Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2009 15:11:21 +0000
From: Dave Gabriel <pldmt1@gmail.com>
Subject: making music with daniel and jan 7

It was much easier to see Charles again because he didn't have classes with
the rest of the campers. The next day was Monday and I snuck into the
kitchen after lunch, around 1:30.  Charles was there with Mary, wrapping up
some lasagna and putting stuff away. I started flirting with Mary a bit,
moving up behind her while she scrubbed a pot. I pitched in a bit and
scrubbed a large baking pan. We all goofed around for a while and every
time I looked at Charles he smiled. Once, he stuck his finger in some
leftover tomato sauce he was wrapping up and put it in his mouth, sucking
coyly. Hot boy. He looked good and I wanted to have him; I wanted to make
him mine.

"Well, I'm out of here - today's an easy day for me. What're you guys up
to?"

"I've gotta start dinner in 2 hours. Might take a nap," said Mary,
stretching.

"Watcha' doing, Charles?"

"Nothing much," he said.

"You're done here," Mary said. "Go on, get lost," she said, tousling his
hair gently and slapping his ass. Charles' ass was very tempting - not just
to me. It was round and shapely. Today he had on a pair of cut-off jean
shorts and was looking sexy. He wore converse high tops with no socks, and
a band tee-shirt - "My Chemical Romance" I think it was. It was probably a
size too small for him with his chubby paunch, and the bottom of his belly
stuck out enticingly - perfect.

"I'm gonna take a walk - wanna come?" I said, looking at him.

"Who - me?" he said, looking surprised.

"No - that invisible guy over there!" I said, smiling.

He smiled nervously, and after a minute, said, "Sure!" We said goodbye to
Mary and split out the back door. We made our way down the path at a normal
to slow pace. Charles seemed excited, a little lost by the quick turn of
events, and I was certainly excited to be with him, but I was going to try
to be cool. I wasn't going to perv out on him right away and talk about
what happened the day before. Better to tread lightly, always.

Soon we were on a path heading off the grounds. I knew the whole area
pretty well. There were miles of paths around here, and I was taking us
towards an area where people hardly ever went. It was a small clearing that
used to be part of another campgrounds years ago - some summer camp for
kids that had shut down. There were a few run down cabins and an outhouse
of all things still standing, and I had never seen anyone down there
although I imagined local kids came down there to smoke pot and drink beer.

"So what's your cabin like?" I asked, as we walked further from the camp.

"It's really small - just big enough for the two of us and a couple of
things. And it gets really hot and stuffy," he said. He was panting a
little, and I slowed the pace. "It's not bad though."

"It's you and Andrew there, right?"

"Yeah." We walked further. He asked me, "What about you guys? I mean - your
cabin. Is it cool?"

"It's all right. Everybody's got their own bed. And there's some room in
there. We're in the shade, so it actually is cold there in the morning."

"Wow. Yeah."

We started down a little hill and there were some rocks to negotiate
with. I skipped quickly enough down and Charles hesitated. He was just a
little bit of a sissy and I wanted to protect him. "Here," I said. "Take my
hand as you come down and lean our weight onto me if you loose your
balance. I won't let you fall."

He looked at me and then took my hand. It was warm and sweaty,
slippery. "Th-thanks," he said, and skipped carefully down the two or three
rocks, leaning into me a little bit. I squeezed his hand just a bit before
letting it go and he looked straight ahead, with his mouth open just a
little bit. I let his hand go and we continued walking.

"Cool thing about our cabin is that it's far away from everybody else's," I
continued. "We can pretty much do whatever we want."

"Like - what do you mean - do whatever you want?" Charles returned.

"Well it didn't start out that way, but it's pretty much naked time there a
lot," I said, chuckling a little.

"Whoa...get out."

"Yeah. Why not - I mean, it's just us guys, and nobody comes down there."

"But..." I could tell he was digesting this, pretty blown away by picturing
it, and wanting to know just how that worked. "What about Daniel?"

"You mean cause he's younger and all? Yeah - I mean, it wasn't like we all
decided to do it and there's a naked rule in the cabin. I think it kind of
started last week or so because Jan kept on going naked. You know he's
Dutch and Dutch people are more relaxed about that."

He walked and said nothing, clearly impressed with this information. "I
wanna go there," he announced.

"Holland? Yeah. Great place. You'd like it, I'm sure."

We walked further. "But wasn't Daniel - like all embarrassed about his body
at first?"

"Yeah a little. But it's camp after all - you can't keep hiding your body
forever from the other guys." I paused. "I mean - you couldn't keep hiding
your body from me in the shower yesterday, right?" I smiled at him. He
didn't look at me but smiled to himself.

"No..." he said, screwing up his cute face a little. "you wouldn't let me!"

Busted!

"Hey, I was just trying to help you out!" I said.

He said nothing and smiled.

"Daniel's not embarrassed anymore - I think he likes being naked. It's a
good feeling anyways - right?"

There was some silence as we walked slowly. I knew the clearing was up
ahead with a bench to sit in, where the cabin and the outhouse was. We
could stop there. We were both pretty sweaty and sticky now.

"I wish I could go naked like that sometimes," he said, pining. My dick
swelled under my jeans.

"No go with Andrew?" I asked.

"No way," he said glumly. "He's nice and all - he's my uncle - but
he's...he's just boring. We just go to bed every night; nothing much
happens. I wish I was with you guys. That would be cool."

We came to the bench and the clearing. "Let's take a break." We sat down,
panting a little. "Tell you what," I said. "We can go naked a little bit
here."

"What?" he said, looking at me incredulously.

"Hell yeah. I've done it before. This is where people come if they want to
get naked. But there's only a few of us who know about it."

"Who else?"

"Mary, Jan, a couple others."

"You mean, it's like a nudist place?"

"Yeah," I said. "Anyways, nobody ever comes down here. Mary or Jan won't
come down here now anyways because they're both busy. So you don't have to
worry about anyone seeing you except for me - and I've already seen you." I
paused. "Might be a good way for you try it out if it's something you want
to do."

He looked at me and then looked straight ahead. "I'd like to...but...I'm
kind of scared."

"It's cause we're outside, right?"

He nodded, gulping.

"But you know that's what makes it feel good too. Tell you what - I'll go
first - then you. And if you don't want to go further, you just
stop. Whatta you think?"

He sat for a moment, swallowed again, and said, "Okay," quietly.

"Cool," I said. "Cause I wanna loose this shirt already for half an hour."
I stood up, and unbuttoned my flannel shirt. It was such strange weather
here in the Berkshires in August - in the morning it was sweater weather
and then now it was hot like summer. My tee-shirt was pretty sweaty, and it
came off next. I pulled it off, tossing it on the bench. "You?" I said. He
sat there, frozen. "Aw come on shy guy! At least your shirt! That's
nothing!"

He looked down and blushed.

I came towards him and sat next to him. "Hey Charles, let me tell you
something. I really like your body, the way it looks."

"Yeah but I'm fat."

"I just think you look great. Why do think I was so crazy about you in the
shower yesterday?"

"Okay...it's just different if we're outside." With that, he pulled his
black t-shirt slowly over his head. His beautiful rosy tits showed
themselves to me and I couldn't help smiling. He had a little sheen of
sweat below his breasts and under his belly button. I wanted to go over and
start lapping up at him like a dog with my tongue and tried to remain cool.

I kicked off my sneakers next, and then peeled off my socks. Charles
followed suit, bending down to untie his sneakers. He slipped them
off. Next came my jeans. I unbuttoned them, turning to the side a little,
and pulled them down slowly, and off. I was wearing white briefs, and they
were slightly tented. I was trying to keep it down for now but it was
getting harder - literally and figuratively. I came back and sat on the
bench. "C'mere and sit down," I said.

He sauntered over to me and sat next to me. I said nothing. We sat there
and the breeze blew over us. Then he said, quietly, "Will - will you go
first?"

"You mean get naked?"

"Yeah. I wanna see. I wanna see you again. If you do it then I will - I
promise."

"Okay." I stood up in front of him. I pulled down my briefs and slipped out
of them, throwing them on the bench. My dick was kind of chubby but
thankfully not hard - it looked pretty normal. I sat back down. "Feels
good," I said.

Charles undid his shorts then and unzipped them, while sitting down. "I
can't believe I'm gonna do this," he said. He pulled them down with some
effort around his chunky, smooth legs, and they were off. Now he sat in his
briefs and I sat next to him naked. I reached over and rustled his hair.

"Fucking cool right! Naked time," I said.

"Yeah," he answered, and with that, he lifted his round butt off the bench
and pulled down his briefs. His dick was all crinkled up and he looked at
me nervously.

"Awesome man!" I proclaimed and ruffled his hair again. "Now this is more
like it." We sat there for a while and I couldn't stop wanting to try
Charles' briefs on. They were right next to him and were probably a nice
fit for me - maybe even a little loose.

The wind blew over our bodies and it was silent. Finally I turned my head
and looked at him on the bench near me, looked him up and down. "I'm really
glad to be here with you, Charles - thanks for coming on the walk with me."

"Yeah. It's cool for me too."

I reached over and stroked his head and neck with one hand and he froze and
tensed. That okay?"

"Yeah," he said, looking straight ahead, his eyes glowing, his voice
quivering just a little.

I continued to massage his neck. Then he put his arm around my shoulder and
rubbed it and squeezed it. My dick began to harden instantly. "Feels nice,
Charles - your hand on me.

"I like - your hand on me too." I looked down and his teen cock was growing
quickly, jumping up in little beats, straightening itself, hardening.

"Lemme see your hands," I said. I took them in my hands and squeezed
them. His hands were beautiful - just a little chubby but smooth and
delicate, pearly white, and still sweaty. They were trembling almost
imperceptibly. I remembered the first boy I brought to orgasm when I was 12
- he was 11. His whole body trembled just like this when I jerked him to
his dry orgasm. I spread my legs just a bit to let Charles see my
hardness. He looked with open mouth at my dick and then back at his hands
that I held. I took his hands and raised them gently to my mouth, kissing
them lightly. "Beautiful boy," I whispered. Then, very slowly, I raised his
index finger to my mouth, all the while looking at him, and put it in
there. His breath sucked in and he stayed frozen, rigid, his eyes wide. I
sucked gently and rolled my tongue on it.

I took his finger out of my mouth and stroked his hair more. He rubbed my
shoulder. For a 16 year old he was very attentive to his lover. I was
deeply charged by Charles and felt an ardent desire for him. I wanted to
take this shapely boy and breed him right then and there, but the sweet
yearning for him that I felt, mixed with increasing certainty that I would
consummate that desire, was in itself an intoxication.

Charles took my hand then and said, "Can I do that?"

"Please, Charles. Do whatever you want," I said. The ardor in my voice was
strong and I betrayed my desire to him - there was no more staying cool
with him. He knew that I was lost in him. He took my finger and slowly put
it into his mouth, sucking it, pursing his lips. It was so warm and wet,
like a pussy. He sucked gingerly, and I barely felt his teeth brush my
finger. "Oh Charles," I said gruffly. "You suck good. Do you like to suck?"

He nodded, sucking me more. I looked down and saw his cock, rock hard,
twitching.

"Have you sucked cock before, Charles?"

He took my finger out slowly. "Yeah."

"Really?"

He nodded. "But not a guy your age. And...not a dick that big."

"Aw, mine's not so big."

"Well it's fatter and longer than the one I sucked."

I figured it was a classmate and wanted to hear the details, but not now. I
traced his rosy, pretty cheek with my finger and put it on the tip of his
tongue now. He looked at me blankly, waiting. "Do you want to suck my cock,
Charles?" He nodded.

Charles nodded, and raised himself from the bench, trembling. He kneeled
down in front of me and I moved forward. He looked at my dick, pulsing,
standing straight up now, extending from the bench. He took it in his hand
and it jumped for him. "You see how excited I am with you, Charles," I
said. He leaned down and licked the head slowly, tasting. He smacked his
lips lightly and then went down again, taking the head in his mouth
slowly. I sighed with pleasure, feeling his wet lips around my cock. He
looked at me. Our gazes met and our eyes locked. Well, he knew just what to
do - to look at me like that while he sucked me. Charles had trained
himself - probably a little bit from watching bottom boys on porn, I
guessed. He really wanted to do well for me and was clearly a born
cocksucker. He was very careful to avoid scraping me with his teeth, and
slowly moved down more, getting more of my cock in his mouth. He gagged,
and moved away just a little. He looked at me again. My cock tightened
up. It was so hot to have his boy sucking on me, kneeling, looking at me.

With the exception of lovely Jan only several days prior, it had been a
long time since I had had a blow job proper - I usually ended with jerking
my meat which was just fine but sort of predictable if you know what I
mean. But here I was, happily, again - Charles was going to make me come if
he kept this up. In both cases, the turn on was about someone else
supplicating to me, servicing my need. Charles was a really good cocksucker
as well; he was so conscientious - keeping a steady rhythm, and paying
special attention to my head with his tongue. I was pretty sure he wanted
to take my load but I had to ask - this boy was 16 years old after all.

"Do you want to swallow my cum, Charles? I'm getting close," I said,
stroking his cheek.

He looked up at me with his eyes and nodded, sucking. He sucked faster now.

"You're awesome, Charles. I love your...eyes - don't stop - looking at
me..." I moaned. My cock tightened and I felt an incredible slow orgasm
approach. "Don't stop, baby, here comes....sweet - boy." I held his head
gently as I came; he looked at me as my cum shot into his mouth. I watched
him swallow - once, twice.

"Mmmm," he moaned. This boy loved being passive; he was very happy. After
some moments, he moved off my dick and looked at it, then returned, licking
the head.

"Oh Charles...you're so good. So good, baby. C'mere." I gave him my hands
and he took them; I pulled him up off the ground and we stood
together. "Can I kiss you baby?"

"Yeah."

I held his head and tilted it, and began to kiss him. He opened his mouth
and let my tongue enter; I felt him shiver. I tasted my salty cum on his
tongue; for the rest, his breath and tongue tasted great - a little buttery
and almost sweet. We kissed for a good minute. I embraced his round ass and
squeezed it, pinching it just a little. He embraced me back, hugging me and
squeezing me, rubbing his hard stiffy against my leg. It was time to
pleasure my young charge; he had well earned it.

"Sit down on that bench, baby. I'm gonna take care of you."I kneeled on the
ground and waited.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to taste you like you tasted me," I replied. He looked nervous and
excited. He sat down, his dick pointed straight up. It was shiny and I
watched as it twitched. "Lift your legs up for me now, Charles, and hold
them with your arms." He looked surprised.

"But...I'm embarrassed to do that."

"Nu-uh," I said. "Wanna see you, sexy boy." I knew now that Charles liked
to be dominated - it was in his nature. I raised his legs with my arms and
he resisted a little just for a moment, then gave in, letting them go
up. "Hold them there, baby." He obeyed, holding them back with his
hands. Gently, I spread them, and finally, his ass was before me, raised. I
rubbed his cheeks a bit and began to spread them.

"But...You can't do that," he said, tightening.

"Mm hmm!" I said, and spread them. Again, he stopped resisting and
sighed. Now I saw his asshole. It was pink looked very clean. "Beautiful,
Charles," I remarked.

He looked at me in something like alarm and anticipation, with the
beginning of a smile. "You - you like my asshole?" he asked.

"Yeaaahhh..." I said, and then leaned down and began to lick his pink hole
with no more fanfare.

"Ahhh....shit," he exclaimed, bucking up.

"Good?" I queried, pausing and looking up."

"Man...yeah! Never had this done to me. No one has ever...kissed me there."

That was so hot, the way he called it kissing. He was a little romantic. I
submerged again into his glorious hole. There was not a trace of dirty
anything there. Charles was a big boy but very clean, at least today. His
hole tasted like copper and skin, and just a little salty sweat. I licked,
probing with my tongue, pushing in.

"Oh man..." he said. He held on to the sides of the bench for a moment,
steadying himself.

I moved upwards with my tongue, licking his tight, wrinkly ball sac. I
worked my way up the bass of his cock, and then took it easily in my
mouth. Then, I raised my index finger to Charles' mouth. "Suck my finger
again a little, baby, like before." He immediately took my finger in his
mouth and sucked - with passion. I lightly sucked his cock, and licked the
head. It tasty salty with pre cum. I pulled my finger out of his mouth and
brought it to his asshole. "Okay, baby. Push out from your ass like you're
gonna shit." I saw him push. I rubbed my finger around and pushed slightly.

"Ahhh..." he moaned.

"Try again. Take a deep breath." He pushed with his muscle, I pushed with
my finger, and I entered his asshole with my finger.

"Mm," he grunted, muffled, and bucked a bit.

"Good boy," I coached. "You like my finger in your hole?"

"Mmm," he looked at me helplessly, submissively.

I pushed in further, and he tightened, then relaxed. I moved my finger
around, and found his dick with my mouth. I rolled my tongue around his
head, and felt a splash of pre cum as I poked around his hole - I had found
his prostrate. I slowly milked Charles like this for a bit, tasting the
salty liquid that dripped out of his hard penis onto my mouth. He
moaned. "Please...a little faster Dave..." I picked up the pace and now
finger fucked him in earnest. "Mmm. Mmm." His body tightened and he grabbed
my head with some force - really hot - and held it there. His cock twitched
in my mouth, and I began to drink his semen. It was salty and quite thick,
and collected in my throat. I swallowed it steadily.

"Ohh...oh man!" Charles said, trembling all over, looking at me. "No one -
that's the first time for me like that!"

"I'm so glad, Charles. It was fantastic for me as well. You're such a sexy
boy, and you're really a good lover. Do you think you'd want to do this
again?"

"Yeah...yeah!"

"Same time tomorrow?"

"Yeah!"

"Deal." I stood up, sitting down next to him. I took his head in my hands
and leaned over and kissed him more. He eagerly responded. "Taste your cum
baby," I whispered. We kissed for a while. I began to harden again - but
that was enough for today. We dressed and headed back to the camp.