lucky one's. The unlucky one's had their balls cut off, sent to reform schools or jails, or were sterilized if they were girls. Personally, I think it's not a great solution, but if you asked them, they'll tell you there was no alternative," Bert told Adam.

"Nowadays, they'll put the children in school and pretty much monitor them around the clock. They'll look the other way when they masturbate, but that's about as far as they'll go. That kind of bullshit thinking is what killed my son. If Brian wants to get laid ten times a day, as long as he finds somebody who agrees, we don't particularly give a shit. What school do we recruit students like that from?" Bert asked Adam.

"As far as the Geppetto boys, there are no students because Jesse and David and Sammy don't exist. Even if they knew they did, do you think they're going to be handing out diploma's to graduate's who are taught not to interfere with children having sex with each other? Shit, you can't get one of them to admit that children even think about sex by themselves without some pervert leading them on blindly past their naive innocence of childhood. We need people around these boys who are dealing in reality, not people who still consider it a mortal sin to jerk off. When we look for staffing beyond the grown Geppetto Boys themselves, we look for young, fairly liberal minded, well educated, sexually aware men who have most probably engaged their peers as children and would therefore be able to understand and relate to the boy's behavior without either freaking out or screwing them blind," he told Adam.

"We only found one who fit the bill this year so far, you," Bert told Adam.

Vespers ended for the boys on a very positive and upbeat note as they half marched, half walked out of the hall to a hymn being played. Adam watched with Bert as they exited and the assembly slowly started to drift down to the lake. Adam knew the tune, but somehow, Onward Christian Soldiers infuriated the hell out of him.

"I'll need to close my apartment in Connecticut." Adam said to Bert as he watched the boys. Bert nodded.

Immediately following vespers, lunch was held lake side for those in attendance and Adam found himself steered once again to a table with Sid. Sammy came bounding out of the meeting hall and was in Bert's arms in a leap as the two took off in Bert's golf cart with a cooler full of soda and food. Adam watched as the two drove away with Sammy sitting on Bert's lap steering the cart down the path.

"Bert never picks favorites, but Sammy's always been able to draw his attention since he first came," Sid said as the two sat down.

"People are going to talk if we keep meeting this way," Adam said to the man as a boy brought two bottles of beer to them.

"Jesus, I didn't think they knew I existed!" he proclaimed. Adam had to laugh. He genuinely liked the man, and the man made him laugh and smile and he hadn't done that in more than an hour or so.

"Thank you for your kind words to Bert, he told me what you said," Adam told the man as they sat down together.

"Not verbatim I hope," Sid responded. Adam didn't respond, he knew it would create another quip. He smiled and took a sip of his beer.

"Your talk," Sid said. "Have you made a decision?" he asked.

"Yes, but before I tell you what it is, I have a question for you that I'd like you to answer very honestly," Adam said to the man.

"Shoot," Sid replied.

"I'm here as an outsider and not personally touched by this horrific tragedy like the boys are. Basically, after listening to Bert, I feel like a vulture or scavenger taking advantage of children who basically are completely innocent in their situation," he said.

"If we reversed positions, I wouldn't think very much of you as a human being," Adam said.

"And that would be because I was taking sexual advantage of you by satisfying my own perverted sexual desires?" Sid asked.

Adam nodded his head.

"Bert must have told you about Robby," Sid responded.

"Yes," Adam replied.

"Do you believe Bert would thank or curse you if you had sex with his son thereby keeping the boy from killing himself?" Sid asked.

"It's a very bad analogy Sid, of course he would thank me, but how could he have possibly known the boy would have done that?" Adam replied.

"Robby killed himself because he was physically restrained from engaging in sex. It was the way they 'helped' the boys 25 years ago. The average suicide rate for altered boys was sixty percent back then. Green Tree hasn't had a boy lost to suicide in over 25 years. It changed over night when Green Tree was headed by a new administrator who gave the go ahead for the boys to screw each others brains out. The administrator was Bert's College Mentor. The answer to your question is that I know you're keeping the boys alive. If you're having fun while you're doing it, consider it a perk," he told Adam.

"I've accepted," Adam replied.

"I knew you would. I also knew you wouldn't like your decision very much," Sid told the man as they stood up.

"If you did, we would have known we had made a very big mistake."

Lunch after Vesper's was an outdoor buffet and both Sid and Adam stood on line. Going through the line, Adam smiled to himself.

"What's up?" Sid asked the man as he looked over to him.

"I was just thinking about Jesse, David and Sammy when I first came. I thought they were starving to death," he said as he passed more food than he had seen at some wedding receptions.

"Yeah, that's always been a problem for us, the boys don't exactly look like they've been vacationing in Biafra do they?"

Heading back to the table, two boys called out to Sid and the man took a detour. Adam followed and sat down in between Brian and another boy.

"You already know Brian. Adam, this is Kurt," Sid said as he introduced a boy of probably 13 to the man.

"Uncle Adam has been asked to join the staff at the Academy, and he has accepted," Sid told the two boys.

"What?" several boys sitting around the table said. Sid put down his fork and stood up on the bench attached to the picnic table.

"Gentlemen, and that includes you Larry," he said pointing to a boy two tables away.

"Uncle Bert has asked Uncle Adam to join the faculty, and Uncle Adam was silly enough to accept." Once again, even Adam chuckled at the man's camp humor.

"When we return to the Academy, he will be with us, so please don't piss on his tires or you just might fail your next math exam." Sid sat down to a round of applause as Adam sat there shaking his head.

"I just thought I'd smooth the way for you good buddy," Sid said to the man as he sat back down and picked up an ear of corn.

Lunch for Adam was a hectic affair, the boys kept coming up to him one by one welcoming him and telling the new teacher their names. During a short break in the line of boys. Adam had a chance to eat a few forkfuls of food before another tap on his shoulder told him another boy was there to greet him. Turning around, it was Jesse. No words were spoken, but as Adam hugged the boy, tears streaked down the man's face and Sid knew they made the right choice.

"I'm needed back on the hill, the boys will be clamoring to go riding," Sid told Adam as the scraped their plates after lunch.

"Knowing Sammy the way I do, he's probably going to be bending Bert's ear off so you can either wait for him at the cabin or you're more than welcome to join us at the stable."

Adam thought about it for a few seconds. "I'll wait for him at the cabin, I can straighten the place up and when Sammy returns, we'll come up," Adam replied.

The two parted with Sid walking up the trail with probably eight kids surrounding him and jabbering away like magpies.

Adam returned to his cabin and sat down on the front porch as a golf cart pulled up in front of the cabin. A man and two boys lifted bags and bundles out of the cart and approached.

"Hi! Bert instructed me to deliver these to you," a man said as he came up the stairs.

"These are Sammy's things, Bert says Sammy has requested to move in."

"My name is Anthony. This is Andy and Spencer," the man said as he put out his hand and shook Adam's. Adam greeted all three as the group went into the cabin. Taking out the bags from the closet the man took back Jesse and David's shoes and clothing and put away Sammy's as Adam and the boys helped.

"Sammy always lived in the dorm with us," Spencer told Adam as the boy took out a bunch of toys and put them in a chest along the wall.

"Now he wants to live with you Uncle Adam."

Adam was more than a bit curious.

"When did he say that?" Adam asked.

"Just now, Sammy is with Uncle Bert getting all his stuff together," the boy replied.

After putting away the clothing and stripping the beds and linen closet, Anthony and his boys continued their rounds as Adam looked at Sammy's belongings. Gone was any hint of rags and dirty underpants, Sammy had drawers full of Carter's, Oshkosh B'Gosh and LL Bean Boy's clothing. Adam smiled to himself as he thought about the cabin next door. Thinking about next door also got him to thinking about the condoms and pictures. Adam went back into his bathroom and took out both and went back next door. Opening the bottom drawer, he flipped the pictures in and then put the condoms back in the nightstand. He wouldn't be needing either anytime soon he thought to himself as he walked out the front door.

Periodically, Adam heard the sounds of boys playing and laughing somewhere off in the distance. Boys in canoes and rowboats drifted past his view as he walked around to the back of the cabin. To Adam the scene was so hauntingly familiar to him as his mind drifted back to a very happy and carefree time in his life. Adam got goose bumps because it was all now returning and unfolding right before his eyes. The sound of a bell broke his thoughts as Adam walked around to the front of the cabin as Bert's cart pulled up in front. The cart didn't stop before Sammy's feet touched the ground and the little boy came racing up the front steps two at a time and leaped into Adam's arms.

"Uncle Bert says you're going to stay with me," Sammy said as he buried his face in Adam's neck.

"For as long as you want me too," Adam replied as he hugged the boy as hard as he dared.

"Forever Uncle Adam," the boy's muffled voice replied.

"Uncle Bert knows what made it different," Sammy said as Adam sat down on a porch chair.

"And what did he tell you?" Sammy backed off and looked at the man.

"He told me you love me and I love you and that makes it different than just playing with somebody."

Adam smiled and put the boy's small face in between his hands.

"I think your Uncle Bert is a very, very smart man," Adam said as he very gently kissed the boy.

"These are the rest of Sammy's things Adam," Bert said as he brought up two duffle bags.

"Sammy has asked to stay with you. We return to school Labor Day weekend, and you both have the option of remaining together."

"Welcome to Green Tree Academy!" Bert said as he held out his hand and Adam shook it.

Adam and Sammy stayed wrapped in each others arms long after Bert returned to his office.

"Uncle Sid is up at the stable, do you want to go riding?" Adam finally asked the boy.

"Yes!" Sammy exclaimed.

Getting up, both man and boy stood at the head of the stairs as Adam looked down on the naked little boy. I don't think we need these anymore!" Adam said as he unsnapped his shorts and let them fall to the porch floor. Sammy smiled as Adam picked the boy up and sat him on his neck. Holding Sammy by his ankles, Adam climbed up the trail to the upper camp as Sammy's hands were clasped around Adam's forehead holding himself up.

Adam felt like the luckiest man in the world as he turned his head and kissed the boy on the thigh. Sammy giggled.

"Because I'm cute?" Sammy asked.

"No, because I love you!" Adam replied.

New Beginnings

His father was an accountant for Pitney Bowes in Stamford, and he was following in his father's footsteps. Adam loved his father, and his entire family for that matter, but accounting brought no sparks to Adam's life. Nothing did, until he met Sammy.

As Adam drove down Interstate 77, to say that the 24 year old man was excited about his new job would have been a gross understatement. Adam was a camper himself as a child; he attended an all boy's summer camp in New Hampshire from age 10 to 15 and then became a counselor at the camp during his High School years. Adam had always loved camp. He was very much into sports whether they were on the baseball diamond during the day or in the bunk at night. Adam grew up as a typical child reared in an all boy's environment; he and his friends knew each other very, very well. Once Adam left high school, he grew out of playing with childish things but that was not to say he forgot about them or didn't continue to appreciate them and their beauty. For want of a better term Adam 'moved on' with his life. Now he was returning to camp life, but a camp that was vastly different than the one he had attended as a boy.

"Uncle Adam!" Sammy screamed as the eight year old boy came running up from the lake dripping wet to greet Adam. As Adam crouched down the little boy leaped into his arms as both hit the ground hugging each other in a tight embrace.

"Welcome back Adam, I guess somebody around here missed you!" The camp director said as he reached his arm down.

"Hello Bert, I thought the drive would never end," he said as he took Bert's hand and lifted himself back off the ground with Sammy holding on like a rhesus monkey to his mother.

Several other campers came up from the waterfront as Adam continued to hug and kiss the little boy who refused to let his strangle hold on Adam's neck loose.

"Hi Uncle Adam, did you bring us anything?" ten year old David asked as Adam bent down and kissed the boy.

"Jeez David, give him a chance!" Jesse, an eleven year old said as he too took a kiss from the man.

"Did Ya?" he asked. Adam chuckled.

"Yes, I brought a stack of comics and a box of Pokemon cards for you guys; it's on the back seat," he told the boys who immediately bolted for the man's car.

"Sammy, don't you want some?" Bert asked the boy who stayed attached to Adam's neck.

"Later Uncle Bert," the little boy replied refusing to give up the man's arms. Adam patted the boys still dripping bottom.

"I saved a bunch in the trunk just for you," he told Sammy very quietly in his ear as he gave it a kiss. Sammy giggled as Adam smiled. He hadn't heard the boy giggle for the past three days; he now knew he was back where he wanted to be.

"So how did everything go?" Bert asked as the three of them mounted the steps to the office and sat down on the front porch.

"Fine. My Dad wasn't the happiest camper in the world when he found out I quit the firm, but he liked the idea about me becoming a federal employee. He said that Social Security won't be around much longer and the Fed's have their own retirement system that will never run out of money."

Bert nodded his head. "How did you explain Green Tree to your parents?" he asked.

"I just told them I was going to be teaching disadvantaged children who were enrolled in a Federal Program," Adam replied.

"What's that?" Sammy asked as he sat on Adam's lap now soaking the man's pants.

"That's a new program for little boys with very big ears," Bert said and he tweaked the little boy's ear lobe. Sammy giggled which made Adam all the more happier as he hugged the little boy and kissed his head for probably the 15th time in the last five minutes.

"Uncle Adam! You already did that!" Sammy protested.

"Well, we've moved all of your stuff to a new cabin. You're now in Cabin 12 which is a single unit. It's a little bigger than your old place and it's still in the lower campus. Just go past your old place and you'll see it," Bert told the man.

"I can show you Uncle Adam, I've been sleeping there since we moved," Sammy told the man.

"Sleeping there? Not alone!" Adam said.

"No Uncle Adam we never sleep alone. David slept with me the first night and Jesse and David and Brian slept with me last night.

"Just boys?" Adam asked the boy.

"No, Uncle Sid stayed with us too! We had a lot of fun!" the little boy said very excitedly.

"Naturally!" Adam replied as he ruffled the boy's hair. Once again, Sammy giggled as he started to climb off the mans lap.

"Where did this come from?" Adam said as the boy stood up and turned around. Adam brought the boy back towards him and felt the scratch along the boy's buttock and upper calf.

"We tipped over in the canoe yesterday and it scraped me when I went into the water," Sammy replied.

"It don't hurt Uncle Adam," the little boy told the man.

Adam watched as the boy bounded down the steps to the car. Except for the red scrape on the boy's bottom, he had a flawless body devoid of blemishes or tan lines. Like most of the rest of the boys in camp, he diligently avoided clothing whenever possible, and a visitor just might think they stumbled upon a nudist camp for children.

"It's just a camp war wound," Bert said as the two men stood up.

"Saturday night Bivouac tonight Adam, are you joining us or are you too tired?"

"I'm never too tired for Bivouac Bert. Besides, I think if I didn't go and take Sammy, he'd go find another Uncle to bunk with."

Now it was time for Bert to chuckle. "I don't think there's much chance of that, Sammy slept with me the first night you were gone and that usually doesn't happen unless a boy is mighty unhappy."

Adam nodded, but also knew the man wasn't telling the complete truth. Bert was a child care expert that knew what a boy thought before the boy did. The man had a Ph.D. in Early Childhood Education and unlike most of his counterparts, he actually knew children and worked directly with them. Bert wasn't 'book smart and reality dumb'. He actually knew what he was talking about and how to deal with a child.

"Well, I'm going to stay on the safe side and take him anyway," Adam replied.

By the time Adam returned to his car, it was littered with Pokemon card wrappers and a group of probably eight boys were sitting in it sorting through piles of cards. Adam didn't understand one single thing about what the boys were discussing concerning the cards, all he knew was that those stupid things made boys very happy. Scooting one boy away from a very wet, soggy drivers seat, Adam climbed into the car with Sammy immediately sitting on his lap as doors closed and the car tooled down the trail along the camp lake towards Cabin 12 with the boys totally engrossed in their cards while Sammy steered the car almost straight down the trail towards their new home for the next five weeks.

Cabin 12 sat just off the trail overhanging the lake. The front end sat level to the trail while the back end sat on pilings to compensate for the slope of the land going down to the lake. Like his first cabin, this one had a wrap around porch completely surrounding it. It also had a fireplace and a large outdoor barbecue. The cabin, like all the cabins in the camp, was surrounded by very old tall pine trees and other than the lake and trail, no other buildings were visible. The camp was designed for seclusion, and if you didn't travel down the trail, you were 'alone.'

While half the boys never left the back seat of the car and their cards, Adam and the other half emptied the car of his worldly possessions. Naturally, the boys gave them a very good inspection first once they got the bags inside and practically tore the luggage open. Adam sat there and watched as piece by piece, every piece of clothing and article the man owned was very carefully scrutinized, evaluated and promptly discarded for the next article in the luggage. When everything was put away, the boys looked around.

"What now Uncle Adam?" Sammy asked.

The man looked around.

"I guess I'm home!" he said as he took off his shirt and then his pants and underwear.

"Let's go swimming," he said as his shoes and socks hit the floor. Pokemon was abandoned for the lake, even by the boys in the back seat.

As Adam and the boys turned over two canoes and a rowboat that sat upside down on the shoreline, boats and boys scurried out onto the lake as Adam swam for the raft that was anchored just offshore. Climbing up the ladder, he took a few dives into the water off the board and then laid down on his stomach letting the late afternoon sun warm and dry him off as Sammy and Brian had a contest to see which one could make the biggest 'cannonball' and soak the man just a tiny bit more. Adam watched the two boys and kept the other boys in the water around him under surveillance as he 'complained' to the boys about getting wet which naturally increased the effort on the boys parts by ten fold.

Sammy was smaller than his friend Brian who was 11 years old. Brian is your average 11 year old, maybe a little quieter, maybe a little shorter. What was not average was Brian's genitals and body hair. He was shaving, he had some chest hair, he had pubic hair and he had the penis and testicles of a fully grown man. Brian is what is known as a 'Precocious Child.' Brian's medical condition brought him to Green Tree, and now it was part of Adam's job to guide Brian and the other boys through their childhood along with the rest of the school's staff.

Sammy on the other hand, had a normal body for an eight year old, he had no pubic hair, he had no enlarged genitals or facial hair, yet he was diagnosed as having 'Precocious puberty' just as Brian had and delivered to Green Tree along with probably 95 percent of the rest of the boys who were exactly like him. As Adam lay there watching both boys, he knew that nature had made one of them, but man had made the other.

For probably 15 minutes the two boys splashed Adam as often as they could and Adam was very grateful when they ran out of steam and finally laid down alongside him on the raft as the last of the sun's rays dipped behind the tops of the trees. Adam would have much preferred a boat ride back to shore, but that wasn't going to happen as most boats came back full of water with the boys swimming alongside them pushing them to the shore. Walking back up to the cabin with Sammy back in his arms, the boys gathered up their comics and cards and walked down the trail to their respective cabins to prepare for dinner and bivouac. Adam, Sammy and Jesse remained as the three walked back into the cabin.

"Uncle Dan had to go back to school to do some work, Uncle Adam. He said that I could stay with you if I didn't want to stay in the Bunk House tonight. Can I?" Jesse asked.

"Did you tell Uncle Bert?" Adam asked.

"No," the boy replied.

"Let him know you're going to sleep with me and Sammy at bivouac," Adam told the boy.

Jesse smiled as he retreated to the bathroom.

The boys had long ago become accustomed to showering with their uncles/teachers. It was routine for them at school, and at summer camp, it was even better. The ratio of staff to student was much greater at camp. Now, they not only had more time with their teacher, they had a much greater choice. Unlike Sammy, Jesse wasn't committed to a single teacher, he had grown accustomed to variety and he really liked the options. Jesse had also been with Sammy when Adam first came to camp and had 'tested' the man to become an Uncle. Jesse felt very proud of his role, if not for him; Adam might not be giving him his next shower, or even better, sleeping with him that night.

Adam hadn't showered since the previous night at his parents' house and he was ready for one. The lake was cool and refreshing, but the shower was warm and soothing as Adam sat down in the double sized stall that all the camp cabins contained. With hot steaming water flowing down on them from three directions, Adam washed both boys as they lay on the shower floor stretched out before him.

"I have to go Uncle Adam," Jesse said to the man as the boy's feet were being washed.

"Me too!" Sammy said as he lay there.

Adam smiled to himself as he washed, it dawned on him that he didn't have an erection all afternoon. He didn't have one when he felt Sammy's scrape, he didn't have one as he stripped naked in the cabin and walked down to the lake, he didn't have one on the raft with Sammy and Brian, but he sure as hell had one now! To the boys, when they had to 'go' or 'play', they were requesting to engage. Their brain and hormones were screaming at them and the only relief for them was climaxing. It was the singular reason they were students of the Academy.

"Ok. So I guess that means the showers are over?" Adam said as he stood up erection and all. Both boys smiled as they nodded their heads.

"Uncle Adam, you don't have to drown us every time we go to bed!" Jesse said as he stood up and walked into the bedroom. As Jesse laid down on the bed, Adam came in with Sammy following him.

"No, but it's nice to know that I'm not eating a pound of dirt or smelling little boys butts that reek from horses!"

Both Sammy and Jesse rolled around the bed in fits of giggles as Adam put a pillow down for Sammy. Jesse got up and closed the front door of the cabin. All three now knew that they would not be disturbed, a closed door always meant privacy at camp or school. It was the only reason any door was ever closed to the boys or staff.

Neither boy needed any direction and talk was basically unnecessary. Adam had left the camp for his home in Connecticut three days earlier and had not had sex with anyone including himself during that entire time. While the boys were always ready to engage at the drop of a pair of pants or the sight of another boy's erection, Adam had a normal sexual libido and he was damned lucky if he could perform more than two or three times in a full day. Before coming to the camp, Adam usually climaxed once a day and most of the time that was by masturbating himself to a fantasy he conjured up while doing it. Now, he was living with dozens of boys who were compelled to 'go' a dozen or more times per day as a routine. Wasting himself by masturbating was not only no longer practical; it was downright foolish on his part. Adam was the last person in the world to complain about his new situation.

Picking up Sammy, Adam laid the little boy down on the bed with the boy's buttocks across the pillow. Sammy smiled as he opened his legs while Adam came up between the boy's legs and tucked his arms under the boy as he moved forward. Sammy let out a squeal and giggles as Adam kissed the boys inner thighs on the way up to the boy's groin.

"Uncle Adam, your beard is tickling me!" Sammy said as the man moved up his leg.

"Well, that's your fault for being so beautiful," the man said as he moved into position directly over the boy's erection that was straining for the ceiling. Sammy repositioned his legs and let them lay on top of the man's back as the boy's thighs now cupped both of Adam's ears almost closed. Adam spent a very few seconds studying the boy's genitals. To Adam, Sammy had a very cute little sack that now almost lay flat as the boy's testicles clung tightly to the boy's groin in anticipation of what was coming.

It was close to 7:00 by the time any of the three were ready to leave the bed and get prepared for dinner. The three of them lay on pillows with Sammy curled up alongside Adam's body as Adam studied Jesse's face which was just inches away from his own.

"Why do you keep looking at us like that Uncle Adam?" the boy asked.

Adam reached over and kissed Jesse on the tip of his nose.

"Because I can't believe how lucky I am to have two very handsome little boys so close to me and I want to remember it forever," Adam replied. "I'm burning a picture of you into my brain so I won't ever forget."

Jesse smiled a little. "Boy Uncle Adam, you sure are crazy!"

It was Adam's turn to smile now. "Probably so!" he said to the boy as he kissed him once again.

"It's time to go to bivouac guys," Adam said as he kissed the top of Sammy's head.

It wasn't a huge preparation, Adam slipped into a jock and a fresh pair of shorts as the boys tried to decide if they were even going to bother.

"It's up to you, but it may get a little chilly later and if the bugs come out, you're going to end up with bumps all over your hiney," Adam told the boys. Both giggled as they retreated for some shorts.

"Anybody home?" a voice called up from the front porch. Sammy went racing for the front screen and damned near took it off its hinges as he went out.

"Hi Uncle Sid!" Sammy said as he leaped for the man's chest.

"What's up spunky?" Sid said to the boy as he rapped his arms around the little boy and kissed him.

"Hey, what's that smell?" the man said as he smelled the boy's shoulder.

"Uncle Adam had us in the shower again. He says he doesn't want our hineys smelling like the horses," Sammy giggled.

As the man came into the cabin he sat down in a chair.

"And what's the problem with smelling like a horse?" Sid asked. "Some of my best friends are horse's asses!"

Both boys giggled as Adam threw a towel at his friend. Sid was the first fellow teacher Adam had met when he first arrived and the two hit it off instantaneously.

"I came over to go to bivouac with you," Sid told Adam.

"How was your trip?"

"Great, I got everything done I needed to," Adam replied as he threw a pair of shorts to the man. As Sid put them on Sammy, he looked over at Jesse.

"Where's Uncle Dan?" he asked the boy.

"He had to go back to school to look at some new textbooks," Jesse replied.

"Is anybody staying with you tonight Uncle Sid?" he asked the man.

"Not that I know of yet," the man replied.

"Good, than I can!" Jesse said with a big smile.

"Well, do you smell like a bar of soap too?" Sid asked the boy.

Jesse smiled.

During the school year, Sid was a teacher to the boys. During the summer, he was both a counselor and the man in charge of the camp stables. Like most summer camp stable masters, he was probably the most popular counselor in camp because this man controlled the object of the boy's most popular activity, horse back riding. Sid had been a staff member at Green Tree for very close to 25 years. Before that he was a student himself of the school. The man literally grew up at Green Tree and he was also diagnosed with 'Precocious puberty' at age 4. Now at 48, Sid's entire life evolved around Green Tree and its boys. Sid not only knew and understood the boys, he was one of 'them' and they knew it.

All boys knew that by the time they left bivouac, it would be pitch black out. With flashlights in hand, both boys walked down the trail in front of the two men lighting their way to dinner. Adam smiled and once more remembered his childhood camp days. The flashlights were very useful in the dark, but around 7:00 at night in summertime, there's just not too much use for them as both boys greeted other boys who joined them on the walk by shining the lights in each others eyes in recognition of each other.

Saturday night was always bivouac night at camp, it was a time when the greater majority of the campers and staff all ate dinner together and then a bonfire was started and the boys had a sing-along after taking a swim. Probably the only difference between Green Tree and any other camp was the fact that once the boys hit the lake, clothes were generally history for the balance of the night. Dinner was always an outdoor barbeque and as with all boys, the food was worn almost as well as it was eaten. By sunset, Adam lay down on the grass by the lake's edge with Sammy sitting on top of the man like he was a horse and singing like he was on a crusade.

Adam watched with his head propped up on his arm as the light from the bon-fire shimmered off Sammy and the rest of the boy's bodies periodically giving the boys an orange/red glow as they sat there and sang. Adam closed his eyes as he brought himself back to his own camp days as a very young boy, it was exhilarating to him to know what these boys were now experiencing.

Tradition at camp was for each new counselor to bring a new song to the boys at bivouac to add to the camp repertoire of songs. Adam thought long and hard as he listened to the songs the boys already knew. He also knew that whatever song he did bring to the campfire might last for years and even decades to come. At his camp as a boy, some of those songs were first brought to camp 30 and 40 years previous. It was a very serious matter for anyone who knew anything about camp.

This was Adam's third bivouac and he diligently listened to all the songs the boys knew. He elected to teach them an old camp song called This Little Light of Mine. It naturally came from his own camp background, and it was, admittedly, Christian in tone. The tune was very quick and easy to learn and it fit the camp spirit. Adam adapted the phrases to Green Tree specifically, and it's sung at bivouac to this day. It made Adam happy because it made Sammy proud of the man he chose to live and stay with.

It was almost 10:00 by the time the group disbanded and began walking back to their respective cabins. It was a perfect time to have a flashlight handy walking along the trail and both Sid and Adam were happy they had two. Unfortunately, the batteries were now dead as both men tucked them back into their waistbands and smiled very knowingly. Just about every counselor had a sleeping boy rapped up in his arms including Adam and Sid as the two men walked down the very dark and moonlit trail. As both men walked, they listened to the sound of sleeping boy and smelled camp fire chicken with a hint of barbeque sauce coming from both boys.

"Well, it sure beats horses," Adam said.

Sid just smiled.

"Are you happy with your decision?" Sid asked Adam as they walked. Adam thought about the question for probably five or ten seconds; a long time when you're walking along in dead quiet.

"Two weeks ago I would have told somebody they were fucking crazy if they suggested I would be where I am right now," Adam began.

"I always figured I'd work at my job for a few years, maybe start my own accounting firm someday and marry and have kids and retire to Florida about 40 years down the road," Adam told his friend.

"Now, I can't think beyond taking care of this little boy and being with him. It's as if he owns me lock, stock and barrel and that's perfectly all right with me. Does that make any sense to you?" Adam asked his friend.

"To me it makes perfect sense," Sid replied.

"Two weeks ago you were an accountant. Today you're a teacher."

As Adam lay Sammy down on the bed, the boy stirred somewhat and then turned himself on his side and fell back to sleep. Adam toyed with the idea of taking the little boy into the shower, but he looked much too peaceful to roust out of bed. True, he smelled of chicken and sauce, but they worse things to smell and morning showers would cure the problem of both the chicken and the impending flood that he damned well knew he was going to be involved in before the sun came up. Pulling a sheet up and covering the boy, Adam went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth and took the last piss of the night. He didn't know why, he was going to be soaked in piss before the sun came up, but what the hell.

Adam turned out the light and slid the glass door open for some fresh air. The lake was dead calm and the moon was somewhere off to the west but it still reflected some light to the ground between the tall tree branches and somewhere across the lake, two owls were conversing every few minutes as Adam stood on the back porch not really thinking or concentrating on anything in particular, just soaking up the serenity that lay out before him. As it always did, it brought back faint echoes of boys playing in his mind. The boys were his friends, and he was once again a little boy of 12 without a care in the world.

Adam awoke to the sound of a summer downpour hitting the roof and flowing off the window shutters. It was a gray and dark Sunday morning and a little bit damp as he reached down by his feet and pulled up a comforter at the foot of the bed and covered himself and Sammy up as he pulled the still sleeping boy into his lap and curled his body up in back of the child. With his nose pressed into the boy's hair, he smelled the distinct odor of Johnson's Baby Shampoo, a slight hint of chicken and the definite odor of Sammy's pee. Sammy's very curly long blond hair hung down in rivulets from the boys head and covered his neck almost to his shoulders. The boy began to stir as he awoke.

"It's raining," the boy said as he put his hand on top of Adam's.

"Yes, it looks like this is going to be a lazy day," Adam replied.

"What's that?" Sammy asked.

"Well, today sounds like the kind of day when we sit back and do whatever we want; we just can't do it outside," Adam replied.

"Like what?" the little boy asked.

"Well we can start a fire in the fireplace and have a nice quiet breakfast after showers," Adam told the boy.

Sammy was calm and mellow right up until Adam mentioned 'fire.'

"Let's!" Sammy exclaimed as he leaped from the bed. Well so much for 'lazy' Adam thought to himself as he stripped the bed of its covers, pillows, blankets and huge yellow stained sheets. Adam looked at the circle that was probably three feet [90 cm] across. He didn't know a boy's bladder held that much water.

After a fire was started, Adam and Sammy headed for the showers. It wasn't Sammy's favorite activity, but he very much enjoyed being washed by Adam or any other staff member for that matter. As far as the boy was concerned it took too long and wasted a whole lot of time, but it did feel really good when the man had him lay down and soaped him up. Besides, when he showered in the morning he could 'play' and that was critically important to the boy since he remembered anything in his very young lifetime.

The showers in camp were always oversized affairs. Most camps had stalls that a person should barely stand in when showering and even turning themselves around in it was a chore. These showers always had heads on three sides and four to six very compatible kids could shower at one time very easily. Now, with only Sammy and Adam in the shower, the little boy sat on the man's stomach resting his back against the man's legs as Adam shampooed and washed the boy until he practically sparkled.

Sammy knew his favorite part of shower time was now approaching as Adam took the boy's erection in his hand and lowered the boy down flat on his legs. As Sammy closed his eyes, the man satisfied a need the boy was feeling deep within himself since awakening. Sammy never recovered from climaxing immediately. Adam remembered when he was a little boy like Sammy and he masturbated, his pants would be pulled back up and he'd be out the back door ready to play before his penis went back to sleep. Sammy on the other hand lingered as if to savor the moment. After he climaxed, he wanted to be held until he went soft again, he didn't want to speak and he didn't want to open his eyes. Wham, bam thank you ma'm was never going to be in Sammy's vocabulary.

It was a good five minutes before Sammy opened his eyes again, which told Adam he was ready for the morning to begin once again. Adam pulled the boy's legs up past him as the boy's groin reached Adam's stomach. His now flaccid penis sat soft on the boy's tummy and his testicles had finally retreated to the bottom of his scrotum knowing they were at rest for the time being. Adam leaned forward and kissed the boys pink penis gently. Sammy said nothing; his Uncle was always kissing his penis for no reason.

After showers, Adam made a pot of coffee and put together a bowl of Rice Crispies and banana's while Sammy very diligently stoked the fire. With Sunday morning cartoons on, Sammy sat in front of Adam on the bed while chomping down his cereal and having his hair brushed while the rain continued to pour down in buckets.

The sound of a bar of bells from an old ice cream truck broke Adam's concentration as he brushed the boy's hair.

"That's Uncle Sid!" Sammy said as his eyes never left the tv screen.

"Y'all decent?" Sid called out from the front porch as Jesse opened the screen door wearing a rain poncho and looking like a drowned rat.

"Hi Uncle Adam!" the boy said as the poncho hit the floor and the boy walked into the kitchen for some food.

"Morning Sid," Adam said as the man came into the cabin and removed his poncho.

"Man, the rains pouring into the lake out there," Sid said as he bent over and gave Sammy a kiss.

"Whatcha doin tiger?" he asked the boy.

"Uncle Adam just keeps brushing my hair over and over," Sammy said as his eyes still stayed glued to the tv.

"I didn't hear any complaints until now!" Adam said. Sammy giggled as Jesse came in with a cup of coffee for Sid. And then gave Adam a kiss as he retreated back to the kitchen for his bowl of cereal.

"Is it going to let up?" Adam asked his friend.

"They say it will stop around noon," Sid replied.

"Are you going to Vespers?" he asked.

Adam had hoped the question of Vespers wasn't going to come up. Adam wasn't an atheist, but he wasn't overly religious either. He found most people involved in religion to be almost as hypocritical as lawyers, judges and politicians. To him, there was very little difference. Were it not for the boys, he wouldn't even consider going.

"I will let Sammy decide," he told his friend.

"Fair enough," Sid replied.

Now with two boys glued to the tv screen, Adam and Sid retreated to the living room as Adam put on a pair of shorts.

"Bert has scheduled a meeting for this afternoon right after lunch for new staff. I'll chair the meeting. It's just going to be you, Geoffrey and Kurt attending," Sid said.

"With your accounting background, Bert thinks you'd be great at teaching math. What's your preference?" he asked.

"Math is fine. Will I be teaching one grade?" Adam asked.

"No, we don't separate boys by grade, only by age. All intermediate boys are schooled together in classes of 20 boys. You'll have three classes a day in math in the morning and afternoon tutoring sessions with the boys on an as-needed basis."

As the two men spoke, the door to the bedroom closed.

"That reminds me," Sid said as he took out a small notebook.

"In order for us to come up with a realistic schedule for the boys during the day, we need to have a reasonable idea of how many times they need to go. Bert doesn't need to know who with or anything, he just needs to set class assignments according to the boy's level of frequency," he said.

"During the day or for 24 hours?" Adam asked.

"Just during the day from after breakfast until late afternoon," Sid replied.

"We all assume the boys come to school in the morning satisfied and ready for the day." "How does the school handle it during the day?" Adam asked.

"Well, if a boy tells you he has to go, he's never denied for any reason. The classes are usually 45 minutes long with a fifteen minute break in between. If for some reason he hasn't taken care of business during recess, it's useless to try to keep him on focus in a teaching situation, he's just not going to do it," Sid replied.

"We encourage them to come to class prepared because if one boy asks to go, it snowballs very quickly because the rest of the boys know what's going on and lose focus," Sid told his friend.

Adam understood.

"What about my living arrangements?" Adam inquired.

"We automatically assume you're living with Sammy," Sid responded.

"Each staff member lives with four to eight boys. Unless it's not possible, the boys themselves decide where they're going to live. Sammy has lived with the same three boys now for the past two years. Joey, Spencer and Trevor."

Adam had a very vague recollection of the boys, but he really didn't know them.

"If they choose to stay together, it's a good idea for you to get to know them before school starts. Your biggest problem will be Spencer, he's highly dependant," Sid told Adam.

"And how would you rate Sammy?" Adam asked.

"Compared to Spencer, Sammy is totally independent," Sid replied.

"You're going to have your hands and bed full," Sid told his friend.

"Where is Spencer now?" Adam asked.

"Spencer attached to a Junior counselor almost two years ago. The problem is that the counselor is off to college this Fall and won't be back except for vacations and camp for four years. It's not going to be a pretty scene when Anthony leaves," Sid replied.

"Most of our boys don't take separation very well once they've attached."

"We don't know yet that he's going to be staying with me," Adam said.

"No we don't, but once Anthony is gone, Spencer is very likely to fall back to his friends," Sid told Adam. "That means you've got Spencer more than likely. Bert thinks that's exactly what Spencer's going to do."

Adam shook his head. He wasn't sure if he was capable of meeting Sammy's needs.

"I'd like to see this boy," Adam said.

"That's easy, he's the only red headed freckle faced boy we have," Sid replied.

It now clicked in Adam's head; he had seen the boy before when he brought Sammy's belongings to the cabin when Sammy first moved in with Adam.

The door to the bedroom reopened and Jesse went into the kitchen returning with two glasses full of milk.

"Are you going to Vespers?" Sid asked.

"No," Jesse replied.

"I'll be back to pick you up, I have to see some people there," Sid replied.

With a kiss, Jesse was back to the tv as Sid put his poncho back on.

"Have fun!" Sid said as he disappeared out the door.

Adam smiled as he threw a few logs on the fire and returned to the bedroom. Picking up the hair brush, he sat back in his bed and pulled Jesse into his lap. Brushing the boy's hair, Jesse sat back on Adam's chest as if he was resting himself back into a couch full of goose down pillows.

"Now if Uncle Sid were here, you'd be complaining your face off!" Adam said to the boy.

Jesse just giggled as he snuggled in even deeper.

The boys remained totally engaged with the tv while Adam spent a good part of the next hour or so picking up the cabin. It wasn't his favorite activity, but little boys made tons of dishes, and cleaned none of them Adam observed as he washed. They also made tons of laundry and didn't seem to know what a laundry hamper looked like. Close to 11, two carts came pulling up to the cabin with a warning beep as they approached.

"Why does everybody keep doing that?" Adam asked Jesse as two people from housekeeping came up the stairs.

"It's the rule Uncle Adam, nobody can come to somebody's cabin without letting the people know. We might be playing!" he told the man.

"It's like closing the door," Sammy said with a smile.

"Adam, we brought you a cart. Do you want us to take your car to the parking lot or should we?" A boy of about 17 asked as they picked up the dirty laundry and left new stacks.

"I think the car is empty, if you want to drive it you can," Adam told the boy as he handed him the keys.

Sammy and Jesse were now on another mission. Each teacher had a golf cart to drive around in because the camp did not want cars moving around boys who were paying no attention whatsoever to them. The boys could drive the carts only with a staff member and the rain had slowed to a drizzle as both boys pestered Adam to go 'riding'. With an hour to kill before lunch, Adam agreed as both boys piled in.

"Let's go by the Recreation Hall and we can see if Uncle Sid is done," Adam suggested. Adam wanted to see more than Sid; he was on a mission to study Spencer from a distance.

Vespers were already out by the time Adam and the boys reached the Hall, and Sid was surrounded by the usual gaggle of boys as they sat by the lake awaiting lunch time. With the sun now breaking out from the clouds, it was going to be a hot and humid day Adam knew, it was already getting hot enough to lose his shirt as he took it off and put it in the cart.

Standing with Sid he saw Spencer for the first time walking towards the lake with a tall boy holding his hand while the two chatted away. The boy was the same age as Sammy, but probably a little bigger. He had bright red hair with freckles and when he talked, dimples appeared in his cheeks. He was a good looking boy with brown eyes, but not what Adam considered cute. He was a boy more like Tom Sawyer, not like Freddy Bartholomew or Mark Lester or even Sammy Adam thought to himself. This boy looked like he should be climbing a tree or riding down a ramp on a bicycle at break neck speed. In a line-up, this boy would be picked first on your baseball team. At first glance, he didn't look anything like what being described to Adam, yet Adam knew that when it came to boys, few knew them better than Sid or Bert.

"It's the calm before the storm," Sid said as he noticed Adam looking at Spencer.

"Take Sammy over there and you'll probably get to meet him. I'd keep it very casual if I were you," he told Adam.

Picking Sammy up, Adam walked near the boy without saying anything to Sammy. As they approached Sammy saw his friend.

"Hi Spencer!" Sammy called out.

"Hi!" Spencer replied as he turned around. Adam watched as the boy smiled at his friend and then looked at Adam. Adam read nothing into the boys look, it was a quick glance, and then the boy was back to his Junior Counselor. On the way back to Sid, Adam asked Sammy who Spencer was.

"He's my friend; we live together at school with Joey and Trevor," Sammy replied.

"Are you going to live together this year?" Adam asked.

"I don't know, I guess so, sure," Sammy replied.

"I'm living with you right?" Sammy asked the man.

"Well, I certainly hope so!" Adam responded. Sammy smiled.

"Well?" Sid asked his friend.

"What's the process on how these kids chose who to live with? I know they decide, but how? When?" Adam asked the man. Sid smiled.

"Kids have their own way of communicating and rarely keep adults informed," he replied.

"Sammy's made a choice to live with you and the other kids will know that in short order if they don't already. Then it's up to them to decide if they stay with Sammy, find a staff member of their own, or go with a new group. As far as I know, Joey and Trevor haven't committed to anyone, but that could change. We've still got five weeks of camp before we go back to school," Sid told his friend.

"But you know that Spencer's going to have a problem when Anthony leaves for college, you can't just be sitting back waiting for him to be sitting there alone," Adam replied.

"No, Bert is working with Anthony to make sure Spencer is covered, but it's really Spencer's choice and one that he's not ready to make yet. You have to understand, to us, five weeks is a glitch in time. To Spencer, it's damned near forever!" Sid told his friend.

"If I were in your shoe's I'd put a bug in Sammy's ear to get him to find out what Joey and Trevor are going to be doing. Both boys are very compatible with Sammy and you won't have a problem with either one of them. If all three elect to go with you, Spencer will probably follow unless he spins himself into too much of a depression over Anthony," Sid told his friend.

"What if he does?" Adam asked.

"If Bert thinks he's a threat to himself, he'll be placed with a Crises Team. We won't see him again until he's bonded with one of those team members and no longer wants to jump off a bridge!"

"Do you think he'd really do that?" Adam asked.

"I left the orphanage with 20 boys in 1960," Sid told his friend. "Four of us are still alive, seven killed themselves before they turned 20. The leading cause of death for Geppetto boys is suicide, given no alternative, he'd jump!" Sid responded.

Lunch that day for Adam wasn't all that much fun. Still, he didn't even know if Spencer was even going to be living with him or not. His biggest fear was that if the boy did decide to go with him, he wasn't up to the task of being able to take care of him. Adam had never been around talk about suicide in his life. Now, it was practically taken for granted. Deep down, Adam was hoping Spencer would choose another teacher or opt to live in a dorm of boys other than his. He was frankly afraid of the boy and didn't feel that he was up to the task.

The center of camp attention as far as the boys were concerned was always the stables, quickly followed by the go kart track that encircled the upper camp. The lower camp contained the lake and about two dozen cabins around it along with a large building used as a Meeting/Recreation Hall. The rest of the buildings contained the camp kitchen, laundry, housekeeping and grounds keeping services. Other than the lake, the upper camp was the primary focus for the boys, it had the pool, Go Karts, all sports areas and three dozen horses that very rarely spent any time during the day without two boys on top of them. With roughly 60 boys at camp and another 25 staff, the horses earned their oats. Sid had four Junior Counselors who assisted him with the stable and after making sure the schedule of riding for the afternoon was set, he and Adam left for the meeting at the camp office.

The Education of Adam

"I'm sure Bert gave you three the short version of what's involved, now's the time to start asking questions and you'll probably find out that one question answered begets ten more," Sid began.

"You already know that Green Tree is a school for boys. Our boys are a tad different than your average boy; most of them sexually interact multiple times per day. They're not out in open society because it would be harmful for them and it would be harmful for those they came into contact with. They're also a huge embarrassment to Uncle Sam and that puts them in extreme danger," Sid told the new staff members.

"Let's begin at the beginning; 'The Geppetto Project'," Sid said as he put his feet up on the table and sat back.

"The Geppetto Project was started in 1947 by Uncle Sam. They named it for the puppet maker in Pinocchio. Uncle Sam always had a sense of humor; Geppetto seemed to fit the situation since what was being produced were men who could be 'manipulated' into fucking machines.

Uncle Sam had projects after the war for just about everything the Germans were doing during the war, and one of those projects was to make soldiers who could re-populate a captured country in double quick time. The babies produced would then become slaves to the Master Race and everybody would be happy if you lived in Germany.

Problem was, the Germans lost the war and the scientists from Germany still alive were divvied up between us and the Russians. Most of the projects worked out well for Uncle Sam, we went to the moon thanks to the Germans, we made even bigger and better bombs thanks to the Germans, and we found out how to make men who could fuck like rabbits.

In 1947 Uncle Sam closed an airbase in Idaho and filled the Quonset huts on the base with 100 boys that they had gathered from orphanages around the country. The boys ranged in ages from five to twelve. By 1948 the boys were being tested with the new serum the Germans were working on. One shot a week for three weeks and the boys were climaxing in clinical studies once an hour around the clock if they were kept awake. The scientists knew they had succeeded; they even changed the name of the boys living quarters. They weren't 'huts' anymore, they were 'hutches'.

After another 12 to 16 months, some of the oldest boys began to reach puberty and the scientist were overjoyed to discover that the boys sperm was extremely fertile. They had complete success. They could make a million G.I. Joes faster than the communists could kill us if they needed to.

Then things went wrong. The boys were being taken care of by matrons. That wasn't a problem when they were little boys but once they became sexually viable, the matrons were having a baby boom before Uncle Sam realized the boys were the daddies. Once they figured out that the rabbits were screwing the help, they fired the women and brought in men and cured the problem. Or so they thought. Also by 1951, they had all the data they needed and they were faced with the problem of 100 boys who would fuck anything that came anywhere near them. They also had the problem on their hands that the boys were prone to suicide if they were restrained from sexual activity. Uncle Sam solved the problem with castration, lobotomy's, insane asylums and 'voluntary' suicide. Eight of the original 100 boys who got off the train in Boise are alive today.

Uncle Sam was happy, and had a stock pile of serum if needed and closed the hutches down. Geppetto was disbanded in 1952. In that same year, 18 new cases of 'Precocious puberty' were recorded in and around Boise. Every single male child of the matrons were rabbits if they were conceived by the Geppetto boys. The Germans didn't know it, and neither did anybody else at the time, but the genetic code of the boys was altered. Any male off spring of a Geppetto boy has altered genes. All females are not sexually altered, but they pass on the genes through their girls.

What happened is that the gene is passed on exactly the same way hemophilia is today.

Geppetto was re-established by Uncle Sam in 1954, but this time, to find a way to stop the spread. The problem was, they were looking strictly at the male children and the females were ignored until about 1965 when new rabbits began appearing from the original females born in the early 1950s. By then, it was too late, the genie was out of the bottle and the hippys were inter mingling with the Geppetto boys. Sex, drugs and rock and roll.

By 1970 the numbers crunchers told tricky dickie that it was too late. They came up with the 'Precocious puberty' dodge to stave off a mass lynching in Washington. Green Tree and other schools like it were started and boys who got into trouble were either sent to prison as perverts, or if they had enough clout or good luck, got sent to a school until a 'cure' could be found by good old Uncle Sam.

By the mid 1980s Uncle Sam thought he had a miracle cure for the Geppetto boys, it was called aids. The world saw the first dead man in the Congo die from fucking monkeys in the jungle in 1956. He died from aids. They convinced Ronny if he sat on his hands and did nothing, he could get rid of all fags, drug users and Geppetto boys at the same time. Now Ronny was a little timid because he wanted his legacy to shine on a fucking lot longer than Adolf's or Dick's had. He didn't want to be for, he didn't want to be against. For him, it was a win-win situation. Ronny did and said nothing, and by 2020 100 Million people will be dead around the world, but we still have fags, drug users and Geppetto boys.

Your job is to keep the boys separated and out of trouble with the general population, to educate them and to keep them from harming themselves. If you have to do it by sexually engaging with them, so be it. Personally, I don't think there's going to be any cure found for our boys. If they can't come up with a cure for the socially accepted hemophiliac child, our boys don't stand a chance," Sid concluded.

Adam, Geoffrey and Kurt sat in Bert's office without any one of them speaking for a good minute or so. Adam felt completely drained of all emotion. When he did speak, it was a personal question more than anything. "If the Project was reopened to find a cure, how did you become altered in 1959?" Adam asked his friend.

"I was one of 20 boys in the very last group of orphans that received the serum vaccine instead of contracting the alteration through our mothers. Once the scientists got back together in 1954, they figured they could alter the effect by diluting the dose of serum that the original boys had received. Every six months they received 20 new boys as guinea pigs and kept trying to reduce the effects. It took them until 1959 to realize that any amount of serum was enough, it was like crack cocaine; a little or a lot, you were fucked on the first try," Sid told the men.

"By 1959 they had another 200 boys on their hands and Uncle Sam couldn't find ways fast enough for the boys to pull the plug on themselves. Those that weren't gracious enough to go away by their own hand were usually castrated or lobotomized."

Adam listened to his friend and had to ask the next question.

"Did that happen to you?"

"No," Sid replied.

"I was saved from being castrated along with four of the boys that I arrived with at the Mental Hospital by an orderly who snuck us out one night in a laundry bin. We stayed with him for four month's at his family's summer home on Block Island."

"Why did he do that?" Geoffrey asked.

"First, because he loved us. Secondly, his father was a State Assemblyman from Suffolk County and had a shitload of pull both in Albany and Washington. Joe blow off the street would have been blown away by the Feds if he did what our Uncle did, and he knew that. Uncle Kenny got his Father to make a deal with the Feds not to cut any of our nuts off including his own and we were sent to a private school in New Hampshire until Green Tree opened its doors."

"What happened to your Uncle Kenny?" Adam asked.

"He went with us to New Hampshire as our dorm father then stayed with us at Green Tree when we were transferred there. He died of natural causes in 1994," Sid responded.

"He did what he did mostly because he loved us. Like you, he wasn't personally touched by this situation but simply loved boys too fucking much to allow them to be turned into garbage from a Project that should never have been allowed in the first place. If it weren't for him, I'd most probably be dead and so would the other boy who is still alive today," Sid told the three men.

"There are two kinds of Uncles at Green Tree Academy known to the boys. There are Inside Uncles and Outside Uncles. The boys know me as an Inside Uncle because I'm one of them. Then there are Outside Uncles. You three are Outside Uncles to the boys," Sid told Adam and the two other men.

"Just like we did when we were little boys, these boys depend upon their Outside Uncles to keep them safe. Uncle Kenny was an Outside Uncle and he literally risked his life to save ours. Every one of these boys know about Uncle Kenny, I make damned sure of it!

Now that you know about the past, let's move on to the future," Sid told the group.

"Camp ends in five weeks and we return to Florida for the school year. You have the next five weeks to get to know as many boys as you can before camp ends. You'll be in daily contact with them after our return so spread yourselves thin, and enjoy the summer. The best time to ask questions about the boys is now, and any staff will be happy to answer any questions."

The meeting broke up with hundreds of questions being asked, but the one question Adam had was how could his government possibly do this and get away with it? Sid smiled as the two walked from the meeting back to the stables.

"Uncle Kenny told me when I was still in High School that Geppetto was the very tip of the iceberg when it came to what they were doing in secret," Sid told his friend.

"You have to remember, we were always taught as very small children that only the Russians, or only the Chinese, or only the Communists did things in secret against their citizens. Shit, who do you think taught them!" Sid said as they climbed the hill to the upper camp.

"Adam, who did this or who did that no longer matters here. What matters is us taking care of these boys and keeping them safe and happy. Everything else is bullshit!" Sid said to his friend as they neared the stables.

"Uncle Adam!" Sammy yelled down from the loft window in the barn as he pushed out some hay to the horses below. Adam looked up as the boy let go of a forkful of hay.

"Looks like he don't stink of soap anymore," Sid said as he went into the corral. Adam smiled for the first time that afternoon as he waved to the little boy. Adam followed the man into the corral as Sid adjusted the girth on a horse that two boys sat on.

"I don't have any concerns about Sammy, but frankly, Spencer scare's the piss out of me," Adam said as they led the horse out past the gate.

"That's probably a good call," Sid responded.

"But again, I'd concentrate on Joey and Trevor. If you end up with Spencer, having Joey and Trevor there along with Sammy is going to make your life a whole lot easier. It probably wouldn't hurt to get you together with Anthony as often as possible. Spencer's going to stay glued to Anthony as long as he can and as the summer progresses even more so, but we can always hope for some kind of continuity factor to kick in."

Adam looked at his friend.

"Sid, I just told you the kid scare's the piss out of me."

"Yes, they do have their way about them don't they!" Sid replied.

"Seriously Adam, knowing Spencer as well as we do, the best possible situation is for him to stay with his three friends," Sid said.

"The staff will be there to support you all the way and the only alternative for him is the Crisis Team. We'll keep him alive, but the only way we can do it is to make him highly dependant on one of us. He'd just be trading one single adult for another single adult. The longer that persists, the harder it will be for him to become independent," Adam still felt uneasy, but he agreed to try.

For reasons Adam would never be able to understand, he spent the next hour or so watching Sammy and at least another dozen or so boys shovel horseshit around like they were digging for gold. Happy smiling faces adorned each boy as the shit and old straw flew into the wagon, the boy's hair, the boy's backs, and everywhere in between. Adam understood boys and mud, but mud didn't stink, and mud didn't draw some of the biggest nastiest flies Adam had seen since his old camp days.

"Ain't it just a purty sight?" Sid said as he came over to Adam and sat down on the fence rail next to Adam.

"It's going to take me an hour to get him clean!" Adam replied. Sid smiled.

"And I'm betting that's just going to depress the shit out of you having him laying there on the shower floor!" Adam laughed.

"Oh, so you're doing this to make me happy huh?" Adam said to his friend.

"Shit no, I'm doing this because if they don't, I have to!" Sid responded with a chuckle.

"Ok, men, let's put some water on it!" Sid told the boys. One by one, each of the boys stood underneath a shower head alongside the barn and turned themselves around and around until the last piece of straw floated off their bodies. With bodies glistening in the sun, two men and a group of boys headed back down to the lower camp. Adam had a great time walking back down off the hill from the upper camp. right up until Sammy lifted his arms. As Adam sat the little boy on his shoulders, he looked over to his friend. Sid got close to Sammy and smelled the boy's leg.

"Sea biscuit?" he asked with a small grin on his face. Little Sammy giggled.

On the way back to the cabin the subject of dinner came up and the decision of the boys and Sid was to get together and have a 'make your own pizza' party. Sid split from the group as they neared the kitchen and let the kitchen know they would need pizza makings for probably two dozen. Sid knew that these parties always mushroomed once the word got out among the boys. Sid also knew that the party turned someone's cabin into a wreck. That's probably why Adam was going to be hosting the party tonight at his cabin and not at Sid's.

Sammy's shower took all of 45 minutes before Adam was happy and by the time the first boys began arriving, so did two cart's from the kitchen with portable tables and chairs that were set up on the porch.

"You sure are a brave one." One of the kitchen boys said as they assembled the tables and chairs and put the food in the cabin.

"Brave? I don't understand," Adam said as he helped bring in the food.

"Uncle Sid set him up. He doesn't know yet!" Another kitchen boy told the first.

"Know what?" Adam said getting very curious.

"You'll see," the boy replied as they both giggled and left. Adam watched as both boys rode up the trail giggling and laughing to each other.

"What are they talking about Sammy?" Sammy shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know Uncle Adam," he told the man.

The primary purpose of the get together at Adam's was to draw together Joey, Trevor, Sammy and Spencer. It gave Adam a great opportunity to observe the four of them together. As dinner progressed, Adam did a whole lot of observing and pretty much liked what he saw. All four boys were extremely compatible, all roughly the same age and with the same basic interests. Adam could envision keeping all four together, the key was going to be Spencer; that was clear from the boy's reluctance to stray very far from Anthony all evening. Adam had everything pretty much under control right up until the pizza makings came out.

Adam wasn't a neat freak, but he wasn't a fan of flying pizza sauce either. As the dinner progressed, flour, pizza dough, pizza sauce, cheese, sausage, pepperoni, peppers, mushrooms, adorned the floor, the walls, the stove, the sink, and mostly everything the boys touched including the seat on the toilet. Adam nodded his head as he slipped next to Bert on the front porch talking to a group of staff members and Junior Counselor's.

"I think the words the kitchen boy used were 'Uncle Sid set him up.' You wouldn't know anything about that would you Sid?" Adam asked his friend.

"Oh gee no good buddy!" Sid responded. Adam nodded his head.

"Good, next week the parties at your place!" A very loud amount of laughter from the group of men had the boys wanting to know what Uncle Sid did this time.

As closely as Adam was observing Spencer, the boy was observing Adam whenever Sammy and Adam got together. Adam wasn't a huge fan of embracing a human pizza, but whenever Sammy wanted a lift into the man's arms, Spencer was observing very quietly. By about 7:30, Adam had about as much pizza makings on himself as the boys did and a dip in the lake made orange boys pink and brown once again. Adam didn't really have any choice as he stripped and dove in and swam out to the raft to join a dozen boys already there.

"Sammy's going to be living with you back at school," Joey said to Adam as the man sat next to him.

"Yes, Joey," Adam replied.

"Me and Trevor always stay with Sammy at school," the boy responded.

"Yes, Uncle Sid told me that. If you want to stay with Sammy, I would be happy to have you," Adam told the boy.

"And Trevor too?" Joey said.

"Absolutely!" Adam responded. The little boy smiled.

"Are you an Inside Uncle or an Outside Uncle?" Trevor now asked the man.

"Outside," Adam said. Joey and Trevor smiled at each other as Joey grabbed his penis into his hand.

"We sleep in Bunk 4. Can we stay with you tonight?" Trevor asked.

"I don't know how that works. Don't you need to tell somebody?" Adam replied.

"You're more than welcome to stay, but won't somebody miss you?" he said.

"We have to tell our Counselor, but he's right here." Joey replied.

"OK," Adam said. Adam watched as both boys stood up and dove for the beach. As two little asses disappeared under the water, the last thing Adam saw was the underside of the boy's scrotums. Adam knew he needed some cold water very fast as he jumped in and swam around to cool off.

Sid and Jesse were the last remaining dinner guests as the two men wiped down the remaining cabinets and walls as the boys sat on the beds and watched tv.

"Housekeeping will come in the morning and do a deep clean; they know how messy these things can get," Sid told his friend.

"Unlike me right?" Adam said to his friend as he finished his last beer of the night. Sid smiled a little but said nothing as he gave his friend a very quick glance.

"Did you see Spencer's reaction when the boys told Freddy they were staying here overnight and staying with you at school?" Sid asked."

"No, I was out on the raft," Adam replied.

"How did he take it?"

"Tough to read. He didn't outwardly react, but you could see his wheels turning. At least he knows all three of his friends are going to be together and won't be splitting up," Sid replied.

"It clearly plants an option in his head when he's ready to accept the inevitable."

Adam nodded.

"You know what the boys are doing tonight don't you?" Sid now said.

"Probably the same exact thing I'd be doing if I were in their shoes; testing the water," Adam replied.

Sid chuckled a little. "That's one way to put it. Just keep in mind, Sammy considers himself top dog with you, and the green eyed monster might rear its ugly head if he thinks he's not getting the lions share of your attention," Sid advised the man.

"Just like Spencer and Anthony, Sammy's committed himself to you and that goes a whole lot deeper than just a circle jerk with these boys."

Adam thought about the advice. "But Sammy didn't seem to be very possessive with David and Jesse," he replied.

"Sammy hadn't jumped the shark yet. He has now and his rules have changed. He doesn't consider David or Jesse a threat to his relationship with you. We don't know yet if the same holds true for Joey and Trevor," Sid replied.

Adam highly respected the man's ability into being able to 'read' a boy and he took the man's thoughts very seriously.

As Sid rode off with Jesse for the night, Adam returned to the bedroom and turned on the shower as he stripped.

"Ok, my little pepperoni pizza, one more time," he said as he pulled Sammy by the boy's legs down to the end of the bed and put him over his shoulder.

"But Uncle Adam, we already took showers and we went swimming!" Sammy protested hanging down the man's back as Adam walked back into the bathroom.

"True, but the lake doesn't work nearly as well as a shower with soap when it comes to getting grease off a little boy's ass," Adam said as he tapped the boy on his buttocks.

Sammy giggled as Joey and Trevor followed the two into the bathroom with growing erections. Adam laid the boy down on the shower floor as he sat himself down and pulled on Sammy's legs until the two sat groin to groin in a washing position as Adam picked up a bar of soap and began washing the boys stomach and chest with Sammy's penis heading for the ceiling.

"As soon as we get him clean, I'll wash you two OK?" Adam asked the boys as the both of them sat Indian style watching Adam wash their friend. Both boys smiled as they sat there slowly stroking themselves watching Adam's penis as it stood next to Sammy's at full attention.

In ten minutes or so, Sammy sparkled once again as Joey now moved into position in front of Adam. The little boy intently watched Adam as the man soaped up and cleaned the boy from head to feet. Adam left the best for last as he soaped up his hands and began to wash the boys genitals. As Adam brought the boys foreskin down and cleaned the rim, Joey's eyes closed as he took Adam's hand in his and began to masturbate himself.

"He needs to go Uncle Adam," Sammy told Adam as Trevor flipped his body around to Sammy's and both boys buried themselves in each others groins. Adam pulled the boy's body up onto his lap and bending forward, put his hands under the boy's buttocks and raised his hips up as he tasted the boy for the first time.

Joey didn't open his eyes until after Adam shampooed his hair, and even then, the boy sat in Adam's lap with his arms rapped around the man as he was being rinsed off.

"Happy?" Adam asked as the boy was finished.

Joey said nothing, he simply kissed Adam and then moved from his lap as Trevor's turn was about to come. Adam was use to the boys lying down in front of him, Trevor was use to sitting in his washer's lap. As the boy lowered himself onto Adam's penis

The little boy smiled as he began to flex the muscles in his anus and rectum. Trevor had been taught at a very early age how to make his partner climax almost without movement, and Adam now received a very convincing demonstration as he washed the boy's genitals very carefully and thoroughly. Trevor effortlessly withdrew Adam's sperm from his testicles as it was the man's turn to close his eyes in very deep waves of pleasure as the little boys penis danced in his fingers.

Bedtime and sleep for all four came quickly as Sammy lay on top of Adam and Joey and Trevor each had a side of the man. Adam didn't know if he passed the test, but there was no doubt in his mind that the boys most certainly passed his!

Morning broke with the sun coming in through the window. Adam had no idea what time it was, nobody in camp had a clock or watch except in Bert's office. What he did know was that he was sleeping in a small lake. The question wasn't asked of the boys, but Adam now knew that he had three leakers and he wondered if Spencer leaked too. He assumed the answer was yes.

Sammy was more on his side than on top of him and as Adam stirred a little so did Sammy who immediately climbed back up on top of Adam's chest. Adam kissed the boy on the forehead as the boy's eyes slowly opened. He gave a small smile but didn't opt to move except for a slowly expanding penis that lay squashed somewhere around Adam's belly button.

"Do you have to go?" Adam asked the boy.

"No, I have to pee," Sammy replied.

Adam was amazed.

"How could you need to pee? We're laying in a lake of pee," Adam replied.

Sammy giggled a little. "We drank a lot of soda Uncle Adam. Besides, we gotta pee every morning," he told the man.

Adam thought about it for a few seconds. He really didn't want to get up just yet, he rather enjoyed this quiet time with the boy. Drawing Sammy up, he lifted him over and passed his head until the boy's penis got within range.

"So pee," he told the boy as he lowered Sammy down. It took Sammy a few seconds, but Adam soon felt the boys penis expand slightly as the boy released his water and it flowed warm and fast as Adam swallowed. When Sammy was finished he lowered the boy back down to his chest and Sammy's head once again lay flat on his chest.

"Uncle Bert says that when a man does that with a boy it means the man really loves boys," Sammy said "Is that true Uncle Adam?" he asked.

Adam thought for a few seconds.

"Well, there are many ways for one person to show another he loves them. I guess that's one way," Adam replied.

"Did you drink any boy's pee before you came to us?" Sammy asked.

"No, I didn't really sleep with any boys until I came here except at camp when I was a little boy myself," Adam replied.

"Then did you drink pee?" Sammy asked.

"No, you boys were the first," Adam replied.

"Jesse asked me to drink his pee to show him I loved him. So that's what I did," Adam said.

"And me?" Sammy asked.

"If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have a belly full of your pee right now," Adam replied as he tickled the boy on his ribs. Sammy giggled loudly which stirred both Joey and Trevor.

"Come on little man, we have some pee to wash down the drain," Adam said as he arose from the bed.

"Then we can play?" Sammy asked.

"Then we can play," Adam replied as he kissed Sammy on the nose.

Morning showers began quietly enough but as Joey and Trevor joined Adam and Sammy, Joey seemed a bit pre-occupied as far as Adam was concerned. Adam sensed the boy had something on his mind as he sat there and finished up washing Sammy. As Adam moved Sammy beside him to put Joey into a washing position, Joey stayed standing in front of Adam.

"I have to pee Uncle Adam," the boy said.

"OK, you can either pee in the shower or in the toilet Joey which would you prefer?" Adam told the boy. Joey said nothing, he just stood there. A light bulb went off in Adam's brain.

"I'd be willing to bet a certain little boy I know was not completely asleep this morning when Sammy and I were talking," he said to Joey.

"Isn't that right?" he asked. Joey nodded his head yes. And what about Trevor?" Adam asked.

"No, Trevor was asleep but I told him all about it." Joey said somewhat timidly.

Warm lemonade wasn't Adam's favorite thought, but it beat warm piss. Besides, Adam knew that fresh urine is sterile. Very warm, very salty, but something that wasn't going to hurt anybody, as a matter of fact, it could save your life under certain conditions. Adam pulled the little boy towards him.

"Let your water go Joey," he said as the little boy looked down and saw his penis slide into his teacher's mouth and disappear all the way to his tummy.

Trevor stood up in back of Joey with a choke hold on his penis as the little boys head turned bright red sticking out at the end of his small fist. When his turn came, it took him a while before he felt his body allowing his urine to release through his penis as his teacher swallowed it effortlessly. Trevor closed his eyes and studied the feelings. It was as if he was still asleep and dreaming he was peeing. That feeling was somehow always different than just peeing when he was awake, and he now wondered how Adam was making it so different.

Morning play for the boys went better than Adam had hoped for. Trevor and Joey paired up which left Sammy to be satisfied individually by Adam. By far, Sammy's favorite activity was both receiving and performing oral. Particularly receiving which just happened to coincide with Adam's preference as well. Observing this interaction was nothing new to either Joey or Trevor, but both boys immediately realized that for this outside Uncle, it was much more than just a mere act or casual performance. This Uncle liked where he was and loved what he was doing with their friend.

By breakfast time, the boy's interactions told Adam he successfully navigated the night without ruffling Sammy's feathers, if anything Sammy seemed even happier than he usually was. The Jingle of Sid's ice cream bells on his cart had all three boys racing out to meet him and very naturally the very first thing the man heard about was how much Adam loved all three boys. Adam loved the boys' openness, but jesus god, some things have to remain private between two people don't they? Adam questioned.

"You have a hell of a lot of nerve. I hope you're not going to get too close to my horses with that breath of yours!" Sid quipped as he entered the cabin and sat down. Adam threw a piece of toast at his friend.

"Listerine Sid," he said. Sid chuckled as Jesse brought him a cup of coffee and sat down to eat with the other boys.

"You're aware that Joey and Trevor want to move in now?" Sid asked Adam.

"Now?" Adam asked the boys. All three nodded yes. Adam shrugged his shoulders.

"I am now," he said.

I'll have housekeeping send their things over. Boys, after breakfast you'll need to go back to the bunk and put your stuff together. I'll let your Counselor know it's OK," he told the boys.

The next four weeks for the boys was half a lifetime as far as they were concerned. From sun up till sundown they played. And at night, they played a little harder.

By August 20, Anthony was bound for college along with three other boys from the school which was routine for them. All four would be housed together off campus while they attended U. Mass. at Brookline. Adam didn't fully understand the situation, if they were Geppetto boys, how could they be going out into the 'public'. Wouldn't they be screwing everyone's balls off and get found out? Adam asked the usual source, his friend Sid.

"Yes, that's always a risk, but the boys are taught from the earliest age how to deal with the situation. First, they've all had a reversible vasectomy. If a cure is found, they'll be restored. If not, they'll be shooting blanks for the rest of their lives. They know that, most of our boys receive a vasectomy by age 18. If they expect to go to college or leave the school, it's mandatory," Sid told his friend.

"Mandatory?" Adam asked.

"Absolutely!" Sid responded.

"A vasectomy is a whole lot different than castration, and that use to be mandatory," Sid responded.

"You went to college," Adam said to his friend.

"And was one of the first boys to have the operation," Sid replied.

"All the plumbing works exactly the same, it's just not making any new Geppetto boys," he told his friend.

"So why isn't that the cure?" Adam asked. "If every boy gets a vasectomy, sooner or later, there are no more altered boys!" he said to his friend.

"You're forgetting about the carriers," Sid told Adam.

"Every female born from a Geppetto Boy is carrying the gene and passing it on to her daughters as well. They don't even know who they are or how many of them are out there until it's too late. Its why hemophilia has been around for thousands of years!"

"All the vasectomy's do is to stop us from making new babies, we don't want to lay this stuff on anybody else, it just makes us able to look ourselves in the mirror," Sid told his friend. Wouldn't you do the same thing?" Adam nodded his head.

"The boys' second challenge out in open society is to not get themselves involved emotionally with a woman. There's no way in hell that a normal girl is going to be able to keep up with one of our boys, and its unfair for us to expect her to. She'd have to be a nymphomaniac to keep up and that certainly isn't what anybody would call a solid relationship," Sid said.

"Our boys get laid, but they're taught not to take it seriously. It cannot work out. On the outside, most people assume we're either gigolos or gay. Personally, I don't really give a shit what they think," Adam smiled a bit.

"What did they consider you?" he asked. Sid smiled.

"I had the biggest bra collection in Georgetown for six years running!" he responded somewhat nostalgically.

"Why wouldn't you stay out there and start a new life?" Adam asked.

"I considered it. But I'm one of these boys and they're much too much a part of me to be able to walk away from and abandon. I wasn't abandoned by my Uncle as a child and I always figured I owed them for what he did for us. Anthony will be back because he feels the same way," Sid said.

"OK, so where are we with Spencer?" Adam asked.

"Anthony's been working very closely with Bert and the Crises Team concerning Spencer. Spencer won't discuss Anthony's leaving even with Anthony himself. That's not a good sign," Sid told Adam.

"Bert thinks that if Anthony leaves and Spencer stays here. There's going to be hell to pay. The Team agrees. We think the best solution is to move both of them out at the same time," Sid said.

"Anthony moves to Massachusetts on the same day Spencer returns to school." "With who?" Adam asked.

"With Sammy, Joey and Trevor," Sid responded. Adam mulled the last answer around for a few seconds.

"And me?" he asked.

"Sammy, Joey and Trevor are now your responsibility, where they go, you go," Sid said.

"Pack your bags Adam, we're sending you back to school," Adam said with a hint of sarcasm.

"When am I being shipped off to Buffalo?" he asked his friend.

"The school isn't in Buffalo, it's on the other end of the Eastern Seaboard. and Anthony leaves Sunday," Sid responded.

"Three days?" Adam said.

"The Team's been trying to crack Spencer's resistance up until now trying to avoid this move, but Bert feel's its just not going to happen very smoothly," Sid replied.

"I don't get it. If me and the boys are back at school and camp doesn't end for another week, where does all the support come from that you talked about?" Adam asked.

"I'm going to be sitting alone with a suicidal kid who wants to check out because of a situational loss, and the Team thinks this is a good plan?" Adam asked.

"Yes, and for two very important reasons. First, he'll be removed from a place that reminds him constantly of who's not there. Second, he's with three friends who he's lived with for the past many year's in a place that's very familiar to him," Sid said.

"The horses leave for their winter stables on Tuesday and once I close up the stable here, I'll be flying straight down to school on Wednesday, so you'll be alone so to speak for just three days. Let's not forget, there are going to be staff at school when you get there, and if you need help, they're going to be minutes, if not seconds away from you. They know Spencer will be in crisis and he'll be watched like a hawk. We have very special people down there and Spencer knows many of them."

Adam was frankly terrified. He got up and walked around the cabin and then he walked around the cabin again.

"I really appreciate the confidence you have in me, but I don't have it in myself. I've never dealt with or even come close to someone who might commit suicide and if that boy died because of my incompetence I couldn't live with myself," Adam told Sid.

"I want someone around me I know from here at camp. I don't know any of the staff at school and it's not the time for me to be out making social calls."

"Fair enough," Sid replied.

"Let me take it back to the Team and see who we can come up with."

"There's something else," Sid said as he stood up. Adam rolled his eyes, what now he thought to himself.

"Spencer is going horse back riding this morning with Anthony. He's going to 'find' two abandoned puppies along the trail with Anthony when he walks up to the upper campus."

Sid told Adam.

"Puppies?" Adam asked.

"Yes. Bert wants Spencer concentrating on something other than his own loss as soon as possible. It's basic Child Psychology. 101. A little boy and his dog," Sid responded.

"You said puppies, that plural!" Adam responded.

"The second one's going with Anthony to Massachusetts. He's losing someone in this deal to!" Sid told his friend.

Adam agreed with the strategy, but he needed a puppy like he needed a hole in the head at this point in time.

"Anthony and Spencer will have the next three days to bond to the puppies, so by Sunday we should have a little boy too busy with taking care of the puppy than feeling miserable for himself."

"Yeah, and as soon as Spencer's back on his feet, I'm knee deep in dog shit that nobody else wants to clean up!" Adam said to his friend.

"Well, that is a plus I didn't think about when I came up with the idea!" Sid said.

"Thanks good buddy, I'll have to see what kind of an animal I can find for you," Adam replied.

"Pay backs will be a bitch!"

The boys weren't the happiest campers in the world to find out that their summer was going to end one week early, but they weren't unhappy to learn that they would be flying home instead of riding on busses. By bus it was a 14 hour trip back to school, on plane's they didn't care how long it took as long as each one of them got a window seat. The team chose Dan to return with Adam, and Jesse went wherever Dan did.

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