Date: Mon, 14 Sep 2009 15:00:38 -0300 From: Dave Gabriel Subject: Making Music With Daniel and Jan-3 Hi Guys, Thanks for comments so far. Lots of fun to hear from anyone from any stripes, but would especially love to hear from other Dads like myself. Thanks - Dave 5 days in, and Jan, Daniel and I had established a routine in the cabin. Jan woke up first around 7:00 and did his thing for 15 minutes, and then we slowly rose after hearing him shuffle around. If we didn't wake up, he would gently tap our shoulders and say, "Goede morgen! Don't want to miss breakfast." I had asked Jan to teach us some Dutch and both Daniel and I tried to imitate the words he showed us - it was pretty funny for everyone. Jan got a kick out of it and I liked that because I really liked to see him smile. He was one of those guys who you had to pull a smile out of, but when he smiled it was like a revelation. When we arose now, there was a tacit understanding that we would all have some morning wood and no one made any effort to hide his erection. We all stood up and stretched, and all looked at each other, smiling. Then each of us would head out and take a leak. Daniel cycled through his underoos and enjoyed showing them to us, and we commented with approval. All innocent enough - but very exciting for me at least, and I think for the other guys. It was a heavy way to start the day, because I was already sexually charged by 8 AM, and had to come down from that... Daniel obviously had a crush on Jan - he watched him all the time and was always giggling nervously around him. That was really cute and was not lost on Jan, who seemed to enjoy the fawning attention the boy gave him. On our fourth night there, Daniel and I had arrived first to get ready for bed before Jan, and Daniel set to picking up Jan's tee shirt off the floor and folding it. I said nothing but found it fascinating - and erotic. Then he picked up Jan's running shoes that were in the middle of the room and put them at the foot of his bed. Finally, there were his jogging shorts. Daniel hesitated and looked at me. "Go for it," I said. "I'm sure Jan will appreciate it - he's a little sloppy sometimes, right?" "Yeah," said Daniel smiling. "But that's all right, that's just the way he is." "For sure," I replied. Daniel began to fold Jan's shorts, and right then, Jan descended the stairs in his style, clumsily, practically falling into the room. "Whoa! I'm late you guys - you're already here. I missed you in the bathroom," he said, panting a little. He had caught Daniel off guard, who sat there, holding his jogging shorts. Daniel hesitated, feeling caught and his brow furled. I quickly spoke, casually: "Hey late guy - Daniel was just cleaning up your sloppy clothes!" I turned so Daniel couldn't see me and winked. Jan understood immediately. "Wow. That's great. I know I'm a sloppy guy. Thanks a lot Daniel - that's really nice." He went up to Daniel and put his arm around his shoulder and then with his other hand, ruffled his hair. Daniel stood there frozen and looked straight ahead, beaming. He was overjoyed. It was a delicate, beautiful situation - this was probably his first, or one of his first, big-big crushes, I realized. He had good taste, the boy - Jan was a man's man, and whatever attention he gave Daniel was going to be gratifying, no doubt. The next day I led my first master class on composition in the mess hall. There was a piano and a big black board set up there. It was mandatory that everyone came for the first class, and then after that, it was optional. I hoped to make a good impression on the group, needless to say. It went well. There were younger people there, but I didn't try to dumb it down - I talked about composition, and got into some philosophy, touching on some of my favorite subjects, connecting various disciplines, and trying to keep it interesting. I interspersed with examples on the piano, and kept it spontaneous. I also found my sense of humor, which was great - that's real hit and miss with me in a public-speaking forum - and by the end of it, I could tell I had won over a good percentage of the campers and that I didn't have to worry about a fair amount of them coming back to the next class. On the way out, I ran into Margaret. "Hey Dave! Great class - I think you impressed the troops," she said, smiling warmly. "I'm glad! It felt good." "How's it going down there in your cabin with Jan - and Daniel?" "Good. We're a good bunch - real easy-going. Daniel seems happy, and he never makes a fuss about anything." "I'm so glad. Listen, he came to my office yesterday and told me he didn't bring a bathing suit. His parents didn't pack him one. I talked to his mom last night and she asked if someone couldn't just take him to a store and get him one -it will come out of his account of course. Any chance you're heading into town?" "Yeah, I was going there to get some beer and a couple other things at the pharmacy. Where should we go - there's that Marshall's there, right?" "Exactly. They should have bathing suits. Thanks so much Dave." I ran into Daniel at lunch and told him the deal. "Cool!" he squealed. "We get to go to town!" Everyone at the table chuckled. At 4:00 after the classes were done I found Daniel and we jumped in my old Volvo. We were silent for a while, and I put on some chamber music I had in the car - a disc of the Beaux Arts Trio playing Schubert, one of my favs. "I heard someone playing this at Applewood - the staff group!" Daniel exclaimed. He was right. He was observant, and - I had observed already spying on his ensemble the day before - talented. He played violin in a quartet that was working on the Mozart Piano Quartet in G-Minor. I remember I had played the piano part when I was his age - the joke was a lyric that someone had invented for the opening melody: "Annnn-swer-the tel-e-phone!" Here he was playing it now. His tone was scratchy and small, but his intonation and vibrato were pretty solid to my ears - I never played violin - and more importantly, he had a sense of phrasing. He was getting what the music was about - the storytelling part of the music. "That's right. Schubert. You're good!" I replied to him. He smiled, looking straight ahead. "I heard you playing the Mozart with your group yesterday - you sounded really good, Daniel. I think it'll be a great performance." "Thanks," he said quietly. "I hope I don't get nervous." We pulled into the package store parking lot. I told him about the joke lyrics to the Mozart as we headed inside. I picked up a bottle of Makers Mark and a 12-pack of St. Pauli Girl and we headed to the register, singing in faux-operetic voices, "ANNN-SWER - THE TEL-E-PHONE", careening around, cracking up. Daniel just thought that was too much and he couldn't wait to tell his ensemble mates about the joke. At the register, there was a guy in his 60's with a trucker's cap. I looked behind him and on the wall were various bumper stickers from the last 8 years: "Go home Hilary," "These colors don't run" "Bush Cheney 2000" and the like. "We won this time, you old fuck," I thought to myself, and said to him in an friendly tone, "Afternoon. That'll be it; thanks," placing the booze on the counter. No reply, no glance my way; he just took the stuff and began to ring it up. Fuck him. I couldn't resist. "Don't you think it's time to take down that Swift Boat stuff?" I asked lightly with a smile, referring to the stupid bumper sticker from the Kerry smear more than 4 years ago. Picturing Karl Rove's glib, ugly personage in my head filled me with revulsion. He continued looking down as he placed my items in the bag. "24 dollars and 27 cents," he said gruffly. At least booze was cheaper here. The Makers alone would run me 30 bucks easy in Manhattan. That's the price you pay for civilization. We were out here in the sticks, I was reminded - a typical Northeast situation: Townies on the one hand, with thinly veiled hatred for the city fucks who came in with their faggot music and liberal ways... I paid him and Daniel silently followed behind me, smiling politely. "Say hi to Rush for me!" I said as we left. My heart beat fast. What was my problem - why engage these folk? I always wonder when partisan fury will run out of my blood and be no more for me. Hasn't happened yet. "Was that guy angry?" Tom said back in the car. "Nah...I don't know," I replied. Instantly, I felt stupid for bringing the bad vibe to the table. "He just thinks we're different is all, and he probably is used to something else," I said, rather incoherently. "But you were trying to be friendly with him." "Kinda...at first." "Then you were joking, and he didn't like it," he said, after thinking a moment, twiddling his fingers a little. "Exactly! You're smart, kid! How'd you get so smart?" I ruffled his hair; I couldn't resist. "I just live in New York is all. My parents did all this stuff for Obama." "Right on." Back in the car, we rode again and sat in silence for a while, listening to the Schubert - it was the slow movement of the piano trio in E-flat, with that gorgeous cello melody. "I think this is one of the most beautiful melodies ever written," I said. Daniel said nothing, listening. Then he said, "I wanna do what you do when I'm older." "Yeah?" I said. I was all flattered - completely at the mercy of this kid! "Yeah," he said. "That was so cool today how you could talk about all that stuff too. I wanna learn about writing music like you do. You think I can do it like you some day?" He looked at me, questioningly. "For sure, Daniel. But you'll be your own man - you'll have your own voice. That's what's cool about composing - you get to express who you are." It was pure platitude but I didn't want to weigh him down - I was really psyched that he was inspired by me. We arrived at Marshall's and headed into the boy's department in the basement. The place was all but deserted on an August midweek afternoon - mid-economic slump as well...It wasn't long before we found the bathing suits - there were two racks and they were pretty random, but they went roughly from big and baggy all the way to...Speedo. There was a Speedo logo above the second rack; they were all placed together. "What style do you like?" I asked, although I already knew. Daniel knew too, but didn't want to say. "I'm not sure," he lied, pretending to look at the baggy ones. "I always like Speedo. They sit nice and tight around you and don't weigh you down when you're swimming. You ever had a pair?" "No...my mom got me those baggy ones." I decided to play like Jan and take control a bit. "Here, check 'em out." I picked out one navy blue pair, and one red with white stripes - super gay! I didn't know anything about boys' sizes - my son was still little - and took a guess. The red looked a little small and the blue was a size bigger. They both looked small but that's how those suits run. "Go try one on." He looked at me hesitantly. "No, you don't have to take off your underwear!" I said, smiling. "Just make sure they can get around your waist - that's all they need to do." I walked with him toward the changing rooms and handed him the suits. He entered a changing room on the right and shut the door. After some shuffling around and some muttering under his breath, Daniel said, "Okay. Can you c'mere?" from behind the door. I opened the door and looked at him. He was in the red suit and it was riding up his legs - it was a little too small, but it was hard to tell because he had his underwear on too, and was giving himself a wedgie. He looked a little helpless. "How's it feel?" I asked. "Dunno. Maybe they're not on right." "Lemme help. Mind if I fix it? Your underwear is riding up; it's hard to tell." He said nothing but moved his whole crotch forward a little bit. I reached under the swimsuit and pulled his underwear firmly down so it wasn't bunched up. "Better?" "Yeah," he said quietly. "Now..." I pulled the suit down so it wasn't crinkled as well. "What do you think?" He looked in the mirror. "They're not tied yet. I can't get that thingy out." He meant the string. Shit...those damn strings that get caught under the lining. "Lemme try..." I set out to try to pull the string out and get some slack - this always happened with my damn jogging shorts. They ought to make a better system. Now my hands were pretty close to Daniel's dick, which didn't help my concentration one iota. He held still, watching. There was a voice behind us. "Can I help?" I turned; it was an older woman from the store. I felt immediately caught - which was stupid because I wasn't doing anything wrong - but the reaction was telling: I was very fond of this boy and was putting a lot on everything that was taking place between us. I regained composure in an instant. Daniel frowned - he felt a little caught perhaps, too - not being able to sort out his own business. "I'm just trying to sort out this Speedo he's trying on - the string is caught under the lining." "Oh yeah, I can't tell you how many times people come here and have that problem. Only thing you can do is get something in there sometimes - long-nosed tweezers or something - and pull out the string. Then they work just fine." "Yeah...thanks." "Good luck," she said cheerfully, and was off. "Well, Daniel, I don't know." I pulled open the suit a little more away from his body to get more leverage with my hands - it was really hard to do this with it on him. It was then I noticed something beginning to poke out from under my hands under the suit. Daniel was getting a stiffy. I looked up at him and he looked at me, biting his lip, and then looked away. I didn't want him to feel bad, but...I didn't want him to bone up in the store either. "Hey," I said, standing up slowly. "Let's not worry about it." I said, ruffling his hair. "Tell you what. Let's buy 'em both and we'll fix 'em when we get back and then have a swim. Plan?" "Okay," he said, quietly. I left him to get changed. We paid for the suits and were out of there. We headed back towards Applewood. It was 5:00 when we pulled up to the pond. It was about a mile's walk from the camp. No one was there now. It never got too busy because a lot of people thought the bottom was too slimy; I didn't mind at all. "How are you gonna swim - you don't have a suit," he said, looking at me as we got out of the car. "I'll go in my underwear. That's what Jan and I did a couple of days ago." He smiled - probably picturing that. "Besides - you know Mary the cook, and Nathan, the cellist in the staff ensemble?" "Yeah, I think," he said, looking at me curiously as we walked. "I saw them yesterday when I was jogging and they were skinny-dipping." "Nu-uh!" "Ya-huh!" Applewood had a definite hippy-granola thing going. It was a funny mixture of that, and then lots of repressed Upper West Side intelligentsia, with their pallid flabby bodies...To put it plainly - there was definitely a lot of fucking going on already at Applewood, 5 days in. I remembered this from when I came there as a teen - lots of funny couplings. Well - Jan and I were among those already! The staff had a weird, incestuous thing with each other going on that was easy to sense hanging with them drinking beer the last few nights. And there was Ricky, the staff pianist...he was a regular satyr, in his middle 40's with his crazy red hair, flirting with all the girls. I could tell he had his sites on this cellist, Jennifer - a 16 year-old beautiful girl who was also, after the staff, the best cellist in the camp. Yes...it's the old clichˇ - a beautiful girl playing cello, with her legs spread, leaning into the instrument - there is something so sexy about that. But she could really play - I heard her playing the second Bach Cello Suite just that morning. And I was sure Ricky would try to get her in bed. It was a heady atmosphere at Applewood, to be sure. "Yu-huh," I replied to Daniel, chuckling, responding to his disbelief. "I don't think most people care here either way. I don't anyways. But you're gonna try on this suit, and I'm gonna fix it," I said. I sat down on a couple of stones near the pond. "When in doubt, use teeth - that's my rule." I took out the red suit and kneaded the string under the lining with my fingers. Now it was easy, once it was off of him. In no time, the end of the string was in sight, and I grabbed it with my teeth, pulling it out. "Now you're ready." "Cool!" he said, looking around. "Where - where do we change? Where do I change?" "Wherever you want. But if you want some privacy, head in the woods a little." I took off my shirt and kicked off my shoes. He watched me for a moment, smiling, and then turned and walked quickly to the woods. I continued to undress down to m underwear and headed for the water, wading out until I was up to my waist. In a few minutes, Daniel emerged from the woods in the red suit. He looked...cute as a button - and gay as hell! Thank God for Speedo. He walked towards the water slowly and shimmied his hips a bit. "Is it okay?" he said. "Awesome, dude. Perfect fit!" "I still can't do the string," he said, looking down. Oh brother. My dick stiffened under the water. Everything was casual and loose here...but - it wasn't as well. Why? Because, well, because my dick was getting hard over a 12 year old boy. "Hold on," I said. I walked towards the shore. "Come in the water a little - feels good!" He stepped in hesitantly. "Ewww," he said, all girlish, pulling his feet out. "Slimy mud!" "It's just dirt, wet dirt. There's nothing else in there!" I came up to him. "Let's just see here." I slowly pulled out the front of the suit. "You've definitely got enough room - it's a little tight, but that's how these fit. He stared down. If I wanted I could peer into his suit and take a look at his cock. I resisted. I started to pull the strings out slowly, and then it happened again - his dick started hardening under the suit. I ignored it. I made the first knot and then began to make the rabbit ears for a shoelace knot. His dick was rising now and I had to say something. "Don't worry about that, dude." "S-sorry. It just goes up like that by itself," he stammered, his voice trembling a little. I looked at him and smiled. "It's just us guys here - remember what Jan said the first night?" He nodded. "And when it's just guys, you, Jan and I, it doesn't matter with us. Happens to everyone at different times. Okay?" He breathed in heavily, and nodded, finally smiling. "Like when we all have stiffies in the morning!" "Exactly! Wiseass!" With that, I scooped him up and made my way out into the pond. He started squirming and squealing. "Time to try out that Speedo in the water!" I yelled, and tossed him into the pond a couple feet. He emerged, saying, "No fair!" I laughed. A few seconds later, he came toward me: "Again!" And so it went for a couple of tosses. Every time I scooped him up, I enjoyed his soft wet, semi-naked body against mine; I enjoyed how he grabbed my shoulders to hold onto me, smiling and giggling. It felt so right. The fourth time, I held onto him and he kept his hands on my shoulders. I moved out to a little deeper water, just around my chest. I held him easily now that he was mostly underwater. "I need a break," I said. I waited to see if he would release himself from me and swim away. He remained in my arms, panting a little. "This is cool," he said. He looked at my arms. "You're pretty strong," he said, squeezing my forearm. My dick hardened. Did he know what he was doing to me? I think so, a little. "You've got a cool chest too," he continued. He felt my pectoral muscles and looked at me, I stifled the urge to sigh with delight. Instead I smiled at him and changed position - I scooched him around so he was facing me directly, and moved my hands down below onto his butt and held him there. "That's easier to hold you like that," I said. He looked at me and at my chest. "Do you work out?" he said. He squeezed my chest muscle again. My dick was completely hard; I was in heaven holding this boy in my arms. "Yeah, couple times a week. Not too much." "I think I'm gonna start working out." "Don't worry about it - you've got time. Besides - you look good." "Whadda you mean? How?" Fuck - careful! Well - just be truthful. "You're handsome. That's what I mean." "You think?" he said. He had let his hand rest on my chest. My hand was on his shoulder, and now I started to caress his shoulder and the part of his back right below his neck - that soft little area. It's a part my wife likes and I usually think it's nice for women there; I guess that was my point of reference for Daniel - he was smaller, soft and docile, he was frisky and fresh yet ultimately submissive; he was everything I looked for usually in a woman, except he was a boy. As I began to caress him he leaned his head back like a kitten, leaning into my caress. He smiled. He continued to squeeze on my chest. "Feels good when you rub my neck there," he said, sighing. He was so comfortable, that the thought suddenly crossed my mind - maybe this wasn't the first time he had done this. This boy was seducing me, regardless - whether he meant to or not. What happened next, though, was all his move. He took his hand away from my chest and put it around my back. Then, using me like a fire engine pole, he slid down my body about 6 inches, abruptly, until he parked his little ass right on top of my hard-on! I was caught completely off guard. This was a point of no return. What could I do? He had busted me. It wasn't as if I was trying that hard to avoid this, though. He felt my erection immediately and looked up and smiled. "Ah-ha!" he exclaimed. "You've got a boner too, mister!" I panicked a little but decided to just be honest - what was I going to do - deny it? "Yeah. Hope that doesn't bother you." As a reply, Daniel bounced up and down a little on my bulge with his ass, his mouth open. Then he laughed. "Your boner feels pretty big," he said. "Big and hard!" Finally he rested there again. "I've still got mine," he said, conspiratorially. I walked around a little with him in my arms in the water. He held onto me and looked at me. "You're married," he said. "Yup." "And you get boners from guys." "Sometimes." He looked over my shoulder, thinking. "You think Jan does?" "Dunno," I lied. "He might. I mean - guys get boners from all sorts of stuff. Sometimes it just feels good to be close to someone else." He rubbed his ass in my dick just a little - just to make sure I was still there and hard for him! God, he was driving me crazy. I was completely at his mercy. Then he said, "You're like my Uncle Samuel a little bit." "Who's that?" "He's my Dad's brother. They live on Riverside Drive too, close to us. He's married to my aunt Sherry and they have two kids." "Cool. You play a lot together?" "No, they're still too young. Anyways, he gets hard with me when we do stuff." "Your uncle Samuel?" "Yeah. Sometimes I like to sit in his lap in the easy chair at their apartment. I did it ever since I was little, but now I do it kind of as a joke - it's pretty funny. It's like I act like I'm a baby." "Hmm." "My mom always gets annoyed and tells me to get off his lap if she comes in the room. Anyhow...Uncle Samuel always gets a boner as soon as I get on his lap!" "Wow!" "And I get one too." "Cool." I let him down slowly. "Let's go sit. I need a break from carrying you!" We approached the shore. "We're gonna miss dinner if we stay here too long," I said. "Whadda you say?" "Yeah okay." "Let's get off our wet stuff in the woods." I picked up our clothes and we walked into the woods several yards. We were behind several trees in a little pine bed. We both stopped, looking at each other. Now Daniel saw the outline of my hardness clearly through my briefs, and I saw his hard dick pointing up through the Speedo. "Well, here goes," I said. I pulled down my briefs and exposed my hard six inches to him. He looked at me with his mouth agape, staring at my cock, then looking up at my face, waiting. "Your turn! Remember - just us guys." He smiled and undid the knot, then pulled down his Speedo in a few thrusts. There was his cock: about 3 inches, sticking straight up. There was just the beginning of some hair around his head - a few wisps. He looked down at his cock and it pulsed, he looked up at me shyly, wanting approval. "Cool!" I said. "Do you come yet?" "Yeah!" he said quickly. "Just this year. I shoot sperm." "Awesome. I'd like to see that. What do you think - you wanna jerk off real quick together before we head to dinner - our little secret? We can't exactly go to dinner with our boners like this, right? We've got to do something!" "You mean it?" he asked, incredulously. "You want to jerk off...with me?" "With who else? I don't see anybody else with a hard dick around here pointing at me!" "Okay - cool!" I walked towards him. "Let's sit on our shirts." It was just dusk. In about 10 minutes the mosquitoes would be there. I had the feeling 10 minutes were all we were going to need. I sat on my shirt and spread my legs. "Sit across from me so I can see you," I said. Any pretence of me not being turned on by him was gone, and he knew it. Still, I wasn't just going to jump Daniel's bones. I was going to let him enjoy how much he turned me on. He was a little performer, I was gathering. He spread out his shirt and sat naked in front of me. I started to slowly pull on my cock. He followed my lead, using his index finger and thumb on his smaller, very hard cock. He was circumcised like me - a Jewish kid. Me, I'm not Jewish...but that stupid doctor wrote a book saying we should all lose our foreskins in the 50's for health reasons and the practice persisted for decades; still does. Oh that I was born in a place like Holland like Jan, with his big uncut meat! Thankfully people were coming out from under that myth in the United States finally - we didn't circumcise our son for example - no way no how. "You want to do like with your Uncle Samuel, except naked?" I asked. He looked a little scared, and then excited. "Yeah! What should I do?" "Just come over and sit back on my lap, but on top of my dick." He stood up and came and lowered himself onto me. I helped him, making sure he didn't sit on my dick. In a few seconds, I had him sitting on me, facing forwards, so my hard dick was jutting out from under his. My dick rubbed against his small, hairless ball sac and touched his penis. Every time they touched, I felt a charge through my body. He shivered. I held him. "You all right?" I asked. "Yeah," he whispered. "I really like this. I like feeling your big dick on me and looking at it. It's...so big and hard!" He stared more. "Is that your cum?" I had precum; it was true. "Yeah, it comes out before you cum, specially when you're really horny." "You're really horny," he said, turning around looking at me and smiling naughtily, almost tongue in cheek. The kid was mocking me! I loved it. "Yeah...I'm really horny Daniel," I sighed. I was lost - lost to the world, completely taken by him. "You're really horny for me and my hard on! You like me on your lap like this!" He rubbed his ass a little back and forth for good measure, and looked at me for the effect. I tried not to look too pervy, but...shit - it wasn't easy. There was lust in my heart, believe you me. "I got that clear stuff too - look," he said, pointing at his stiff pecker. It was true. He had some precum. "Yeah. Pretty cool." I paused. "Tastes good too." I waited for "Ewwww!!!" from him. It didn't come. Instead: "Yeah I know. I tasted some - my own I mean." Little perv boy - just like I was his age. I put my finger on my own cock head and scooped up some precum, and put it on my tongue. He watched and just giggled. "Come on," I said. "Now you." He reached down and rubbed his dickhead with his forefinger, and then turned around towards me, looking at me as he put his index finger in his mouth. "So there!" he exclaimed. "Okay," I said. "Now - I dare you to taste some of mine," I said quietly. He hesitated for a moment, then reached toward my dick, hand trembling. He touched the tip for a moment and my dick jumped; I shuddered. He smiled. "You're so horny, Dave. You're worse than my uncle!" He touched the tip again with his finger and rubbed some of my fluid on there, then - again turning to look at me - put his finger in his mouth and sucked. "Tastes saltier than mine," he said. He turned around and started to jerk off a bit. I resumed my grasp on my own cock. We both jerked slowly and methodically for a while. After a half a minute, he said, "I'm gonna shoot my stuff soon. How 'bout you?" "Yup, ready when you are. Only thing is - I'll shoot on you if we sit like this!" "Like in porn?" he asked. Kid watches hardcore porn on the net? Check. He turned around and looked at me. "I've seen that, where the guy gets covered in the other guy's stuff." He turned back around. "Do that to me." "You sure?" "Yeah! I wanna feel it." "Okay, but you gotta do me one favor," I said. "What?" "Let's stand up." We stood slowly, our dicks pointing in the air. "What should I do?" he whispered. "Do what you were doing in the water - the way you were feeling my chest. That felt so nice, Daniel." "Really?" He smiled, proudly. "Yeah. You're really good with your hands." He approached me with his two hands and rested them on my chest. I began to jerk slowly. "You've got nipples that stick out - that's cool," he commented. "You can pinch them if you want - feels good." He giggled, and began to pinch them lightly. I sighed and shuddered. "You like that!" he exclaimed. I really loved his commentary on my reactions - it was so unusual for me. It was his sense of discovery, and I got to share it with him. So cool... He pinched my nipples and rubbed them a bit more, standing there silently watching me. I felt my orgasm approach with intensity and speed. I quickened my pace a bit with my hand, and whispered, "Here comes, Daniel." My first three shots landed on his chest, a fourth landed below his belly. He watched in amazement, with his small hands resting on my chest, his mouth open. Then he looked down at his chest. "Man, there's a lot of it," he commented. "And it's thicker. It's all gooey!" "Yours is clearer, right?" I said, my voice shaking, as I recovered. "Yeah." "Let's see - your turn." He stood covered in my cum but didn't seem to mind. "But you gotta do stuff for me." "What do you want - just tell me." "I don't know - rub me with your hands like you did in the water." I kneeled down in front of him. My mouth was inches from his dick. That was not going to happen though - even if it could. He watched me and smiled. I put my hands on his butt and started to caress him there. He pushed his butt back playfully, and shimmied a little bit. "You like my butt?" "Yup." He started to jerk off in earnest. I placed my hands on his front side and rubbed his chest. He was so small - there was still no real definition there. I pinched his nipples lightly. "Ahhh," he said, and tilted his head back. "Getting close." I leaned forward and rested my ear gently right below his chest. I heard his heart pumping, fast. I could not resist and gave him little kisses on his chest and moved down towards his belly, giving him just a little bit of my tongue. "Whoaa - coool...." he whispered. His hand quickened a bit, and I rested my ear on his belly, waiting. His first two shots sped out of his little cock onto my neck, and then - god bless youth! - the next were even stronger: his cock pointed up and so they landed on my cheeks, and finally another one on my chest. This boy, with his small dick, could definitely shoot a big load already. "Ahhh! Sorry!" he said, panting. "I shot on your face!" He smiled, incredulously, at what he had done, and the picture of me below him - this horny adult kneeling below him, wearing his cum. "Fair is fair - I shot on you. Besides, that's just what I wanted." I scooped up his shots from my cheeks and they went right in my mouth. It was sweet - his cum, and only a little salty. And buttery. Just like I remember from when I was at Applewood years ago at age 14 - when I sucked my buddy off in the woods then and swallowed my first cum. Daniel watched me eat his cum and wrinkled up his nose cutely. "Cum eater! You like my stuff! Bet you want more of it." I smiled. "It's pretty delicious, for sure. And you're a stud, Daniel. I never shot cum like that when I was your age! You've got a little rocket engine in your balls or something!" He giggled. "And you pumped all your stuff all over me! I'm covered in your dick goobers!" "Let's rinse off real quick and then head to dinner. But just remember - just us guys, huh? You can't tell anybody what we did or I get in trouble." "I know, I know - cause you're an adult." "Exactamundo. Keep it quiet and we can have some fun together more if you feel like it." We walked toward the water and waded in. I quickly rubbed his chest and belly, getting my dried out cumshots off of him. I dipped my head under the water - reluctantly! - in case any of his semen was still on my face. "What about Jan?" he asked, as we walked towards the car. "What do you mean?" "You think he likes to jerk like we do?" "I'll bet he does - most guys do. I'll try to find out if he wants to do it with us - okay? Let me do it cause he's an adult and I know how to find out stuff with other adults. There's a certain way of talking with each other we have," I said, with some irony. It was not lost on Daniel - he was a precocious, intelligent kid. "Yeah, you guys say stuff that means something else, so it sounds like you're talking about nothing. I know. My parents do it all the time." "Yup." And so ended my first encounter with Daniel.