Howdy Doody

The Green Tree Updates

II

Sid comes home

Being a guest at Camp along with several of his brothers from the Vineyards, Stuart's presence meant the availability to the campers of "New blood" for the nights "Play", and that automatically signaled a party for the boys which could exhaust the stamina of a rutting bull. Stuart, to put it mildly, was spent.

"We can make a pot if you'd like, but the best coffee is over at the Mess Hall. Do you want to take a walk?" Adam asked the man as he walked onto the porch.

Moving Chris's head from his chest to the boys pillow, Stuart wormed his way out of the tangled mess of arms, legs and torso's and pulled on a pair of shorts. "What time is it?" He asked as the two men quietly left the sleeping children to their dreams.

"Something between 5:30 and 6:00 I'd guess. We pretty much rely on the bugle calls here." Adam told the man as the two walked out into the breezeless morning air. "Usually Bert is up by now with Christopher and can be found in the Mess Hall. Do you want to stop at the Infirmary and wash up first?" Adam asked his guest.

"I can take a hot shower later, but a quick dip in the lake would be nice." Stuart replied.

Once Stuart felt a little more human, the two men walked along the lake path towards the Mess Hall now some few thousand yards away. "What is your take on Paulie's relationship with Spencer? Do you think it's something Spencer takes seriously, or is this just a passing fancy? I know that from Paulie's perspective, he's convinced he's in love for the rest of his life, but since he is still 13 years old, I'm not sure his emotions are permanently wired yet." Stuart asked.

"If we were dealing with just about any other boy, I would say we can expect an attitude change within 6 month's to two years. Most of these children are paired off and most are extremely committed to each other. There are very few boys here who are "Loners". Spencer isn't a "Loner" by any means, but he chooses partners that are not his peers, but almost always adults. He was with Anthony for 5 years, and would most probably still be with him today, except for the fact that Anthony isn't sexually attracted to older boys or men. The staff knew that their relationship was on borrowed time, and so we controlled the separation rather than Spencer waking up one day realizing that Anthony was simply not going to be there for him.

The question is; is Spencer going to "Outgrow" his preference for adult males, or even to grow into a hetero-sexual preference as an adult. Nobody knows, and if we did, we could make a fucking fortune diagnosing children's sexuality." Adam told the Doctor.

"What we do know is that Spencer could charm Jesus Christ into his bed if he wanted to, and we also know that Spencer is very aware of his powers over people. My guess is that Spencer will remain faithful to Paulie should they decide to couple, and that Paulie would be made a very happy boy. If problems developed in the future, I have no doubt the staff would recognize the problems and be able to deal with them on both boys behalf.

But I'll tell you now; the biggest immediate problem is going to be the girls. They are extremely protective of all of these children, but when it comes to Spencer, they are practically pathological about it. Gloria, Jeannette and especially Johanna will rip the balls off anyone causing Spencer any grief, I've seen it done. I wouldn't give Paulie the impression that Spencer's going to be heading anywhere unless those girls are smiling about it. If every male on this compound said that Spencer could go and any of those 3 said "No", Spencer would not leave, and it's because HE chose not to go. Sexually, Spencer is attached to males, but emotionally, it's females who rule in Spencer's mind." Adam told Stuart.

"Do you think Spencer loves Paulie?" the Doctor asked.

"If Spencer said it, he meant it. Spencer doesn't say "I love you" lightly. He may very well have sex with you, but sex and love are two very different things to these children. Sex is a game, a toy. Love is something reserved for very special people to them. If Spencer told Paulie he loves him, then Spencer meant it and it's not just a quick fuck. That he can do with any of hundreds of people, and he knows it." Adam replied.

As the two men approached the Mess Hall, Dave, the Camps Chief Engineer and Maintenance Supervisor arrived in his truck with half a dozen Senior Boys who vaulted out of the truck bed almost as soon as the wheels stopped turning. With waves and "Good morning" greetings to Adam, they quickly bolted for the Mess Hall and the morning pastry trays.

"It looks like we've got another delay in working on the new Feed Bag this afternoon, Adam. I've been ordered to put a rush on getting the new Cabins ready for the Camp Philmont children, so the Feed Bag build goes on hold for a few days at least." The man said as he joined Adam and Stuart.

Adam shook his head. "The boys really enjoy working with you. Can't you find something for them to do that can keep them occupied and be of assistance?" He asked.

"If we had more time, I could always use their help, but we need to get 6 Cabins 0n-line, and another 3 renovated to accept the new campers. We have to work fast, and we have to work with some heavy duty equipment. If you can get me some staffing to supervise them with exterior work, I can put them to work cleaning up, but these kids aren't much when you hand them a rake, broom and a shovel; unless of course you can find some horse-shit for them to move around?" Dave asked.

Adam nodded in agreement. "Who knows, maybe I can get Patty in the stables to keep them happy. How many horses are down?" Adam asked.

"The Ferrier was here yesterday, and as far as I know, only one horse is out to pasture. Many of the boys will be scheduled for exams and tests with the medical staff, but even then, Sid is expected back right after lunch, so I don't think very many of them are going to want to be out on the trails until at least mid-afternoon." Dave replied as they entered the Mess Hall.

The level of activity at the early hour caught Stuart a bit by surprise. Working quietly, both boys and girls were setting tables and preparing the Dining Hall for breakfast. Stuart guessed the age of the campers at between 13 to 15 and they were working seemingly without direction. The man was impressed with the obvious organization.

"The Senior Camps rotate their work on a weekly basis by Cabins. One week they are on Mess Duty, the next week they are on household duty, then laundry, dishwashing and maintenance. The older children, those 16 and over, take on assignments they prefer, including teaching, health care, recreation, waterfront, child and baby care, kitchen, bakery and heavy construction and maintenance." Adam told Stuart as the men approached the kitchen.

"What about the Intermediates?" Stuart asked.

"Their main responsibility is their schooling. They usually go to classes every week-day morning, and in the afternoons they can earn extra credits for stable work, or helping around projects that Dave has going on, but for the most part, they play and swim. They can't work around the machinery in the laundry or dish room, and the work in the kitchen or bakery is too dangerous. They aren't interested in cleaning up the cabins, and they break more dishes than they set." Adam replied with a smile. "Basically, they have most of the fun, with little of the responsibility. They have much more freedom than the Camp Kenny children who rarely leave their immediate surroundings, and don't have to worry about getting up at 5:00 in the morning like these guys do when they have Mess Duty. It's a whole lot like being at summer camp 365 days a year for them."

"Their main goal is to get their hands on the machinery, whether it's the lawn tractors, the golf carts or the 4-wheelers and snowmobiles in the winter. They are allowed to drive them all as long as they have either a Senior boy or an adult with them, but their real goal is to become a Senior boy and get licensed to drive on their own. It's an irresistible incentive that drives them to willingly give up their Intermediate status and want to move on beyond the safety and security they have been raised in since arriving at Green Tree." Dave told the Doctor.

"They perceive being a Senior boy as less secure and safe for themselves?" Stuart asked.

"They recognize that the Seniors are a great deal more autonomous than they are, and certainly hugely more autonomous that the Camp Kenny children are. A lot of them grew up in Camp Kenny, and quite literally, had a staff member that was a beck and call away from them at any time of the day and night. As Intermediates, they have more autonomy, but still, they all know that their counselors and teachers are always right there for them. Seniors are fairly independent, and independence often means that a staff member isn't always ready to be there for you. That can be a scary prospect for our boys." Dave replied.

Entering the kitchen, Stuart was first greeted by the smells of breakfast cooking. The kitchen was awash in preparation for the meal and as he walked towards the rear of the building, he passed banks of stoves, griddles, ovens and prep areas busy with different foods being prepared. Once again, the kitchen staff going about their tasks with almost no discussion or seeming direction from any outside source had the man impressed with the organization that created the scene.

"Breakfast is probably the most labor intensive meal of the day, because the menu calls for over 20 different main items that need to be cooked from the standard egg dishes, to pancakes, waffles, French toast, hot cereals, breads and pastries. Lunch and Dinner usually consist of a main meal with a few alternatives available, but the breakfast table has to have just about any dish you can think of available to the children. Every grill man, cook and prep man we have serves breakfast so that the food is hot and fresh when the children sit down to eat." Adam told Stuart as the men approached John's table in the center of the Kitchen.

"It's extremely impressive. I noticed that most of the cooks are rather young. What happens with the older boys?" Stuart asked as he watched a group of boys washing, peeling and cutting fruit.

"The boys who plan on making a career out of cooking are trained for two years under John and his staff's guidance. The Institute has a contract with a large cruise ship company based out of Miami, and the boys who graduate sign on as a group to ships around the world. The rotation keeps the average age of boys in training at 18 to 21 and the apprentices at 15 to 17. John wants to bring boys up through the system earlier, because the Institute has been asked for a huge increase in available staffing from the ships owners. They have 4 megaships already being built in Europe, and anticipate an explosion in Cruise passenger volume over the next 10 years. Our boys from Islamorada will be filling a large percentage of that need." Adam told the Doctor.

As a Mess Boy handed the men a cup of coffee, Adam scurried to put his mug down on the table as Christopher hopped off John's lap and leaped into his arms.

"Unca! Hi!" the boy chirped as he wrapped his arms around Adam's neck and gave the man a kiss.

Adam waited for Christopher to un-wrap himself as he patted the boys bottom.

"Hey amigo, how are you this morning?" Adam asked as he wiped some banana off his lips.

"Hey!" the boy replied in his usual way of saying or meaning yes.

Adam smiled as he continued to stroke the boys bottom.

"I guess that means "Good" ? he asked the boy.

"Hey!" Christopher repeated as he signed the word "Good".

"Well then, that deserves another good morning kiss." Adam replied as he kissed the boy once again.

With formalities over, Christopher turned his attention to more important things. They sat cooling in a baker's rake about 10 feet [3 m] away from the boy who was now pointing. "Peez?" the boy pleaded as he signed for food.

Adam looked towards Bert who shrugged his shoulders.

"How many have you had already?" Adam asked the boy.

Shaking his head, the boy was almost nose to nose with Adam.

"More?" he asked, drawing out the word mournfully in his usual begging manner.

"None my ass! He's on his thirds on pastry alone. That doesn't include the pear, the apple, and the two banana's." John said as he took a sip of coffee.

"Well shit! The boy is probably starving." Adam said as he walked with Christopher over to the rack and the boy lifted up another cheese Danish.

"You boys can laugh now, but if that fucking Nutritionist tries to yank my chain over those love handles of his, I'm gonna rip you a new one." John told Adam as the men around the table chuckled.

"Speaking of "Love handles" other than the non-existent ones on Christopher, the Nutritionist wants to go over the menu's with you when you get the opportunity." Bert told his Chef.

"I love these folks who spend a few years in College and come out knowing how to cure the ills of the world. This new expert I'm going to be talking to is past puberty I hope?" John asked his boss.

Bert smiled and shook his head.

"Nobody's going to be telling you how to do your job, just listen, smile, nod, and make her happy." Bert replied.

"I guess that means she's still playing with her Barbie dolls. I don't mind listening to these people; I just wish they would understand that our kids aren't your run of the mill couch potatoes. These kids need four times the caloric intake of little Johnnie or little Janie just to maintain their weight. The solution isn't to cut down on their sugar, but to get them doing things the old fashioned way and to get them moving again." John replied.

"That will most certainly work for the boys, but we can't exactly expect these girls to be burning the calories away on their backs, now can we? I'm sure the Nutritionist is just going to suggest that we avoid presenting them with a Strawberry shortcake every time they turn around. Our kids can absorb the necessary calories with less starch and sugar for a short period until we knock the weight down on the new kids to something manageable." Bert told the Chef.

"It's a lot easier said than done. We can easily incentivize the boys, what carrot are we going to use with girls?" John asked his boss.

"Why do you say that?" Stuart asked.

"You tell an over-weight boy that for every 10 pounds [5 kg] he loses, his dick will grow a half an inch [1 cm], and that kid is going to go on a self imposed starvation diet faster than you can whistle Dixie. You can't tell a girl the same thing, if anything, her vagina gets smaller. Where's the incentive in that?" Bert replied as the chuckling continued.

"In answer to John's question, it's going to be a combination of a better diet, more physical activity, and both peer and staff support to help the girls along. It's also probably not going to hurt that our girls normally swim naked with the boys, and that our boys tend to be older than the boys these girls were typically use to. They are going to want to look better if they expect to be in competition with the Green Tree girls." Burt said.

"Why wouldn't they just keep their bathing suits on?" Stuart asked.

Bert and his staff smiled at the question. "When the girls first came to us two years ago, they wouldn't be caught dead naked at the pool if a boy was in the building. It took a few months, but as the younger girls bathed nude, the remaining girls realized that the boys were staring at the girls still in bathing suits and paying little attention to the girls who were naked. There's no mystery or inquisitiveness to someone naked. That's exactly what their tits look like, that's what their vagina looks like, and that's what their ass looks like. It's pretty much the same with the boys; That's his ass, that's his dick, and those are his balls; now let's go play. Once the girls dropped the tops and the bottoms, it was back to paying attention to the important stuff in life like swimming, diving and having fun. At the lake, most of the older girls will wear bathing suits, at least the bottoms, but at the pools it's practically unheard of unless a girl is having her period. It may take a week or two, but we already know that the new girls will have no tan lines before long." Bert told the Doctor.

"The girls like to use their favorite term "Obnoxious" to describe it, but they are taught that boys are very curious creatures, and if you wrap something up in cloth, you must be trying to hide something from them. It's that "Something" they are going to uncover, so you may just as well let them see it and be done with it." Adam said to more chuckling.

Sid's morning began to the sounds of Timmy and Kenny playing just outside his hospital room door. Listening to the sounds of the two tots sliding their toy cars and trucks down the corridor as the boys giggled and squealed, Sid looked around his room for a clock. Spotting Johanna sitting in a rocking chair by the window nursing Sidney Bertram, the man reached down and straightened out the catheter that was stuck under his thigh.

"Can we go home now? What time is it?" Sid asked the girl.

"It's just a little passed eight in the morning, and the boys aren't even awake yet. Once your Doctor's have approved your discharge, we'll be leaving as soon as we can get organized. But first, the boys have to awaken, get cleaned up and eat. Thomas's brothers will be coming for us later this morning and Thomas thinks we should be back in camp very early this afternoon." Johanna replied as the baby settled back down from being startled by her speaking.

Sid was not a happy camper at the news. "Why can't we just get our asses out of this place this morning? Why would it take 5 or 6 hours just to get on the God damned chopper and split?" The man asked as the door of his room swung open and two four year olds piled onto the man's bed. As the boys now gave Sid a good morning hug and kisses, Sid's wrath temporarily abated as he hugged each toddler and gave each a kiss on their necks.

"There's a lot that still needs to be done, not the least of which is to get you bathed, fed and prepared to leave. You still have your intravenous tube attached, you still need to take at least two walks before you'll be discharged, and the Surgeon's won't be seeing you until later this morning anyway, so we have plenty of time to prepare you. You'll be back on campus before afternoon Rest Period ends, so just sit back and enjoy the rest." Johanna advised the man as Gloria and Jeannie now entered the room.

"I just spoke to Uncle Bert. Dave and Sarah are getting the Infirmary ready for you. From what Uncle Bert says, you'll be needing all the rest you can get, the Visiting Schedule is already 4 pages long." Gloria told Sid as she placed a pile of clean bedding on a chair.

"Infirmary? What the hell do I need the Infirmary for? I ain't going to the Infirmary; I'm going to stay in Beachview." Sid replied.

"The Doctor's say you can't climb stairs for two weeks. You can walk as much as you like, but stairs are out. The only building with ramps is the Infirmary, and it's the only place we can control your rest time. You're not going back to Beachview until Thomas says you are, so forget it Uncle Sid." The girl told the man.

"That's horseshit! It would take Dave a few hours to build a ramp onto Beachview. He could be done before lunch for Christ's sake." Sid replied.

"Uncle Bert considered that. The consensus is that it would solve the problem of your walking up stairs, but do nothing regarding the rest you are going to need to heal properly. If you're a good boy and cooperate, you could find yourself back in the Cove in a month. If not, you will find yourself in the Infirmary until Thanksgiving or so." Gloria replied firmly.

As the girls prepared to change Sid's bedding and give him a bath, Sid remained quiet. He had no intentions of going along with this plan, but he also knew it was useless to argue with the girls. "Let that be a lesson to you boys; when you get older, don't make friends with any girls or they start getting bossy and try to push you all over the place." Sid told Timmy and Kenny as both boys straddled Sid's chest playing "Horsey" on the man. "They all got "Cooties", and don't ever let anybody tell you any different." Sid concluded.

Gloria shook her head as she wrung out a clean washcloth in a washpan and dropped it on Sid's face. "And when we get back to camp today, I want the both of you to go directly up to Aunt Patty's Cabin and tell her all about the wonderful information your Uncle Sid just gave you. Make sure you tell her all about the "Cootie" part too." Gloria told the boys as she looked for Sid to unwisely open his mouth.

By 9:00, the morning sunlight streaming into the room where Spencer, Jesse and David slept was enough to awaken the 3 boys who somehow retained their previous morning headaches.

"Where did they take Uncle Sid?" Spencer asked as he sat up and looked around the largely bare hospital room.

"This ain't Uncle Sid's room. They must have moved our beds out while we was asleep." Jesse said as he felt the pressing need to urinate. Getting out of the bed, Jesse had a choke hold on his penis and headed for the bathroom as Stephanie came into the room.

"Uncle Sid has been waiting for you boys to have breakfast with. He wants you to finish your mornings business and get showered, so let's hop to it." The Nurse told the boys as she dropped the mornings clean sheets and bedding down on a spare, dry, bed.

"How come we got moved outta Uncle Sid's room? Nobody said they was gonna do that to us!" Spencer complained as he too headed for the bathroom lead by a morning stiffie that screamed for relief.

"You'll have to speak to your Uncle Thomas about that. He gives the Orders, and we merely follow them." The Nurse said as she bent over a still soundly sleeping David and pulled the sheets down to the boys waist. Giving the boy a gentile kiss between his shoulder blades, the Nurse caught the very distinct odor of urine soaked bedsheets emanating from the bed.

"Time to get yourself out of this puddle David, or your penis is going to get water soaked and shrivel up on you." The Nurse said. "Since when did you start wetting the bed?" She asked.

"David don't piss the bed. He ain't pissed the bed since he was 10. He's sleeping in my piss." Spencer said as the sword fight in the toilet bowl waged. "Mine too." Jesse replied as the bubbles increased in the toilet bowl as did the splatter against his legs from Spencer's misses. "David don't care if he gets pissed on, he pissed on us plenty when he was still little." He concluded as Spencer giggled.

"How can you sleep when you're soaking wet? Isn't it uncomfortable?" Stephanie asked as David now rolled himself over sporting a morning boner as straight and proud as any seen by the Nurse on a boy of 13.

"His dick don't look so shriveled up to me. Maybe the piss is making it even bigger?" Jesse giggled as he came back into the room and put a finger on the tip and gave it a twang as it slapped on the boys stomach and sprang back towards the ceiling like a coiled spring.

"Sleeping in piss is only bad when it gets cold. As long as we keep the blankets on and it stays warm, it don't matter if there's piss in the bed or not." Spencer now said as he came back into the room and stood at the end of the bed looking at his friend and his friends penis.

"Are we gonna have morning play first, or are we gonna do it in the showers?" Spencer now asked as his bladder erection was being quickly replaced by a sexual erection that was clearly ready for some attention.

"Them showers is too small to fuck in." Jesse replied.

Stephanie had now been at Green Tree for way too long to be either shocked or upset at the blunt references to play time used by the Intermediate Boys of Camp. Clearly, she knew it was a waste of her time to blush, or a waste of her time admonish the boys, so she did what was "Normal" for all staff, she ignored the descriptive language.

"When you're finished, open the door to your room and get your smelly little asses into the showers. I will finish up when you're done." She said as she headed for the door.

"Little asses?" Jesse asked as he twisted his body around and looked at his globes. "I ain't never heard any of our Uncle's call our asses little before. Who gots bigger asses in camp than we do? Uncle Sid says we got some of the biggest asses in camp except maybe for Aunt Jeanette and Aunt Johanna."

As Spencer giggled a bit, he climbed on the end of the bed and moved up into position on a still prone David. Slipping both hands underneath his friends thighs, the boy gave David's penis a small kiss. "Are you gonna piss in the toilet, or stay here?" Spencer asked his friend. Taking David's twitch as a sign, Spencer took David's penis straight to the back of his throat as Stephanie exited the room. She knew damned well that the next act was going to be Jesse mounting Spencer for a 3-some, and she knew it was time for her to discreetly leave, knowing full well that the boys would "Play" whether she stood there or not.

As the door closed, David released his bladder to Spencer's full control before it would shut itself down automatically for sex. Unlike a mere potty break, the boys at Green Tree were well versed in the art of manipulating bodily functions passed routine biological functioning, and could take the mundane act of urination into the realm of sexual excitement faster than a practiced whore. David wasn't exactly sure when his body went from taking a nice piss to having a full blown orgasm under the expert care of Spencer, all he knew was that it was tough to tell the difference and he looked for no rational reasoning how or why Spencer was able to perform his magic while his urethra flowed with fluid.

It didn't happen every single time, but now and then, Spencer was able to coax a string of sperm out of his partners, and as David lay there, his eyes remained closed as he felt Spencer's tongue wrap itself around the head of his penis drawing out a thread the boy could actually fell traveling down his urethra. To David, and all the boys, they knew that at the very end of the tread was going to be a "Lump" of some kind, and the ultra sensitive urethra was going to relay the traveling back to his brain in Chrystal clarity. He didn't have to actually see it, he could feel its every movement, twist and turn on its way down his penis. It wasn't quite as spectacular as an orgasm or even getting his prostate massaged, but it was a feeling that could be carefully studied and even extended in time if a boy wanted it to be.

The boys knew it as "Dragging the cherry". That was the name given to them by Spencer more than 6 years earlier when he introduced it to them, and the same name given to Spencer when he was taught the technique as a very young child. It was one of the numerous reasons Spencer, above most Green Tree boys was considered an expert when it came to sex.

"It's coming." David said quietly as he felt the "Cherry" leave his prostate and enter the top of his urethra. It was all up to Spencer to prolong the boys pleasure for as long as possible, and to that end, Spencer knew just what amount of pulling on the tread with his tongue the thread needed and suction to apply to ensure that the "Cherry" was withdrawn as slowly as possible.

"Wow!" was all David could say as Spencer backed off of David's completely spent, and beat red penis.

Spencer smiled and drew up his legs as he now straddled David's chest and presented his friend with a profusely leaking erection. Wordlessly, David smothered his face in Spencer's groin and kissed Spencer's genitals from the boys public bone to his perineum and back again. Then, with Spencer's penis gliding passed David's tonsils, it was Spencer's turn to be taken to Nirvana and back again.

"I thought it had to be cold out to get Cherry's." Jesse asked as he played with David's red balls.

"It usually does. When I was a kid, I was told that I could only get cherries from guys when their balls were cold. Sometimes, they would sit in a tub in cold water with ice cubes in them, but most of the time, they stood in the hay loft in the winter. The colder it is, the easier it is to get the cherries, and if I didn't, my mother would beat me." Spencer replied. "It hardly ever worked in the summertime, so the men never expected me to do it to them." He concluded.

"Why would she beat you?" Jesse asked.

"Because if I dragged a cherry, they would pay my mother more money. When I couldn't do it, she would get pissed off and beat me or hold me down and have the men hit me in the balls with a spatula." Spencer replied.

"Your mother was an asshole!" Jesse replied.

"She's dead, nobody cares." Spencer replied with a smile. "Probably the reason David had a cherry today was because his balls were cold in bed."

"His balls ain't cold, matter of fact, they're pretty hot!" Jesse said as he continued to knead his friends balls.

"Of course they are silly, he just used them. Does your balls stay cold after you fuck?" Spencer asked.

Jesse giggled, but said nothing as David's penis started coming back to life mere minutes after his last session. The boy knew that David most probably wouldn't be coming again anytime soon, but he also knew that David would never object to having his penis kept warm as he got up on the bed and lowered himself onto David's penis. He himself had just completed his morning play with Spencer, but there was always the chance that having his prostate massaged by David's penis could make the morning session a double header for himself as he wrapped his hand around his own penis that had already figured out what was going on. Breakfast could wait, getting fucked was so much more important for now.

Adam and Stuart returned to the Cove just before reveille blew. Walking into Beachview Cabin with Christopher in tow, the boy climbed the stairway into the loft bedrooms just as the sound of the bugle woke the boys up.

"Oh shit! Christopher's here again you guys!" Carla yelled out as she ducked under the sheets. Undeterred, the Special needs boy thought Carla was playing and ducked himself under the sheets at the end of the bed and started climbing in.

Matty awoke as Christopher crawled over the sleeping boy like a crab. "He ain't all wet like he was yesterday." Matty said as he turned around on his stomach and took a stronger hold on his pillow.

With Christopher continuing on, the boy slid his way over to Jeannie and planted himself on top of the girl. "He gots a boner and it's all wet!" The girl said as she opened her eyes just as Christopher lowered his mouth over the girls lips to give her a good morning kiss.

"Ugh! Christopher, swallow for Christsakes, ya got your drool all over my mouth!" Jeannie said as Christopher finally backed his head away smiling from ear to ear as he usually did.

"Hey" the boy replied as he sucked in some drool and swallowed a bit. "My fren?" he asked the girl as a line of drool immediately returned.

"Yeah I'm your friend, but ya ain't gotta drown me in drool." The girl told the boy as she wiped his mouth with the corner of a sheet. "How come your dick is all wet? You ain't gonna piss on me is you?" She asked the boy as she wiped her own mouth dry.

"Boy that was fuckin dumb. If he wasn't gonna piss on you before, he sure is gonna piss now!" Carla told Jeannie as the girl lifted up the sheet and looked down at the boys lower body. "Where's his dick? Is it in your pussy?" Carla asked.

"Don't be stupid, his dick ain't that long. He's stickin me in the belly button with it." Jeannie replied. "Christopher, let's get up and go to the bathroom, OK?" the girl asked hopefully.

"Pee?" Christopher asked.

As Christopher let go of his bladder, Carla giggled and scooted out of the bed dragging Sammy with her. "It's a good thing his dick wasn't in your pussy, you would be getting a tummy full of pee right now rather than just getting your belly button drowned." Carla said as Christopher's urine flowed down Jeannie's sides in a steady flow.

"Christopher! Do I look like a fuckin toilet bowl to you?" Jeannie asked.

"Hey" Christopher replied unfazed and clueless while maintaining the same smile throughout.

"What's going on?" Adam asked as the counselor now walked into his bedroom.

"We're going for showers and Jeannie is getting golden showers from Christopher." Carla giggled as she exited the room for the bathrrom with Sammy, Matty and Billy.

"Fuck you!" Jeannie told her friend still pinned to the bed by Christopher.

"OK Christopher, let's save a little for the toilet bowl. Put a choke hold on your dick and let's see if we can make some bubbles in the bowl." Adam said as he patted the boys ass a few times.

"Hey!" Christopher replied as he started to get up.

"Gee thanks Uncle Adam, now he's pissin all over my chest. He ain't stopping!" Jeannie complained as Christophers stream flowed on un-abated.

Adam reached over and pinched the boys penis shut and picked him up with his other arm. "Come on tiger, let's see if we can't get this hose of yours under control." Adam said as the boy locked his legs around Adam's waist still grinning as usual.

"Where was you"? Carla asked Adam as the girl sat on the floor of the shower with half of the boys in Cabin.

Adam continued to get undressed and stepped into the shower and began soaping up. "I went for an early morning walk with Uncle Stuart and we went to the Mess Hall for some coffee." Adam replied as he shampooed his hair. We met your Uncle Bert there with Christopher, and he wanted to come back with us." Adam said.

"Couldn't ya have taken his dick out and have him pee before you came back?" Jeannie now asked.

Adam smiled at the question. "As a matter of fact young lady, he did urinate twice on the way back to the Cove, but you know how much he can pee. I suspect somebody must have given him the idea, or he wouldn't have started again." Adam replied as he sat down next to Jeannie and began shampooing the girls hair.

"That was big mouth Carla who thought Christopher had his dick in my pussy." Jeannie replied.

"Well, that's what it looked like with him on top of you!" Carla said defensively.

"Since when does Christopher put his penis in anybody?" Adam asked.

"He can do it when he gets a boner, but he don't move it around or nothin. It's OK Uncle Adam, his dick ain't big enough yet to bust our cherries, so it don't mean nothin." Carla replied.

"It doesn't mean anything? Just how big does it have to get before it means something?" Adam now asked.

"If a boys boner gets longer than our thumb, then they can't fuck us in the front pussy or they will bust our cherries and Aunt Helen will get all pissed off. We don't never let any boy fuck us with a dick longer than that, so it's OK." Carla replied with a dimpled smile.

"Where exactly did this "Rule of Thumb" come from? Does your Aunt Helen know anything about it?" Adam asked.

"She knows we fuck, and all she cares is that we don't get our cherries busted. Well, we ain't gettin our cherries busted, so we're following the rules." Carla replied sweetly as Jeannie nodded.

"I'm not exactly sure that's how it works. It's my understanding that your Aunts and Uncle Bert do not want you engaging in intercourse before you're old enough to understand exactly what's going on. I'm not so sure they are differentiating between a two inch [5 cm] penis and a four inch [10 cm] penis. Just because you have found ways to avoid having your hymen compromised isn't going to go over too well."

"That's stupid Uncle Adam; we're old enough to know what fuckin is about. Even the Camp Kenny babies know all about fuckin, and we're almost Senior boys." Carla replied.

Adam smiled once again and took another look at Carla's groin area. "Well, let's say you're almost Senior Campers, but there is still that pesky little fact that the boys have no choice in the matter, and you do. It's not something you have to do, it's still your choice. If you had no choice, it would be a different matter." Adam replied.

"OK, if it's our choice, then we chose to fuck." Carla retorted.

Adam shook his head, but knew he was in a losing battle. "You seem to have kept Aunt Helen happy up until now, so my advice is to continue to make her happy and maintain your hymen's until she gives you the go ahead to rip them to shreds. Can you do that?" he asked.

"So you ain't gonna tell?" Carla asked.

"I'm going to tell her you have intact hymens as far as I know, we'll skip the part about the thumbs." Adam replied. "And I advise you to do the same unless you are asked that question directly."

"About the thumbs, or about the dicks?" Jeannie asked.

"Both" Adam replied. "By the way, where does Sammy stand in all of this?" he asked.

Carla held up her thumb to the counselor. "Sammy's dick was OK last year, but it started growing before Christmas. We still do back pussy, but he can't fuck our front pussy until Aunt Helen says we can." Carla replied as Sammy smiled at a quickly growing erection as he sat there.

"There's only 6 boys in the Cove with small enough dicks to fuck us, but that's OK." Jeannie replied with a coy smile on her lips.

"Wonderful" Adam said as he shook his head and pulled Christopher down into his lap and poured some anti-tangle shampoo on the boys head to wash his hair with minimal objection.

For Stuart, his morning had begun before the sun came up and the boys were awake, but there was no question whatsoever that they were up and awake now. As Stuart entered the shower room of the Cabins second loft bathroom, they were now fully prepared to ascertain for themselves just how good of an "Outside Uncle" the man was.

To the boys very few men were in higher demand and since the brothers of Thomas were all instantly acceptable, not to mention fully knowledgeable concerning the art of making a boy happy, Stuart was greeted by four or five pairs of eyes watching him being lead into the shower by his partners from the evening before, Billy and Andrew. What struck the man was not so much the boys eyes, but the state of the erections held by each and every one of them, including Billy and Andrew who had kept the man busy and extremely happy until WELL past midnight. Stuart knew full well and good that the reasons for the erections had nothing to do with full bladders, and EVERYTHING to do with playing.

For Stuart, pretense or feigning ignorance was useless. The sight of Billy and Andrew's naked bodies while the boys stripped the man naked in the bedroom was more than enough to bring himself to full erection, and now with a shower room full of soaking wet naked boys all ready and willing to "test" the man's sexual abilities to their fullest, Stuart saw no reason to stand on formality.

"We shower while we sit down." Billy explained to the man as the boy led Stuart to the middle of the room. "It's easier to get our backs washed and to get our hair washed." The boy said as the rest of the boys all sat down in a big circle watching the man and his penis.

"Most of our Uncles don't got any hair around their dicks. Even Uncle Thomas don't got no hair on his dick. Does your wife want you to keep your hair on your dick?" Jeffrey asked the man as the other boys giggled.

"He asks that because all our Aunts want our Uncles to shave off their hair. That's because our Uncles want them to shave their pussies." Billy explained to the man as the boys mostly nodded their heads in agreement.

"Don't it get in the way when somebody does lollipops with you?" Jeffrey asked.

"It don't get in the way, we done lollipops last night and it ain't no different. But it does tickle when we did pussie." Andrew now said to more giggles.

"Andrew said that Billy and him became your blood brother last night. Does you want to become blood brothers with us?" Jeffrey now asked as he clutched his penis in a grip that turned his crown red. "We usually become blood brothers before we make pussie with each other. You don't gotta drink all our pee, Uncle Adam said that you're probably not use to drinking it, and it might make you sick. All ya gotta do is drink a little of ours and we drink a little of yours, and we're blood brothers!" the boy explained with a dimpled smile.

"All six of you?" Stuart asked.

"We're already blood brothers. Ya ain't gotta do it again with us unless you want to. Some of our Uncles still drink our pee, but that's because they want to, not because they need to become our blood brothers again." Billy advised the man.

"And what about yourselves? Do you still drink even when you don't have to?" Stuart asked the boy.

"Sure we do! If we're doing lollipops and we don't wanna stop, we just pee. Uncle Thomas says it can't hurt us if we don't do it a whole lot." Andrew replied.

"Or when Uncle Adam wakes up and he don't wanna stop playing with Sammy. Him and Sammy drinks pee all the time." Billy said with a smile as the giggling started again.

"I would be honored if You want me to become a blood brother with you all, but I'm not sure I can pee right now." Stuart told the boys.

You mean because you got a sex boner and not a piss boner? That's OK Uncle Stuart, once you make tingles, your sex boner will go away and your piss boner will come back for you. Uncle Bert explained all of that to us when we was babies." Jeffrey told the man.

"We ain't gotta make tingles first. Uncle Bert and Uncle Sid taught us how to think our boners into piss boners instead of sex boners. If you want, we can teach you how to do it." Andrew told the man.

As a Doctor, Stuart was fully aware of biological functions and control of the human body, but he was intrigued. "I'd like for you to show me." He told the boys.

Eagerly, all six boys now stood up facing Stuart with some fairly respectable looking erections pointing directly at the man as he stayed sitting, Indian style, on the shower floor.

"Since we became blood brothers last night, me and Andrew will show you how it's done, and the rest of the guys can become blood brothers with you once they get rid of their sex boners, OK Uncle Stuart?" Billy asked the man.

Nodding, Stuart watched as all six boys now stood looking down with some serious looks on their faces at their penises. After about 10 to 15 seconds, first Billy, and then Andrew began a fairly healthy urination towards the drain hole in the floor of the shower.

"All ya gots to do is to stop thinking about sex and start thinking about peeing. Uncle Bert says our bodies turn off one valve and open the other when we do that, and we can then take a piss if we want to!" Billy explained proudly as the streams splashed Stuart warmly.

"We can do it faster than you because we can turn off our sex faster than you." Jeffrey now added.

"And how do you know that?" Stuart asked the boy.

"Uncle Sid says Outside Uncles like sex more than Geppetto Boys, so it's harder for them not to fuck. He says that's why you're so good at it, because you like doing it more." The boy replied with another dimpled smile.

"So you're ready to become a blood brother?" Stuart asked the boy.

Jeffrey shook his head no and looked down at his penis. "Not yet, I still wanna just fuck, so I can't pee yet." He said as the other boys again giggled.

"I can!" Michael said as a line quickly formed in back of him as he approached Stuart and presented the man with his penis.

One by one, Stuart took the boys penises in his mouth and released it when he had milked the last drop from each one. It was done not so much because Stuart had a thing for urine, but rather that he knew that his stock with the boys would rise if he swallowed it all, indicating to them that he not only liked them, but that he loved them enough to do that. This little "Trick" he had learned from Adam, and it bore the man immediate reward in the form of a shower "Washing" complete with a lap dance by each of his shower mates in turn.

One of the chief reasons the Geppetto Boys prefer performing their play in the showers of Green Tree is attributable to the availability of the foam cushioned "Bucket" seats that allow the boys to sit down at floor level. Shaped very much like the portable reclining beach chairs familiar to most folks, the chairs allow two, and even three boys to recline in comfort while a heavy spray mist, usually of very warm temperature, turns the shower room into more of a sauna than a shower.

Now with Andrew snugly laying on top of Stuart on his back and his shoulder length hair flowing on his chest, the man both massaged and washed the boys chest and abdomen as Andrew closed his eyes and relished the feelings now coursing through his body.

As the last boy to enjoy a shampoo and a massage, the boy sat back in bliss as Stuart brought the boy to a climax rarely experienced to this particular intensity but always sought. Stuart watched as he flexed his pelvic floor muscles that sent shocked waves through his penis onto the boys prostate. Andrew giggled as his own penis involuntarily twitched in response as it always did. Stuart kissed the boys neck as he now moved to bring the boy to his climax as he cradled Andrew's testicles in his left hand and wrapped his fingers around the boys penis with the other hand. Andrew was fully ready to come for the 3rd time that morning.

"Uncle Sid was right! Outside Uncles sure can fuck. Are you gonna sleep in Beachview again tonight, Uncle Stuart?" Billy asked the man as Andrew lay in the man's lap panting like a puppy with a red penis still standing straight for the shower heads as it throbbed with the boys heartbeats.

Stuart smiled as he kissed the boy he had just made so happy while Andrew dreamily re-opened his eyes to the world. First massaging the boys testicles back down into his scotum after they were pinned to his groin during orgasm, Stuart then allowed his own penis to slip from the boy. "I will have to check to see what your Uncle Bert has on his schedule, but if I find myself back in the Cove tonight, I would be a very happy camper, that's for sure." Stuart said as he kissed the boys neck once more.

"Hey Uncle Stuart, Uncle Adam says we gots 5 minutes to Flagpole. Are ya almost finished?" Carla asked as the girl walked into the bathroom now fully dressed for breakfast. "Wow Andrew, you're dick sure is red!" the girl added.

As Andrew giggled and stood up, the boy looked down at his penis which was now slowly retreating back to sleep for a few hours. "Your dick would be red too if you took showers with us." The boy told Carla.

Stuart smiled at the thought, but didn't feel the necessity to correct the anatomical error. On the other hand, Carla did.

"That's OK, my puss gets red too, I know what it feels like." The girl said as she now turned her attention to Stuart who was standing up. "Wow Uncle Stuart, you sure gots a lot of hair down there. How come you don't shave it off?" she now asked.

"His wife don't care." Jeffrey replied as the boy pulled up his underpants.

"Our Aunts care. If you're gonna fuck any of them, they don't like hair." Carla said as the giggling began anew.

Stuart again shook his head, but said nothing as the girl exited the bathroom.

The last order of business was to complete the ceremony to become blood brothers, and none of the boys were going to be happy until it was completed.

"Can you take a piss now? You ain't gots a boner anymore." Billy asked the man.

One by one, Stuart filled each boys mouth with his water as a kiss finalized the Act for the boys. Hereafter and forevermore, they were blood brothers with this particular Outside Uncle, and that made him pretty special in their eyes. And the more their friends at Green Tree knew about their Special status, the happier they were going to be. As for Stuart, he was simply happy to finally expel the entire nights supply of urine for 6 boys he had been storing for the past 45 minutes.

Assembly blew at 8:00 exactly one hour after Reveille. As the boys lined up by Cabins at the flagpole, Stuart and his brothers watched as the mornings routine progressed. The first order of business was to raise the Camps Flag, followed by the days instructions and announcements. With the Clinics in Camp, Sid's return to Camp later that day and the special announcements, it was a relatively long Flagpole which usually got the children a little antsy in regular times. However, on this particular morning, Bert chose to tell the Camp about the new arrivals. The reaction was instant.

"Most of us here remember when the Albemarle School closed and their boys came to live with us, and when Pine Ridge closed, and the girls came to live with us. Well, there has been another School that is having to close, and we are going to be receiving some new campers again. This time, most of the campers are of Camp Kenny age, and they are going to be coming with their own Primary Aunts." Bert said as a silence fell over the children and the fidgeting stopped." Bert began.

"Uncle Dave, Uncle Charlie, and the entire Grounds and Maintenance staff are going to be super busy making the camp ready for our newest arrivals, and we are all going to need your help and cooperation if we're going to get this place ready to receive our new campers when they start arriving on Monday."

"Those of you who came from other Schools remember what it was like when you first came, and even those of you who didn't arrive in a large group remember what it was like to be "The new kid" in Camp. I want you all to remember that time, and give the staff the time and the space to get these new children use to Green Tree and the way we do things. We're going to be doing things that you're not use to, like mixing Camp Kenny children with Intermediate boys, and we're even going to be moving Aunt Sarah's Cabin down to the Lake for a time. Most of the new children are still nursing, and we're going to make whatever changes are necessary to make their move as smooth as possible. The more help we get from you, the easier things will be for the new campers. You may see things being done differently, and you may even see some Rules change a little, but we need your cooperation if we're not to scare any of the new arrivals. I know I can count on all of you to make the new children as welcome as you can." Bert told the now hushed group.

"Ya ain't puttin "Tweety" in the Cove are ya?" Carla asked.

Bert closed his eyes and shook his head. "No existing Cabin arrangements around the Lake will change. Your Uncle Dave and his crew have already begun the process of fixing up Cabin Castle. Your Aunt Sarah and her children will be moving into Cabin Castle with some of the new campers which will then be considered a part of Camp Kenny. Does that meet with your approval?" Bert asked the girl.

"We ain't gots to go to bed when Camp Kenny goes to bed, do we?" the girl asked.

"Carla, you don't go to bed now when Taps blows for the Intermediates, why would I expect you to go to bed for Camp Kenny Taps?" The Director asked.

Flagpole ended to a great deal of laughter as Bert gathered up Christopher and put the boy into his golf cart for the short trip to the Mess Hall for breakfast. Following behind Adam's cart, which contained probably 10 children along with Dr. Lester, Bert and Stuart watched as Carla stood on the rear bumper hanging on by 2 or 3 fingers to the canopy of the cart waving and smiling at Bert.

"Maybe I should just put her and her cohort in a set of chains and keep them out of sight whenever we have company. Life would then be SO simple!" Bert said as he watched the girl.

As Stuart smiled and laughed to himself, the boys in the back seats of his cart giggled a bit. "You always say that Uncle Bert, but you never do it." Andrew told the Director.

"No, but I can dream can't I?" Bert asked as the carts now pulled up to the Mess Hall.

Once all the youngest children from Camp Kenny entered, The Mess Hall filled with Intermediate and Senior boys who were typically famished despite whatever they ate in the Cabins upon waking which typically meant a goodly supply of fresh fruit, juices, milk and pastries.

Typically being the largest meal of the day, Stuart and his brothers sat down at the Head Table to a display of foods usually reserved for a Cruise Ships Buffet table. Quite literally, if each of the 2 dozen people at any given table in the Mess Hall decided to have a different meal, it was now laid out in front of them.

"If you want something you don't see, Eddie or Jacob will be more than happy to get it for you." Bert told his guests as he sat Christopher down next to himself and pointed to the table's waiters standing off by the sideboard.

"What would you like for breakfast, Christopher?" Bert asked the boy as sat with his eyes staring at a tray of mini-pastries.

"I-eee!" Christopher replied as he drooled only slightly and pointed directly at the tray.

"Food first Christopher. Do you want eggs or waffles?" Bert asked as he poured a cup of chocolate milk and another of orange juice for the boy.

Christopher signed as his eyes never left the Danish tray.

As Bert filled a bowl full of Fruit Loops cereal, Christopher again signed, this time for a banana. It would be his 3rd since awakening.

"I will have Eddie make you a poached egg on toast. First, we eat the cereal, and then you can eat the egg, and then you can have some pastry if that is what you want. OK?" Bert asked the boy.

"Hey" the boy agreed, but reluctantly.

"Is he signing more since last year?" Michael asked as the man watched the boy shovel the cereal into his mouth without taking his eyes off the pasty tray.

"He has a vocabulary of roughly 250 symbols we think. Sometimes he comes up with one that surprises us because he doesn't use that particular word or symbol that often, but he appears to be retaining more than we're aware of at the time. His signing is going to be restricted to symbols due to his inability to spell, but we're hoping to get him to recognize and use maybe half of the 700 symbols that are out there and universally recognized." Bert told his guests as he wiped Christopher's dripping chin. "The biggest problem we face is to avoid having people anticipate his needs and wants and have them do it for him, instead of making him do the requesting autonomously. He's more than happy to have others do the work for him, and it's a constant battle to make him be the initiator." Bert told them.

"Why walk if someone will carry you?" Stuart said as he ate.

Bert chuckled a bit as he looked to the 4 girls who are assigned to monitor Christopher. Jill, Claire, Robin and Stephanie now looked at the man wondering what was going to be said about them.

"In the very beginning, when Christopher fist arrived and these girls volunteered to look after him and monitor him as his regular babysitters, they tended to coddle him more than necessary, but today, they've mastered the art of guiding him through life rather than carrying him through it. He use to have it pretty cushy. Today, he has to work for his happiness." Bert told the men as the girls blushed a little.

"Baby?" Christopher asked looking around.

"That's another thing. You have to be very careful about using certain words around him. You can be having a conversation in his presence, and he can appear to be totally involved with what he is doing and paying no attention to you whatsoever, and you use a particular word and his radar goes bullshit and he's on the search." Bert told his guests. "Around Christopher, everybody always needs to remember to keep the conversation well over his head or you could be deeply regretting the results." The man said.

"Me?" the boys said with a dimpled smile.

"You!" Bert replied as he gave the boy a kiss.

By 11:00 in the morning, the arrival of the huge Sikorsky helicopters had the boys in Sid's room at the windows. This especially included Kenny and Timmy, who were fascinated by the aircraft.

"How come there are 2? There was only one that brought us." Kenny asked his mother.

"I guess because the other one will be taking away the Security people who protected us while we were here." Jeanette told the boy.

"What do we need security for?" Timmy asked.

"That's because sometimes your Uncle Sid doesn't behave himself, and if that happened, we had security people here to make sure he took his medicine." Gloria told her charge.

Both boys turned around to look at Sid who shrugged his shoulders. "Let that be a lesson to you; even when you get older, if you don't obey these crazy girls, they'll call the cops on you and still make you do what they want you to." Sid told the boys.

"Forget it Uncle Sid. We've already explained to them that their Uncle Sid is a cranky old man who acts like a child sometimes. You might be able to fool the 2 and 3 year olds, but the 4 and 5 year olds are much too smart to be fooled by your silly talk." Gloria said as the girl put a fresh pair of bib overalls on a giggling Timmy.

The Discharge exam by Sid's Surgeons went as smoothly as it possibly could considering Sid was their patient. They were happy with the wound care he had received and the state of healing, but not so happy about his progress at walking. With assurances that he would be encouraged to walk more, they signed off on his Release and headed for another luncheon with the Hospital Administrators.

"So we can go home now?" Spencer asked impatiently.

"We still have to get your Uncle un-plugged from these machines, and Lunch is already on its way up. There is still some packing to do, so we will be leaving right around 1:00 and be back in Camp before Rest Hour ends." Jeanette told the boys.

By 1:30, with Spencer looking at the clocks and then Jeanette every 30 seconds or so, the exodus began from Duke Medical Center Hospital with the staff, mostly janitorial and maintenance workers who would have to return the Wing of the Hospital used by these very mysterious visitors, back the way it was before they arrived 3 days earlier. They still had no clue as to who they were or where they came from, but they did know that whoever they were, they carried a great deal of "Pull" when it came to the Hospitals Administrators.

As the entourage of people, mostly women and children, escorted a man in a wheel chair down the sidewalk, they were closely followed, and even surrounded, by a phalanx of men in dark suits, sun glasses, and very stern looks on their faces.

"He's got to be a Senator or something. If he was a prisoner, they would never have all those kids around him, and he would be in irons." One of the janitors told his Supervisor.

"I don't recognize him, but they never let anybody get close enough to him to find out." The Supervisor replied.

Once the doors closed on the lead helicopter carrying Sid and the Green Tree people, their security detail quickly entered their helicopter. As the boys all watched, the Sikorsky S-92 lifted up and waited for the lead helicopter to follow as it hovered around the Hospital. Once both aircraft were airborne, the boys lost sight of it as it peeled off to the north.

Sid's arrival at the FEMA Depot less than 30 minutes later was met by a small army of figures standing next to half a dozen golf carts as the boys watched the aircraft land with dust flying everywhere. Bert, Adam, all of Thomas's brothers from Martha's Vineyard as well as Dr. Lester came to escort Sid back to camp, and the reunion was both noisy and tearful on the part of the girls.

Exiting the Sikorsky, Johanna handed Adam a very soundly sleeping Sidney Bertram despite the clamor going on around the baby. "Do you know where Darla and Meaghan are?" The girl asked Adam as she gave the man a kiss.

"Both girls are at the cabin getting it ready for your return. Darla has some important news for you. You will probably want to talk to Sarah before you go back to the cabin." Adam replied as he cradled the baby in his arms.

"Why? Is it bad news?" Johanna asked.

"Not necessarily. Have you been told we're getting in a new batch of kids?" Adam asked.

Johanna shook her head. "From where?" she asked.

"I'll let Bert explain, he probably wants to bring you all up to speed on this together." Adam told the girl.

"So I hear you had Dave build me a ramp onto Beachview so I can stay there for a few days." Sid said as he climbed into Bert's cart for the trip back to camp.

"I'm sorry to hear that the operation on your hearing wasn't a success." Bert replied. "You're going to be going into the Infirmary, and you're going to be setting a good example for the children who will be watching their Uncle Sid as he fully co-operates with the staff concerning his recovery. You don't want to give the kids the impression that they can fight and argue with the medical staff, do you?" he asked his Assistant Director.

"Uncle Sid didn't have an operation on his ears, but you should see the hose they got stuck up his dick." Jesse told the Director from the back seat.

"All the more reason we don't want your Uncle Sid to be climbing up and down any stairs. We certainly wouldn't want him to step on that hose and go tripping down any stairs, right?" Bert asked the boys as he smiled at Sid.

"Like Daffy Duck in Robin Hood?" David asked as all three boys, David, Jesse and Spencer, all began laughing.

With the camp still in Rest Hour after lunch, there were few people out and about, but the scene at the Infirmary was another story altogether. As the golf carts pulled up in front of the building, the porch began to fill quickly with adults and Senior girls who assisted the camps medical staff.

Sarah and Martha were the first to greet Sid as he exited the cart as each girl gave the man a kiss and helped him up the ramp.

Once in his new room which overlooked the Cove and Turtle Rock, Sid lay down on the bed.

"Do you want everybody out so we can get you undressed and in bed?" Sarah asked.

Sid smiled a little as he looked around the room at a few dozen smiling faces. "Sweetheart, I've been laid out in the hospital like a slab of beef being inspected and poked by every person who stepped into the room now for the past 3 days, and all that time, I've been as naked as the day I was born. I don't think there's a person in that hospital who hasn't seen my Johnson, so it really doesn't matter all that much anymore. Besides, is there anybody here who hasn't already seen me naked?" Sid asked the girl. "It's a little too late for me to be standing on modesty." He said.

The crowd began to thin out once Sid was settled into his bed and by the time the bugle blew indicating the end of Rest Period, he was well on his way to an after noon nap long overdue.

"Thomas wants Sid resting for at least 2 hours in the mornings and 3 hours in the afternoon, so Visiting Hours for the children will be restricted to after Dinnertime." Bert began the staff meeting. "Naturally, if he wants to see specific people during the day, that's his call, but if he loads up his schedule and it interferes with his rest time, then you're going to have to selectively weed-out that list." Bert told the Infirmary staff.

"For obvious reasons, Jesse and Spencer have no restrictions on their contact with Sid. I want all staff to encourage them to return to their normal routines as soon as possible, but they have un-restricted access to him, 24/7. There are no restrictions on staff who wish to see him, but let's keep in mind that there's little he can do regarding any problems, so let's keep all the news "Happy" news and leave any problems at the front door. We just don't need Sid hobbling around campus trying to track down an individual or being handed a problem he cannot deal with for now." Bert told his staff.

"Adam said that we are getting another group of children. What's that all about?" Johanna now asked the Director.

Bert nodded his head. "Yes, we're receiving the first group in on Monday, and before it's all over, we'll have roughly another 160 people to feed, most of them eating baby food." Bert responded. "Helen can fill you in on all the details, she is coordinating the move-ins and Sarah will be handling the child care needs of the new arrivals. We're going to be awash in nursing babies and toddlers." Bert told the girls.

"What does that have to do with Darla?" Johanna asked.

"Speak with Sarah." Bert advised the girl. "We're going to be needing volunteers as nursing mothers, and Darla may have been one of the girls who volunteered." Bert replied.

"Does Sid know all about this?" Gloria now asked.

"No, and there's nothing he can do about it even if he did. I'm going to tell him some limited details, but for the most part, he's out of that picture for the time being. He'll be in the Infirmary for at least a week, and then he's going into the Cove until he can get around all by himself. Thomas wants him walking as much as possible, for now, that is the best medicine." Bert said. "Let's let Thomas do his own talking."

"Sid has had some major surgery and there's some major re-alignment that will need to take place in his abdomen. Until he gets his catheter out in roughly two weeks, he's restricted to the area around the Infirmary. He cannot climb stairs and he cannot lift anything over 2 or 3 pounds [1-1½ kg]. So let's not hand him a baby or allow a toddler to jump into his arms. If you're around Sid during any wound care changes or you happen to see him naked, don't signal any alarm to him. Before this is over, his penis is going to get downright ugly. If you have ever wondered why you were told by physicians not play around with, or put things up your urethra's as children, then now is the time for you to learn why it's not a very wise idea. Sid's penis has been severely man-handled with catheters and surgery that it's going to swell to a severe degree. He doesn't know it yet, but its going to swell twice as much as it is today, and it's going to stay that way until the catheter comes out. There's no physical pain involved, but I'm sure you can imagine the emotional pain Sid is going to experience. Sid is already having a stroke about it, so it's your jobs to downplay the problem and just tell him it will go away. I assure you that it will, and I also assure you that if you foster his fears, you will be the one sitting there holding his hand for the next two weeks and not my staff." Thomas told the assembled.

"It goes without saying that the children will not be brought into the picture, especially the Camp Kenny children. They are too young to understand that what they saw was temporary, and would not be able to cope with it psychologically. If you bring any campers with you, make sure the staff is aware of their presence." Bert reminded his staff.

With Sid's return from the hospital, life returned to normal around Green Tree quickly. A routine settled into place in the Infirmary concerning Sid's visitors and the building quickly became the social mecca of camp, temporarily replacing Bert's Office as the place to find Administrators and staff alike.

In the Cove, Spencer and Jesse's return saw Charlie's Cabin practically take up residence on Turtle Rock with Paulie now actively seeking information about Spencer's future plans. Paulie was set to return to his Vineyard home and boarding school with David in just a few days, and he had no clue where Spencer stood since Sid's hospitalization. However, he was determined to find out.

Now fully aware of how things work at Green Tree and how to set things up for success, Paulie had asked Bert to "Fix-it" so the boy could get two horses from the stable's and get Spencer, David and Jesse alone up on Look-out Point after Dinner.

"We already know that David will be attending the Andover School with you, and we're pretty sure that Jesse will chose to delay his departure until Uncle Sid is back up and around. Wouldn't it be better if you just had a talk with Spencer alone?" Bert asked the boy. "You also need to realize Paulie that whatever Spencer may or may not decide concerning his future, his staff is going to have to agree with it. Spencer's wishes are usually agreed to by his staff, but their feelings carry a great deal of weight with him, and if they tell him that something is a bad idea, or could hurt him, he is highly unlikely to go against them, particularly Jeanette and Johanna." Bert told the boy.

"I know that Uncle Bert. My brother Thomas told me that he wouldn't go if he was told not to, but Uncle Sid is back and everything here is fine again. I want to talk to all 3 of them because sooner or later, all 4 of us will be going to school up there, even Jesse." The boy replied.

"Let Aunt Patty know I said it was OK for you to have 2 horses, and I want you back at the Stable's before dark. Just remember Paulie; whatever arrangements are made are tentative depending upon approval. Don't make any promises you can't keep, and don't expect any commitments they can't make." Bert instructed the boy.

Following Dinner, Patty approached Paulie as the boy was exiting the Mess Hall. "Uncle Bert said that you have asked to go on a Trail Ride tonight. I've instructed the stable boys to tack up "Thunder" and David's Belgian for you. Uncle Bert says he wants you back by dark, so when the sun begins to set behind the mountains, it's time to head back to camp, you have ¾ of an hour until darkness. The other boys will know when it's time to leave for the return trip." The Stablemaster instructed the boy.

"You're going on a Trail Ride? Can we go?" Carla instantly asked the boy.

"Uncle Paulie has asked for Talk Time. Beachview is scheduled to ride tomorrow afternoon, so you'll get plenty of opportunity to ride then." Patty told the girl.

Carla knew full well that since "Talk Time" had been invoked, there was no arguing with the plans, but that had never stopped her before. "No fair!" the girl replied as she walked away with her friends.

Patty smiled and shook her head as she watched Carla walk down towards the lakefront. "Anyhow, if you take the Green Trail, you'll have plenty of time to get out to the Point and back. Just don't get caught in the woods after dark, there's no moon tonight, and it's going to be getting mighty black out there in the woods." She told Paulie.

There are hundreds of activities that Green Tree children enjoy doing, but very few that are more popular with them than riding horseback. There are also dozens of ways for the campers of Green Tree to "Play", but very few that can rival the intensity and comfort of riding double, or even triple, with a friend on top of a bareback horse. To Green Tree children, this is the "Cadillac" of play; the ultimate in romping with your best friend, or even just a willing partner. It's also the major reason Green Tree children are usually expert riders by age 8.

"How did you get Aunt Patty to bump us?" Jesse asked as he helped a stable boy tack David's Belgian Mare "Maria" with her custom made lambs wool blanket.

"I asked Uncle Bert if I could have Talk Time with all of us, and asked him if we could do it out at the Point." Paulie replied.

"Neat!" Jesse said as he adjusted Maria's halter while the stable boy adjusted the girth that would keet the blanket in place.

Once both horses were ready, the last order of business was to drop the shorts worn by all 4 boys and hang them up over the corral fence. For the next few hours, there would be no need for clothing, which only tended to get in the way to begin with.

First Jesse and David Mounted Maria, while Spencer gathered two bags of apples, carrots and celery and gave one to David while he tied the other to a ring sewn into the blanket on Thunder. Swinging his leg over the animal, Spencer sat smiling down at Paulie as his friend readied to mount the horse next.

"Whatcha smiling about?" Jesse asked Spencer.

"Thunder has his ears pinned back. I think he got a peek at Paulies dick and thinks that Paulie is going to screw him instead of me." Spencer said giggling as Paulie looked at the stable boy and blushed deeply.

All 3 Green Tree boys as well as the Stable boys giggled as Paulie was given a hand mounting the horse.

"I just gotta go pee." Paulie replied softly.

"Yeah, David does too. That's why his dick is poken me in the ass." Jesse replied as the giggling continued.

"If you guys piss on the horses, you wash them down and clean the tack, we sure as hell ain't gonna do it. And remember, Aunt Patty wants you all back here by dark, so don't spend too long pissing." One of the stable boys said as he patted Maria on the rump and the horse began to walk out of the Barn.

Within a few feet of the barn, Maria's colt came bounding over like a Spring deer in a meadow and took up a position alongside his mother and within smell of the bag of goodies. The colt, now almost 6 months old, was still a small fraction of his mothers size and weight, but he was still pure Belgian, bred from Champion stock. His days of prancing around pastures like a ballerina were numbered, but they were still amusing to watch him try to accomplish as the boys once more giggled, this time at the horses expense rather than Paulies.

"Why do you guys always do that? How would you like it if I made fun of you when you get boners?" Paulie asked his friends.

"Nobody's making fun of you silly. We all gets boners around here, nobody gives a shit, do they?" Spencer asked.

"You don't think it's making fun when you suggest I'm going to fuck a horse?" Paulie asked.

Spencer turned around and looked at Paulie. "Tell me you ain't never fucked a horse before." He told his friend.

"What the hell would I do that for? Of course I ain't never fucked a horse before!" the boy replied.

"Then you're the only boy in Green Tree that ain't. Fuckin a horse ain't no different than fuckin a dog or a cow. Ya might have to make sure it don't kick or bite your dick off, but once you put your dick in them, they like it just fine and it don't feel any different than fuckin anybodys pussie." Spencer told his friend.

Paulie looked at Spencer and realized the boy was not kidding. Turning around, he looked back at Jesse and David. "You too?" he asked.

"That's why the stable boys were laughing. Even they fuck the horses all the time. That's why the horses never go after them." Jesse explained.

"But how can you fuck a horse?" Paulie asked.

"Very carefully." Spencer replied as he turned back around and both David and Jesse giggled. "If you want to try, we'll show you how you gotta do it until the horse gets to like you."

As Paulie tried to digest the thoughts in his head, the ride went silent for a minute or two, but not without having the effect on his penis that made riding so popular to begin with. Even without any assist, his hips moved back and forth on the blanket, and with his penis sandwiched in between Spencer's buttocks, it wasn't long before he was leaking like a faucet with his erection searching for a place to enjoy itself. Moving up as close to Spencer as possible, he wrapped his arms around his friend as he cradled Spencer's testicles in one hand and wrapped his fingers around Spencer's now throbbing penis with the other. Leaning back against his friend's chest, Spencer closed his eyes as Paulie took the side of Spencer's neck in his mouth and began to give the boy a hickey that would be seen on Spencer's for days to come. It would take another minute or two for Paulie's penis to find a way into his friend, but once it did, the next 30 minutes would see it reaching orgasm 3 times before the Point was reached, and it was all effortlessly obtained by the gait of the horse.

The boys arrival at Look-Out Point began pretty much the same way arrivals always began; with the boys all lined up on a rock overhang pissing off the cliff edge to the forest floor about 300 feet [90 m] below them. As the horses grazed on some grass, all four boys found a comfortable spot on the ground.

"Did you want to have Talk Time with all of us, or just you and Spencer?" David now asked. "If you want to just talk to Spencer, me and Jesse can go climb the cherry tree and get some cherries." He told Paulie.

"I ain't got no secrets. I just wanted to talk about the plans we all made to go to school together." Paulie began. "Uncle Bert and Uncle Poppe says that your plans may have changed because of Uncle Sid's surgery. Is that true?" Paulie asked as he looked at Spencer.

"When do we gotta leave?" Spencer asked.

"My school starts on Monday. My brothers are leaving on Saturday, and I have to go back home with them. Thomas said that he expects David will be coming with me. Is that true?" the boy asked David.

"I spoke with Uncle Sid. He wants me to keep to my plans for school. He said he wants me to go, and that he is fine. What are you going to do Spencer?" David asked.

"What are you going to do, Jesse?" Spencer asked as he avoided David's question.

"I ain't talked to Uncle Sid yet. Nobody told me I should." Jesse replied as he now began to tear up a little. "I want to go to school with you guys, but I didn't know Uncle Sid was going to be getting such a big operation. Maybe I can come later, but I can't leave Uncle Sid when he is so sick." Jesse replied as he wiped away a tear steaming down his cheek.

"Uncle Sid ain't sick, Jesse, he's recovering from an operation. It's not the same." David told his friend.

"I can't leave Uncle Sid until he's all better. Maybe then I'll come." Jesse replied.

"Suppose Uncle Sid tells you the same thing he told David?" Paulie asked.

Jesse shook his head looking at the ground. "When Uncle Sid is all better, then I'll come. I can't leave him all alone." Jesse said as the tears dripped to the ground. "I'm sorry Paulie, but I can't go." He said.

"Spencer?" Paulie asked as his own eyes now began to glaze over.

"Jesse is right, I can't leave Uncle Sid while he's still sick. I know he's going to be OK, and I know that he would want us to go, but I can't leave him right now. I want to go with you Paulie, and I love you. But I can't leave Uncle Sid just like you wouldn't leave Uncle Thomas or any of your other brothers." Spencer said.

"Why don't you stay here with us and go to school here until Uncle Sid is all better?" Jesse asked.

Paulie shook his head. "I already thought of that. If I did that, Dora would be left alone and that could kill her. I gotta go back even if I don't want to." The boy replied.

"So we get Uncle Bert to fly Dora here. She could stay here with you until Uncle Sid gets better." Jesse relied hopefully.

"Dora won't never leave The Vineyard again. She don't even go back to Haiti for visits anymore. She won't leave the house, and she won't leave all the other children from my family who come to visit her every week." Paulie replied. "I asked Stuart about it. He says it's impossible to move her and nobody in the family would ever do it against her wishes." The boy concluded as he joined Spencer in tears.

"Uncle Thomas says that Uncle Sid will be back to normal by Thanksgiving. If he is, will you come to school with us then?" David asked Spencer.

Spencer nodded his head. "Once Uncle Sid is all better, I will come." He replied.

"Promise?" Paulie asked.

"I promise, but he's got to be all better first," Spencer replied as Paulie smiled for the first time since dismounting.

"So where the hell is everybody? I get dumped here in no-mans-land, and everybody disappears?" Sid said as Adam walked into Sid's room after dinner with a dozen boys from the Cove.

"What the hell do you mean everybody disappeared? I've looked at the Visitors Log; you've had more than 50 people visiting you, just since General Swim. You've had 8 people sitting here with you just for dinner alone. How many people do you expect to visit?" Adam asked his friend as he bent over and gave the man a kiss on his forehead.

"I haven't seen David, Jesse or Spencer since I was planted here. Did they get so sick of me in the hospital, they don't show up anymore?" Sid asked as one by one, the Cove children greeted the man with hugs and kisses.

"Don't be an idiot. They've been gone for 3 days, and they had tests they have to catch up on with the medical teams. You aren't the only one who needs looking after." Adam told his friend.

"Uncle Bert said they could go on a Trail Ride after dinner. They're up on Look-Out Point with Uncle Paulie." Carla now told the man.

"Trail Ride?" Sid asked Adam.

"Paulie wanted Talk Time. I'll explain it later." He told Sid.

"Paulie became Spencer's Outside Uncle. Paulie says he loves Spencer. Does Aunt Johanna know that?" Carla asked Sid.

"I'm not sure. I've not talked about Paulie to your Aunt Johanna, or any other Aunt. Is there a reason I should?" Sid asked the girl.

"Uncle Paulie is leaving with David to go back to his school on Saturday. Is he going to be taking Spencer with him?" Carla asked.

"Taking Spencer?" Sid asked Adam.

"There are 600 children here Sid. Would you like to find out what's going on according to all 600? I'll talk to you later, in the meantime, we're here to find out how Uncle Sid is doing, and NOT to give him information you know nothing about. Right, Carla?" Adam replied.

"Yeah, but if Uncle Paulie is Spencers Outside Uncle and he wants Spencer with him, then he has that right, don't he?" Carla asked as the boys around Sids bed all nodded in agreement.

"Tell Johanna I want to speak to her." Sid told Martha as the girl brought in some ice water for the man.

Adam shook his head. "Nobody's going anywhere, and I want to talk with you before you speak to Johanna. There are no plans you are not aware of." Adam told Sid.

"You're fucking right there ain't! Get Bert's ass in here." Sid replied now deeply annoyed.

Once all 12 children gave Sid their hugs and kisses, Adam ushered the boys out the door. "You have a little over an hour until Return to Quarters, so if you're going swimming or boating, you need to do it now. I want you all to remain in the Cove until I get back; I need to speak to your Uncle Sid first." Adam told the campers.

Adam closed the door to Sid's room as a new group lined up to see the man.

"There's been nothing discussed concerning Spencer since you left, and there are no plans to do anything that you're not fully aware of. You need to stop having your strings pulled by an 11 year old girl, Sid, you're beginning to look a little foolish." Adam told his friend.

"Spencer considers Paulie his Outside Uncle?" Sid asked his friend. "Paulie's having Talk Time with him right now?"

Adam nodded his head. "You knew about Spencer making Paulie his Outside Uncle before you left. You also know that anybody can have Talk Time with a boy anytime they want to. So what?" Adam asked.

"So why do the kids think Spencer is going North?" Sid asked.

"They're guessing. We're all guessing. We're all also betting Spencer won't be going anywhere anytime soon. What do you think the girls will have to say about that possibility?" Adam asked.

"So there hasn't been any meetings with the girls?" Sid asked.

"If there were, you would most certainly would have been there. Have you had any meetings lately?" Adam asked. "If you spoke to Johanna about this right now, she wouldn't have a clue in the world about what you're talking about and she would be getting mighty upset. Is that what you want?" Adam asked.

"No, of course not. I just don't want to hear that decisions are being made behind my back." Sid explained.

"Then you need to have a lot more faith in Bert then you're displaying right now." Adam replied.

"Faith about what?" Bert asked as the Director entered Sid's room followed by Christopher and 2 of his monitors. Going up to Sid, Bert gave his Assistant a kiss on his forehead as Christopher began pawing his way up the side of Sid's bed headed for some fruit on a bedside table.

"Sid's got his bloomers in a twist because he thinks we're packing Spencer's bags behind his back." Adam replied.

"Who said anything about Spencer's bags being packed?" Bert asked.

"Carla may have hinted at it." Adam replied.

"Oh, well shit, that's pretty definitive. Did she give us a date?" Bert asked.

"So Paulie or Spencer have no plans to go to school together? "I'm told that Paulie is leaving for home this week-end. Spencer's OK with that?" Sid asked.

"Just prior to your going into the hospital, there was some discussion going on, but that's all it was; discussion. And even then, it was all coming from Paulie with no staff involvement." Bert explained. "But the situation has changed Sid; Spencer was unaware of the seriousness of your operation. I doubt he has any inclination to be leaving Green Tree right now, and none of the rest of the staff do either."

"Spencer wasn't the only one who was unaware of the seriousness of the operation. If I knew they were going to cut me up like a side of beef and stick a hose down my dick, I probably wouldn't have gone myself." Sid replied as the girls giggled a little.

Bert shook his head. "If you weren't such a baby, we wouldn't have had to sugar coat it as much as we did. Any surgery is serious stuff Sid, but on a scale of one to ten, this was probably a two or three. One in three men in America have prostate problems Sid, it's not like you had triple by-pass surgery. You'll be back to your good old self in no time. Already you've regained your ability to be a pain in the ass, things are looking up!" Bert told his friend as the girls again giggled as they peeled a banana for Christopher.

Adam smiled as he bent over and gave Sid a goodbye kiss on Sid's forehead. "I will be back after Taps; I have some rounds to make and some campers to see to. Get yourself some rest." He told his friend.

"I want to see Spencer when he comes back." Sid replied.

"I'm sure all three boys will be in to see you before they return to the cabin, I'll make sure of it." Adam replied as he took his leave.

"Wim?" Christopher asked excitedly as he stood up and made the sign for swimming.

"He saw the boys in the Cove in the water." Claire told Adam.

"You want to go swimming?" Adam asked the boy.

"Dumb fucking question." Bert said as the boy now began to drop the straps of his bib overalls.

As Christopher stood with his hands on Bert's shoulders, the Director took off the overalls and then pulled Christopher's underpants down and off the boy who now stood completely naked.

Adam once again shook head. At 13 years of age now, Christopher had the body of an eight year old, weighing just a little more than 70 pounds [30 kg] at a height of 40 inches 1 m]. When he first arrived at Green Tree barely age 12, he was 20 pounds [10 kg] lighter, and 10 inches [25 cm] shorter. He had no muscle tone then, and was as white as a ghost in his skin tone. His stomach was the biggest thing on his body, with a small ass and an even smaller genital package usually attributed to a 4 year old, or less.

Now as he stood there, he sported a golden tan from head to feet, still retained a stomach that looked like it had just eaten a watermelon, had hair almost down to his shoulders, and had the ass of one of Michelangelo's cherubs. I fact, Christopher's body looked more like a Cherub than a Cherub's did. He now sported short, but stocky legs that looked like they could run the 3 minute mile, and the arms of a wrestler, albeit a midget wrestler. His 4 year old genitals had given way to those of a typical 6 to 8 year old, except possible for his testicle's which were rarely out of their inguinal canals.

Without great fanfare or notice, Christopher had gone from a 50 pound [25 kg] piece of soft fluff, to a solid hunk of a boy whose size and chronological age would never fully catch up to each other.

As Christopher now leaped into Adam's arms without notice, Adam braced himself. "He has a spare swim vest in the Laundry Room, and I think there may be one hanging on the side of the cabin on the clothesline." Adam told the girls as he patted Christopher on the ass. "There are probably spare bathing suits for you in the Laundry Room too." He told the girls.

"That's OK Uncle Adam; we always wear our suits under our shorts when we know Christopher is going to be near the water." Claire replied as they said "Goodbye" to Sid and gave the man another kiss.

Once Adam and the girls left with Christopher now sitting on Adams shoulders, Bert returned to the business at hand. "In the morning, we'll find the time and the opportunity to sit down with the boys and figure out future plans. Since the girls are going to have to be there, and this is going to have to be a Team Decision, let's not start a riot where none is needed. OK?" Bert asked his friend as Sid nodded agreement.

"What I also need to bring you and the girls up to speed on is a new development that occurred while all of you were away. " Bert began. "There's been another Geppetto School closing and we're going to be bringing in another group of children like we have in the past. These kids are mostly Camp Kenny aged, and we've got ourselves some special problems with them as we usually do with children we haven't raised." Bert told his Assistant.

"How many?" Sid asked. "When?"

"75, mostly little ones under 3. Most are still breast feeding, and we have to address that problem." Bert replied. "We also have some weight problems we're going to be dealing with, and one particular problem with ambiguous genitalia." Bert said.

"How ambiguous?" Sid asked.

Bert pulled out a picture of Jamie and handed it to his Assistant.

Sid studied the picture for a good 30 seconds. "I've seen this before at Georgetown, but never on a Geppetto boy. Does he consider himself a male, or a female?" Sid asked.

"Male". Bert replied.

Sid shook his head. "Too bad, things would be real easy if he thought of himself as a girl. This is going to throw our kids for a fucking loop. It's a little beyond dealing with a couple of tomboys in their midst." He said as he handed back the picture.

Bert nodded agreement. "We'll be meeting with staff regularly between now and Monday when they start arriving, and I'll make sure you're kept in the loop. Do you want to have the meetings here?" Bert asked.

Sid again nodded. "Where's all that milk coming from? Are these kids coming with staff?" Sid asked.

"Most of their existing staff is going with the balance of their old school, either to Alabama or New Hampshire. We're receiving 20 girls, mostly lactating mothers or surrogates." Bert replied.

"20 sets of tits aren't going to feed 75 stomach's, where are the rest of the tits coming from?" Sid asked.

"We're accepting volunteers. Want us to add your name?" Bert asked.

"We still don't have the tits, even if you add our girls." Sid replied.

"We're in the process now of inducing lactation amongst the older girls. We think we can meet the demand until we get the new girls on-line. If we can't, we'll be flying in frozen milk from the La Leche League in Boston until we can." Bert replied.

"Where the fuck are we going to put another 95 people?" Sid now asked.

"That's why we couldn't build you a ramp onto Beachview. Dave has his crews building and renovating around the clock. We've pulled every available Senior Boy and staff member off their regular duties and put them to work." Bert said.

"And in the meantime, I sit here with a hose stuck up my dick doing nothing." Sid replied.

"Or, you sit here with a hose stuck up your dick and help with the coordination and planning. You don't have to be swinging a hammer around here to be helping; you could use your brains even if your dick is useless." Bert told Sid.

"With friends like you, no wonder he's such a cranky old bitch. The Doctor wants him to be resting. Can you beat him up sometime later?" Stephanie asked as she closed the window curtains.

"I'm expecting Spencer, David and Jesse." Sid told the Nurse.

"Fine. You take a nap, and when they get here, I wake you up." She replied as she held the room door for Bert.

Adam's return to the Cove with most of the Beachview children from the Infirmary visit had left a trail of shorts and underwear strewn along the lakeside trail, as one by one, his boys got naked and headed out to Turtle Rock. In the meantime, there were probably a good 3 dozen people already out on the Rock, including a good percentage of the truck drivers from the New Hampshire School and Thomas's brothers from the Vineyard. Adam shook his head and smiled as he could spot, even from that distance, a goodly number of the boys in full erection in honor of the guests in their midst's. Normally, the boys kept things calm and quiet except when actively engaged, but the presence of this "New blood" all around them had them "Friskier" than normal.

"It looks like another long night for Thomas's brothers." Dr. Lester said with a smile as he walked alongside Adam.

Adam nodded his head. "I'm sure there aren't going to be any complaints, but I'm also sure that Thomas's brothers will need at least a week to recover lost sleep once they return to Martha's Vineyard. Trying to keep one Geppetto Boy happy is difficult enough, the boys have been triple teaming them just about every night for a week now, so I'm sure they'll have some very serious sperm counts to try to recover."

Dr. Lester giggled a bit, but didn't respond directly as he changed the topic. "We had a meeting concerning Sid. Bert feels that the best way to handle his recovery is to bury him in work. Allowing him to lay in the Infirmary and dwell on his surgery isn't going to help him one bit, and keeping him active, at least mentally, will. What do you think?" the Doctor asked Adam.

Adam again nodded his head. "It's the usual response around this place; when there's a problem, bury the problem in work." Adam replied. "Why wasn't I invited to the meeting?" he now asked.

Doctor Lester smiled somewhat. "Bert figured you would like the idea; he also still wants you once removed from Sid's medical problems. Sid is still going to need someone who is there for him strictly as a friend, with nothing to do with the medical aspects of his case. In effect, you've been Sid's "Refuge" from his medical problems, and Bert thinks you need to retain that position with Sid. So do I, if it matters." The Doctor told Adam.

"Of course it matters." Adam told the Doctor as the two men now stood on the beach in front of the Rock.

"Hey Uncle Adam, watch me dive!" Sammy yelled from the Rock.

As Sammy did a back-flip into the Lake Adam dropped his shorts to the beach. "Well Doc, we might not be as pretty as our guests to the boys, but I guess it's time we made an appearance out there." He said as he walked out into the water.

With his ear resting on Paulie's thigh, Spencer watched his friends testicles retreat up towards his groin, as one by one, Spencer played with them with his thumb. Paulie's penis had already gone back down and glistened in the setting sun after Spencer had withdrawn yet one more of Paulie's supply of sperm as the crimson red color of Paulie's penis was testimony to. Spencer dreamily smiled as Paulie now worked diligently at returning the favor on him.

Playfully, Spencer tucked both of Paulie's balls into their little canals and watched as the small lumps traveled up his friends groin being chased there by Spencer's fingers. Spencer's smiled again as Paulie's penis involuntarily twitched in response.

"Your dick is drooling again. Are you sure you ain't a Geppetto Boy?" Spencer asked his friend as he lifted his head up off Paulie's thigh and drew the boys penis back into his mouth. Once suctioned, Spencer laid his head back down with Paulie paying 100% of his attention to his task, and none to the goings on around his groin.

Watching Paulie's penis once again try to go back to relative sleep, Spencer continued to hold Paulie's balls in-place in his friends inguinal canals as he felt the involuntary movement of his friends pelvic floor muscles every time he flex his own in response to Paulie's work on his own penis.

Spencer was close to orgasm, but he also had control over his body that Paulie had rarely experienced with another boy before. If Spencer wanted to, he could "Hold-back" for an hour or more and Paulie had no intentions of allowing that to happen as he shifted slightly. He wanted Spencer coming, and he wanted Spencer to know how to be made special love to, not just some silly assed lollipop action.

Spencer's eye's closed as Paulie's index finger found his friends prostate and began slowly massaging it as Spencer's penis responded in a brain twitching frenzy of excitement. Spencer could "Relax" all he wanted to, Paulie now completely controlled the boys sexual response and was in total control of Spencer as Spencer's hips moved whether Spencer wanted them to or not.

Both David and Jesse, who had already made each other about as happy as they needed to be, sat Indian style watching the love making in quiet silence. The had most certainly seen Spencer being made love to before, in fact, MOST of the time it was them doing the love making with him, but as they sat there now, neither one remembered seeing Spencer quite this "Involved". As Spencers body went rigid with his orgasm, there was no mistaking that whatever Paulie was making their friend experience was not your typical Green Tree romp.

"Maybe Spencer's right, maybe you are a Geppetto Boy." Jesse said as Paulie kissed a now soaking wet Spencer who was panting like a puppy.

"If I was a Geppetto Boy, my brothers would have known about it long before this. I can't be a Geppetto Boy; before I came here, I never fucked all day, all the time. Unless being a Geppetto Boy is catching, I ain't one, unfortunately." Paulie replied as he wiped Spencers forehead dry with his shirt.

"You would want to be a Geppetto Boy? Jesse asked.

"What's wrong with fucking? Outsiders fuck all the time and they get into trouble for it. Here, I can fuck all I want, and I don't get into trouble. That's pretty cool." Paulie replied.

Jesse nodded his head. "Uncle Sid says that everybody fucks, but they're too stupid or afraid to admit it, even to themselves sometimes. He says the reason they lock people up is because they're afraid that if they don't, other folks will find out they're doing the same exact thing."

"I got sent away once for fucking. The kids I lived with weren't trying to fuck me, it was the people who told me that fucking was bad and I had to be put away. Then every night, they would all crawl into our beds and fuck us. It was nuts." Paulie replied. "They use to stand there next to us in Court while the judge was telling me I was a fucking pervert, and the guy next to me was screwing my balls off every night."

"What did you do?" Spencer asked.

"My brother Marty came to Court and saved me. I went to live with him and my Uncle Joel and all my brothers." Paulie replied.

"But you still had sex." Jesse said.

"Sure we did, but it was because I wanted to, not because if I didn't, the guy would beat my fucking ass in every night." Paulie replied. "Nobody ever made me fuck after my Brother Marty saved me. If I wanted to fuck, I did. If I didn't want to fuck, nobody touched me. There's a difference". Paulie told his friends.

"Well you sure did wanna fuck Spencer!" David said.

"I didn't fuck Spencer, I made love to him. That's another difference!" Paulie said as he bent over Spencer and kissed his friends beet red penis.

The return trip to Camp came just after the sun dipped below the mountains to the West. It was a 45 minute walk for the horses as Spencer coupled in back of Paulie and Jesse rode in back of David. There was no special hurry back to camp, and no special hurry for any of the 4 boys to reach orgasm once more before the coming bedtime romp which would put all 4 to sleep faster than any medication could.

Immediately following Dinner, Dave gathered his most experienced Crew Chiefs from the various fields of maintenance needs; the plumbers, electricians, carpenters, framers, roofers, masons, electrical and heavy equipment operators who could work autonomously from his direct supervision while he traveled from job site to job site to make sure the renovation s necessary were going as planned. The boys now gathered around the large tables set up under one of the 4 tents now erected around Cabin Castle was going to be the largest and most involved of the Projects necessary to house the in-coming group of new children, and he had spent the entire night on the computer working with the students at Harvard and M.I.T. to formulate the re-construction of the Cabin now underway.

"The children from Freemont who will be arriving by Noon this Monday will be walking into a Cabin Castle that will look like this." Dave began as he unveiled an Architects drawing of a two story, lake-side cabin of 4,700 Sq. Ft. that looked externally very much like the Cabin they now stood in front of. As he turned the pages on the next 4 pages, the boys drew a sigh of relief as it became clear that, externally at least, the Project was "No big deal".

"Before you all go patting yourselves on the back and start planning to go back to boating and fishing anytime soon, these are the new specs we need to make to the interior of the Cabin in order to accommodate our new arrivals. Keep in mind; we have exactly 88 hours before we stand aside and hand the building over to the new arrivals fully ready to accommodate them." Dave said as he now displayed the plans page-by-page up on a large screen. 46 pages later, it was apparent the Cabin was going to be "A bid deal".

Being use to the way Dave ran his meetings, none of the boys had any questions, yet.

"We will begin the tear-out tonight, and it will be completed by 6:00 in the morning. You will all be on 16 hours, off 8 hours, beginning tomorrow morning. All service to the cabin will be shut down, and temporary service used until it's safe to turn back on the water, electric and sewer." Dave told his crew.

"You will each have a crew of 8 under your Supervision initially, and both The New Hampshire School and The Alabama School are sending us 12 skilled craftsmen apiece. The New Hampshire crew will be here by tonight, and the Alabama crew will be here by noon tomorrow. We had more volunteers available to us, but we can only utilize so many bodies at a time before you all start getting in each others way. Your primary task is going to be to co-ordinate your area of responsibilities and use the available man-power you have so that you're not tripping over each other for the next 88 hours." Dave told the boys.

"Questions?" Dave asked.

"Why do these kids need so many separate quarters? Most of these rooms call for 2 to 4 in a room. What's the matter with dorm rooms like most of us have?" one boy asked.

"And what's the matter with our style of shower and bath rooms? These plans call for 10 small bathrooms when the cabin is only going to house 36 kids at max. Why not build bathrooms that hold a dozen kids instead of just 2?" Another of Dave's Assistants added.

"This re-build is going to house Camp Kenny aged children. Most are still nursing babies, the balance are going to be toddlers who are not use to our dorm style of living. We're not really renovating a cabin, it's more like converting a cabin into an apartment house." Dave told the boys.

"In 88 hours." One boy said as he shook his head.

Another assistant looked out towards the lake which was now full of Intermediate boys in boats and canoe's and both the beach area by the Mess Hall and the Cove teeming with swimmers, both boys and girls. "We're switching the camps again?" he asked.

Dave shook his head. "No, Camp Kenny is going to remain on the hill. This will be the only Cabin on the lake housing Camp Kenny children, at least as far as the plans are now." He told the group.

"None of these plans show any modifications to the waterfront. Are there separate plans for them?" one of the boys now asked.

"Not that I know of." Dave replied as he sorted through the pile of drawings.

"Then all the new arrivals better know how to swim. Some of that lakefront drops immediately into 3 foot deep water. Uncle Dan is going to at least have to put up a fence." The boy observed.

"We could throw a temporary fence along the shoreline to keep them away from the water for now." Dave replied.

"You can't do that Uncle Dave, that's one of the best fishing spots on the lake besides the Cattails!" the boy replied to a bunch of nodding heads.

"I'll bring it up tonight with your Uncle Bert and Uncle Dan. I'll make sure they know what your concerns are, but the safety of the little ones is going to dictate how your Uncle's rule." Dave told his boys as a truck full of temporary lighting now backed up to the Cabin.

As organized as the rest of Green Tree is when it comes to the various departments that actually run the Camp, Dave's crew of maintenance workers and builders are even more so. With each assistant's job now spelled out for him and on paper, the boys could be counted on to accomplish their assigned task with little, if any, further involvement on Dave's part. They knew how to read and understand architects drawings, and the plans were drawn up in sequence to ensure that one team was not in the way of another during the renovation.

In 88 hours, or less, Cabin Castle would be transformed from a dormitory style Camp building into a small apartment house with individual units to accommodate the new arrivals, and it would all be accomplished as seamlessly as any other task performed at Green Tree.

With the buglers blowing "Call to Quarters", several dozen campers swam to shore as Adam and the rest of the adults standing on Turtle Rock watched. "That's one hell of a system you have there. It sure does save on a lot of wasted words. One bugle call, and they start heading in another direction." Michael said as the man gathered his towel.

Adam smiled. "We started the bugle calls two years ago for the summer camp program, and it worked out so well, we just kept it going all year long. It pretty much eliminated the need for watches and clocks around the camp, and it keeps the children on-schedule throughout the day. We don't even need a P.A. system." Adam told the guests.

"So what happens now?" Michael asked as the men all jumped into the water and headed for the beach.

"This is probably their most favorite part of the day. They know they have an hour to shower and prepare to settle down for the night. They use this time in their day to spend some quiet time, either with staff or between themselves. They consider it 'Prime Time', either to have Private Talk, or just to be with their favorite friend. It's about the only time we have to get their ears clean or cut their finger and toe nails if needed. Once they complete showers, it's one of the few times of the day you'll find them sitting still long enough to do it." Adam told his guests.

"Once Taps blows, they'll be wound down enough to settle down with each other for the last romp of the day, at least that's how it usually works. Now of course, we can kiss the routine goodbye; they have some other plans in mind." Adam said.

"You mean us." Michael replied.

"Before you leave, just about every boy in the Cove, and some beyond, are going to know everything there is to know about you; bank on it." Adam replied with a smile.

"They have a little extra skip to their walk right now because they think they have a date tonight. I have to stop in after Taps to see Sid, and you have a meeting with Bert in his Office. That news will slow them down a little, but I doubt that you'll be returning to a Cove that is sound asleep. If you were planning on getting more than 6 hours of sleep tonight, you won't be sleeping in the Cove." Adam told his guests as they walked onto the grass in front of Beachview Cabin.

As darkness fell across the lake, Stuart could make out a word here and there coming from the porches of the cabins around the lake that now filled with boys and their staff in various forms of preparation for bedtime. Sitting down in a large rocking chair that all cabins seemed to have, the Doctor listened and watched as the boys routine played itself out in the same way it had been doing for decades. Boys drying themselves off and putting on underpants, or not. Boys finding a staff member to brush out their hair or cut their nails. Boys quietly talking to their friends, and boys laying on the grass in front of their cabins watching the sky for a falling star, or a bat to fly over the lake in haphazard flight.

"It reminds me of my days at summer camp when I was a boy." Stuart said as Adam and several Staff including Dr. Lester arrived on the porch and took up chairs alongside the man.

"There are certain times of the day, such as Meal Times or Rest Period when any talk or discussion that might cause stress for the boys is off limits. We refer to it as Quiet Time, and we're now in the middle of it. This is the time of day they wind-down from the days activities, and prepare for bed. It's one of the rare moments we have time to breath deep and relax." Adam told his guests with a smile. "If we're going to get broadsided with a problem, it's not going to be now." He said.

"Somebody stole my fuckin box of candy!" Carla said as the front screen door slammed shut and the girl landed on Adam's lap in a soggy heap.

Adam shook his head and began to dry the girl off with his towel as she laid back.

"What box of candy, sweetheart?" Adam asked as the guests tried to hide their smiles.

"I got a box of Taffy from Uncle Michael, and somebody fuckin stole it from my dresser!" Carla replied.

"We will figure out what happened to your candy in the morning. In the meantime, can you show our guests how much of a sweet and innocent little lady you are? I've been telling our guests that you and Jeannie are the kindest, sweetest little girls that they could ever meet, and I don't think the 'Fuckin' routine demonstrates my point very well." Adam told the girl.

"Sweet?" Carla asked her counselor as she turned around and looked at Adam.

"You forgot 'Innocent', but who's counting?" Adam replied as the adults on the porch stifled their smiles and laughter.

"You're just foolin with me Uncle Adam." Carla replied as she handed the man her hairbrush and turned herself back around.

"No, I'm just trying to keep things in Quiet Time. You do remember the rules, right?" Adam asked as he began to brush out the girls long flowing hair that now stretched to her waist line. "We will find out what happened to your candy in the morning, but for now, you pretend Carla is the most angelic little angel in the world and stop making a liar out of your poor old Uncle Adam in front of our guests." Adam told the girl as he gave her a kiss on the back of her neck.

"Why do they gots all them lights on in Cabin Castle?" Carla now asked as her thoughts changed track instantaneously.

"Your Uncle Dave and Uncle Charlie are fixing up Cabin Castle for some new arrivals. Uncle Bert will be explaining exactly what's going on to the entire Camp after breakfast tomorrow." Adam replied as he looked across the lake at the Cabin that was now lit up like a Christmas tree with spotlights both inside and out.

"How old is they?" the girl asked as both the porch and the lawn began filling up with the boys coming out of the showers.

"The campers who will be living in Cabin Castle are going to be made up of mostly babies and toddlers. It will be a Camp Kenny Cabin, except it will be down here next to Aunt Johanna and Aunt Beth with their babies." Adam replied.

"Does that mean we ain't gonna be able to fish over there?" Sammy asked as he waited for his turn to get his hair brushed.

"I'm sure the same rules will apply for Cabin Castle that apply to Sidney Bertram and Joshua. As long as you're quiet during nap times, there shouldn't be a problem. You don't go around screaming and hollering when you fish anyway, do you?" Adam asked.

"No, but all the fish hang out in front of Cabin Castle, not in front of Aunt Beth and Aunt Johanna." Andrew replied from the lawn as the other boys around him agreed.

"Are the new babies coming from Boston, too?" Carla now wanted to know.

"No sweetheart, the new babies are coming from a Geppetto School that is closing like your school did. Uncle Bert will explain it all in the morning." Adam replied.

"So who's gonna feed all these new babies?" Carla asked as she looked down upon her budding breasts.

"Not you, that's for sure!" Billy called up from the lawn to a bunch of giggles.

Most, but not all of the "Fuck you!" that came from Carla was muffled into Adam's free hand as the counselor wrapped it around the girls lips, but still, the message was clear.

"May I remind everyone that we're still in Quiet Time. And Billy; if you plan on having any enjoyable play time with Carla anytime soon, I suggest you avoid pissing her off." Adam told the still giggling boy.

The muffled retort from Carla was un discernable, but most assumed it was not a compliment.

"Nobody expects girls as young as Carla and Jeannie to be nursing babies. Once they get older, that time will come, but for now, they're strictly very pretty and very handy toys to have available to you if you play your cards right. You start making fun of them, and the only tits you'll have to play with are your own." Adam told the boys as he once again kissed the girl on the neck waiting for her to stop mumbling into his hand that was still over her mouth.

"So how come all these Geppetto schools keep closing, Uncle Adam? Is Green Tree going to close some day too?" Sammy now asked.

"There's a huge difference between Green Tree, The New Hampshire School and The Alabama School; we're located on large pieces of Federal land that cannot be developed or sold. The Albemarle School and Pine Ridge School were located on lands that had very close private land nearby and when that land was developed; those schools would have been too public to continue." Adam told the boys.

"Why don't the public like us?" Andrew asked.

"It's not that they don't like you. It's more like they are afraid of you. Even people who are not Geppetto, but who want to live a lifestyle unlike the rest of society are targeted by the ignorant folks around them. Nudists for example are constantly harassed because they choose not to wear clothing sometimes. They have to hide their existence behind high fences and walls because the public is afraid of their attitude towards their bodies. Most folks are petrified of their own sexuality and will do almost anything to hide it from other people. Living next to a camp full of children who actually swim naked would horrify these people, so we don't give them the privilege of seeing us." Adam replied with a smile.

"Yeah, fuck them!" Carla said as she pulled Adam's hand away from her mouth.

Once the yearling got a scent of the stables in his nostrils, he took off from his mother in a sprint. As he appeared out of the woods at the head of the bridle path, the stable boys waiting for the return of Spencer, David, Paulie and Jesse knew their arrival was imminent as they prepared to wash down the horses and put them out to pasture for the night.

Moochie headed straight for a favored stable boy who could always be counted on to come up with a piece of apple or carrot. While one boy gave the Belgian pony some treats, the other used the hose to "Shower" the horse in cool, clean water. "He doesn't look all heated up, so they must be walking Maria." The boy feeding the horse remarked as he looked over the pony.

Within a very few minutes, the boys appeared in the clearing.

"You guys cut it pretty close. Another 10 minutes, and we would have come out looking for you." A stable boy told the riders who were now sliding off their mounts one by one.

"Did Return to Quarters blow yet?" David asked.

"No, but it will any minute now. Aunt Stephanie has already called 3 times asking if you guys were back yet, you better get yourselves down to the Infirmary, Uncle Sid wants to see you." The boy replied as he un strapped the blanket girth from Maria.

Pulling their shorts back on, all 4 boys now dashed for the trail that would lead them directly down to the junior boys campus. Arriving at the Infirmary just as the bugle blew, the Nurse shook her head as she had all 4 boys sign the register. "Your Uncle Thomas wants Uncle Sid to be sound asleep by Taps, and all four of your stink of horses, so let's make this visit as short and sweet as you can so you can get showered before bedtime and Uncle Sid gets his rest" she told the boys.

The meeting with Sid went quickly with David and Paulie as both boys gave the man a kiss. However, it was clear that the real meeting was between Sid, Spencer and Jesse, and what the boys had planned for the immediate future. As David and Paulie said goodnight and left for the their cabin, both Spencer and Jesse stayed behind and sat alongside the man, one on each side of him.

"I understand that you had Private Time with Paulie up on Look-Out Point. Have you made any plans I need to be made aware of?" Sid asked both boys.

"Uncle Paulie wanted me to go to The Andover School with him and David. Jesse wanted to go with us too, but we changed our minds and we're going to stay here with you." Spencer said quietly with his head bowed.

"You thought about leaving Green Tree?" Sid asked the boy.

"Not really leaving. It was just going to be for school with David and Jesse and we would be staying mostly on The Vineyard. We also figured we could spend a bunch of time with you and Uncle Barry on Block Island once your house was all fixed up." Spencer replied.

"It sounds like a great plan. What made you change your mind?" Sid asked.

"I just don't want to leave right now. Maybe Uncle Paulie can stay here and live with us and go to school here instead." Spencer replied.

"I haven't spoken to any of Paulie's family, but I don't really think Paulie can just leave The Andover School and his family behind like that. Do you?" Sid asked the boy.

Sid knows when to open his mouth, and also knows when words aren't really necessary. As both Spencer and Jesse did a good job of getting the front of his hospital gown soaking wet with their tears, Sid patted each boy on their back with tenderness and in silence. He would have been vehemently opposed to either boy leaving Green Tree at that time, but the decision to stay had already been made by the boys themselves.

As the bugler played Taps, lights in the cabins around the lake, including those in the cove, began to go out as quiet enveloped the camp with the notable exception of the area around Cabin Castle which was now ablaze in lights, both internally and externally as the Maintenance crews of the Senior Boys camp were busily tearing out walls, electrical wiring, plumbing, and heating fixtures, which by morning would leave the building little more than a shell of it's former configuration. From across the lake, the boys in those cabins could see what was going on, but the cabins next to the re-build and on the same side of the lake, could only hear what was transpiring.

Adam stepped out onto the screened-in porch that surounds Beachview Cabin with the guests from the Vineyards and shook his head at a row of his boys laying on sleeping bags with their noses pressed against the screens watching the action, and a line of very bare asses shining in the moonlight.

"I am going to stop in and see your Uncle Sid for a few minutes, and our Guests have a meeting with your Uncle Bert that they need to attend, so we'll be back in a little while. Taps has blown, so I don't want to hear of any problems when I come back. Etienne and Greg will be on duty for the Cove tonight, so if you need something, they will not be very far away. I'm assuming you're all going to be behaving yourselves?" Adam asked.

"Are you going to be bringing me back my taffy?" Carla asked.

"I'm sure it will be the very first topic of Uncle Bert's meeting. You will get another box of taffy, but you won't be eating any of it tonight, so if that's the only thing keeping you awake, don't bother." Adam replied.

"Is Uncle Stuart coming back here to sleep again?" Billy now asked.

"Yes, my brother and I intend to sleep here, is that alright?" Stuart asked.

A small round of giggling commenced as Carla jostled Billy, who was laying alongside her. "It's a lot more than alright, Billy wants to sleep with you silly." She said as the giggling increased.

Adam again shook his head knowing where this conversation was going to lead if allowed to progress. Bending down and giving Carla several pats on her ass, Adam was determined to cut her off before she got on a roll. "You're entering into forbidden territory concerning Privacy. Carla needs to worry about who Carla sleeps with, and not who other people may or may not want to sleep with. Billy has rights, and so does Uncle Stuart; Isn't that right Carla?" The counselor asked the girl.

"Geez Uncle Adam, we all fuck, what's the big deal?" The girl asked.

"Isn't that right Carla?" Adam asked a little more sternly.

To some muffled giggles, Carla reluctantly said "Yes, Uncle Adam."

Walking down the front steps of the Cabin, Adam and his group met up with Kevin and Dr. Lester.

"There's no doubt that she enjoys pushing the envelope, but at least it isn't malicious. She has an irrepressible free spirit that I wouldn't want her to lose, and despite what some folks think, she does know where and when she can display her freedom of speech, and when to keep things between friends." Adam told the men of the Vineyard.

"So you're saying she wouldn't go out and write a book about her exploits." Michael said with a grin.

"Not without knowing who was going to be reading it. As do all the boys, the girls know the security ramifications of their actions, and once they are outside of their safe zone, they are as defensive about their sexuality as is little Johnny next door. They know when its safe to drop their drawers, and when its time to keep them on. But still, once they are back on thick ice, it can end up as a lot of collar pulling to get use to their candidness. It took me months to stop cringing from some of the things they will spontaneously come up with, so a feel very sorry for you poor guys who have just had a few days to adjust." Adam told his guests.

"So Carla was right about Billy?" Michael asked.

Adam smiled deeply. "She was dead on, and the rest of the boys knew it. Apparently, you've made an impression upon Billy and he intends on sleeping with you. You can certainly say 'No' to him, but when one of these kids wants you in their bed, that's where you end up." Adam told the men as they walked towards the Infirmary.

"The 'New blood' syndrome again?" Kevin asked Adam. Adam smiled and nodded his head.

"They all know that their guests are going to be leaving this week-end, and it's a regular foot-race to ensure that the stories they have heard are all true." Adam said with a chuckle.

"So you're saying that it's our guests fault for being so good at their jobs." Dr. Lester now said.

"Well, as you know, our boys are a little like gourmet taste testers when it comes to romping, and when you supply them with steak instead of hamburger, it ranks higher on their scale of appreciation. Yes, I'd say our guests are definitely at fault for their own popularity." Adam replied as the men chuckled.

As the men walked along the lake path, the lights and activity across the lake now drew their attention.

With the sounds of walls being ripped down and dumpsters being filled with construction debris by the heavy machinery, there was obviously some serious work being done.

"Do you think it will be ready by Monday?" Kevin asked.

"Dave and Charlie were given a schedule, and by hook or crook, the schedule will be met. I understand that there's a crew coming in from New Hampshire, and another from Alabama, so that means there will be close to 100 maintenance and construction crew members on the Project." Adam replied.

Meeting up with Dan, the group walked on until Adam arrived at the Infirmary and left the rest of the group to see Sid.

"He's a little fixated on the catheter and the condition of his penis. It's going to get worse before it gets better, so just re-assure him everything is fine and his dick isn't going to fall off anytime soon." Dr. Lester told Adam.

"How much worse?" Adam asked.

"His penis is probably swollen by half the amount it's going to be before it recedes back to normal. It's not going to return to complete normalcy until after the catheter is removed, but it will recede greatly within a week to 10 days." Stuart replied. "It's quite normal for him to be anxious about what he is observing, just reassure him that there won't be any lasting damage. Things will be right back where they were prior to surgery in 3 to 4 weeks." The Doctor said.

Adam nodded his head and walked into the Infirmary.

"Who came up with the idea of keeping Adam away from Sid's Clinical problems?" Michael now asked the group.

"It was Sid's idea originally. He wanted to have a place he could go to that was removed from his Medical problems, and Bert made the entire Cove a Stress Free Zone for Sid. No matter what was happening, the Cove was off-limits concerning Sid's health issues, and it was Sid who didn't even want Adam to become involved in any of his Medical meetings or decisions." Dr. Lester replied.

"Was Sid in denial?" Michael asked.

"Not at all. He accepted the diagnosis; he just didn't want it to consume his every waking moment. He wanted one place to go and people to talk to that had something else to talk about besides his cancer. He knew that if Adam became involved in the clinical aspects, it would be impossible for him to be comfortable around Sid without letting his medical condition interfere in their relationship. We all agreed, so Adam was left out of the loop completely. This is probably going to get pretty emotional for the both of them, because they just can't ignore the elephant in the room anymore." The Doctor said.

The groups arrival at Bert's cabin came just before 10:00, and the meeting was already underway with most of the Senior Staff of Green Tree already there and sitting around with drinks while a video-phone tele-conference between the Staff of Camp Philmont, The New Hampshire School, The Alabama School, the Projects Staff from Harvard and the Projects Security Liaison from Washington was underway. All told, almost all of the most Senior members of the Geppetto Project were now talking directly to each other, something that only rarely occurs.

"We've just been joined by Dr. Lester and some additional Green Tree Staff, and some guests that have received security clearance from Langley." Bert told the conferees. "We have had a medical issue down here at Green Tree and our guests are involved in that situation. They are also going to be supervising some of our children in educational settings outside of Project property, so their presence is needed concerning that aspect of tonight's meeting." Bert said.

Once the introductions were over with, Bert moved the meeting forward discussing the arrival of the construction crews, the move from California, and the opening of the new School John would be heading in The Florida Keys.

Finally, the meeting began to wind down, as the last group left the tele-conference and the only people left were those at Green Tree, and Security in Langley.

"Thomas's family will be leaving for the Vineyard this week-end, and David will be going to school with Paulie at The Andover School in Massachusetts's. The original plans called for the boys to be living in school dorms, Harry, but we believe there will be far more control over Security for the boys if we rent a house in Andover and staff it with our people from The New Hampshire School."

"I couldn't agree more. I don't really care how randy the little boys at Andover are use to being; all we needed was one mommy upset that her little angel was keeping his buddies dick spotless and we would have had the morals brigade checking every boys bedtime habits." The Colonel said in his usually blunt manner.

"We still think that Paulie and David would have been fine as residential students, but there was a possibility that two more of our boys were going to attend as well, and we didn't think plunking down three Geppetto boys into the middle of a school filled with boys and girls who were sexually active was going to be a wise idea." Bert said to some chuckles from his staff.

"It would have been very wise; if you wanted to ensure that each and every student at Andover was fully versed in Sex Education 101. They would probably have all gotten an "A"." Harry replied sarcastically.

"What two boys were you thinking about?" The Colonel now asked.

"Spencer and Jesse, but the both of them have withdrawn the request in view of the situation with Sid." Bert replied.

There was a long pause on the phone line as the Colonel went for a fresh drink.

"You boys down there like to play with gasoline and gunpowder, don't you? You do realize that either one of them could put broad smiles on the faces of every boy in Boys Town and the Vienna Boys Choir simultaneously, right?" He said once he sat back down.

"At any rate, only David will be going up there, and we plan to put them up in a secured rental house. They will be staying on the Vineyard during the week-ends, and spend vacation times either with us or out on the Vineyard." Bert said once the laughter died down.

"I will locate a Security Detail in West Andover, so get me an address as soon as it's available." Harry replied. "Anything else?" He asked.

"One more thing; the girls want to know why we can't simply fly the babies into Smith-Reynolds Airport like we normally use. They say that bringing them into Atlanta and then sticking them on a bus for the ride to camp is going to be a pretty tough haul for the children and the adults." Bert told his Security coordinator.

"I agree it's going to be tough on them, but we have taken measures to minimize their discomfort as much as possible. The buses are special Charter buses, not just school buses or vans." Harry replied.

"I would love to stick them on a chopper at Smith-Reynolds, but our footprint is all over that place, and the FAA has been asking FEMA why they need so many flights to the Depot. How the hell do we explain why a planeload full of babies needs to be flown into a FEMA Depot?" The Colonel asked. "Even if we bused the children from the Airport, the folks in Winston-Salem are going to wonder where all these babies are going, and why they are going there." Harry concluded.

We could bring the First Infantry Division through Atlanta and nobody would notice, but that just isn't the case with Winston-Salem."

"So what about flying them from Atlanta into the Depot?" Bert asked.

"We're back to square One, Bert. The Depot doesn't have its own Air Traffic Controller, it uses Smith-Reynolds. As it is, we've re-routed all of the Depot's in-coming Air shipments to ground transportation so that we can reserve all the Air Traffic for your use.

Despite that fact, that particular FEMA Depot is in the top 10% of Depot's from around the Country in chopper use. Sooner or later, some asshole sitting behind a desk with the right statistics is going to want to know why some silly assed little Depot in the middle of the North Carolina woods needs all that air support.

If there was a better easier way to get those children onto camp property without raising any questions, trust me, we would utilize it." Harry told Bert.

"OK Harry, I will relay the message, but don't be surprised if you end up with coal in your stocking." Bert told the Colonel.

"Give them all my love, and every now and then remind them that they're probably safer than George and Dick, and I intend to keep them that way." The Colonel replied.

Once the call was ended, Bert sat silent for several very long seconds in deep thought.

"Where's Adam?" The Director finally asked.

"He went to the Infirmary. He's probably out by now." Kevin replied.

Bert nodded his head.

"Sid's recovery from this surgery is going to take month's and there's nothing we can do to hurry it along. He isn't going to be back in the saddle for month's, and that's going to start grating on his nerves, which means we're going to be the ones to start suffering before very long. He is going to need to be kept busy, but not in the physical sense. He isn't going to be allowed to lift anything heavier than a phone receiver, but that doesn't mean he can't pick up a file or two." Bert said.

"What Sid needs is to be kept physically inactive, while mentally busy. In the interim, the Medical Department will see to it that he receives whatever assistance he requires to get him back on his feet and out of our hair as soon as possible."

"From now on, the Philmont transfer will be Sid's responsibility, and all our meetings will be held in the Infirmary, or wherever he's housed. I want that man so fucking buried in his work, he can't think about anything else.

Any questions?" Bert asked.

There were none. The plan Bert outlined was very well familiar to all staff at Green Tree; when either staff or the children we're in trouble, it was standard procedure to bury them in responsibility or work, whether it was school work, recreational activities or staffing responsibilities. The goal was to keep them so damned busy, they didn't have the time to dwell on their own problems, and it worked every single time.

Adam entered the darkened Infirmary just as Johanna, Sarah and Martha were gathering up their things to leave and attend the staff meeting. "How's our boy?" Adam asked as he gave Johanna a kiss.

"He's unusually quiet. Spencer and Jesse left about 20 minutes ago, and it sounded like they had a pretty intense Talk Time." Johanna replied as she picked up Sidney-Bertram from the floor and put the baby on her hip.

"What kind of "Intense?" Adam asked as he kissed the boy on his cheek and got a smile and giggle from the child.

"There were a lot of red and puffy eyes going around when the boys left, so it must have been pretty serious. The door was closed, so we didn't interfere." Johanna replied. "Uncle Sid hasn't bitched about anything since, and you know that's always a bad sign." She told Adam.

"Did he say anything?" Adam asked. All 3 girls shook their heads.

"Stephanie is O.D. (On-Duty) until midnight, and then Jeannie will be coming in until 6:00. Uncle Thomas wants Uncle Sid to get all the rest he can, so try not to stay too long." Sarah told Adam as she gave the counselor a kiss goodbye. "There are no other patients except for Uncle Sid, but that doesn't mean someone won't come in before you leave." She told the man.

Walking down the hallway, Adam passed Stephanie at the Nurses Station as the woman wrote on Sid's Chart. "Take this down with you, it's some fresh icewater for Sid." The Nurse said after greeting Adam.

"How's he been?" Adam asked.

"Very quiet. I'm thinking about putting him on the Critical List." The Nurse said jokingly. "If there's something we can do, it's OK to break confidentiality rules." She told the man in seriousness.

Adam smiled and nodded his head. "I'll see if I can't get him to bitch about something." he replied.

"You can always tell him I'm out here preparing a very large needle full of something for him, that usually gets him screaming his ass off." She replied with a smile.

Adam gave a few taps on Sid's closed door and entered a darkened room with Sid staring out the window which over-looked the Cove and Turtle Rock. With Sid smiling, Adam bent down and kissed Sid on the forehead as the man patted his friend on the back. "Where is everybody going? Don't tell me all them people who just passed by on the path are sitting outside waiting to see my ass!" Sid said as Adam replaced the ice water pitcher.

"They have much more important things to do than to sit here and hold an old mans hand. There's an organizational meeting at Bert's to discuss the new arrivals." Adam replied.

"Fuck you, too. So why ain't you there? Is that why they're burning the midnight oil across the Lake on Cabin Castle?" Sid asked.

"Dave needs to have the Castle ready for the babies by Monday afternoon. We can expect them to be working around the clock until then." Adam replied. "And as far as my presence, I'm an expert at holding old men's hands, so Bert assigned me to you." Adam said as he reached into a pocket and pulled out a cold bottle of Budweiser and extended it to his friend.

"So Bert wants me bombed?" Sid asked as he took the beer.

"The day a single Bud gets Sid bombed, is a day I want to see." Adam replied with a smile. "Thomas said a beer wasn't going to hurt you, and besides, it won't stick around long enough to do any damage." Adam replied as he looked at the catheter line.

Sid half smiled and he took a sip as his mood turned serious. "Both Spencer and Jesse were just here. They have decided they ain't going North with David and Paulie." Sid told his friend.

"So that's good news." Adam replied.

Sid nodded as he once again turned his head towards the window. "I guess. It also means I'm holding them back. Jesse wanted to go because his friends were going. But Spencer wanted to go because he's in love with Paulie and wanted to be with him. Now, he has to alter his plans for himself to make someone else happy. That's a pretty selfish reason to keep the kid tied down." Sid said.

"Do you think Spencer should attend The Andover School?" Adam asked.

"No, but do I think that because it's not good for Spencer, or because it's good for me?" Sid replied.

Adam shook his head. "I don't think it was a very good idea, but I never considered my decision to be a selfish one that benefitted just me. I didn't think it was such a hot idea based solely upon what was good for Spencer. There are at least 50 other opinions I've heard from staff who think the same thing. I don't really think any one of them made that decision with themselves in mind." Adam told his friend.

"When did you become the Camp Psychologists?" Sid asked.

"When my friend lost sight of a reasonable and sound decision he had made and started substituting it for a bunch of bullshit. You don't want Spencer going North because it's not in his best interests right now, and not because you want to selfishly keep him tied to your apron strings. When the time comes to cut Spencer's umbilical cord, you'll know it, and for the right reasons, not just because you are emotionally attached to him." Adam replied.

"If Spencer made a decision to stay here because he wants to be near you right now, than it's a decision you'll have to accept. Trying to kick him out of the fold for his own good would be a foolish idea, and besides, even if you did decide he should go, the girls would never allow it to happen right now. Spencer simply isn't ready to go off on his own, not even with David and Jesse holding his hand all the way. You know it, the staff knows it, and more importantly, even Spencer himself knows it right now. Spencer's not going anywhere; if you want to blame somebody, blame the entire staff." Adam said.

"I have that little to say in the matter?" Sid asked as he turned to look at Adam.

Adam smiled and shook his head. "Gloria, Jeanette and Johanna are dead opposed to it. Do you think even Bert could pack Spencer's bags for him?" he asked. "We might be the big, strong, powerful men we like to think of ourselves as, but the fact is that those girls rule the roost, and especially when it comes to Spencer. If even one of them said he's not going anywhere, than he's not going; is he?" Adam asked.

Sid half smiled. "If Bert sent you here to pick up my self esteem, he really fucked up. My dick is blowing up, and now you're telling me I don't even have one to begin with?"

Adam smiled, thankful that Sid was coming out of his pity party. "You're the one who taught me all there is to know about the girls. And besides, you're dick isn't going anywhere." He told Sid.

Sid shook his head and tossed aside the sheet covering his lower body. Sid still had a gauze bandage covering his incision, but nothing covering his genitals and the catheter line from his penis. Adam adjusted the rheostat on the light switch to see better. Sid still had a slight tan color from the Betadine on his abdomen and thighs, but what stood out was what now looked like an opaque water filled balloon the size of large cucumber with a hose sticking out of it. By any description, it was ugly.

"Nobody gives a fuck; they all say it's nothing. Does my dick look like nothing to you?" Sid asked his friend.

"It looks horrible. It looks dreadful. If it were mine, I would be climbing the walls. But you can't say that nobody cares, Sid, that's plain wrong. I talked to Thomas about your concerns, and I also talked to Dr. Lester and Thomas's brothers. They all say the same thing; your penis has been pulled and pushed, and dragged through the mill during surgery, and the catheter makes things even worse. Your penis is trying to reject it, and it's going to get worse before it gets better according to Thomas, but your dick will eventually go back down to normal. Nothing we see is permanent, and the same old Sid dick will be looking you in the eye one of these days." Adam told his friend.

Sid held his penis in his hand and shook his head. "It doesn't even look like a dick anymore. It doesn't even feel like a dick. How the hell is it going to go back into shape when there is no shape?" Sid asked.

"I don't know. But I do know that everybody I talked to says it will, so I have to believe them. Dr. Lester said the exact same thing happened to him, and I don't see anything wrong today with his dick, so he has to be right." Adam replied.

"Not only are you now a Psychologist, but you're an expert on pretty dicks?" Sid asked.

"I didn't say anything about you having a pretty dick before the surgery Sid; don't put words in my mouth." Adam replied as Sid smiled.

"Is that blood?" Adam asked as he looked closer at the catheter entering Sid's penis.

"I don't know. Thomas said to keep some cream on the tip so that it doesn't irritate anything." Sid replied.

"So where is it?" Adam asked.

"I don't know, when they put it on, the girls take it with them." Sid replied.

"So maybe your dick wouldn't blow up so much if you did what the Doctor tell's you to do." Adam said as he got up and called down the hall for Stephanie.

"You're worse than the children. When Thomas says he wants you to keep the tip of your penis lubricated, maybe you need to listen to him" Stephanie told the man as she applied some cream to the head of Sid's urethra and along the catheter as she gently pushed the man's penis down towards Sid's abdomen.

Sid shook his head as he lay back on his pillow. "You just want an excuse to sit here and play with it." Sid told the Nurse.

"How many beers did you feed him? He's delusional already. It's time for you to go home. Uncle Bert has some work for this guy in the morning, and Thomas wants him well rested." Stephanie replied.

"Work?" Sid asked.

"Tomorrow Romeo, get some rest." The Nurse said as she brought Sid's penis back down the catheter line where it normally sat.

"How much bigger is it going to get?" Sid now asked.

The Nurse looked at Sid's penis which still had the outline of his head and circumcision. "I've seen them get twice as swollen, Uncle Sid; but every single one of them returned to normal size with no permanent damage. It's going to be OK." She said as she pulled the sheet up and gave Sid a kiss on his forehead.

Adam followed Stephanie in bidding Sid goodnight and gave his friend another kiss on his forehead. It had been a very long day for both men, and there were longer days ahead.

By the time Stuart and Michael returned to the cabin, it was both quiet and dark with only bathroom nightlights and the moonlight to guide the way. Passing Adam's room both Stuart and Michael smiled as a sleeping Adam was surrounded by no less than 5 bodies, Carla, Jeannie, Sammy, Chris and Matty. It wasn't impossible that even more were in the mans bed, but if they were, they weren't visible in the tangle of bodies.

After Michael entered his room, Stuart continued down the hall to his room and prepared for bed. His bedroom was darker because of the lack of moonlight, and after stripping down naked; Stuart approached his bed believing it was empty. That was not the case.

Getting into bed, Stuart discovered the faint outline of Billy sleeping soundly. As his eyes adjusted to the darkened room, Stuart now looked down upon the face of an angel. Stuart shook his head and gently combed the boys sandy blond hair off his forehead with his fingers and stared at the sleeping childs face for several minutes taking in the beauty and the innocence of the boy who smelled of the strawberry shampoo he had washed his hair with.

This was the child who fully intended to "Sleep" with Stuart, and now, here he was asleep in the man's bed.

Stuart lifted the sheet covering the sleeping boy and slowly brought it down the childs body. Once fully uncovered, Stuart sucked in a large amount of air, as the naked truth of the child was now in full view. Like most of the boys at Green Tree, Billy's body screamed of health and of beauty. It was devoid of blemishes, and deeply tanned. The only part not tanned was a very distinct area of white skin that formed a V under the boys scrotum and between the folds of his legs on both sides going up to his waist where the sun did not reach when the boy stood naked to the world. In the light that was there, it almost looked like Billy had on a very skimpy bathing suit that sat beneath his walnut colored genitals.

From a medical point of view, Stuart recognized that the child laying sleeping next to him was a perfect specimen. His features were cherubic, but not fat. He was perfectly proportioned, with no visible rib cage, and a body that was not yet changing from a boy to an adolescent. He had a robust stomach, a bottom equally as impressive, and musculature that was still a few years away from puberty.

Stuart had seen the boy naked before, but never in a position where he could study the boy in full. At 12, Billy's testacies still belonged to a child and he was still shooting blanks, but the two marbled sized balls now sitting at the very bottom of his dark scrotum, and the tubular shaped penis that lay snuggly in between his balls told Stuart that the boy was going to a much darker package once he grew up than most of the boys in Green Tree who sported a Central European package. Stuart speculated Billy had either Spanish, or possibly Gypsy blood flowing in his veins. Whose ever blood it was, it was un-mistakenly beautiful and impossible not to want to kiss. Drawn down into the boys crotch by an invisible force utterly impossible to resist, Stuart simply had to touch, kiss and smell the thing of beauty laying in front of him.

Billys testicles awakened first, as Stuart felt them traveling up to the boys abdomen. Pinning themselves at the 'Door' of the childs inguinal canals on each side of his penis, the boys penis was next awake as Stuart kissed the tip, higher and higher as it arose, finally standing as straight as an arrow towards the cabins roof, the boy stirred and his eyes opened as his hands now drifted down his sides to find out what was making those dreams he was having so vivid.

Once the boys eyes focused, he smiled at Stuart as he straightened out his legs and opened them up. Wordlessly, the boy reached out for Stuarts penis and wrapped his fingers around it as far as he could and then flipped himself around so that he was now in a position to perform his own personal favorite romping activity; "lollipops" as the boys preferred to call it. He didn't really need words, he was there to "Play", and that's what he was fully prepared to do.

With his balls being individually massaged in the childs hands, Stuart felt the head of his penis slipping passed the boys lips and being met by his tongue as Billy now applied both the suction and the expertise necessary to withdraw the mans pre-cum as fast as he the boy could withdraw it.

For his part, the boy produced no pre-cum, but he did have a full bladder. As Stuart smothered his face in the boys crotch taking the boy in scrotum and all, Billy released the only juice he could provide to the man which was accepted in the spirit of the offering. Stuart's night had only just begun as he kneaded the boys full bottom like a baby kneading it's mothers breast.

Stuart lasted all of a very few minutes under the boys expert work despite Stuart's attempts to make it last as long as possible. Every time Stuart attempted to relax his penis and delay the inevitable flood, the boy caused another rush of electricity to the mans brain that screamed for a response from his testicles and prostate gland. Stuart's mind said 'Slow down', but his body wasn't hearing any of it as the boy struck nerve after nerve until Stuarts body had to give up his seed whether the man wanted to or not.

Normally after an orgasm, Stuart was ready for some sleep, or at least a nice, short, respite. Then again, normally, Stuart didn't take a Geppetto Boy to his bed.

Billy is a Stage Two Geppetto Boy, and as such he routinely engages in sex to orgasm on an average of once every 2 hours. However, that's his minimum, not the maximum amount he can be expected to perform at Stage Two.

There was also the small matter of the fact that while Stuart had reached orgasm, Billy had not; at least not yet. And even if he had, if he felt randy enough, he could come again and again at will with little, or no, rest. The fact was Billy was randy, and had no intentions of going back to sleep anytime soon.

He was in bed with a very nice looking man, one that was kind and gentle, one that was an Outside Uncle, and therefore, just the kind of adult that was highly prized within Billy's circle of friends, and he had some idea's for Stuart that were as yet unspoken. But first, he wanted to know if this man could keep him as happy as he wanted him to.

Rather than release Stuarts penis while the man performed on his own, Billy kept the mans deflating penis warm and snug within his mouth as he stopped stimulating it, but did keep some minimal suction going, just enough to keep the organ firmly attached while he concentrated on the feelings now growing stronger between his groin and his brain. For his part, Stuart released the boys testicle to the cool night air and concentrated on sliding down the boys foreskin with his lips so his tongue could gain access to the head of the boys engorged button of a head. Now that a few thousand nerve endings were sending signals towards Billy's brain with every swipe of the mans tongue, Billy's body gave up control to his passion as he drove his penis deeper and deeper into the mans all too willing mouth.

The boy came with a deep grunt familiar to his friends if any were awake. If they were, there were no giggles of acknowledgment as would usually be the case, only the heavy breathing of the boy as his blood pressure and respiratory rate started to return to normal as Stuart lifted the boy up and turned him around so that the boy now laid on top of the man, face to face.

With his head laying on Stuarts chest, Stuart massaged the boys back with both hands as the boys beating heart slowly returned to normal. Once his breathing calmed back down, Billy adjusted his body so that his legs now straddled the mans sides. Reaching down, the boy adjusted his penis so that it was no longer squashed between the two, but sitting comfortable somewhere around the mans navel.

"Your hair is tickling me. How come Outside Uncle's always gots hair? Don't the girls you fuck want you to shave it off like our Aunt's do?" Billy asked.

Stuart smiled slightly as he returned to massaging the boys back. It had taken him a little time, but eventually, he had learned to roll with the children's bluntness concerning anything sexual. No questions were off limits to them, and answers were expected to be forthcoming truthfully and without guilt or shame attached.

"On the outside, I belong to several Clubs and Organizations like boating clubs, gyms and golf clubs that sometimes require that I shower in a public bathroom. Sometimes, I even have to shower at the hospital. People outside don't normally shave their public hair, so how would I explain that I did?" Stuart asked the boy.

"Just tell them that your girlfriend likes you to shave." Billy responded.

"They would think that that was odd, but in all probability, they would say anything at all, and would just assume the worst of you" Stuart replied.

"What's worst about shaving your dick?" The boy asked.

Stuart smiled again as he rubbed the boys bottom. "It's just one of those things that people go along with that don't really make any sense, but they go along anyway. Shaving is something normal here at Green Tree, so it's acceptable. It's not normal on the outside, so folks generally don't do it." Stuart tried to explain.

"People on the outside like eating hair? That's pretty stupid." Billy replied as he lifted both legs up over Stuarts sides and slid them down in between the man's legs. Billy once again adjusted his body so that he was laying groin to groin with the man with his penis nestled in the mans crotch just above his penis. Opening his legs, the boy pushed Stuarts legs open so that when the mans penis showed some renewed signs of life, it could rise into position with relative ease.

Laying with the side of his face on the mans sternum, the boy drew slow circles with a finger on Stuarts nipple. He was ready to romp again and he knew how the process progressed.

"People on the outside never really talk about performing oral on each other, so the discussion is rarely mentioned. I would imagine that folks don't like it all that much, but it doesn't bother them enough for them to shave down there." Stuart replied as he stroked the boys back and sides slowly and gently fully realizing the boy had every intention of continuing his love making.

"Performing what?" Billy asked as he looked at the man.

"It means 'Lollipops'." Stuart replied.

"Oh". The boy responded as he put his head back down.

"It sounds stupid. Our Uncles say that if they don't shave around their dicks, our Aunt's won't give them lollipops. And if our Aunt's don't shave their pussy, our Uncle's won't give them lollipops. Don't that sound right?" Billy asked.

"You can't argue with that logic." Stuart replied.

"I'm goin to shave when I grow up." Billy now said matter of factly.

With his penis resting in between the boys thighs, Stuart felt the child shifting his legs which caused the mans penis to roll a little with each shift. This in turn was sending sensations that once again had the man getting erect. None of this surprised the boy, he would have been surprised if the man did not react. In short order, and wordlessly, the boy brought the man back to a full erection that now lay sandwiched in between the boys buttocks, and exactly where the boy intended it to be.

With skilled practice, the child used the muscles in his buttocks, his pelvic floor muscles and his anus to knead and stimulate the man's penis until it flowed pre-cum that coated the childs anal crease from the boys waist to the bottom of his scrotum.

Feeling himself well lubricated, Billy lifted and slid his legs back alongside the mans side as he positioned himself both wordlessly and without using his hands.

Staring directly down into Stuarts eyes, the boy lowered his face and kissed the man was deeply and passionately as the mans wife had ever done as he lowered himself onto Stuarts erection with the practiced ease of a Choir Boy in heat.

Once he was fully impaled, the boy straightened up and sat down as deeply as he could sitting on the mans groin with his eyes closed enjoying the feelings the mans throbbing penis was having as it slid alongside the boys prostate massaging it deeply as it slid along the path in and out with the boys gentle swaying.

Billy's penis now stood at full attention heading almost directly towards Staurt's face as the man wrapped his fingers around the boys pulsing shaft and gently uncovered and re-covered the round, purple, head of the boys penis in sync with the boys movement. While the man slowly masturbated the boy with his hand, the boy masturbated the man with his anus, and both were in no great hurry to climax any time soon.

Stuart and Billy's night would end close to an hour later with Stuart deeply embedded inside the boy in a lovers embrace neither wanted un-joined. From the childs perspective, this new Outside Uncle was one formidable lover who would a catch for any boy at Green Tree, and he intended to follow up on the relationship.

For Stuart, it had re-awakened a passion and a desire he had basically kept in abeyance since his own early adolescence, when he had made love with his brothers and Uncles, and now, here he was again some 40 years later with a child who was as sexually attractive to him as his wife was. For now, the problems were moot. The boy was in his bed, and the boy wanted to have sex. That made it the two of them as the man cupped the boys genitals in his hand while listening to the boys breathing get deeper and deeper. Stuart gave Billy a kiss on the neck and then began to gently suck on it so as not to wake him up. In the morning, Billy would awaken with a smile on his lips, and a hickey on his neck that spoke volumes to the boys of Green Tree.