HOLES: REIMAGINED By Jon Questral b/b, oral, anal

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The following story is a work of fiction and first appeared in serialized form in the Nifty series "Smell This." Based on a popular film, it is reprinted here in the celebrity section in its entirety.

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CHAPTER ONE: DIG THOSE HOLES

"This is all because of my no good dirty rotten pig stealing great-great grandfather," Stanley thought as the leering teenager watched him undress.

Mr. Sir had left him with the older boy, whose name was Travis, for the personal inspection and assignment of property which was the last step in Stanley's incarceration at Camp Green Lake.

"Hurry up, kid. I don't have all day," the older boy snapped as Stanley hurried to strip off his jeans and t-shirt. Travis looked to be about seventeen or eighteen and he was much bigger than Stanley who had just turned fourteen.

He stood with his muscular arms folded and a stern look on his face and watched until Stanley was standing bashfully in front of him wearing only his tightie-whities. Travis was wearing an orange jumpsuit like the other boys Stanley had seen on the way in, but he had freed his arms from the top part and tied the sleeves around his waist exposing his torso clad only with a sweat stained and dusty t-shirt.

Stanley fidgeted under Travis' concentrated stare and wondered what would happen next. He bravely forced himself to meet the teenager's gaze.

"Alright, let's see if you are hiding anything," Travis said. He grasped Stanley by the arm, firmly guided him to the nearby table, and bent the younger boy over the edge of it.

"Dude, I'm not hiding anything," Stanley protested and began to raise himself up but Travis firmly shoved him back down with one hand squeezing his neck and the other twisting Stanley's right arm toward the upper part of his back. "Ow, c'mon man, seriously..."

"Just, relax kid," Travis said with a quiet but commanding voice. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Okay, okay! Just let go of my arm!" Stanley relaxed as Travis slowly released the pressure on his arm and loosened his grip on the younger boy's neck.

"Just take it easy," Travis said with an almost soothing voice, "and don't move. Alright?"

"Alright," Stanley replied, "but I'm really not hiding anything, dude, I promise."

"Still have to check," Travis assured him. Stanley didn't move as Travis released his neck and knelt behind him. "How long you been wearin' these underwear?"

"Um...," Stanley stammered, unable to remember clearly. It seemed like it had been a week since his last shower at the juvenile detention center but it couldn't have been that long. "Couple of days."

"Mmm," Travis responded. It was then that Stanley realized the teenager was sniffing his ass right through the back of his jailhouse issued briefs.

He had no idea what to do or say so he just kept still and let it happen as Travis pressed his nose against the seat of his undies and sniffed deeply. Stanley knew his asshole must be sweaty and ripe. He was sure now that it had been at least two days since he last showered and changed his underwear.

When Travis grasped the back of his undies and pulled them down, Stanley felt a surge of emotions as the combined warmth of excitement and embarrassment made his face flush and his horny young cock start to bone up.

His heart pounded in his chest when he felt Travis grasp his ass and spread his cheeks open with his thumbs. He thought he could feel Travis looking at his asshole with that same piercing stare he'd used as he watched him undress. Then he felt the cool rush of air against his moist hole as Travis inhaled deeply again.

"Fuck yeah," Travis breathed quietly as he took another hit of Stanley's ass. Stanley heard the teenager unsnap the last few buttons on his jumpsuit and he raised up enough to look around and see the older boy still kneeling behind him and fishing his hard cock out of his boxers. Travis started slowly stroking his cock with one hand as he leaned in for another whiff of Stanley's scent.

"Uhh," Stanley whimpered involuntarily as Travis reached between his legs and grabbed his balls. His cock hardened and strained against the underside of the table and he gasped when Travis's groping hand found it.

"What do we have here?" Travis asked and stroked Stanley's cock a couple of times as he sniffed his ass again. Stanley only whimpered and pressed his hips forward. The teenager's calloused hand felt so good on his sensitive cock.

"Oh, man," Stanley sighed and flared his nostrils. With his senses heightened by his arousal, he could smell the tangy scent of his own sweaty asshole in the heavy air of the supply shed. He figured Travis must be getting a strong nose-full if he could smell himself from this distance.

It reminded him of the time he had sniffed Derrick Dunne's ass while the kid was sleeping during the Boy Scout camping trip last year. Derrick's asshole had smelled so deliciously ripe through the back of his boxer-briefs – like sharp cheese and balsamic vinegar.

Travis was jacking rapidly now as he sniffed Stanley's asshole, his left hand grasping the left cheek of Stanley's ass, his other hand furiously stroking himself.

"You ever had any cock in your tight little ass, Stanley?" Travis asked and grabbed Stanley's ass with both hands.

"No," Stanley replied. Butterflies of fear and excitement fluttered in his belly at the thought. When he fantasized about having sex with other boys, he mainly imagined oral and sniffing fun but had been increasingly curious about fucking.

He flinched when he suddenly felt the wet warmth of Travis' tongue. The teenager's tongue was like a magic elixir on his hole. Stanley suddenly wanted Travis to fuck him. Waves of pleasure radiated from his virgin pucker as the teenager's tongue teased it lustily.

Stanley kicked his right foot free of his underwear and spread his legs a little more. He arched his back standing on his tip-toes to give Travis easier access.

"Yeah, that's it boy," Travis whispered and stood up behind Stanley with his hard cock in one hand ready to ease it into him. He quickly jammed his hand into the pocket of his jumpsuit and retrieved a small packet of lube.

Holding the packet in his mouth so his hands were free he grasped Stanley's right hip and maneuvered the boy into position with his right knee up on the table. Stanley looked around at him, eager and nervous. Travis tore open the packet of lube with his teeth and squeezed the clear gel into his hand. He applied it liberally to Stanley's asshole and to his own cock.

"Oh shit!" Stanley moaned when he got a good look at the size of Travis' cock. It didn't look abnormally large or anything but it was definitely bigger than he had expected.

"Hey, relax," Travis coaxed. "I'll take it slow and easy."

"Yeah, right," Stanley responded and both boys snickered. Travis grasped Stanley's right hip with one hand used the other hand to guide his cock toward the younger boy's hole. Stanley winced and tightened his muscles, anticipating some sort of excruciating pain when he felt Travis rub the head of his thick teen cock against his tight asshole.

"Relax, little man," Travis soothed him. "I said I won't hurt you." Stanley tried to relax as Travis pushed gently forward, letting just the head ease into him.

"Ow, ow, ow," Stanley protested.

"Okay, easy, easy," Travis said. He slowly withdrew but immediately eased forward again, further this time. Stanley clenched his teeth as Travis patiently allowed his tight hole to become accustomed to the invasion of his hard cock.

More gently than Stanley had expected, Travis withdrew and eased forward repeatedly until Stanley became more comfortable and receptive. Stanley moaned and began to instinctively push back to receive the older boy's cock.

"That's it. Good job, Stan. Stan the Man, getting his first cock."

Soon Travis was fucking Stanley at a firm and steady pace, driving his cock into the younger boy. His longish blond hair was damp with sweat and the dark patches of sweat on his t-shirt began to spread under his arms and down his back. Sweat dripped off the end of his nose – it was really too hot in the supply shed for fucking.

"Ah, yeah!" Stanley panted, his nostrils flaring. Now he thought he could smell the musky scent of Travis's pits. Or maybe it was his own. Sweat dripped off the end of his nose too.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Travis grunted as he came, shooting his copious teen load up the new boy's tight little ass. Stanley whimpered and moaned quietly as Travis pounded his ass and then ground to a stop.

"Whew!" Stanley exhaled and stood up after Travis pulled out.

"That's a hot little ass you got there, Stanley. Can't believe a cute little dude like you ain't been fucked before," Travis said and ruffled Stanley's hair. Stanley chuckled bashfully and reached down to pull on his briefs.

Suddenly there were noises outside and both boys were startled. The whole hot little episode between them had taken no more than about twenty minutes but Travis knew that Mr. Sir might be back any minute, especially if he took too long to finish his task.

"Here, get dressed," Travis said and handed Stanley a long sleeve orange jumpsuit and laughed as the flustered boy stumbled and fell while hurriedly putting it on. Once Stanley was dressed, Travis gathered the rest of the items to be issued to the new boy from the supply.

"I think you'll fit in just fine here, kid," Travis said and grinned. Moments later, Mr. Sir returned to escort Stanley to his tent and introduce him to the rest of the staff.

Despite Travis' encouraging words, Stanley had a lot of trouble fitting in with the boys in D Group and the other boys at Camp Green Lake. His first several weeks there were lonely and miserable as he adjusted to the heat, the grueling work digging holes all day and the stress of trying to defend himself from the bullies. He tried seeking out Travis but he was in another group and always seemed to be busy with tasks for the Warden.

More and more he found himself thinking about the cute little dude in his group that everyone called Zero. The kid never said a word, even in group therapy sessions. Zero was the smallest and youngest boy in D Group and the one with the least status. Stanley guessed he was about eleven or twelve years old. Zero was a good-looking, mixed-race kid with a mop of frizzy hair, sad brown eyes and pouty, kissable lips.

Almost from the day he saw him, Stanley wondered what Zero's sweet little ass smelled like. He figured it would be exceptionally and boyishly funky, especially since Zero only took a shower every two or three days so he could avoid the bullies at shower time.

A few weeks after his arrival Stanley had enough awareness of the camp routine that he managed to slip away from the Wreck Room unnoticed and make his way back to D Tent alone. Once he was sure the tent was completely deserted, he quickly grabbed the laundry bag from under Zero's bed.

In seconds, he was sniffing the boyish stains in Zero's tightie-whities. Zero hadn't showered before dinner that day but the cute little boy had left plenty of enduringly aromatic little stains in the last pair of undies he had stripped off a few days earlier.

"Mmm," Stanley hummed to himself as he inhaled the unique, tangy scent of Zero's ass. The faint tan skids in the seat of Zero's undies were as unassuming in appearance as Zero was in demeanor, but boy did they smell good! Stanley's nostrils flared wide as he inhaled the delicious fragrance of Zero's asshole – the only type of hole at Camp Green Lake that held any interest for Stanley.

As he sniffed, he imagined bending Zero over the table in the supply shed the way Travis had done to him on his first day, sniffing the younger boy's perfect little pucker, licking it thoroughly, devouring the yummy scent before fucking him. Stanley promised himself, if he ever got the chance, he would do it just as gently and patiently as Travis had done.

"What about Zero's little cock?" Stanley wondered aloud but he heard the raucous laughter and voices from the Wreck Room getting louder. Peeking through the tent flap opening, Stanley saw a group of boys heading toward D Tent across the dimly lit yard.

He quickly crammed the fragrant undies back into Zero's laundry bag and stuffed it back under the boy's bed before reclining on his nearby bunk as though he had been napping. Moments later, his bunkmates entered rambunctiously and flipped on the light.

"What's up, Stanley?" Squid jeered and snatched Stanley's cap off, "Getting your beauty rest?"

"Just tired man," Stanley snapped and stood up to face the bully. Zero sat on his own bunk nearby and watched. "Gimme my hat."

Squid laughed and shoved Stanley back onto his bunk. Zero tensed as if for a fight but Stanley didn't challenge Squid again. The bully paused to see if Stanley would stand again but, when he didn't, he tossed Stanley's cap onto the floor.

"Pussy," Squid said and grinned arrogantly as he walked away.

Later that night, Stanley lay awake tossing and turning long after the other boys were probably sleeping soundly. He thought about how ironic it was that he was here at Camp Green Lake for stealing a pair of famous shoes when the only thing he had ever actually stolen was a pair of Derrick Dunne's dirty underwear.

In fact, it had been the stinky little boxer briefs the fifth grader had worn all weekend at the Boy Scout camp out. Stanley had jerked off three times a day for a week while sniffing those undies after he brought them home. Derrick probably never missed them; never gave those deliciously skid marked and piss stained underwear a second thought after he stripped them off and tossed them into his duffle.

Stanley rolled over again and peered into the darkness toward the nearby bunk where Zero slept. In the dim light that shone in from the halogen lamps outside, he could see the little boy sleeping on his side, one knee up, and facing the tent wall.

He was almost completely uncovered and his white underwear seemed to glow like a beacon in the soft light. Stanley hadn't jerked off in a few days but there was no way he was going to get any sleep tonight unless he rubbed one off first.

He reached into his sweat dampened briefs and stroked his hard cock. Stanley strained to see Zero more clearly as he stroked himself and thought about sniffing and licking Zero's funky asshole and sucking his hard little spike. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply and imagined that he was sniffing Zero's asshole through the back of his undies just as he had sniffed Derrick's.

"Why not?" Stanley thought as he visualized it happening. Suddenly he shoved the sheet and blanket aside and sat up on the edge of his bunk.

Zero's ripe little asshole was only a few feet away and just waiting to be sniffed. He took a few more seconds to gather his courage as he listened to the sleeping sounds of the other boys. He couldn't be certain they were all asleep but he thought the odds were in his favor.

Stanley quietly stood up and paused, watching and listening for signs of wakefulness before stepping toward Zero's bunk. He was sweating and nervous and his heart was racing but he didn't want to miss this chance to find out what Zero's cute little ass really smelled like.

Zero appeared to be fast asleep. He was breathing deeply and evenly but hardly making a sound at all. Stanley took a deep breath and quietly exhaled to calm himself as he knelt beside the bunk.

"Ooo, yeah," Stanley whispered to himself and flushed with excitement when he realized he could already detect the hot boyish scent of Zero's unwashed little asshole. Even at a distance of two or three feet he inhaled the rich, spicy smell - like a freshly opened bag of Cool Ranch Doritos.

He leaned in and brought his face within inches of the sleeping boy's perfect little ass and sniffed, flaring his nostrils and inhaling with his nose only a couple of inches from the source of the aroma. Zero's scent set off fireworks in Stanley's brain.

His sweaty little ass smelled like sharp cheese with the sweet tang of honey mustard. The smell was better than Stanley had imagined and far more powerful and intoxicating from the source than the mere hint Zero had left in his undies.

Stanley visualized Zero's hairless pucker moist with days of sweat and boybutter distilled between the smooth cheeks of the boy's rounded little ass.

"Mmm, what a hot smell!" Stanley thought as he sniffed, moving his nose along the seat of Zero's undies toward the boy's crotch as far as he could. Near the back of the pouch that held Zero's sweaty balls, the scent of boy ass was mingled with an earthy, yeasty smell like warm sourdough bread.

There was practically a banquet feast hidden by Zero's dirty undies and, more than anything else in the world, Stanley wanted to taste it – to eat his fill and suck the cute young dude's horny, uncut cock while using his finger to get the boy's tight hole ready for fucking.

Stanley withdrew with a start when Zero stirred and whimpered in his sleep. He was back in his own bunk in a flash, sheet pulled up and eyes closed as though he was sleeping and it had all been a dream. It hadn't been a dream though. Stanley didn't know it at the time but it had only been the beginning.

Several days later, Stanley finally gained the status in the D Tent group that had eluded him for weeks. He didn't plan it that way but he stood up to one of the bullies in the Wreck Room and didn't back down. After that, he earned the nickname Caveman and became one of the gang.

The bully had been one of the older boys from the B Tent group who was always picking on the younger kids and Stanley was in no mood for it, especially when the dude started pushing Zero around. There was yelling and some punches were thrown before Mr. Sir came in a broke up the fight.

Travis showed up too and helped get everything under control. Once everything had calmed down and Mr. Sir had stormed out, Travis came and sat down beside Stanley.

"Hey bro, you alright?" said Travis.

"Yeah, I'll live," Stanley replied but he figured he might have a black eye by morning.

"You were right to protect your little dude," Travis assured him and looked at Zero. He winked at Stanley and then discreetly slipped something into the pocket of his jump suit. "Take it easy bro. And do it right."

Stanley only nodded in response as Travis stood up and slapped him good-naturedly on the back before walking away. Zero and Stanley looked at each other and shrugged. Neither of them knew what Travis meant.

Stanley found out later when he stopped at the latrine on the way back to D Tent after dinner. Travis and left two packets of lube in Stanley's pocket. He chuckled to himself as he stood there taking a piss.

"I'll do it right," he thought to himself.

"That's one hole I can't wait to get into."

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CHAPTER TWO: ZERO PLUS ONE

What Stanley didn't know is that Zero was much more experienced with boyish intimacy than he was. After all, the kid had lived on the street for nearly a year before getting arrested and sent to Camp Green Lake.

It had been a dangerous struggle to survive until an older boy named Jarod had taken him under his wing. No one had ever made Zero feel so safe and so important or as loved as Jarod had.

They had been unlikely and inseparable companions; a 19-year-old dude and his 11-year-old buddy. People thought they were brothers since Jarod was a mixed-race dude too with a similar light, caramel complexion.

But Jarod's interest in Zero had been more than brotherly love. They had been cleaning the pantry at the shelter one day when Jarod had suddenly picked him up and bent him over a stack of flour sacks. Zero had been startled at first when his older buddy snatched his baggy jeans and boxers down and knelt behind him.

Other street kids had warned him about older guys prowling around for sex with little boys. Recently, he had been approached by a guy in the park who tried to coax him into his car with the promise of food and a safe place to sleep. Zero had been frightened by the incident but also intrigued. Now he felt horny and excited when Jarod started sniffing his asshole.

"Damn man, your little asshole smells so fuckin' good, dog!" Jarod had said quietly. His voice quavering with excitement and the fear of being caught.

"Oh!" Zero exclaimed softly when Jarod started licking his tight and tangy pucker.

"Fuck, man! How old are you, mijo?" Jarod asked, grasping Zero's ass with both hands and then flicking his tongue against the younger boy's perfect little hole.

"Eleven," Zero replied and responded with a whimper when Jarod mouthed his smooth nut sack from behind. Jarod made a low whimpering sound too and told Zero to stand up. The younger boy stood and reached down to pull up his jeans and boxers, but Jarod lifted him up again and sat him down on the flour sacks.

Zero's four-and-a-half-inch cock stood almost fully erect between his legs, his foreskin slowly retracting as the shaft expanded and curved slightly towards his belly.

"Look at you little man! All boned up and ready to go," Jarod observed as he knelt between Zero's legs. Zero grinned and nodded bashfully. Jarod gave the boy his first blow job that day and then later that night, he took him to the shelter basement and fucked him on one of the old beds stored there.

They were completely alone with very little chance of being discovered, so the teenager had been very slow and gentle despite his eagerness to pound Zero's hot little ass. He even used some lube he had jacked from the shelter infirmary to make it smooth and easy.

Over the next few weeks, Jarod fucked Zero several more times in their secret love nest in the shelter basement. Most of the time, the teenager was gentle and even tender as he taught Zero how to ride his cock, but sometimes he fucked him with more firmness and urgency.

A few times, he let Zero try sucking his cock. He coached him patiently but Jarod's cock was too big for the kid to handle skillfully. It didn't matter though; Zero's eager licking and sucking always made the teenager cum.

It was during those weeks that Zero learned how his scent could affect other boys, especially older ones like Jarod who had a strong reaction to it and knew exactly what to do about it. He also learned that he liked smelling Jarod too and he loved the naughty stuff they did together.

The older boy's cock always smelled dangerous and exciting and his asshole was always pungently spicy. The scents were familiar because they were a little bit like his own, but there were definite differences. Zero didn't know why; all he knew was that he loved those smells and he loved Jarod.

He sometimes felt ashamed about his feelings for Jarod so he asked the older boy about it one day as they lay snuggled together in their basement hideout.

"Guys aren't supposed to love other guys, are they?" Zero asked. Jarod heard the guilt in his voice.

"Yo, little man, listen up. Love is love, bro," Jarod spoke earnestly and propped up on one elbow so he could look the young boy in the eyes. Zero met his gaze and searched his face for a reaction to his question. Jarod smiled and kissed him on the lips.

"Love is love," Zero repeated. He knew it was true but he had needed Jarod's help with believing it. He would never forget those words.

Just before the holidays, Jarod disappeared from the shelter and Zero was crushed. No one knew where he had gone and Zero looked everywhere, roaming the streets during the day for weeks and returning to the shelter at night in case Jarod returned. Months went by but Jarod never came back.

Zero had been nearly mute since his mother went away but, as winter dragged on and slowly gave way to spring, he stopped speaking altogether. His mother's disappearance had been traumatic, but now he had been abandoned again like he didn't matter at all to anyone.

Zero wondered why he should care if no one else did. Maybe that's why he impulsively stole the famous shoes at the shelter benefit that spring. It was those shoes he had tossed over the side of the bridge onto Stanley's head.

Zero hadn't known Stanley was there at the time, but now he knew it was his fault that Stanley was here at Camp Green Lake.

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Zero was practically a genius in math but he had never learned how to read. His verbal silence led the counselors and the other incarcerated boys at Camp Green Lake to assume that he was stupid, that he was nothing, that he was "zero". Stanley was the only one who seemed to really notice Zero and treat him with respect. Stanley kept a place for him in the food line, sat next to him in the Mess Hall and played games with him in the Wreck Room.

Zero liked being near Stanley and rarely left his side because Stanley looked out for him, protected him from the bullies and seemed to want to keep him close. Zero never talked to anyone but Stanley.

If Stanley lost track of Zero, he immediately started looking around for him. They were almost always together, but if Stanley entered the Mess Hall or the Wreck Room alone, he immediately scanned the space to find Zero and both boys would smile when their gazes met. Zero looked to Stanley's bunk to find his older companion as soon as he opened his eyes every morning and stayed close to him all day.

Stanley did the same, watching the younger boy as he climbed out of bed and then keeping an eye on him, constantly wondering what Zero's hot little asshole smelled like. He couldn't stop thinking about smelling and licking the younger boy's asshole and how good it would feel to get his desperately horny cock into that tight little pucker.

He was convinced that Zero had a crush on him too but he wondered if that was just his imagination. Stanley had no idea how to test his theory.

Since Zero was the fastest digger and always finished his digging first, he started helping Stanley finish his work every day. Some of the other boys started to become annoyed by this development. Everyone was supposed to dig their own holes and none of the other boys had a little helper to make their grueling task go quicker.

It didn't seem fair to them that Stanley should have it easier just because he and Zero were buddies. Everyone kept quiet about it at first, but tensions were beginning to build with each passing day.

Meanwhile, Stanley and Zero continued with their friendly arrangement. Stanley agreed to teach Zero to read, and Zero helped Stanley with his digging in return. The two boys began skipping their Wreck Room time after dinner so they could spend time alone in D Tent for reading lessons.

The arrangement seemed fair to both of them and they enjoyed their time alone together sitting on Stanley's bunk laughing, talking and reading while everyone else was hanging out in the Wreck Room. There was a growing connection between them that was about to become deeper than Stanley would have imagined possible.

Zero knew Stanley had a crush on him – it was really obvious. He definitely had a crush on Stanley too and he wanted the older boy to take action like Jarod had done. During each reading lesson, they sat very close together and Zero kept expecting Stanley to put his arm around him and pull him closer or give him a kiss or something.

He was sure the older boy wanted to fuck him and would like smelling and licking his asshole too, but apparently, Stanley was too chicken to try. Zero figured he was probably just too nervous and worried about being rejected and abandoned. No one understood that feeling better than Zero.

"Love is love," Zero said quietly.

"What?" Stanley asked. Zero replied by writing the phrase on the paper they had been using for practice and then sat back proudly. Stanley nodded his approval when he saw that his young student had written it correctly. "That's right!"

Zero kissed Stanley on the cheek; just a boyish peck.

"I love you, man," Zero said and grinned.

"I – I love you too," Stanley stammered. Surely the kid was just expressing brotherly love and attachment.

Time seemed to stand still as the two boys gazed into each other's eyes, searching for the true meaning of the words that had been spoken. A pleasant breeze puffed through the mesh window in the tent wall nearby, and the fading light of the sunset glinted in Zero's brown eyes.

Somehow their faces had moved closer and their lips suddenly touched. Stanley closed his eyes and let his lips part as he felt Zero's tongue touch his. It was a brief kiss but they didn't fully withdraw when it was over.

They paused long enough to make eye contact again, both with somber and mystified expressions on their faces, lost in the magic of boyish love. Stanley reached up and gently touched the side of Zero's smooth neck with one hand and kissed him again, more eagerly this time.

Neither was sure how long the kiss lasted but the boys were startled from their embrace by voices outside in the camp yard. They reluctantly parted and returned to their reading lesson but no one immediately came into the tent.

"Love is love," Stanley read aloud from the page and winked at Zero.

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Since summer had begun to give way to autumn, the nights at Camp Green Lake had become much cooler. It was a welcome relief from the unrelenting heat of the day, but it was uncomfortably cold in the early hours of the morning after Zero and Stanley had made out during their reading lesson. Stanley had slept for a while but now he lay awake shivering under his scratchy sheet and rough wool blanket.

He didn't see or hear Zero slip quietly from his nearby bunk so he was startled when he suddenly saw the boy standing there looking at him wearing only his tight, white undies.

"Zero? What are you doing?" Stanley whispered. He could see his own breath in the chilly are. Zero didn't say anything right away; he just climbed into bed with Stanley and snuggled against him under the cover.

"I'm cold," he whispered. Stanley embraced the smaller boy, hugged him close and buried his face in his mop of frizzy hair. The two boys lay facing each other snuggling quietly and enjoying the warmth and closeness. They kept silent for fear of awakening the others but both were wide awake and basking in the sensation of their cozy embrace.

Stanley kept one arm around Zero and affectionately caressed the boy's smooth back, enjoying the feeling of Zero's bare skin against him and the soft puff of the boy's breath on his neck and chest.

Stanley's cock had been hard before Zero climbed into bed with him, but now it was throbbing in his unwashed briefs. Zero hadn't showered or changed his undies in four days and Stanley knew his cute ass must be especially ripe tonight.

He wished there was some way he could sniff it but he had no idea what Zero might think about such an attempt. Although they had been kissing a few hours ago and were snuggling in bed together now, Stanley wasn't sure what to do next.

He imagined himself ducking under the cover between Zero's outspread legs and sniffing his hard little cock and deliciously funky asshole through his dirty undies. Stanley would have done so in a heartbeat but there was a good chance that all the rustling around would wake Armpit or Squid or one of the other boys.

The last thing he needed was to get caught with his tongue in Zero's ass. Instead, he let his hand wander lower as he stroked Zero's back. Soon he touched the waistband of his briefs and then reached lower still, rubbing and squeezing the boy's ass and the back of his leg.

Zero pressed himself closer to Stanley and drew one knee up while Stanley's slowly rubbed his hand up and down the back of the younger boy's thigh, finally letting his hand come to rest on Zero's perfect little butt. Carefully, he slipped his fingers underneath the leg band of Zero's underwear and eased two fingers forward until he found the boy's moist and gooey asshole.

Zero moaned quietly and squirmed a little when Stanley touched his boyhole. Their noses were nearly touching and then suddenly they were kissing again amid intoxicating whiffs of finely crafted boybutter wafting from underneath the cover.

Stanley slowly swiped his finger back a forth across Zero's slippery hole while they kissed. Zero whimpered and slowly, almost imperceptibly, dry humped Stanley's leg. After several seconds, Stanley paused to bring his fingers to his nose.

In the dim light, Stanley could see the moisture glistening on the ends of his fingers and he could smell the perfectly tangy and ripe, cheesy scent of Zero's sweaty asshole before the tips of his fingers were under his nose. Zero could smell his own scent in the air and he was delighted to see Stanley inhaling the pungent aroma off the ends of his fingers.

"Yum," Stanley whispered as the magical smell set off fireworks in his brain. His heart was pounding with excitement and his hard cock lurched in his undies. This was cute little Zero's scent and he wanted more of it.

He licked the scent off of his fingers and sucked on them briefly to wet them before reaching down to slip his hand into the back of Zero's undies again.

Zero reached down and carefully slid his hand into the front of Stanley's underwear and grasped the older boy's hard cock. Stanley adjusted his position slightly to allow the smaller boy's hand freer play and sighed as Zero slowly jacked his cock. He carefully pressed the tip of one finger against Zero's tight hole and allowed the lube of spit, sweat and boybutter ease the entry.

"Mm," Zero grunted almost inaudibly and raised his ass slightly as Stanley's finger slid into his hole. Stanley could still smell Zero's asshole from where he had touched his fingers to his nose and lips and he could feel his aching nuts charging up to blow a load as Zero stroked his cock. He fingered Zero's hole, easing his finger in and out and quickening the pace as his orgasm approached.

"Ahh," he sighed and shoved his finger into Zero's horny ass as he came. Zero jacked his cock faster as he shot off, splattering both of their bellies. It had never felt so good when he had done it himself while sniffing the tangy scent of his own ass and pretending it was Zero's. "Oh, fuck!" he whispered.

Zero stroked until Stanley's cock stopped spurting and jerking and his hand was slick with the young teenager's cum. They brought their hands to their mouths at the same time. Zero licked Stanley's cum off of his fingers while Stanley smelled and licked the finger that had been in Zero's ass. Both boys would laugh later about how hot and nasty it had been.

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The next morning, Stanley caught up to Travis before the groups marched to their separate work sites.

"Stan the Man," Travis said smiling and then whispered conspiratorially, "have you fucked Zero yet?" Stanley was a little shocked by the question and he felt his face flush.

"I um...well...not yet," he stammered.

"Why not?"

"See, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. There's no way we can really do anything without getting caught," Stanley explained.

"Oh, I see," Travis replied and chuckled.

"Yeah, so what do we do?" Travis looked thoughtful for a moment

"Stanley, let's go!" Mr. Pendanski shouted over a chorus of boys calling for Caveman from where the D Tent group was gathered nearby. Zero was walking toward Stanley to see what was going on. Travis glanced at his own group and signaled that he was coming.

"Meet me in the supply shed tonight at 10 o'clock," Travis said as Zero approached, "and bring your little boyfriend with you." Stanley was dumbfounded.

"How...," he began but Travis turned and trotted off to meet his group. Zero had arrived and handed Stanley his shovel.

"Are we boyfriends?" Zero asked and grinned.

"Yep," Stanley said and ruffled his hair. They both hurried off to join their group and, later that day when Zero was helping him dig, Stanley told him the plan for that night.

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Stanley waited until about 9:30 and then got up, slipped on the jumpsuit he had worn that day and quietly left the tent as though he was headed to the latrines. Twenty minutes later Zero did the same and met him behind the latrine shed. They were nervous but excited as they waited in the shadows for a few minutes and watched the encampment for any signs of movement.

"Ok, it's time to go," Stanley whispered and took Zero by the hand. Clinging to the shadows beyond the wide circles of light cast by the halogen lamps, they hurried across the dusty yard and crept up behind the supply shed.

The temperature had been dropping steadily since sundown and they could see their breaths in the chilly air as they rested for a moment before creeping around the corner of the shed.

"Watch out!" Zero whispered loudly when he saw a Yellow Spotted Lizard clinging to the side of the supply shed. It swiveled its wide head, shifted its stance and opened its mouth, threatening to leap and deliver a poisonous bite at the slightest provocation.

The boys gave the reptile a wide berth and arrived at the door to the supply shed unharmed. Stanley turned the doorknob and found it unlocked. He and Zero quickly slipped inside and shut the door behind them.

The shed was warmer inside than they had expected and it seemed smaller than he remembered. Supply shelves, lockers and cabinets lined the walls filled with folded orange jumpsuits, bed linens, tools and other supplies. In the dim glow of the gas lantern on the desk they saw someone sitting in a chair behind the table.

Fear gripped Stanley as it occurred to him that Travis might have betrayed him into a trap and that the figure behind the desk might be Mr. Sir. He and Zero stood frozen in place, still holding hands as the figure stirred and stood up.

"Y'all sure do make a cute couple," Travis said in his west Texas drawl and turned up the lantern enough to dispel some of the shadows. Stanley breathed a sigh of relief. Travis lifted the lantern and stepped toward the boys. He motioned toward a bunk mattress on the floor in the corner.

"Cool!" Stanley said and squeezed Zero's hand.

"Go for it Caveman," Travis said and winked at Zero. He set the lantern down on the floor next to the mattress. "Just shut off the lantern and lock the door when you leave."

"Ok thanks, man," said Stanley as Travis opened the door a crack and peered into the yard.

"Yup," Travis replied and slipped out into the shadows. Stanley quickly locked the door behind him and then turned to Zero who was already stepping out of his jumpsuit. The kid was so cute standing there in just his briefs and a grimy pair of socks. Stanley joined him at the bedside and stripped out of his jumpsuit too. Now they were facing each other, both wearing only their socks and their detention issued briefs.

"Hey," Stanley said quietly. He reached out and touched him under the chin, gently lifting his face so he could look directly into his eyes. "You sure you are ok with this? I mean, I don't wanna..."

Zero stepped forward and pressed his lips against Stanley's to hush him. Tasting the younger boy's tongue again was all the reply he needed. As they embraced and kissed deeply, Zero reached down with one hand and rubbed Stanley's hard cock through the crusty cum-stained cloth while Stanley let both hands slide down the younger boys back to squeeze Zero's ass.

He wanted to lick his little boyfriend's asshole so bad he could almost taste it. Zero knew exactly what Stanley wanted. He wanted to smell Stanley's asshole too but he had been fantasizing about smelling and licking the older boy's nuts for weeks.

Without speaking, Zero grinned and sat down on the mattress Travis had left for them. Too excited to be nervous, Stanley joined him and Zero laid back with his legs wide apart and knees up. Stanley could already smell the younger boy's special scent. Zero's cock was hard in his sweat and pee-stained undies and Stanley could see some hot skids showing through as he leaned down to sniff.

"Mmm," he moaned softly as he mouthed Zero's hard cock through the boy's undies, intoxicated by the smell. Stanley licked the yellowish stains and inhaled the rich toasty aroma of dried piss and boy-cum. But there was a captivating smell like sharp cheese where the head of Zero's hard cock strained against his briefs. "Why does Zero's cock smell so good?" Stanley wondered silently, but he didn't linger there very long.

Instead, he sniffed lower through the yeasty smell of the boy's sweaty crotch and balls to the ripe tang of his asshole. He lifted Zero's legs and pushed his knees towards his chest so the kid's ripe little ass was turned up in his face.

Zero hooked his elbows behind his own knees and held his ass up so Stanley could sniff it. He could see Stanley's nostrils flaring and a look of inebriation come over his face as his inhaled the scent coming through the seat of his skid-stained undies.

"Does my butt stink?" Zero asked playfully.

"Oh yeah," Stanley breathed. "I mean, no! It smells good," he corrected himself and inhaled the scent again. Zero giggled.

"What?" Stanley asked, looking up from his work to make eye contact with the younger boy.

"It's cool you like smelling my ass so much. Are you gonna lick it?"

Stanley grinned and pushed Zero's undies toward his knees and admired the perfection of the boy ass in front of him. Like the rest of him, the skin of Zero's rounded butt cheeks was a creamy, caramel color darkening slightly to light brown around his hole.

His tightly puckered hole was moist with a clear sheen of sweat and framed on both sides with slick little smears of boybutter. Stanley could hardly believe his nose.

He stuck out his tongue and let the tip touch Zero's hole, holding it there for a couple of seconds before withdrawing to look at it again.

"Yum," he said as he breathed in the ripe, tangy smell and licked his lips before licking Zero's funky asshole clean.

"Ooo,"Zero cooed. He loved getting his asshole licked and he had been wanting Stanley to do it for a long time. Stanley licked it thoroughly, sometimes flicking his tongue and, at other times lapping, pausing at least once more to look at Zero's spit-shined pucker before he was done.

When Zero lowered his legs, he pulled the boy's undies down and off before crawling between his legs again and grasping Zero's cock.

He was surprised to find that, unlike his own cock, the head of Zero's little meat was sheathed in a foreskin that still concealed part of the head even though his cock was fully hard. An intoxicatingly sharp smell was coming from the head of Zero's cock and it got stronger when Stanley squeezed it and pulled down his foreskin.

Stanley had heard uncut boys at school talk about dick cheese and he had smelled it once before when Chris Sanchez had caught him by surprise and smeared some under his nose in the locker room. He had pretended to be disgusted and ran to the sink to wash it off but he had been wanting to see what it smelled like and he loved it.

He liked Zero's even more and now he was licking it off the head of the younger boy's cock. Stanley had never sucked a cock before but he didn't hesitate to start licking and sucking Zero's. He had seen enough internet porn and fantasized about sucking dick enough that it seemed like he had done it many times before.

What he lacked in skill, he made up for in determination as he tenderly sucked Zero's cock, his nervousness and lack of experience dispelled by the aphrodisiac of Zero's scent. Really, he only slurped and sucked his little boyfriend's cock for a few strokes before Zero gently pushed his face away.

"I wanna smell yours," Zero said and grinned as he sat up. He didn't want Stanley to make him cum yet because he knew from his experience with Jarod it would be better to wait.

"Ok," Stanley said and snickered. In his fantasies, he had always been the one doing the sniffing and licking but he rolled over onto his side and let Zero crawl between his legs. The younger boy didn't hesitate to start sniffing and licking Stanley's cock through his cum-crusted undies.

Propped up on one elbow with one knee up and his legs wise apart he watched Zero lick his hard cock through his briefs, pause to sniff his balls and then finally sniff his asshole. He knew his hole was sweaty and ripe and he had seen the skids in his own undies get longer and smellier over the last few days.

"Mm, your asshole smells good too, man," Zero said.

"Are you gonna lick it?" Stanley asked as Zero had done and they both laughed.

"Hell yeah!" Zero exclaimed. Stanley grinned and shoved his own undies down. Zero grabbed them and pulled them all the way off.

"That's so fuckin' hot," Stanley said as Zero sniffed his dirty undies along the crotch and the pouch of fabric that had just held his sweaty nuts before sniffing the skids in the seat.

"It smells the best right here," Zero said, sniffing where the scent of Stanley's cock and balls was mingled with the sharp tang of his ass.

"Oh, yeah?" Stanley said and chuckled. Zero tossed the undies onto the floor next to his own and leaned down to lick Stanley's cock for real this time. He grasped the older boy's sensitive balls as Jarod had taught him to do so he could lick them better.

Stanley shifted his hips and laid down on his back in a more comfortable position for enjoying the sensations of Zero's tongue on his balls and then on the head of his cock and then on his asshole. The younger boy licked his asshole carefully, almost reverently, flicking his tongue and lapping at Stanley's funky pucker the same way he had licked Zero's.

"Dude," Stanley said when Zero grasped his cock and started licking the head of it again. He felt like he was about to blow his load so he wanted to stop the foreplay before he exploded too soon. "Get the lube form the pocket of my jumpsuit."

"Huh?" Zero said, sitting up.

"It's in the front pocket of my jumpsuit," Stanley said. "Hurry up!"

Zero got up and grabbed Stanley's jumpsuit and started going through the pockets. Stanley had time to notice how cute Zero was, standing there naked except for his socks with his hard, five-inch spike sticking out below the beginnings of a small patch of boy pubes. Soon, Zero drew two packets of lube out of Stanley's pocket and grinned widely.

"Cool! This shit helps a lot," Zero proclaimed. "Where'd you get it?"

"Travis gave it to me," Stanley replied and waved Zero over. Zero rejoined him on the mattress and handed Stanley the lube. He put one packet aside before he tore one open and squeezed some into his hand. He slathered his hard cock with it and then Zero put out his own hand for some.

Stanley squeezed a blob of lube onto his hand and watched as Zero rose up onto his knees, reached behind himself and lubed his own asshole. They both laughed when they realized they didn't have anything to wipe their hands on. Zero grabbed one of the jumpsuits and they used the leg of it to wipe the excess lube off their hands.

Overcome with boyish exuberance, Zero playfully attacked Stanley and started tickling his ribs. Stanley laughed and easily wrestled the smaller boy onto his back and climbed on top of him tickling his ribs in return. Lost in the excitement of freedom and intimacy Zero squealed louder than he intended. Stanley quickly clamped one hand over his mouth.

"Shhh," he hissed and their laughter evaporated while they paused to listen for noises from outside. There was only silence. After several more seconds, Stanley removed his hand from Zero's mouth and kissed him. Zero answered with his tongue and squirmed underneath Stanley whose wet cock was pressed against his.

When Stanley withdrew, Zero lifted up his legs and presented his ass to Stanley again. Stanley maneuvered into position and pushed the head of his cock against Zero's tight pucker. Zero closed his eyes as Stanley eased forward watching the younger boy's face for signs of discomfort.

He had remembered Travis' tender treatment a few weeks before here in the same room and he remembered the teenager's advice about doing it right. Even without Travis' guidance though, Stanley never wanted to do anything that would hurt Zero.

Zero winced when the head of Stanley's cock slowly slipped into his tight hole so Stanley withdrew and used two fingers first. Zero accommodated those more easily so Stanley gently finger-fucked him for a few strokes.

"Wow, your little asshole is tight, Zee," he observed. Zero moaned softly as Stanley withdrew his fingers and mounted him again. This time Stanley's cock slipped in more easily but Zero still winced.

"Hold on, don't move, don't move!" Zero grunted. Stanley froze in place with the first two inches of his cock in the boy's tight ass. Zero's little anus flexed repeatedly, squeezing the head of his cock. He watched Zero's face until the boy nodded and then he eased forward. Once he withdrew and eased in all the way a couple of times, Zero wrapped his legs around the older boy's waist.

"You ok?" Stanley asked as he leaned forward and braced himself with his hands on the mattress beside Zero's shoulders. His cock was balls deep in the boy's ass.

"Yeah," Zero replied and Stanley leaned down and kissed him. Slowly he began to move, drawing his cock out a little and letting it slide back into Zero's boyishly tight and silky smooth fuckhole.

"Oh, fuck that feels good," Stanley whispered with his lips not far from Zero's.

"Uhhnn," the smaller boy grunted in agreement and began shoving his ass upward with each of Stanley's slow, easy thrusts and soon the older boy was fucking his little boyfriend with a firm, steady pace. It didn't take long for him to cum.

"Ah, I'm gonna cum, dude!" Stanley announced just before he shot off. He was humping Zero's ass faster and harder now as his cock exploded, jerking and spurting his load.

"Mmm, yeah!" Zero sighed and humped Stanley back as he received his older boyfriend's load deep in his horny ass.

At last, Stanley stopped moving and rested with his cock as far up Zero's hot ass as it would go. They were both breathing hard as Zero stretched upward and kissed Stanley again while the young teenager's cock pumped the last of his load into him.

They kissed and whispered stuff to each other for a couple of minutes before Stanley pulled out and withdrew. He immediately scooted down and took Zero's cock into his mouth and started lovingly sucking the little boy off. In only a few strokes, Zero blew his little load of boy cum into Stanley's mouth.

"Ahh, ohh, uhhnn," Zero grunted and arched his back as he came. It was the most powerful boygasm he had ever experienced, including the ones Jarod had given him. Stanley didn't hesitate to swallow Zero's hot load.

Afterwards, Stanley grabbed a blanket from the shelf and they cuddled for a while underneath it. They didn't talk much and eventually napped for an hour or so, exhausted from their sexual adventure and the intensely gratifying release. When Stanley woke, he checked his watch and shook Zero.

"Hey Zee? Wake up, we've gotta go," he urged. Zero sat up with a start and they both scrambled off the bed and hurried to get dressed. Stanley picked up Zero's undies and sniffed them in a few places. "Yours smell best here and here," he said and sniffed the cheesy spot at the fly and then the tangy skids in the seat. Zero laughed and shook his head.

Less than two minutes later they were dressed and ready to go. The blanket had been returned to the shelf, the lube packets retrieved and the mattress rolled up and stacked with the others in the corner. Finally, they returned the lantern to the table and turned it off.

Holding hands again they crept out the door, locking it behind them. Staying in the shadows and hoping the chill would render the dangerous lizards too lethargic to attack, they carefully made their way back to the latrine shed.

"I've gotta pee," Zero whispered.

"Me too," Stanley said and they decided to do it there in the shadows behind the shed rather than risk making noise with the squeaky latrine door. They both released long powerful streams, their piss steaming in the cold night air.

Moments later they quietly crept into the tent, shucked out of their jumpsuits and climbed back into their separate beds. It was after midnight now but they still had four hours to get some sleep.

Neither of them knew it until later but at least one of the other boys in D Tent was awake when they returned. Zigzag had been awake when they left and he saw them sneak in together two hours later. The sixteen-year-old was no stranger to conspiracies and he was convinced that Stanley and Zero were in one against him.

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CHAPTER THREE: A HERO FOR ZERO

Although it had started getting cold at night, there was no relief from the heat during the day. In fact, the days became more hazy and humid making the heat even more oppressive. Sweat streamed down Stanley's back as he dug.

The young teenager distracted himself from the unpleasant task by imagining the events from last night over and over in his mind. With Travis' help, he had finally fucked Zero.

He glanced over at Zero who was digging his own hole nearby. It occurred to him that he and Zero hadn't just fucked, they had made love. Stanley hadn't really understood the difference before.

Stanley wasn't certain how much of his eighteen month sentence he had already served at Camp Green Lake but he guessed he had been there for about four months. He hadn't seen a calendar anywhere so there was no way to keep up with the date, but he figured it was probably September.

Back home, school would be starting and soon the holidays would come and go and Stanley would hardly know it except through letters from his mom. The heavy sadness of homesickness arose in his chest and made him feel like crying.

Zero was the only thing that made this place bearable and he looked forward to the next time they could be alone together.

Stanley contemplated lots of things while he worked. He wondered what the Warden was so desperately trying to find here, and he remembered the stories his grandfather had told him about Kissin' Kate Barlow, the legendary outlaw who had supposedly robbed his great, great grandfather of a valuable treasure.

Stanley didn't know if any of it was true but he was beginning to think there might be a connection between the legends his grandfather told him and the secret for which the Warden was searching.

After all, only a few weeks earlier he had found some kind of gold tube in the hole he had been digging that day. It looked like an old lipstick case with the initials KB inscribed on it. He had given it to X-Ray who then claimed to have found the tube in his own hole so he could have a day off.

The Warden had gone crazy making them dig where she thought X-Ray had found the tube, but nothing further turned up. Stanley had no idea at the time, but that bit of misdirection would change the lives of him and Zero forever.

That evening, Stanley and Zero took a shower with the rest of the D Tent boys in the open-air shower stalls in the camp yard. Stanley noticed Zigzag glaring at them and some of the other boys snickered as he and Zero stood together under adjacent showerheads.

They quickly lathered themselves, racing to finish bathing before their allotted shower time ended and the camp counselor on shower duty turned off the water.

"Hey, Zero, don't drop the soap!" Zigzag shouted from a few stalls down and everyone laughed. Stanley raised his arm and responded with a one fingered salute.

Zero said nothing but Zigzag looked enraged as the rest of the boys whooped and laughed. He might have said something more but Mr. Sir had come out onto the porch in front of his office to see what all the fuss was about and ordered the water to be shut off. Afterwards, Zero and Stanley changed their undies and put on fresh jumpsuits before going to dinner in the Mess Hall.

Although Zigzag was still glaring at them angrily, Zero and Stanley sat together in their usual spot and had dinner with the rest of their group. The conversation and raucous laughter was mostly normal but Stanley felt the underlying tension and he wondered what Zigzag was so pissed off about.

Squid and X-Ray seemed to be more gruff than usual too and Stanley noticed the devious glances between those two and Zigzag. Maybe it was because they didn't like it that Zero was helping him dig his holes, or maybe they had somehow found out about the naughty stuff that he and Zero had been up to. Stanley figured he needed to talk to Travis about it.

He swept his gaze around the Mess Hall looking for the older boy and saw him at a nearby table with his own group. Travis looked up and grinned when their gazes met. He raised his cup in a gesture of salutation. Stanley smiled and discreetly raised his own cup in response.

After dinner, he looked for Travis in the Wreck Room but he wasn't there, so he and Zero headed to D Tent.

Both boys had been looking forward to their time alone all day and Stanley hoped he could steal a few kisses during the reading lesson. Neither of them expected Zigzag to be waiting for them when they got there.

The wild-haired teenager didn't say anything, he just laid there on his bunk and glared at them. Stanley and Zero tried their best to ignore their hostile observer and carried on with the reading lesson as planned only without any boy kisses.

Zigzag stared at them until the rest of the boys started to shuffle in for bed time. As he was clearing away their papers, Stanley quickly wrote something and showed it to Zero.

"Zero Plus One Equals One Plus Zero," Zero read silently from the page and grinned. He felt a warm and fuzzy feeling as he crawled into his bunk that night. He knew what Stanley had meant; it was code for Zero loves Stanley and Stanley loves Zero.

He went to sleep thinking about how cool it was that he had a hot boyfriend who really loved him. It was because of Stanley that he could actually read and understand those code words. Because of Stanley, he could even carve them onto the supply shed wall if he wanted to.

The next day was Zigzag's birthday. Or so he said. Zigzag lay in his bunk as everyone else headed outside. "I get to sleep in, because it's my birthday," he announced cheerfully.

The hostility from the day before seemed to be gone. Stanley didn't know what day of the week it was, let alone the date. He wondered how Zigzag would know. No one believed it was really Zigzag's birthday but he still claimed it was anyway.

Later that day during their lunch break, all the tension that had been building for weeks finally came to a head when Zigzag and the other boys began confronting Stanley about all the help he was getting from Zero. Zigzag came over and started taunting Stanley and soon a fight broke out between them.

At first it seemed that Zigzag was getting the best of Stanley, punching him repeatedly in the face as the two boys tumbled in the dust, until Zero jumped into the fray. Suddenly Zigzag was off of him. Stanley looked up and saw Zero had his arm around Zigzag's long neck choking him and squeezing harder even as Mr. Pendanski rushed over and tried to intervene.

Suddenly, Armpit charged into them, freeing Zigzag from Zero's choke hold. The three boys fell to the ground in different directions just as Mr. Pendanski fired his pistol into the air.

Soon the other camp counselors and Mr. Sir came running from the office or from out on the lake to see what was going on. The Warden hopped in her car and rushed over from her cabin. Everyone tried to explain at once what had happened until the Warden yelled for quiet.

"Okay, from now on, I don't want anyone digging anyone else's hole," said the Warden. "And no more reading lessons. In fact," she continued, "Zero, I am reassigning you to A Tent."

"I'm not going to A Tent and I'm not digging any more holes," Zero said.

Stanley was stunned and speechless and Zero looked like he was about to cry as he stood there holding his shovel like he was planning to defend himself with it. Zigzag and Squid laughed. Mr. Pendanski had been remarking about how stupid and worthless Zero was and how digging holes was all he would ever be good for when Zero suddenly smashed him in the face with the shovel and took off running.

Everything after that was a blur and Stanley wasn't sure exactly how it had all happened, but Zero had run off into the desert toward the mountains and escaped.

That night Stanley lay in his bunk trying not to listen as the other boys talked about how quickly they thought Zero would be dead. Zero had no water, it was scorching hot during the day and freezing at night and there were rattlesnakes and Yellow Spotted Lizards everywhere.

Too many dangers for Zero to face alone. Stanley lay facing Zero's empty bunk and wished he had run away with him. He was sad and heartbroken that Zero had left him but he figured Zero would sneak back into camp tonight and be in his bunk by morning.

Stanley lay awake for a long time waiting for Zero to return and finally slept for a few hours. He awoke in the middle of the night, well before dawn, in the quietest and coldest part of the night. He immediately sat up and looked at Zero's bunk and was disappointed to find it still empty. Zero was still out there somewhere in the wilderness, cold and alone with no food or water.

On an impulse, he went over to Zero's bunk and climbed into it, snuggling into the place where his little boyfriend slept. He imagined holding the younger boy close to him the way he'd done a couple of nights before when Zero had sneaked into bed with him, and he hoped his desire to keep him warm and safe would actually help him somehow.

Stanley thought he could smell Zero on the pillow; the slightly sweet and sour smell of the boy's cute, sweaty little head. As he pressed his face into the pillow and inhaled deeply he wondered if the Warden and Mr. Sir had taken Zero's laundry bag when they removed all of his other belongings.

For a moment, he considered that it might be in poor taste to be sniffing Zero's undies at a time like this when the poor kid was missing and in danger, but Stanley felt desperate to be near Zero in any way possible.

Quietly, Stanley leaned over the side of the bunk and carefully felt for the bag in the shadows under the bed. He was surprised and delighted when he found it was still there. He reached in and immediately drew out a pair of Zero's dirty briefs, the same delicious pair the boy had been wearing for the last several days, including the night before when they had their hot date in the supply shed.

Since he intended to keep them, he cinched the laundry bag closed and slid it back under the bed. He had just enough light to see the faded tag at the back of Zero's undies so he turned them inside out before he covered his head with the blanket.

The familiar smell of Zero's ripe 12-year-old boy ass reached Stanley's nostrils before he brought the skid stained undies to his nose. Although the scent wasn't as rich and lively as Zero's actual asshole, a delicious tangy and cheesy essence remained in the seat of the boy's undies.

Stanley inhaled the hot scent, sniffing and puffing silently as he allowed his breath to warm the aromatic stains causing them to release more of their magical essence. His 14-year-old cock was rock hard and straining in his undies as he closed his eyes, breathed in the scent and imagined sniffing and licking his little boyfriend's asshole.

As he sniffed, he noticed a subtly sweet and slightly toasty smell mixed with the more vibrantly tangy scent of boybutter along the seat of Zero's undies.

He thought at first that this secondary smell was just six days of sweat from Zero's sweet little ass crack soaked into the seat of his undies, but then he suddenly came to the startlingly hot realization that he was smelling his own dried cum that had leaked from Zero's tight little pucker after he had fucked him.

Smelling the intoxicating fragrance of his own cum mixed with hot boy ass was almost enough to make Stanley shoot off in his briefs without touching himself.

He avoided the urge to jerk off right away and took a break from sniffing for a few moments. The cold air cleansed his sensory receptors as he breathed deeply and exhaled a few times like he was about to take a dive underwater. Then he ducked under the cover again for a fresh experience in the wonderland of Zero's dirty undies.

This time he sniffed the front of the little briefs, inhaling the scent of Zero's sweaty cock and balls. He could smell the pleasantly acrid scent of crusty cum stains here too, his own and Zero's, along with some yummy pee stains around the fly.

It was the sharp smell of dickie cheese and the deliciously yeasty scent of boy ball sweat that tickled Stanley's senses the most. He recalled how the head of Zero's cock had been moist with it and how deliciously ripe it had smelled and tasted while he was sucking him off.

That had been after he had fucked Zero and shot his load up his tight little ass. Stanley sniffed the seat of Zero's undies again and found himself involuntarily dry-humping Zero's mattress as he recalled the way the boy had turned his ass up and let Stanley sniff the awesome scent through the seat of this very pair of dirty undies.

"Mmm," Stanley moaned and licked the yummy ass stains in Zero's briefs while he relived in his imagination the experience of licking the hot little boy's funky asshole before mounting him up and fucking him.

The sensation had been incredible; eager boyish kisses, the boy's legs wrapped around his waist, the smaller boy's caramel colored skin against his own stark whiteness and the tight, velvety smooth sensation of his cock in Zero's ass.

With that thought, Stanley came in his shorts as he dry humped Zero's bed and sniffed the hot little dude's dirty undies. His orgasm was intense and his load made a huge sticky wet spot in the front of his briefs and on the sheet. Afterwards, he lay motionless for a few minutes before poking his head out from under the cover to see if anyone was awake.

His sense of caution had been temporarily suspended by his lust but now his ordinary awareness had returned. The room was quiet except for the deep breathing and occasional snoring of his sleeping companions. He had been very quiet and the brief masturbatory experience had lasted less than ten minutes, so he felt reasonably sure no one knew what he was up to.

Still, he waited quietly for a long time before returning to his own bunk taking Zero's dirty undies with him.

The next day Stanley was despondent while he worked and Zero's absence seemed to make the heat and the work much harder to bear. He was in a quandary about what to do.

On one hand, he thought he should run away and search for Zero before it was too late but, on the other hand, he thought Zero might still return to the camp and he would need to be here to protect him. Finally, he decided to wait one more day and if Zero had not come back by then, he would go looking for him.

That evening a new kid arrived and was assigned to Group D. His name was Brian but X-Ray called him Twitch because he was always fidgeting. Twitch was assigned to Zero's bed which Stanley found disturbing, but there wasn't anything he could do about it.

He was a cute little dude about 13-years old but not as cute as Zero. That night he heard the kid sobbing quietly from Zero's bunk. Stanley felt sorry for him but he was also angry that the kid was here to replace Zero, even though he knew it wasn't Twitch's fault.

The next morning out on the lake, Stanley listened as Mr. Sir told Twitch about the requirements for digging holes as he gazed out toward the hazy horizon in the direction that Zero had escaped. T

he shimmering distortion of heat waves rising from the sand made Stanley thirsty and caused the sense of urgency he felt to find Zero rise more strongly than ever within him. He worried that he had waited too long already and that it was too late to rescue Zero, but he knew he had to try.

What he did next wasn't well planned but all he could think about was Zero crawling across the hot, dry dirt desperately searching for water. As he stood in line at the water truck for Mr. Sir to fill his canteen, Twitch was in line behind him telling him all about how stealing cars was what brought him to Camp Green Lake.

The kid shifted and fidgeted nervously as he spoke about hotwiring cars and taking them for joy rides. It gave Stanley the idea to steal the water truck and drive it into the desert in search of Zero. It would be both a quick way to look for him and a source for plenty of water.

"Hey, Twitch. Come up here, man," Squid called and sneered at Stanley as he motioned for Twitch to take a spot in line in front of him. Apparently, Squid didn't like Stanley talking to the cute new kid but Stanley didn't mind. He preferred being ignored at the back of the line so he could more easily execute his plan.

While Mr. Sir was distracted by filling canteens, he slowly backed away from the line and slipped around the side of the water truck. This is really crazy, he told himself. Whatever he did, he knew he'd have to do it quickly before Mr. Sir noticed. It might be too late to rescue Zero but what if it wasn't?

There was no time to think. He flung open the door to the truck and climbed quickly inside. Seconds later he started the truck and stepped on the gas. The engine revved but the truck didn't move.

"Put it in gear!" shouted Twitch. Mr. Sir came running around the side of the truck to snatch Stanley from behind the wheel but Stanley slammed the gear shift toward D and the truck lurched forward. The engine roared as he raced away leaving D Group behind in a cloud of dust cheering while Mr. Sir ran alongside the truck trying to stop him.

The truck went faster and faster across the dry lake bed but things didn't go quite the way Stanley had planned. He had outrun Mr. Sir but he drove the truck straight into a hole.

He fell out onto the dirt, momentarily disoriented, before clambering to his feet and running off into the desert the way Zero had gone. Mr. Sir stood there in shock as he watched Stanley run away.

Stanley ran until he realized no one was chasing him and then rested a while. Once he had caught his breath, he walked for a long time passing many holes that the Camp Green Lake boys had dug over the years.

Eventually he passed what he thought must be the last hole and kept walking, wondering how far he could go before he would have to turn back. His empty canteen kept bumping against his leg, reminding him he had no water, but he pressed on toward the mountains hoping to find the rock formation that looked like a fist with its thumb sticking up.

As he continued walking he became aware of a large object on the lake that looked like a boulder or a fallen tree. It wasn't directly in his path toward the mountains but he changed directions anyway hoping to find some shade where he could rest.

The object was farther away than it seemed and he walked a long time before he finally reached it. He laughed when he saw what it was. It was an old wooden boat that lay upside down, half buried in the dirt. On one side of the boat there was a pile of dirt and then a tunnel leading down below the boat.

He could hear something stirring under the boat. He figured it might be a family of Yellow-Spotted Lizards. Then a little brown hand and an orange sleeve reached up out of the tunnel.

"Zero?!" Stanley shouted.

"Hey," Zero answered with a raspy voice. Stanley helped him climb out from under the boat and hugged him tightly, kissing his forehead and cheeks repeatedly.

"I'm so glad I found you! I thought you were..."

"I knew you'd come for me," Zero replied and kissed Stanley on the lips. Stanley thought Zero seemed weak and pale from dehydration but better than Stanley had expected. The boy's breath smelled like peach wine. He insisted on taking Zero back to camp but the kid refused.

"You want some sploosh?" Zero asked. Stanley thought he must be delirious.

"Splooge?"

"Sploosh," Zero repeated and laughed. He shaded his eyes with his forearm. "It's cooler under the boat," he said.

Stanley watched as Zero crawled back through the hole underneath the boat and then followed him in. There were enough cracks and holes in the bottom of the boat, now the roof, to provide light and ventilation and it was much cooler there. Stanley could see empty jars scattered around. Zero held a jar in his hand and grunted as tried to unscrew the lid.

"What is it?" Stanley asked.

"I call it sploosh," Zero replied.

With Stanley's help, he was able to open the jar. The liquid inside was dark and thick and smelled like sweet wine. Zero drank some and then passed it to Stanley. He was reluctant to taste it at first but he decided to try it and soon the two boys had drained the entire jar.

As they drank they talked and began to giggle as the fermented peach wine made them tipsy and temporarily quenched their thirst. Stanley told Zero about how much he had missed him and worried about him, and about stealing the water truck and driving it into a hole on his way to find him.

"Did you bring the lube?" Zero asked and grinned mischievously.

"I don't know," Stanley said and laughed as he checked his pockets. He found one empty packet and one unused one in the front pocket of his jumpsuit.

He had forgotten it was there and he hadn't planned to bring it, but he had transferred it to the pocket of his clean jumpsuit when he and Zero had showered three days ago. He pulled it out and held it up triumphantly. Both boys laughed.

Zero scooted over and sat between Stanley's legs and leaned back against him. Stanley put his arms around the boy and kissed the top of his head. Zero tilted his face up for a kiss and Stanley leaned down to give him one, letting his tongue slip into his little boyfriend's peach flavored mouth.

Before imbibing the sploosh, neither of them would have had the strength or the mood for sex, but now all Stanley could think about was getting his tongue and his cock back in Zero's hot little asshole.

As they kissed, Stanley grasped the collar of Zero's jumpsuit and pulled, unsnapping it all the way down to the last two buttons at Zero's crotch.

He ran his hands over Zero's smooth chest, teasing and gently pinching the boy's nipples, before moving down to caress his smooth, flat belly. Zero gasped when Stanley reached further down and rubbed his hard cock through his sweat dampened undies.

"I missed you so bad, Zee," Stanley whispered against Zero's lips as he slid his hand under the waistband of the younger boy's briefs and grasped his hard little cock.

Zero whimpered and spread his legs more as his older boyfriend squeezed and gently jacked his cock. Stanley pushed down his foreskin and gently caressed the moist and sticky head of Zero's cock with his thumb.

The sharp, cheesy smell of Zero's ripe dick cheese filled the air between them and excited Stanley even more. He brought his hand to his face and sniffed the surprisingly powerful scent off his thumb and forefinger.

"Dude, your cock smells so good," Stanley said. Zero grabbed Stanley' hand and smelled for himself.

"Not as good as yours does," Zero said.

"You like smelling my nuts, huh?"

"Uh-huh," Zero said and nodded,

"I like smelling your little asshole," Stanley whispered in Zero's ear and then nuzzled the boy's neck.

"I know," Zero said and giggled as Stanley playfully gnawed on his neck while making loud chomping sounds. "That tickles!" Zero exclaimed and squealed in delight.

Stanley laughed and released him and Zero turned around and knelt in front of Stanley. He snatched open Stanley's jumpsuit the way Stanley had opened his, and then leaned down and started licking and sniffing Stanley's hard cock through his cum stained briefs.

The entire front of Stanley's underwear was crusty with the load he had shot off in them when he had been sniffing Zero's undies and dry humping his bed the night before.

"Mm, you cummed in your underwear, huh?" Zero asked as he licked.

"Yep, thinking about you," he replied. He leaned back and watched as Zero kissed the length of his hard shaft and licked the head of his cock through the yellowish cloth, pausing to suck on the stain where Stanley's splooge was partially reconstituted with sweat. It was no surprise to Stanley that he could also smell heady, acrid scent of the day old cum stain.

"You should have saved it for me," Zero said.

"I couldn't help it," Stanley admitted and grinned. "And there's more where that came from."

Zero nuzzled his balls and licked his sweaty crotch along the loose leg band of his briefs, sniffing Stanley's nuts through the smelly cloth. He knew Zero wanted to lick his balls.

Zero sat up as Stanley leaned forward and, with some maneuvering, both boys wriggled out of their jumpsuits and spread them out on the floor with the snap sides down. Stanley pulled off his briefs and let Zero crawl between his legs again. He closed his eyes and put his head back against the side of the boat as Zero grasped his nuts and started licking them.

"Ahh, that feels so good," he groaned as he felt Zero's little tongue lapping at his nuts and then his cock. He opened his eyes and watched Zero lick the sensitive head of his swollen meat and then take it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

Zero was giving him a blow job and it felt awesome, but didn't want to cum too soon. "Hold up, dude," he said and ruffled Zero's hair. The boy looked up at him and grinned.

Stanley leaned forward and kissed Zero passionately and then continued moving forward as he laid the younger boy down on the pallet they had made with their jumpsuits. Crouching on all fours over the boy, he leaned down and kissed his chest, briefly tonguing each nipple before kissing across Zero' belly to the waistband of his briefs.

He mouthed Zero's hard cock through his undies, pausing to inhale the rich fragrances there before lifting one of the little dude's legs and shoving his knee towards his chest. Zero crooked his elbow behind one knee and held his left leg up while his right leg splayed to the side.

The hot tang of Zero's asshole had already reached Stanley's nostrils before he got his face next to Zero's ass and sniffed his little boyfriend's hole through the back of his briefs. He could see the faintest hint of a long tan streak in the seat of Zero's undies along the boy's crack where a new batch of ripened boybutter had made its mark.

"Mm, that's a hot little smell, Zee," Stanley breathed between sniffs. "Fuckin' hot little asshole!" He reached behind the boy, grasped the waistband of his undies and pulled them down so he could see his young boyfriend's funky pucker. Zero's moist boyhole was sticky with hot boybutter and ripe with fresh boyscent.

"Uhnn," Zero whimpered as Stanley licked his hole. He felt his pucker wink in response to Stanley's flickering tongue. He knew his older boyfriend was going to fuck him after licking his tight asshole and he could hardly wait. He desperately wanted to feel Stanley's cock inside him again. Stanley licked Zero's asshole clean before stripping the boy's undies the rest of the way off.

"Where's that lube?" Stanley asked and began searching around for it. He bumped his head on the low ceiling of their burrow causing fine dust to sift in through the cracks. Even on his knees he couldn't stand fully upright.

"Over there," said Zero pointing and Stanley found it in the dust beside his discarded underwear. He grabbed it and tore open the packet. He gently lubed Zero's hole, and then carefully inserted first one finger and then two.

He slowly drew them in and out as Zero's tight pucker flexed and squeezed his fingers. Zero whimpered as Stanley fingered him and then quickly squirmed into position underneath the older boy as Stanley mounted him.

Stanley eased his cock into Zero's ass, withdrawing and slowly advancing until at last his cock was in all the way. Zero accommodated his cock much easier this time but he still winced and whimpered at first as Stanley leaned forward and let his cock slide all the way into him.

"You ok?" Stanley asked quietly and held still. Zero nodded and put his feet against the ceiling as Stanley slowly started to move. His cock had softened almost completely as Stanley entered him.

"Oh," Zero exhaled as Stanley slowly humped him.

"You like my cock?"

"Ah, yeah!" Zero grunted and began shoving his ass upward to receive Stanley's thrusts, using the leverage he gained with his feet against the bottom of the boat. The younger boy's cock was boning up again now, so he held onto Stanley with one hand and jacked himself with the other.

Stanley started fucking him harder and leaned down for another kiss. He knew it wouldn't be long before he came and he didn't want it to be over too soon, so he suddenly stopped moving. Zero kept humping at first but then he stopped too and they just gazed into each other's eyes for a moment.

"I love you," Stanley said earnestly.

"I love you too," Zero said and smiled. He was sure he had finally found someone who truly loved him and would never leave him.

When Stanley started humping Zero's ass again, he quickly reached the point of no return.

"Ahh...yeah...uhhnn..." he grunted and moaned as he came in his boyfriend's hot ass. Zero answered with his own soft grunting as he came too, furiously jacking his little cock. Zero shot his load all over his own chest and belly while Stanley planted his load deep in Zero's ass.

Afterwards, Stanley eased out and licked the boy cum off of Zero's chest and belly. He even squeezed Zero's cock and lapped up the last of the boy's load straight from the tip. Then he lay beside Zero, lovingly touching his face and giving him little kisses.

Outside, the mid-afternoon sun slowly crept toward the west as the makeshift burrow shaded the boys through the hottest part of the day and kept them reasonably cool. Stanley lay on his back with his arm around Zero who rested his head on the older boy's shoulder.

"We have to get back to camp," Stanley said after they had rested for an hour or so.

"No, I'm not going back," Zero said faintly, his voice weak and raspy again as the effects of the sploosh wore off. Stanley's mouth was parched again too and he worried that the alcohol in the sploosh might actually contribute to their dehydration.

"Then we rest here until morning and head to the mountains before it gets too hot. We have to find water soon, Zee."

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CHAPTER FOUR: ZERO SUM GAME

Back at Camp Green Lake, Squid was watching Magnet and Twitch playing pool in the Wreck Room and feeling the sting of jealousy. First it was Stanley and now it was his own best friend who was giving a lot of attention to the new kid. Twitch was a cute 13-year-old, blond boy with lively blue eyes and boundless energy who displayed a bubbly personality and always seemed to be smiling and laughing.

Squid had heard him crying and sniffling from his bunk last night, though, and it had reminded him of his little brother, Matty. He figured that was the reason he immediately felt a strong urge to befriend and protect him. After all, he had been fucking Matty for over a year before he got arrested and ended up here.

Thinking quickly, Squid suddenly hopped up and announced that he and Twitch would play a game of pool against Magnet and anyone else who wanted to play. X-ray accepted the invitation and the game was on. Squid used the opportunity to subtly confirm his interest in and assert his claim on the cute new kid.

He stayed close to Twitch, coached him attentively to improve his skill at pool, and displayed his affection by frequently putting his arm across the boy's shoulders, sitting close to him and slapping his cute ass when he made a good shot. The signals weren't lost on Magnet who had also been making a play for the new kid's attention.

"I like you, bro. You remind me of my little brother. He's about your age and has big blue eyes like you," Squid said in a voice meant only for Twitch to hear while they were waiting for Magnet to complete his turn at the table.

"That's cool. I like you too," Twitch said and grinned, his cheeks blushing. Squid chuckled and ruffled Twitch's hair. He hadn't seen his little brother in nearly two years and figured someone else was probably fucking him by now.

Matty was 12 at the time of his conviction but he had sobbed at the hearing when his older brother was sentenced to two years at Camp Green Lake. The court officials had allowed Squid a few minutes to say goodbye to his family and his mother had hugged him but not very warmly.

He got the feeling that she was somewhat relieved to be rid of him. Matty had hugged him tightly and sobbed against his neck and Squid had whispered "I love you" before the bailiff grasped his arm pulling the boys apart.

"I love you too, Alan," Matty had called after him as he was being led away. Alan was his name in real life; the life he shared with Matty and their drug addicted mom in a trailer park on the southeast side of San Antonio. Matty had been the one thing that made his life bearable there; his devoted little brother and the secret intimacy they shared.

At 14-years-old, Alan gradually came to the realization that he was fascinated by his 10-year-old little brother's secret scent. That unavoidable fact had become clear to him when he found himself sniffing Matty's dirty undies and fantasizing about licking his ripe little asshole.

Nothing made him cum harder than when he beat off while sniffing Matty's skid stained boxer-briefs. Before long, he was thinking about fucking his hot little brother and blasting a load up his tight little ass. As the boys grew a year older, Alan became determined to make his fantasies come true.

One night as they were tumbling and wrestling together before bed, Alan pinned Matty down on the bed and took a good, long sniff of the kid's ass. Matty giggled and struggled playfully but Alan used his superior strength and weight to hold him down.

The older boy experienced a shocking surge of excitement and lust when he got a good whiff of the hot, intoxicating smell of Matty's funky asshole through the back of the kid's plaid pajama bottoms.

"Hold still, bro," Alan said as Matty struggled.

"Quit, smelling my butt!" Matty exclaimed and kicked his legs as he tried to roll over.

"Shut up, man!" Alan commanded and loosened his grip but, as Matty tried to wriggle free, he snatched his pajama bottoms and underwear down. This time, Alan pinned the younger boy with one knee between his shoulder blades.

He shoved Matty's jammies and undies down to his ankles and pulled them off, then held his legs down with a strong grip on the back of each knee.

"Ow, stop it!" Matty protested but Alan shoved his legs apart, leaned forward and started sniffing the boy's ass for real. Matty wasn't giggling anymore and was now earnestly struggling to get away. He even started whimpering like he was about to cry.

"Hey dude, just chill out!"

"No way, dumbass! I'm telling mom," Matty warned and continued trying to free himself, but he was no match for his big brother's strength and determination.

"I'll let you play with my Xbox as much as you want all weekend," Alan promised.

"For real? Even Halo?" Matty asked and lay still.

"Yeah, even Halo," Alan assured him.

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise. Now shut up and be still," Alan snapped and let go of Matty's legs to free his hands. He grasped his little brother's ass cheeks and gently pulled them apart so he could see the kid's butthole.

The sharp, tangy smell of ripe boyscent quickly filled the air around the boys as Alan leaned down and took a long sniff. Matty lay still while his big brother sniffed his asshole. He could smell his own scent in the air and he felt ashamed and excited at the same time.

"Ooh," Matty cooed quietly when Alan licked his asshole. He hadn't expected the peculiar sensation. He giggled because he thought it was funny that his big brother was sniffing and licking his smelly butthole.

"Mmm, your little asshole is getting my dick hard," Alan mumbled between licks. He had become instantly intoxicated with the powerful, boyish scent like stinky cheese, balsamic vinegar and soccer practice; the smell of an active 11-year-old boy.

Matty started struggling again after that comment, frightened by visions of his older brother screwing him. Alan licked the kid's tight asshole a few more times and then released him.

"That was queer, dude," Matty said as he scrambled off the bed.

"Nah man, I just love my little bro," Alan said and laughed. "Besides, your dick is hard too."

"It is not!" Matty protested, but it was. His dick had grown fully hard while his big brother was licking his ass, but it was quickly shrinking now. He grabbed his undies and pajama bottoms and got dressed.

Alan was worried that Matty might be freaked out and tell on him, but that night they stayed up late and played video games on Alan's Xbox, and when they finally turned off the lights, Matty climbed into bed with him.

Alan had fucked his little brother that night and many nights after that over the next several months leading up to his arrest and incarceration for assaulting a police officer. Matty wasn't always cooperative but most of the time he liked being dominated by his big brother.

Alan had always been an aggressive bully and Matty had never been exempt from his brother's overbearing nature. Even so, Matty knew that his brother loved him because he was fiercely protective over him and would never let anyone hurt him.

Sure, Alan had dated a couple of girls and he even had a girlfriend at the time of his arrest, but it was always his little brother Matty who really excited him.

# # #

Late that night, back at Camp Green Lake, Twitch crept quietly out of bed and moved silently among his sleeping companions until he came to Squid's bunk. He shivered from nervousness as much as from the cold as he touched the 16-year-old's shoulder and gently nudged him. Squid did not awaken at once so Twitch shook him again. This time the older boy awoke and rubbed his eyes sleepily.

"Twitch? What is it, man?" Squid whispered and propped up on one elbow to look at the cute, blond kid, standing there shivering in his briefs.

"C-can I sleep with you?" the boy whispered, his teeth chattering.

Squid didn't answer immediately. He glanced around the room at his sleeping companions as he considered what to do. He had been in juvenile detention and here at Camp Green Lake long enough to know that boys pairing off in couples was typically tolerated by the detention staff and, in some cases, even encouraged.

As long as the boys were discreet and there was no fighting, brutality or other shenanigans, the staff would look the other way. Inmates generally kept quiet about it too but he knew there could be serious repercussions if he let Twitch get into bed with him.

"Please," the lonely 13-year-old pleaded. Squid looked past Twitch toward Magnet's bunk and saw his friend watching. They briefly made eye contact and Magnet shook his head with a grave look on his face. It was either a threat or a warning; Squid wasn't sure which, but he had to make a decision.

"Sure, why not?" he said and lifted up the cover. Twitch eagerly climbed into bed with the teenager and snuggled against him at once.

"I'm freezing," he said as he nuzzled Squid's chest, thawing his cold nose against the older boy's warm skin. Squid embraced the boy and briskly rubbed his skinny arms to warm them. He cupped Twitch's cold hands into his own and blew the warmth of his breath into them.

"I'll keep you warm," he said quietly. Twitch reminded him of his little brother too much to leave him out in the cold.

"I'll keep you warm, too," Twitch whispered. He grasped Squid's hard cock through his underwear and kissed the older boy's neck. Squid reached down and squeezed Twitch's hot little ass, pulled the younger boy closer to him and kissed him hungrily. Twitch whimpered quietly as the teenager kissed him deeply, now laying halfway on top of him, dominating him.

Squid reached down and slid his hand under the front of Twitch's underwear, groping the kid's hard cock for a moment before reaching further between his outspread legs. They weren't kissing now but their lips were nearly touching and Squid was breathing hard onto the younger boy's face.

"You're a horny lil fucker, ain't you?" Squid whispered in his charming Texas accent as he touched the boy's moist and sticky asshole. Twitch nodded his head in a silent response and drew one knee toward Squid's hips to give the teenager better access to his boyhole. His asshole twitched involuntarily against Squid's probing fingers.

"Mmm," Twitch moaned when Squid gently pushed the tip of one finger inside him. His ass was tight but Squid could tell from Twitch's reactions that he had been fucked before. Squid would find out later that it was Twitch's uncle who had taught the kid all about how to steal cars and who had been pounding his tight ass since he was 11 years old.

Squid brought his fingers to his nose to conduct the final litmus test he needed to complete before he could wholeheartedly proceed with this little arrangement.

The sweet and sour tang and ripe, cheesy scent of Twitch's funky 13-year-old asshole flooded the teenager's brain, triggering all the right pheromone receptors and registering his little boyfriend's unique scent signature in a permanent mental file. The pungent, boyish scent was a lot like Matty's but still very different nonetheless.

"Your little ass is mine now," Squid said and laid down again, still sniffing his fingers.

"K," Twitch agreed and smiled. He snuggled against Squid, pleased that the teenager had approved of his scent.

Magnet rolled over and put his back to the newly formed couple and tried not to listen to their whispering.

# # # #

Stanley awakened while it was still dark and frosty and did not immediately remember where he was. His mouth was dry and his body felt weak and stiff as the heaviness of slumber clung to him and made it hard for him to think.

Within a few seconds though, full knowledge of where he was and the importance of his mission returned to the forefront of his consciousness. He was here to help Zero and they urgently needed to get to the mountains and find water!

His little boyfriend was snuggled next to him and sleeping with his head on Stanley's shoulder. They had both put their jumpsuits back on last night and huddled together against the cold and Stanley had done his best to keep Zero warm. He touched the younger boy's face and shook him gently. His heart fluttered in fright when Zero did not immediately respond.

"Zee? Wake up!" Stanley exclaimed and patted Zero on the side of his face. He tried to speak loudly but his voice croaked in his dry throat. Relief washed over him when Zero opened his eyes and smiled weakly. Stanley kissed him on the forehead and hugged him tightly.

"My stomach hurts," Zero complained with a raspy voice.

"C'mon lil dude," Stanley said. "We need to get moving before it gets too hot."

Stanley put four of the unbroken jars in the burlap sack, in case they might be able to use them and the boys crawled out from their shelter under the old boat and looked to the west toward the mountains as the rising sun was beginning to brighten the sky.

In the silhouette of the mountain peaks, Stanley could see one with a tall rock formation on top that looked like a gigantic thumb sticking up. Stanley's instinct was to take Zero back to camp but the kid had insisted that he would rather die out here than go back.

As they stood gazing into the distance, Zero suddenly groaned. He grabbed his stomach and bent over.

"Are you all right?" Stanley asked, alarmed.

Zero dropped to the ground and lay on his side with his knees pulled up to his chest and continued to groan. Stanley knelt beside him and tried to comfort him but could only watch helplessly. He figured it must be the sploosh.

He looked back toward Camp Green Lake and thought that if Zero passed out he would just carry him back whether he wanted to go or not, but Zero stopped moaning, and his body slowly unbent. He finally managed to sit up with Stanley's help and he took several deep breaths.

"Look at that mountain up there. What does it look like to you?" Stanley asked and pointed into the distance.

Zero said nothing, but as he looked at the mountain, his right hand slowly formed into a fist. He raised his thumb. His eyes went from the mountain to his hand, then back to the mountain.

"Yep, that's where we're headed," Stanley announced as he helped Zero to his feet. Steeling himself for the journey, he hung the burlap sack over his shoulder and handed Zero the shovel. He hung his empty canteen around his neck.

"I should warn you," Stanley said, knowing they were setting out on a journey that involved much more than a trek to the mountains. "I'm not exactly the luckiest guy in the world."

Zero wasn't worried. "When you spend your whole life living in a hole," he said, "the only way you can go is up."

They gave each other the thumbs up sign, then headed out. They walked for hours as the sun grew brighter and hotter and Zero trudged on weakly while Stanley spelled words aloud for Zero to sound out.

The game distracted them both from the heat and thirst of the journey, and helped them continue on through the hottest part of the day but when they finally passed into the long shadow of the Big Thumb and began to climb the foot of the mountain, Zero had another attack.

He fell to the ground and began to roll down the slope but Stanley dashed to his rescue and grabbed him by one arm before he tumbled too far.

Zero had passed out this time but Stanley was determined to get him up the mountain and find a spring or a stream before nightfall. Although he was exhausted and weak from hunger and thirst himself, he was able to carry the smaller boy over his right shoulder for the rest of the arduous journey, motivated by his love for him and his determination to rescue him.

He left the shovel and jars behind and climbed the slope, somehow finding the strength from deep inside himself to keep going.

Just as the last light of day was fading, Stanley reached a high mountain meadow where a tiny stream trickled into a small pool surrounded by weeds and grass and many colorful flowers. A small and partially collapsed shack stood near the pool.

The Big Thumb rock towered over the grassy meadow but no longer looked like a thumb from here. In fact, Stanley thought it looked like a gigantic sculpture of Zero's hard little uncut cock. He giggled deliriously at the thought.

It was here in the grassy meadow that Stanley brought Zero back to health by giving him water and feeding him wild onions and berries he gathered in the meadow.

They slept in the shack, huddling together in the cold, wrapped in some dusty blankets Stanley found in an old trunk there. Within a few days, the boys were laughing and playing and fucking again, running naked and chasing each other through the meadow like two satyrs in ancient Greece with their cocks hard and their little assholes ripe with their pungent scent.

Of course, they knew they would have to leave the meadow soon but, for now, it was their paradise.

On the fifth night in their mountain refuge, Zero awakened and listened to Stanley's slow, even breathing as he slept quietly beside him. There was a definite chill in the air but the nights had been somewhat warmer here in the little cabin than they had expected. Stanley had made a warm bed for them by piling three blankets on the floor and leaving two for cover.

Tonight, the boys had gone to sleep snuggled together naked and content after making love. Stanley had given Zero a long, slow dicking but Zero was still horny and had something else on his mind now. He sat up and eased the blanket off of Stanley and gazed at the teenager's muscular form as he lay there sleeping on his side.

Illuminated by moonlight shining through holes in the roof and walls of the old shack, Zero thought Stanley's stark white ass glowed like a full moon. He grinned to himself at the thought and then leaned down to sniff his sleeping companion.

Zero inhaled the sharp, sweaty scent that radiated from the 14-year-old's asshole, with his sensitive little nose nearly touching Stanley's crack. He couldn't see Stanley's moist pucker but he could definitely smell the pungent tang of hot boyhole mixed with the salty, yeasty aroma of the teenager's cock and balls.

Stanley stirred and rolled onto his belly as Zero sniffed his ass. His little boyfriend's movements hadn't awakened him initially but the tickle of Zero's breath on his crack had brought him to partial consciousness. Now he spread his legs further apart as he felt the younger boy's probing tongue licking his asshole.

"Mmm," Zero and Stanley moaned quietly together.

Zero licked his boyfriend's tight hole quickly but thoroughly before crawling up to mount the older boy. Stanley came to full wakefulness in a snap when Zero climbed onto him and he raised his head and looked around at the horny little dude.

"Are you gonna fuck me?" Stanley asked, arching his back and raising his hindquarters receptively.

"Yeah," Zero replied and giggled as he dry humped Stanley's ass, his hard cock jabbing at the older boy's crack but had not yet found its mark. Propping on one hand, Zero reached down with the other to guide his hard cock to Stanley's spit lubed asshole.

"Oh yeah, Zee! That's it," Stanley breathed as Zero entered him. Zero exhaled loudly as he excitedly pressed his hips forward, sliding his hard cock in as far as it would go and then started humping.

Zero had never fucked anyone before. He had always been on the receiving end of older boy's cocks, but now he was eagerly topping his older boyfriend. Stanley's tight ass felt so good on his rock hard little bone that he already felt like he was about to cum after only a few strokes.

The older boy moaned and clenched the blanket with both fists. This was only his second time getting fucked but he loved feeling Zero's dick pistoning inside his horny hole.

"You like that cock? Huh?" Zero demanded as he fucked, the muscles of his back and legs flexing with the exertion of his movements. Zero recalled how Jarod had asked him that once while he was fucking him hard one night in their basement hideout at the City Shelter.

"Fuck yeah! Ahh!" Stanley replied as Zero continued vigorously fucking him.

"Ooh!"

"Mmm, fuck me, bro!" Stanley grunted.

"Uhhnn, ahhh!" Zero grunted as he came.

Zero had a powerful boygasm, humping fast and hard as he spurted his hot little load. He slowed to a stop and paused, breathing heavily as his cock and his own sweaty asshole twitched and flexed while the last of his spunk drained into Stanley's ass.

When Zero withdrew and rolled over onto his back, Stanley did the same, and they lay next to each other gazing up at the stars through the holes in the shed roof. They were still and quiet for a few minutes and then Stanley pulled the blankets up and they snuggled and talked for a long time.

Zero told Stanley about his mom abandoning him and that his real name was Hector Zeroni. It was here that Zero confessed to Stanley that he had stolen the famous shoes that had caused Stanley to be incarcerated at Camp Green Lake.

Stanley assured Zero that he wasn't angry about coming to Camp Green Lake. In fact, he explained that he was glad he'd come here and found Zero. He shared the old legends his grandfather had told him about his great, great grandfather, Kissing Kate Barlow and the curse on his family.

He also told the younger boy about his plan to return to Camp Green Lake and find the buried treasure in the hole where he'd found the lipstick case. Afterwards, they were quiet for a while, gazing up at the stars until Zero spoke again.

"Do you like girls?" Zero asked. Stanley considered his answer for several long moments.

"Sometimes. But I like you better," he said and pulled Zero to him for a kiss. Stanley could smell the tang of his own ass on Zero's lips.

"Me too," Zero said between kisses.

# # #

Meanwhile, at Camp Green Lake, Squid and Twitch were snuggled in bed and quietly making out while everyone else in D Tent was asleep. It had been five days since Squid had let Twitch climb into bed with him despite the objections of his best friend Magnet.

The move had caused some serious tension between Squid and Magnet since both boys had been angling to get a piece of the cute new boy's ass, but Twitch had chosen Squid and the victorious teenager had staked his claim.

Since that night, Squid had been trying to find a way to fuck his new little boyfriend but all he'd really been able to manage was some frustrated dry humping, a lot of sniff-groping and the half-ass hand job the kid had given him three nights ago.

There was never enough privacy for anything more and Travis had been no help since the Warden and Mr. Sir had cracked down on all the rules after Zero and Stanley escaped.

"Shit man, I wanna fuck," Squid whispered urgently in Twitch's ear and then kissed the younger boy's neck. Once again, his hand found its way into the back of Twitch's undies and he carefully eased his finger into the kid's slick and funky little boyhole while they were making out.

"Me too," Twitch whined quietly and squirmed his ass as the horny teenager firmly finger fucked him. He was squeezing and stroking Squid's hard cock through the older boy's briefs.

"Fuck it!" Squid said, suddenly withdrawing his finger and throwing off the blanket. He'd had enough foreplay and he couldn't hold out any longer.

Twitch whimpered quietly as Squid rolled him onto his belly and snatched his undies down. The sudden movements and rustling around would probably awaken the others but Squid didn't care.

He stripped his 13-year-old boyfriend's briefs off and, within seconds, he was sniffing and licking the kid's hot asshole. Twitch arched his back and raised his ass as Squid's tongue lapped at his horny hole just like Matty would always do.

Magnet watched as Squid ate Twitch's sweet little asshole, and he could smell the alluring tang of the kid's scent in the chilly air all the way from his nearby bunk. He jacked his own hard cock as he watched Squid licking the boypussy he had been trying to get for himself. Soon Squid got up and stripped off his boxers before mounting the kid and shoving his hard cock up the boy's ass.

"Oh fuck, uhhnn," Twitch grunted and groaned as the 16-year-old's cock finally found its way into his horny ass. He had been craving Squid's cock and was so ready to receive it that the teenager's eager entry was far less painful than he had expected it to be. Besides, he was accustomed to the much larger cock of his 42-year-old uncle.

"Mmm, yeah. Tight little ass," Squid muttered and immediately started fucking.

"Ohh, ahhh..." was all Twitch could manage as Squid began pounding his ass. The unmistakable sounds of boys fucking filled D Tent and awakened the others. Most of them stayed still and pretended to be sleeping but a few boys peeked to see it happening. Magnet and Zigzag, discreetly jacked their cocks as they watched.

"Oh, fuck yeah, bitch! Gonna cum in your faggot ass," Squid warned. He screwed Twitch hard and fast and found himself quickly approaching orgasm. Maybe he'd take it slow and easy next time, but this time his need was too urgent. This time he rape-fucked Twitch in the aggressive way he had sometimes dominated his little brother.

"Ohh...Alan..." Twitch groaned, unexpectedly using Squid's real name. In that moment, Squid thought that even Twitch's voice sounded like Matty's.

"Ahhh...ummm...ohhh, shit!" Squid grunted and humped Twitch's tight ass as he came. The bunk knocked and squeaked with his thrusts as he planted his seed inside the younger boy. Both boys were panting and moaning, their warm breath puffing visibly in the frosty air.

Finally, Squid stopped humping but he kept grinding his twitching cock balls-deep in Twitch's ass until he was satisfied that he'd delivered his entire load. Twitch lay underneath him still squirming his hot little ass on Squid's cock and dry humping the mattress. Squid hadn't lasted long and the kid obviously needed more dick.

When Squid pulled his cock out and stood up beside the bunk to pull his briefs back on, he and Magnet made eye contact. Squid paused for an instant and then with a quick motion of his head, invited Magnet to fuck Twitch, and the horny teenager didn't hesitate. Grinning widely, he hopped up and stripped off his undies.

"My turn lil dude," Magnet hissed as he mounted Twitch and roughly held him down on the bed, kneed his legs further apart and shoved his cock in the kid's juicy asshole. Squid retrieved Twitch's briefs and sat on the edge of Magnet's bunk sniffing them while he watched the kid getting fucked again.

Already fully hard again, he jacked his cock as he smelled Twitch's hot boyhole from his dirty undies and watched Magnet screw him. Magnet fucked twitch hard and steady and it didn't take him long to cum either.

"Oh fuck yeah!" he breathed as he shot off, pounding Twitch's well-fucked asshole and causing the rhythmic knocking of the bunk to briefly become faster and louder until Magnet stopped humping.

"Ohh...yeah man...mmm..." Twitch moaned as he received another hot load in his ass.

"Ahhh, yeah!" the older teenager said louder than he had intended. He ground to a stop and then gave Twitch three or four slow, deep thrusts as his cock drained the last of his load into the younger boy.

Zigzag stood up next, already free of his underwear with his hard cock in hand, and stepped towards Squid's bunk. Squid intercepted him at once.

"Nah, man. Just me and Magnet, bro," he said decisively. Zigzag stood his ground and stared into Squid's eyes as he considered challenging him for a piece of Twitch's hot ass. There was a long tense pause but Squid didn't back down. "I said forget it, man."

"Alright, alright! That's cool bro," Zigzag replied and stepped back. Beside them, Magnet pulled his cock out of Twitch's ass and got up. He and Squid bumped fists in mutual celebration and renewed friendship as Zigzag angrily returned to his own bunk.

Soon D Tent was quiet once again and Squid and Twitch were snuggling quietly in their bunk. Everyone else was either sleeping or pretending to be as the smell of fresh-fucked boyass and rutting teenagers still hung in the air.

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Stanley and Zero left their mountain hideout after spending eight days there. Both had fully recovered from exhaustion and dehydration but they knew they couldn't stay there forever. It was time to return to Camp Green Lake and carry out Stanley's plan to find the treasure and escape this place for good.

They filled the jars and Stanley's canteen with water, gathered the last of the onions and berries, and packed two of the old blankets.

Stanley retrieved the shovel and joined Zero at the head of the trail that led down the mountainside. He put his arm across the younger boy's shoulders as they stood together and looked out over the meadow that had been their refuge for more than a week.

The stream and pool had saved their lives and the old shack had been their shelter. They had fucked each other here and made their plans for the future. Now they just had to go make it happen.

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EPILOGUE

The details about how the boys accomplished their plans are recorded in the very fine novel and movie that inspired this untold and "reimagined" story about the love between Zero and Stanley and the other Camp Green Lake boys.

Did they live happily ever after?

Well, Zero and Stanley found the buried treasure when they got back to Camp Green Lake and, as fortune would have it, it was on the same day that the State of Texas began proceedings to close the facility.

An ongoing investigation had uncovered numerous violations and criminal actions by the Warden and Mr. Sir who would almost certainly go to prison. Stanley and Zero were the first two boys to be removed from the camp, but all of them were soon released with their sentences considered served.

Stanley's mom and dad agreed to have Zero placed in their home as a foster child and Stanley was more than happy to share his room (and his bed) with his new little brother. The Yelnats family split the wealth of the treasure with Zero.

Zero used some of the money to find his mom. She had overcome many of the problems that had plagued her for years and she had been desperately searching for her son. When she returned to claim him, she and Zero moved into a house next to Stanley's.

The boys went back to school where Zero played baseball and Stanley excelled in math and science. They were exclusive boyfriends throughout Zero's junior high years and then they both started developing more interest in girls. The interest had always been there for both of them, but it had been on hold during their intense boyhood romance.

By the time Stanley graduated from high school and Zero was a sophomore, they both had girlfriends but they were still secretly fucking occasionally.

In high school, Zero began pursuing a career as a rap artist and recorded several songs at a local studio. One of them was based on an old chain-gang song they used to sing at Camp Green Lake while they were digging.

He first came up with it when he and Stanley were lying in bed late one night after making love in Stanley's room. He improvised the rap and he and Stanley gleefully sang the familiar chain-gang chorus together. It was called "Dig It" and it went something like this:

Your hands may blister, your muscles stay sore (oh yeah). You wanna break? Knock on the warden's door (oh yeah). Wake up in the mornin' before the sun, keep diggin' that hole till the day is done.

Dig it uh oh oh, dig it. Dig it uh oh oh, (yeah). Dig it uh oh oh, dig it. Dig it uh oh oh, (yeah).

You gotta go dig those holes. You gotta go dig those holes.

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THE END