Date: Sat, 12 Sep 2009 15:36:16 -0300
From: pldmt1@gmail.com
Subject: Making Music With Daniel And Jan

Hi guys, hope you enjoy. Also if you feel like it check out my other story,
"Yardwork with Tom", in adult/youth. Thanks - Dave

My name's Dave. Three summers ago I returned to a classical music camp in
the Berkshires in Massachusetts. What is that, you may ask? Well, it's like
summer camp but it's for all ages, starting at 12. The oldest campers there
were middle-aged and there were a few in their 60's; one woman the summer
this story takes place was 76 and she had more energy than most of us. It
was a truly age-nondiscriminatory place, and I think everyone there liked
that aspect. I had gone there for 2 consecutive summers when I was 14 and
15, and this story takes place this past summer when I had the opportunity
to return there. I'm 38 now.

Applewood Chamber Music Center it was called, and basically you were
matched with other players at around the same level, worked on a piece with
an instructor, and performed it at the end of the three-week session. There
were communal meals mess hall style, open shower stalls, and cabins for the
campers interspersed in rolling hills that led to a big old house where the
music making took place in various rooms. I was there as a
composer-in-residence - I would have never had the opportunity otherwise to
come back there because I've got a wife and kids. The stay was ostensibly
work, then - but what great work it turned out to be: A return to a place
where I had great experiences when I was younger, and an opportunity to get
a little break from the family a bit, as much as I love them dearly.

One unique aspect about Applewood was the way the campers were split up
into various cabins. The administration did their best to keep age groups
together, but there were always some leftover people - 4 to a cabin, but
then you might have on a given year 5 boys from ages 12 to 14 with one left
over. So you got some cabins with mixed ages. When I was a teenager there,
we had a supervisor in his 20's. but when I came back this past summer, it
was different. The cabin I was placed in was a smaller one, deeper down the
hill in the woods, and had only three beds. The first afternoon , I made my
way down the path, feeling a little nervous like a kid again, and met my
cabin mates for the next 3 weeks: Jan and Daniel.

Jan (pronounced 'YAN' ) was Dutch and a few years younger than me, 32. Like
a lot of Dutch guys, he was tall, and like a lot of Dutch guys, he looked
fucking great - maybe it's that welfare state; all I know is, every time
I'm in Holland, I'm just taken by how many beautiful men and women there
are. Jan was no exception - he had deep blue eyes and a boyish face, but
wasn't too soft either. He had a quiet confidence about him that
immediately struck me and almost intimidated me. Another thing I've noticed
after a few trips to the sauna in Amsterdam: Dutch guys are consistently
hung, big time. I was hoping to find out soon enough if Jan was like that
as well. We shook hands and he looked at me coolly in the eye. His fingers
were long, his hand warm, and his grip firm. "Hi. I'm Jan. It's nice to
meet you," he said, with his slight Dutch accent - nice became 'nishe' just
a litte bit.

"Nice to meet you Jan. I'm Dave," I returned. I glanced at the case next to
his bed, "Bassoon?" He nodded. I turned to a boy sitting on the bed,
looking at me smiling shyly.

Jan introduced me. "This is Daniel," he said neutrally.

"Hi Daniel. Nice to meet you. What do you play?"

"Hi," he said, shaking my hand. His palm was sweaty and slightly cool. "I
play violin. I can play viola too in the orchestra. It's not that hard."

Chatty. And...gay? I shoved out the thought. I did not want to start
perving on a boy right away, but couldn't help having the thought.
Something about his eagerness, something about the singing familiarity of
his voice...And the fact that he was "Daniel" and not "Dan..." I was pretty
sure right then and there that he was a gay boy. He was, in any case, super
cute. He had brown hair with some curls, and it looked like it was just cut
by the barber that his mom took him to - conservative preppy style. He wore
a blue izod shirt, khaki shorts, and docksiders with no socks. He was
unpacking some books he had brought along and busied himself with them.

Me? I'm handsome enough and look about my age, some grey coming in on the
sides. In pretty good shape; I try to work out but don't want a gym body -
never really get attracted to that sculpted thing so I don't want it for
myself. I've got some nice tone around my chest and some small love
handles. I've got a round ass that still is holding up pretty nicely and
the last feature of any note about me is my chest - hairless, with nipples
that always seem to be sticking out through any shirt that I wear. I love
sex with my wife and have always been attracted to women, but...that's not
what we're all writing about here, right? I've also always been attracted
to men as long as I can remember - men of all shapes, sizes and ages. I'm a
sexual omnivore I guess you could say. When I was young and even through my
20's I tripped out about it - needlessly! - and finally didn't give a shit
anymore about who I was.

As I made my way up the hill to fetch a couple more things from my car, I
ran into Margaret, a really nice New Yorker who I knew already from
telephone conversations and had just met in person when I arrived. She was
the chief administrator at Applewood and did all the matching up of various
instrumental ensembles, instructors, and...cabin mates.

"Hi again Dave," she said warmly. "Everything okay with your cabin?"

"Yeah, it'll be fine," I said, trying not to sound too happy. I was pysched
with my cabinmates - what can I say?

"Listen, Dave. Just one thing about Daniel," she said, in a slightly
quieter voice, her eyes narrowing with concern. "I know his family from the
city and know him a little bit already. I shouldn't give him special
attention or anything, I know...still...Daniel's a little more...
sensitive...than the other boys in cabin A. They're all a little older than
him - 14 and one 15 year old - and he's not even 13. I thought that he
might get bulldozed by that bunch there - they're a little rambunctious -
and so I just switched him to you guys because there you had one more place
in your cabin. I hope you don't mind shacking up with a younger camper? I
asked Jan about it, and he doesn't mind - he's a real easygoing guy, it
seems like."

"Yeah, those Dutch are always easygoing," I replied. No, listen - it's
going to be fine! I'm here to work on my composing and relax, and Daniel
and Jan seem like they'll be just fine as cabin mates."

"Oh that's great," Margaret said, looking and sounding relieved. This was
her big day, making sure that everyone was a good fit with each other, and
that people wouldn't be strangling each other 3 weeks from now.

Lots of welcoming activities and getting to know each other ensued for the
rest of the first day. Campers under 18 were officially supposed to be in
the cabin by 10:30, and I gleaned that Jan and/ or I were somewhat
responsible for making sure Daniel was in the cabin by then. We met in the
bathroom, brushing our teeth together, the three of us.

"Shall we head down to the cabin?" asked Jan amiably, with his Dutch accent
making 'the' sound like 'de'. He looked at both of us, and I was warming up
to him steadily, this hunky Dutch dude. I could tell that not only was Jan
great to look at, but he was intelligent - emotionally intelligent - as
well: He purposely directed the question to both of us by looking at me
first, then Daniel, thereby downplaying and keeping tacit the fact that we
both had to more or less babysit him. He did that for Daniel's sake, as no
12 year old wants to feel like he needs a babysitter, especially in his
first night away from home when he's all excited. It was subtle and it was
quick, but Jan and I exchanged a quick smile and that said it all - that I
understood his tact and was with him.

We headed down the path together, the three of us. In the cabin, Jan was
the quickest to get undressed - right down to the underwear in under a
minute, unceremoniously He had white briefs and I didn't see too much as he
climbed into his sleeping bag pretty quickly and zipped it up. I followed
his lead, stripping down to my underwear.

Daniel was slower and methodical, and obviously watching both of us,
getting shy. Jan and I were both purposely letting him do his thing, not
looking his way directly. The cabin was small and square: on one side was
the door, on the opposite side, Daniel's bed, and on either side of that,
Jan's bed and mine. It was easy to see what he was doing in my peripheral
vision. It looked like he was unsure about something in his suitcase. I
gleaned what was going on: He had pajamas, but saw us older dudes hopping
in the bags in only our briefs, and wanted to do the same.

"You got everything you need, Daniel?" I asked gently.

"Well, it's just..." he started, looking down. "My mom packed these
pajamas, but I don't know if I need 'em."

I paused, and said casually, "You go however you want with us, bro! Doesn't
matter to us, right Jan?"

"Yeah," he said from his bed. "Just us guys here. We won't tell your mom!"

Daniel thought about that for a minute and smiled. "Cool!" he said. He
climbed into the sleeping bag first and then pulled off his shorts once he
was under there, tossing them out from under the bag. What was he hiding? A
shy guy, I figured.

Jan got out of bed. "We forgot the light," he said, and walked towards the
switch. Before he shut it off, I got a look at him in his underwear and lo
and behold - saw a prominent shape under there, extending downwards. I
could tell he had a big cock and hoped I was going to get to see it.

It was a little hard to get to sleep in the new environment, but eventually
I dosed off with a half-hard on, thinking about Jan's body.

Jan was the first awake and I awoke hearing him rustle about. I was next
and watched him for a while, sitting on his bed, stretching. "Good
morning," I said eventually.

"Good morning," he said.

I looked at Daniel next and his eyes opened. "Hey Daniel," I said quietly.

"Hey," he said, rubbing his eyes.

Jan arose from his bed and it was a beautiful sight. There he stood in his
underwear, stretching his arms out, with his great long chest, and...his
morning wood! Oh boy, what a big shape stood under those white briefs,
being held down, but poking out lewdly. I struggled to take my eyes off of
his crotch and they went to Daniel, who was looking at the same thing! His
mouth was slightly ajar and he squinted, almost in amazement. It was a
beautiful, candid moment - the boy was just too sleepy and too young to
have the wherewithal to pull his gaze away from the sight in front of him.

None of it was lost on Jan, who said after a few delicious - baffling -
seconds, "Well, it's rather obvious that I need to have my morning piss!"

I chuckled. "I think the three of us are gonna opt for the woods option
while we're here," I said, recovering. "I don't know about you, but I don't
feel like walking up the hill just to pee!"

"I had the same thought," Jan said, and with that, he was out the door and
we heard his footsteps in the woods. Seconds later, there was the sound of
a stream on the ground and splattering on leaves - a thick stream!

Daniel was recovering from all this, still lying in bed. I arose, with my
own half-mast hard on, and stretched a bit. He stared at me, looked briefly
at my crotch, and then looked away, biting his lip. It was getting hard,
excuse the pun, not to get completely hard. "Don't want to tell you what to
do cause I'm not your boss," I said to him, "but if you want to grab
breakfast, you should get up - it stops at 8:00." It was 7:30 now. Daniel
hesitated, and slowly began to unzip his bag. I went about my business,
putting on my pants and socks. When Daniel climbed out of his bag, I
understood his shyness the night before - he was wearing those underoos or
whatever you call them! They looked like the bottom half of a spiderman
set, dark red with a black web that traced around the front. And...Daniel
had an unmistakable boner under there, that was, as far as I could tell,
sticking straight up. I looked at his crotch, looked at him, and smiled
gently.

"Cool," I said. "I always wanted to have underoos when I was a kid but my
mom always bought me normal white briefs," I lied. There was one boy who
was my friend when I was 8 and 9 and had the superman ones and I thought
they were really childish even at that age; he used to wear them at
sleepovers. And here Daniel was 12! Lucky he wasn't bunking with those
other boys - he would have been mercilessly laughed at.

"Really?" Daniel asked, and sat there with his stiffy.

"Yeah for sure," I said. It's lucky I had on my pants because now I was
more or less completely hard. I turned around and tucked my dick down. Just
then Jan climbed the stairs and burst back in the cabin. He was sexy and
intelligent, Jan, but one thing I would notice more and more about him was
that his movements were always boorish and clumsy - charmingly so. So it
was that he practically tripped over himself coming back in the cabin in
his underwear.

"Whoa..." he mumbled. "Well...dat feels better." He went to his bed and
glanced at Daniel. "Hey - I know these underwears! My - how do you call it
in English - my niece? - wears them."

"Really?" Tom screwed up his face and smiled.

"No...my neff, how do you call that? The boy."

"Your nephew," I said, laughing.

"Yes, my nephew. Sorry," he said, getting dressed now, smiling. "Anyways...
he likes them a lot and I got him the ones for his birthday...how do you
call, the guy who swims in the water?"

"Aquaman," said Daniel, beaming with delight. Right then, I was sure - he
was gay!

"Yeah, Aquaman. You like him too?" he asked Daniel. "They look good. Why
don't you stand up so we can see?" He said it so casually, I honestly
couldn't tell where Jan stood yet - was he reading into any of this the way
I was, perving there on the other side of the cabin, stuffing my pulsing
dick under my pants? Or was he just a nice, tolerant, open-minded straight
Dutch guy?

Daniel stood up slowly and showed us his underwear. He was still hard and
now Jan saw it. Jan whistled in approval, and said, "Looks great. It's the
spiderman, right - they made the movie?"

"Yeah," Daniel said, smiling, and cocked his ass a little to the side. Oh
boy...what was the term for what was taking place here between the three of
us? I had no idea. I just knew it was getting really hot for me. The
cocking of the ass was just Daniel being Daniel - so far everything was
wonderfully innocent still, but that's what made it so erotic. The three of
us were in this space that we were defining, right then and there - the
space we would occupy together for the next three weeks. And what we were
defining was something wonderfully unusual for me, something very loose and
free feeling, something very male-centered, and something very, very
erotic.

"Turn around," said Jan. Daniel, slowly, as if in a trance, did as he was
told, showing us his backside.

"Looks good, Daniel - right, Dave?" said Jan. He smiled at me neutrally - I
couldn't read anything. Was he just trying to be nice to the boy, to let
him know it wasn't weird for an almost teenager to be wearing underwear
made for little kids? He said it so macho and so normal, that he was either
supremely intelligent and erotically charged like I was, or supremely
unaware and clueless. I would find out soon enough.

"Yeah, looks cool, for sure," I offered, trying to sound normal. If this
kept up, I was going to have to jack off before I pissed in the woods!

"Yeah, turn around once more," he said. Another thing was crystal clear for
me regarding Jan: Whatever side of the fence he stood on sexually, he was a
dominant kind of guy - one of those guys who just told other guys what to
do in any situation, sexual or non-sexual, and the other guys just did what
he said. I was always jealous of that type of dominant guy, and often
attracted to them.

Daniel turned around slowly and his dick was, well, harder than ever. "Just
as I thought, Daniel," he said smiling. "You've got the same problem I had
- you better get out there and piss before that thing in your underwear
explodes!"

We chuckled and Daniel turned red. Then he smiled and ran outside. In a few
moments, we heard the trickle of his pee begin.

That's how our first morning at Applewood began, Daniel, Jan and I.