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Chapter 108 ended
As their orgasms eased down, the two collapsed onto the bed and lay still head to toe beside each other panting; such was the exertion they had put into their orgasms. After a few minutes, J asked Gar if he would like another beer and Gar accepted the offer. J got up off the bed to get the drinks and nearly shot through the ceiling.
Chapter 109
"What the fuck are you doing here?" J demanded, sounding very angry. Scowling at three pairs of eyes in shocked faces which were now beginning to show some fear.
"Sorry J, the talent show was very boring and so we came here to ask if we could do something with you." One of the pair of eyes told him.
"How long have you been watching us?" J asked sternly.
"We only got here right at the end when you pushed hard against Gar's face." Another pair of eyes owner answered.
"But you were supposed to be doing an act with the other three." Gar said as he had now sat up on the bed and was looking at the three brothers.
"We did that long ago. We only left after we had done our thing." Simon told him.
"How did it go?" Gar asked
"I think it was ok. The audience clapped and whistled for a long time, so I guess they liked it." Stephen said.
"It was better than most of the other crap things we had to watch before we left." Stuart admitted.
"Are you cross with us?" Simon asked.
"No. I just got such a shock when I saw you because I hadn't heard you come in." J answered.
The three brother's faces broke into mischievous grins and then Stuart asked, "Is putting your finger up the bum nice? Is that what fucking is?"
"Yes and no." Gar answered. "It is nice and it is not fucking."
"Look, enough with the questions. It will be getting close to the prize giving and you should be there for that, just in case you guys won." J said.
"Will you come with us, please?" Stephen begged.
"Don't you get a whole lot of shit on your fingers when you do that thing in the bums?" Simon asked before J or Gar could answer Stephen's request.
"You make sure you and your partner are clean before you start." Gar answered.
"We will have to think about coming with you. Go outside and wait in the dorm while Gar and I discuss it." J said in answer to Stephen's question. The three boys turned to file out of the room, but before they had got moving, Gar stopped them for a moment and asked, "How come you twins have been circumcised and Simon has not?"
"Our father is Jewish and he insisted on it when we were babies, but he had left us and mom when Simon was born and she did not want to have him done." Stuart answered.
"Well at least that is what our mother has told us." Stephen added.
"Ok, thanks for telling us. Now off you go." Gar, got them moving again.
Once they were alone again, J said, "I guess we should go and see if any of our darlings win a prize. We will have to leave the drink till later if you're ok with that?"
"Yeah. I guess so. Come let's get dressed and take the ruffians back to the theatre." Gar agreed.
J and Gar got their clothes on and then told the three brothers to wait while they went and washed their hands and faces. When they returned to the boys it was to find them with their trousers down and Simon sucking on both the twins' cocks at the same time.
"Ok boys, put them away and get dressed. You will have to leave that for another time now." Gar told them.
"Do we have to?" Stephen pleaded, with none of them making any moves towards obeying their dorm master.
"Yes, and you must do it right now, or else we will do it for you and if your cocks get caught in the zip too bad." J backed up Gar's orders.
The boys realised they had no option and so reluctantly they pulled their cocks from their little brother's mouth and began to pull their pants up. Simon who was still clothed came over to J and Gar and placing a hand on each of their fronts, he gave their cocks a rub.
"No, thank you, we'll have none of that right now, young man!" J told him as he took the boy by his shoulders and turned him around to face away from the two leaders.
By this time the two brothers had got their pants done up and the five of them set off to go to the theatre. When they arrived they heard before they saw that the show had ended and the prize giving was about to start.
"Made it just in time." J said as they filed through the curtain into the auditorium. As they moved down the aisle looking for some vacant seats they came across the other half of the sextet and saw that there were some empty seats where they were sitting and so they moved in with them. There were not enough seats and J suggested that one of the boys could sit on his lap. Michael moved quickly and soon was sitting on J's legs with his legs either side of J's so that his crotch was wide open. J placed his arms around Michael's body and then rested his hands in Michael's lap, but did not touch his cock or anything like that. The lights in the auditorium were on and J did not want to risk anyone seeing and being able to raise an alarm on J. Michael on the other hand was prepared to throw caution to the wind and he tried to nudge J's hand up onto his cock; but was unsuccessful.
The house lights dimmed a little, but not enough to hide anything, and the prize giving got started with Spiro coming out onto the stage and telling the campers how this had been the best talent show ever and suddenly J remembered that he had heard those exact same words from the same mouth on his second camp, when Spiro had taken over the managing of the Delta campus. He decided he would have to tell Spiro if he got the opportunity to mention it without any others hearing him. The six boys won the prize for the best male group act. As the six went up to the stage to collect their prize, J and Gar stood up clapping and whistling and then Gar shouted out, "Those are my boys!" Stephen turned around and looked to shrivel at the same time and blushed. Gar and J burst out laughing. When the six got up onto the stage the whole room broke out into spontaneous applause. This surprised the two dorm leaders because there had not been such applause for any of the other prize winners so far. J leaned over and whispered to Gar, "Their act must have been good." He would have said more, but as the boys held up their trophy and the little personal prizes each would get to keep, the audience started calling for the act to be done again. Spiro picked up on this and held up a hand to ask for a bit of quiet. When the audience had calmed down, he turned to the six and asked them to repeat their act again as it was so good. The boys indicated they would and ran off the stage to go behind the curtains to get ready.
The audience became completely silent and then a whistling started and the six boys side shuffled out of the wings to centre stage, as the first bars of "Whistle while you work" reached the ears of all present. But what was the best was that the boys had drawn faces on their tummies with their belly buttons being their mouths with fat red lip-sticked lips around them shaped to look like whistling mouths, and then their nipples were the black pupils of their eyes and their areolas had been coloured to be the iris with the rest of the eye drawn around it and big bulbous noses between the eyes and the mouth. Their heads and arms were covered with cardboard which had been shaped to look like top hats and at their wastes they had more cardboard fashioned to look like the collars of their shirts with little black bow ties on. Once the boys had reached the middle of the stage, the lone whistler stopped and after a short pause they started to twist their bellies a bit like a belly dancer and then all six of them began to whistle the Roger Whitaker song "The Whistler." As they came to the end of the song, the boys sidled side ways off into the wings and the audience exploded into applause once more. J and Gar were very proud and even though they had had no input into the act save to find the cardboard the boys had needed. The art and craft leaders had helped them to develop their costumes and the boys had somehow sneaked off to practice without J and Gar noticing. Mainly because they had got the help of some of the other activity leaders who had got them excused from some activities and given them the place and help they needed. But still the six boys had come up with the idea and worked it out themselves and then gone for help.
As the noise died down, Spiro was back on the stage and he announced, "Although we have given all the awards for the talent show tonight, there is one more award we need to make. This is a special award which has just been decided upon today because we have some exceptional circumstances this camp." He paused to make sure that everyone was listening before he continued to announce what the special award was for.
Ok guys. Or should I say guys and gals. Not sure if there are any gals out there who are reading my story. If you are please write and let me know and what you think about it. What do you think the award is for?
Rick