Date: Sun, 18 Jul 2010 07:24:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Doug Allen Subject: naughty dirty tommy-3 Thanks for the comments guys - really good to hear from you!- Doug It was a week into camp and everyone was more less comfortable with each other. I had some other counselors who I clicked with and we drank beer at night together; besides doing some work on my laptop at night and early in the morning, and reading a lot, I didn't do much else for myself, which was just fine. The campers all seemed to be having a good time. There were arguments now and then and they were mostly between kids who were in the same cabin - there were five to a cabin mostly. They'd get under each other's skin about something, and there would be accusations, recrimination and sometimes tears. Then one of us would step in and try to soothe things. I hadn't been alone with Tommy again which was probably just as well because what had happened between us simply wasn't legal, and I didn't want to keep on taking that risk. I didn't worry about Tommy so much because he was such a horny boy and was the instigator. Frankly, I was hoping that we'd be alone again and was wrestling with whether I would let that happen if the opportunity arose. In the meantime, Tommy and Ryan, surprisingly, were hanging out a lot together. Their first episode together - Tommy had really more or less forced himself on Ryan on the bus - must have been far behind them; whatever the case, it was okay between them. I suspected they were doing stuff together and saw them walking off in the woods a lot. I was jealous and intrigued. On Saturday, I was around Ryan's cabin in the late morning after breakfast when two other boys ran out of there laughing. They looked at me quickly, with a guilty flicker, and then ran away. I walked up to the cabin and knocked. There was no answer. I opened it up and Ryan was sitting on his bunk, looking dejected and pissed. He had his covers over him his lap and looked at me nervously. He was sniffling a little bit - was he just crying? I felt my heart twinge a little - I'm soft like that. "Hey Ryan," I said. "Hi." "You all right?" "Yeah." He didn't look up. "What's the matter?" I stayed by the door; I didn't want to crowd him. I noticed, not for the first time since I had been at the camp, how beautiful the boy was. He was not an early-bloomer by any means. At twelve years old, he still had a boy's body, with rounded shoulders and soft limbs. He was apparently averse to the sun - his skin was still fair with not much tan at all. His shirt was off and I quietly admired his bare torso and his black hair which hung elegantly in front of his face a bit, slightly disheveled but really just perfect. He looked up at me, his black eyes darting. His face was mysterious - like he was showing everything but hiding it at the same time. I felt something like pain, like a heartache - for him. "Those other guys giving you a hard time about something?" He looked down. "Why don't you tell me - I don't want you to be not having a good time. I can keep it just between us if you want." "You promise?" "Sure, of course. I understand how that goes - you don't want them thinking you talked to me - I got it. Stays here." He sat on his bed and sniffled and his body shook a little bit; he was thinking about what had happened. "They were making fun of me is all - it's stupid, it's not important." "It's important enough that it makes you sad." He said nothing, then, finally: "They made fun of how I dress." "What do you mean?" "When we change in the morning - we see each other's - what we wear." "You mean you see each other's underwear?" I was trying to guess what he was talking about. "Yeah." "And they made fun of your underwear?" "...Yeah." I decided not to ask him why, but said, "That's silly. Everybody can wear whatever underwear they want." He didn't say anything for a while. "Don't worry about it Ryan - just don't listen to those guys. Are you still wearing them?" He looked up, nervous. "Yes." "Can I see?" "You'll laugh like them!" "Heck no - I'm not gonna laugh at you - I'm here to try to make you feel better - jeez Ryan, come on!" "Sorry, it's just...I know they're different and my mom and dad think it's a little weird too." "Lemme see, come on. I'll decide what I think." "Okay." He pulled the covers away slowly from above his waist and legs. I was a little shocked but didn't show it at all; instead, I smiled warmly. "Cool!" I said, and my voice was kind of shaking. I was trying to be nonchalant but had just betrayed myself by my voice. Ryan sat, looking at me expectantly. He was wearing what were certainly women's panties. They were red. They weren't frilly or lace or anything, but the shape was a dead give away immediately - it hugged around his crotch tightly and small. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me; he looked gorgeous, like an apparition from the fantasy world. I tried to recover, and I tried to keep my penis from immediately stiffening. I was wearing shorts. "I like that look, Ryan - it's really different. And I like the red color." "Really?" He wasn't smiling, but his eyes were wide. "For sure. I've got some underwear that's more tight like that. Guys in Europe like to roll like that a little more , with that tight fit. It's just these kids you're with here, Ryan - they're not up to where you are in their sense of fashion. I'll bet they where those silly boxer shorts, right?" Guys in Europe probably didn't wear women's underwear anymore than anywhere else, but I wanted to put him at ease and was just making shit up. "Yeah - they do - both of those guys!" "Yeah - boxers are nowhere. Can't see anything when you wear boxers, right?" I smiled and looked at him. He reddened a little and knew just what I was talking about. Shit, I was getting hard. I had to cut this. But I couldn't. "Stand up for me - let me see you pose them real quick." "Okay," he said, and stood up in front of me, facing me. "Great, Ryan - it's your look." It was completely erotic and quite feminine...I was really taken by this boy. Then, he seemed to loosen up a little. He turned around and showed me his back. I felt like I was going to float up to the ceiling of the cabin and bonk my head with pleasure. His small ass cheeks fit wonderfully into the red panties. They were so small and just right for him. "Where'd you get these, Ryan?" "My older sister." "Right on - stealing from older sis! That's funny." Okay I had to stop. "So listen, you cool now?" "Yeah - sure. Thanks Bill - I mean thanks for not telling and that stuff." "It's cool." I couldn't help it and went up and tussled his hair and took his head in my arm and cradled it for a moment. He froze and kind of went slack in my arm, staying there. That was it - I was completely lost everything else except for him. I stayed, transfixed. I felt his heat from his skin. I looked down at him and he looked straight ahead. "Tommy told me..." he said quietly. What had Tommy told him? "Yeah?" I said stupidly. "Tommy told me you guys went swimming." "Yeah, that was fun. We found a cool little pond." "Yeah, sounds cool." He stayed in my grasp, my hand around his head and shoulder, him nestled there. My heart was racing. "You want to go today - just us? I could find it easy again." He stepped back and looked up at me, wide-eyed, still not smiling. Ryan was one of those people who didn't smile that much and I really liked that - it didn't mean he wasn't happy. "For real?" "Yeah, for sure. Let's do it in the afternoon. Meet me out behind the cabins where the trail starts, after lunch." "Okay, I will," he said, his voice already expectant. I turned carefully to the door, trying not to display the hard thing pointing in my pants, trying not to look too much at his beautiful body. When I was at the door, he asked, "What should I wear?" I wasn't sure what he meant by that - he had a bathing suit of course. But - I think I knew what he wanted me to say. "Wear what you're wearing now of course! You can swim in it. It's like a speedo." "Okay," he said, and finally smiled. I made it out of there and fortunately no one was right outside - my dick was pointing right out, leading the way. I went to my cabin before lunch and found what I was now glad I had brought along - a jockstrap - I used it for running and working out but hadn't put it on yet here; now I changed quickly and put it on; it felt good and snug around my balls and penis. I put my shorts back on. After lunch I headed out to the back of the cabins at the beginning of the trails and Ryan was waiting for me. "Come on!" I said, and we were off. We walked for a while and I thought about how different Ryan was than Tommy - Tommy was all boy, charging through the woods like a sniffing hound dog; Ryan was more delicate, always watching out that branches wouldn't snap back on his face. I took off my sleeveless tee shirt. Ryan looked at me and gulped; he was looking at my chest and then looked away so he wouldn't seem to be staring. "You wanna take off your shirt, go ahead. We're almost there." "No thanks. I - I don't want to get scratched by those branches." A delicate boy, and he was comfortable enough to tell me - I was glad. "You're right - Ryan - a good looking boy like you shouldn't get scratched up," I said, neutrally, and looked at him. He blushed and bit his lip. I was completely smitten with him, so happy to be with him, and inside I felt like a little girl with a crush. I tried to stay manly though for him. We came to the pond. "Here it is," I said. Ryan said nothing and stared. "What is it - not what you were picturing?" "No - it's nice. It's just that - the water is so dark is all." "Kinda different than a pool; it's true. Or the lake back at the camp. Yeah, it's darker but we've been in there, Tommy and I - it's clean and there's no creepy crawly things in there, I promise." "I don't know..." he said. "Well then that's okay - you take your time. If you want to go in cool, if not, that's okay. I'll go in first so you can see. With that, I was unlacing my sneakers. "Wanted to show you something too - just our secret," I said. "What?" he said, puzzled. "Just to show you guys can wear all different kind of underwear - I brought something else to swim in, just 'cause I thought your underwear was so cool." He waited, very curious now. I moved just a little closer to him so I was standing directly in front of him. Then I pulled down my shorts and shucked them off and was just in the jock strap. "This is my jock strap - that's another way you can go - feels good. You ever seen one?" Ryan stood there blown away looking at my crotch and my body and gulped. "No - I mean, yeah. In pictures. But not on a real guy. Maybe once one of my Dad's friends." I stood and let him look. I turned around so he could see my bare ass cheeks. I turned back to him with my head and he was gulping again, looking at my man's ass. "That's the cool part - your front is covered but not your back - feels good, especially when you're outside like this." "Yeah..." he said, kind of faraway. I jumped in the water as I was starting to get hard. It was a little colder than the last time - there had just been a rainfall. It felt good and I felt the squishy bottom between my toes. Ryan sat on a rock closer to the water and watched. "Feels really good!" I said. He looked a little sad, like he was pissed off that he was nervous. "How 'bout I go in with you - that way it's not scary." He looked down. He was embarrassed. "Come on - it's just us. I really wanna swim with you. It's no fun alone." He looked up when I said that. "Okay." I came out. He stood there, like he was stuck with everything. At that moment, I started to glean that Ryan was naturally passive - it kind of just clicked - and that I had to take the initiative with him or he just would stand there and do nothing all the time. Exactly the opposite from his friend Tommy, for sure. With that realization, I came out slowly, dripping water. "Arms up," I said. He looked at me with puppy eyes and I realized then something else - he knew that I was head over heels for him - he sensed it, in his 12 year old way, and he was responding to my affection, being sweet, quiet and passive for me. He raised his arms over his head and I pulled his grey, loose fitting tee-shirt over. Even though it was warm, he shivered. There were a few beads of sweat on his beautiful shoulders. I could smell him just slightly - a little huckleberry smell, just a little sweat, and his skin. Almost sweet. I put his shirt next to my clothes. I kneeled down and started to unlace his sneakers. I looked up and smiled at him. Instead of feeling like a sissy the way another boy might, he smiled at me, and now I was sure what kind of attention Ryan wanted. "Lift that foot up," I said quietly and he obeyed. I pulled his sneaker off and quickly rubbed his foot. I took his sneaker and put it to my nose, inhaling. "Not too stinky," I said. "Ewww! You're gross!" he said. "I know, that's gross..." I said, laughing a little. "Maybe you're like Tommy," he said quietly and I looked up. He was smiling a little naughty and bit his lip. "What do you mean - dirty like him?" "Yeah!" "Yeah, he's a dirty boy. Guess you know that." "He always wants..." "What? Other foot up." I took off his other shoe and rubbed his foot a little. "He wants - to do dirty stuff all the time. That feels good," he said, about my hand on his foot. "Yeah. But you guys are buds now?" "Yeah, I don't mind him. I guess he likes me." "Sure he likes you - I'm pretty sure of that, Ryan!" He giggled. "Now - show me what you're gonna swim in, young man." I stood back and waited. He hesitated, then pulled down his shorts to show the small red undergarment. He was blushing again a little bit, but clearly enjoying my attention now. I whistled long and slow, and then said, "Looks good Ryan. I think we're ready to swim. Come on. I walked to the edge of the pond. He stood and stared at the water. I went back and gently took his hand, at first he let his hand hang there, not returning my grip. Then he squeezed it more and said, "Okay." We walked in next to each other. "That mud - ewww! - it's sticky!" he said. "It's just wet dirt, silly!" "Feels dirty." "It is dirty - it's dirt!" I squeezed his hand and said, "You're doing great." We were in up to his waist. Then he said, "I don't know if I want to go deeper." "Cool, we can stay here." I started to let go of his hand and he held it tighter, looking straight ahead. "You okay?" "Yeah - but - " "What is it? I moved closer to him and stroked his hair. He nuzzled a little towards me. I was becoming hard, again. "Tommy told me you picked him up," he said finally. "Lemme pick you up," I said. I scooped up his warm, soft body and moved into the deeper water. As we descended, he held me tighter and I held him tighter. "That better, like this?" I whispered. "Yeah," he said kind of dreamy. I was in heaven. I felt deep emotion and a strong feeling of wanting to protect this boy; at the same time, I desired his young soft body against me. My penis was completely erect now. He was sliding down my body a little bit, he was slipping. "Oh no!" he said. "Grab me with your legs around my butt. Then you won't slide down." "But..." "Don't worry, baby." I hadn't meant to call him that and immediately regretted it. I looked at him and it seemed to be okay - he looked kind of surprised but still soft. He put his feet around my ass and pulled himself against me all the way and now I felt his small hard thing against my belly. He looked at me not smiling, waiting to see if I would notice. "It's okay now," I said. I pulled him closer to me. Then we walked around the water together, with him in my arms, treasuring his body against mine, pressing against me now and then. "Was it like this with Tommy?" he asked from over my shoulder. "Tommy's different than you," I said. "I like both of you guys. But I'm really glad that you and I could come here, just us today." "Me too." We stayed there for a while, and I stroked his hair now, and I nuzzled his neck. He nuzzled against me now too and we came out of the water so it was up too my waist. I held all of his weight now, still easily - it's like he was giving me adrenalin or something. His hands dug into my shoulders, feeling them a bit. "You're strong," he said. "Do you like that?" "Yeah. I like your muscles." "It's nice when you feel them like that." "Did Tommy's penis get hard - like mine now?" Now it was my turn to gulp. "Well, yeah - I guess it did." "You smell good too - different than Tommy." "Yeah? That's cool. How do you mean?" "Tommy smells dirty, kind of like a poop smell almost. I'm kind of used to it almost 'cause we're always together. But you don't have that." "That's good." "You smell kind of like my Dad but not really - it's like man smell. I like it." If I was 16 or 18, I probably would have simply rubbed against him a little at that point and shot my load into the pond. His words, his actions - everything with this boy was more erotic than anything I had ever known, with a man or a woman. "You smell good too, Ryan." "What's my smell?" "It's sweet like flowers and berries - it's like the summer - cut grass and hay. You've got a light smell, Ryan." I leaned down and smelled his dirty hair - it wasn't greasy, it was more silky. We stayed like that. "Is your penis hard now Bill?" "Yeah, it is. Ryan. Is that okay?" "Yeah. That's cool." "Good." He slid down a bit before I could stop him and rested his small ass on my bulge. I almost groaned. His head was now in line with my chest and he looked up at me smiling. "That's your big hard penis!" "Yeah..." I was lost to everything - he had me under his control. He knew it. "I wanna see." "Ryan...I don't know." "Please, Bill?" he whined like a kid a few years younger, asking for a treat. He nuzzled his head against my chest and squeezed me, looking straight ahead. "I could get in trouble for that." "I know but I won't tell anyone." "Promise? Not even Tommy?" "Yeah, I won't tell Tommy." I walked out of the pond, holding him still. Soon I was standing outside the water, and let him down slowly. He stood in front of me, staring. Now we could see each other. I saw the bulge in his red panties now, and now I also saw that in the water, because of the type of fabric, they were partially see-through - I could see the contours of his boy cock quite clearly. "I see your cock, Ryan!" I said. "No fair!" he said. "No time to get shy now," I said. And with that, I looked around to make sure no one else was around, and then pulled down my jockstrap. My hard man-dick flopped out aggressively, sticking out. "Whoa..." he said. I stepped closer and just stood there, my arms crossed, letting him look at me. "It's fat - it's like a big sausage!" I came forward to him and put my hand on his shoulder, and started to feel his body finally, freely. He stood frozen, staring at me, with his mouth open, his arms at his sides. I felt his shoulders, I touched his face gently. "You're really pretty, Ryan," I said, not afraid anymore to call him that. He said nothing and swallowed. I continued with both hands, rubbing his shoulders, taking his hands in mine, and finally, very gently touching his boy's chest, feeling its shape and its softness. I took his hand and put it on my chest. He understood and started to feel my chest with his hand and I shivered. He looked down at my penis. "It likes that," he whispered. "Your touch makes me melt, Ryan." "Really?" "Yes, really." "Your stuff is coming out of your dick." He rubbed his hand around my belly. Then he moved his hand towards my penis. He looked up at me. I nodded. He put his hand around my dick and it jumped. He smiled. He slowly took my precum on the palm of his hand and rubbed it around a little. I couldn't help it and moaned just a little. He giggled. "Horny man!" I took him then in my arms again; I could not hold back my ardent feeling for him. I picked him up and held him against me, squeezing him, whispering his name. "Bill..." he said simply, and then he slid down out of my hands. He began to kneel down. "I want to suck you." "Ryan - I don't know..." "I know how - I've done it with Tommy. He showed me." I said nothing. I didn't feel right about him sucking me - he was too delicate. I kneeled down instead. "Let's wait on that Ryan. You can suck your buddy for a while yet. I feel like I'm too old and too big for you. You're just a boy. Come on, lay down next to me. I lay down on my side and leaned on my elbow. He frowned and obeyed. He was parked in front of me in his red panties and I was naked in front of him, my dick pulsing. "Let's play a game - you do what I say." "That's the game?" he asked. "Yeah - see if you can do it - you want to try?" "Sure - I can do what you say - go ahead." "I want you to stand up and pose for me a little bit in that sexy thing you're wearing." He giggled. "Come on!" "All right." He stood up. His stiff penis bulged out of the front lewdly. I noticed that there was a definite wet spot in the front where the tip of his penis was. "What do I do?" "Whatever you want." He put his hands behind his head first and then he shimmied a little bit with his ass. "Very nice, Ryan." "What else?" "Now I want you to take your penis out of the panties - leave them on, but take it out on the side." He hesitated. "It's small - it's not big like yours or Tommy's." "I know I'm gonna like it a lot, Ryan. Lemme see. Come closer. I sat up. He slowly brought his cock out. It was sticking straight up. It was about three inches, beautiful looking, circumcised, moist around all around the tip. It was pulsing a bit. Ryan was blushing. "Great, Ryan." "You're a perv like Tommy. You like boy's dicks." "Yeah - I guess so. Look if you don't want to show me it's cool - we can stop. I didn't mean to - " "No it's okay." I just looked at him. "What now?" "Come here and kneel in front of me." He obeyed. I gave him my hand. "Show me how you can suck - take one of my fingers and suck for me." "That's silly - like a baby!" "You said you'd do what I said. That's the game." He took my hand, looking at me, and took my index finger and took it in his warm, small mouth. First he licked with his tongue, then he began to suck. My cock pulsed, oozing liquid. It was like my finger was a surrogate for my cock. He looked at me, docile, passive. "Do you like that, Ryan? Do you like to suck?" He nodded, sucking my finger. It felt so good and sweet, his mouth sucking on me. I brought him closer. "Now kiss my chest and my nipples, Ryan." He took my finger out and moved down to my chest. He gave me light kisses on my chest and then moved to my right nipple. I shivered with pleasure. "Suck it, Ryan." He positioned himself better and began to lightly suck on my nipple, biting it just a little with his teeth by accident. I looked down. His cock was pulsing by itself. I reached down to his panties now, and pulled both sides back so they lined the crack of his ass. "Bill!" he whispered, surprised. "Now you'll have a thong," I whispered back. "Come here." I sat now on my butt and brought him on my lap. Carefully, I took my had penis and placed the head - not much more would fit - under the front of his underwear. I felt his soft, rubbery balls now. "Oh Bill - that feels really cool. Your dick is so hot - almost burning. It's so big." My penis was rubbing against his small balls now, rubbing my liquid onto him. I pulled him gently more towards me. I took hold of his back and slowly started moving his body; soon he got the point and began to buck on me a little, my cock sliding against his jewels under the panties. I pulled him against me and whispered, "You feel so good, Ryan. I'm going to come." "I think - me too," he said. I pulled his face against my chest and he kissed my nipples more, then he leaned his nose and face under my arm. He was using me now, bucking. Then he was kind of whining, and I felt warm wetness against my belly, and he was coming. "Right on, Ryan," I whispered, holding him. He was breathing in gasps. I felt my orgasm come suddenly. My dick was rubbing against Ryan's balls and I began to spurt my warm cum right into his panties. He looked up at me, surprised. I held him tight, looking back at him. "That's your juice - you're putting it in my underwear." I continued to spurt all onto his balls and his belly, and then leaned back and pulled my dick out of the panties. They were completely gobbed up with my cum now on the front. I pressed my dick against his belly and continued to leak all over him, spurting more. He looked down at my cock with his mouth open. "You dirty man! You're putting your stuff on me. Just like Tommy." "Well you put your stuff on me - it's on my belly," I said. He looked down. It was true. Then he reached on his belly and touched my cum. He brought it to his mouth and licked a little. I smiled. "You like to drink it?" "Yeah, I guess. Is that weird?" "Not for me. I like to drink it too." I reached on to my belly and scooped up his boy cum. It was different than Tommy's, which was thick. Ryan's was kind of clear almost. I tasted it and it was sweet and buttery - I had never tasted cum like that. "Ha!" was all Ryan said. He scooped some more from his belly with his finger and sucked on it, looking at me. Clearly, Ryan liked to suck stuff. "Let's see what's under those panties, Ryan," I said. I raised his butt a little and gently pulled them down. There were a couple gobs of my semen on them, on the front. But most of my juice seemed to be around Ryan's balls, which looked like they were dipped in clear syrup - they were shiny, covered in my cum. "Whoa..." said Ryan, and spread his legs more. His dick was still flopping around, and he, like I, was clearly aroused by how he looked. I took his panties and wiped the remaining gobs of cum onto the tip of my finger. He looked up at me expectantly. I said, "Suck," and gently put my finger to his lips. Ryan put his lips around my finger and slowly drank and swallowed, puckering his lips, looking at me. My penis hardened again. I looked down and his little prick was stiff. He sucked more of my finger and gagged a bit, then he took it out. He looked at me, saying, "Let me taste your cock now. I did everything you said." I stood up and he stayed kneeling, waiting. I ruffled his hair and brought my stiff, sticky cock to his lips. "Just lick first, Ryan," I instructed. Now he was naked before me, kneeling on the ground, his little cock stiff and pulsing. He licked at the head of my penis gingerly, delicately. "Is that good?" "Yes, that's really good. Now just stick out your tongue for me." He hesitated. "Don't be shy. I'll give you my juice again but I don't want you to try to suck just yet." I didn't want to stick my dick all the way in his delicate mouth even if he wanted it. He stuck his tongue out. It was dark, red and small. I pat my penis on it and he looked at me. I began to jerk a bit. Then he tried to lick more. He was in a state now where he was thirsting after my dick and was under my control; I was dominating him. I slapped my cock around his burning, blushing cheeks. I stroked his silky, black hair. He kept his tongue out and tried to lick but I teased him, patting his cheeks with my cock. Then I stepped back. "Lay on top of me with your butt over my face." I lay down on the ground. "Why?" "Then you can have my dick however you want it, Ryan." He sat nothing and scooted on to me. "I'm going to taste your pretty ass, Ryan," I said. "But Bill - that's dirty there. No way!" "You just worry about my cock." I pulled his ass closer and he obeyed. Now I was looking at Ryan's butthole and to my surprise - he was dirty there. There was some brown flecks around his hole and it looked like he hadn't cleaned that well. I leaned in with my tongue and began to gently lick, cleaning his old shit and making it wet there. "Bill..." he said, looking back. "Ooooo....That feels funny. Tickles." I stuck my tongue far in, teasing his anus, opening it just a bit, I tasted more of his bitter shit. He bucked around a little. Then he returned with his tongue to my cock, licking me gingerly. With one hand I reached and pulled on his little balls lightly. He moaned and pushed his ass more into my nose and face. I was consumed with lust. With my other hand I began to jerk on the base of my cock, being careful not to hit his pretty face with my hand. I felt another orgasm approaching soon, already. I took my other hand from his balls and pulled on his small prick now and he immediately began to buck and almost kicked me in the face. I was coming now onto his face and felt his cheek and lips on my cock, felt my liquid leaking out onto him and into his pretty mouth. Then I felt his penis spasm in my hand, shooting for the second time in just minutes, onto my neck and chin. We spurted on each other, gasping, otherwise silent. "Let's turn on our sides, Ryan," I said. Now, we were free to lick each other everywhere. His penis spasmed still, with a small amount of clear liquid still oozing out of his slit. I licked the head very lightly and he moaned. I licked his balls and tasted my own cum there. I sucked them gently, cleaning them. Ryan sucked the tip of my cock and I let him do that. He was moaning in a high voice, like a little animal. Finally we sat up. Ryan's cheeks had my cum on them and I scooped it off, putting it in his mouth. He drank, and then fell on my chest, exhausted. We lay next to each other, me stroking his hair, with his head snuggled against my chest, and felt each other's breathing slow. Finally, I carried him to the pond and we washed for several minutes. I kissed him on his head and he held me tight. And then finally, he surprised me - he pushed away from me and swam out into the middle of the small pond, alone, looking back at me, smiling. His fear was gone now. We came out, dried off quickly and made our way back to the others, silently.