Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2024 22:12:35 +0000 From: Dr. Williams Subject: SHAWN AND LITTLE DANIEL Please support Nifty to keep this free service available. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html DISCLAIMER: This story is complete fiction. Any similarity to any real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. It contains vivid descriptions of fantasy sexual acts between an underage boy and a related adult man. If these fictitious acts offend you please stop reading now. The author does not condone or encourage any of the depicted activities. Do not copy or publish this story without expressed permission from the author. (Gay-Incest/Mb-Con) (British English) Feedback is always welcome. Email: Dr.Williams.Author@proton.me Twitter/X: @DrWill9375 PLEASE NOTE: This story is a sequel to "WOODY & LITTLE DANIEL" (see link below). However you do not have to read the first story to enjoy this one. https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/woody-and-little-daniel/ (Gay: incest)(Mb) "SHAWN & LITTLE DANIEL" By Dr. Williams Chapter 1: Daniel and the Doodle Dance Daniel was my only child. Nine-years-old now, he is small for his age, with dark, wavy hair and a big smile of slightly crooked teeth. His smooth, slender limbs are tanned from plenty of time spent in the sun and he has large, penetrating, dark blue eyes, framed by thick eyelashes that made it look as though he is wearing mascara. I was in my early twenties when I got Daniel's mother pregnant and, at the insistence of her religious father, I was introduced to the term "shotgun wedding". It was the mid-seventies and we lived in a less-than-progressive part of Australia, where having child out of wedlock was socially unacceptable, as was being an irresponsible father. Daniel was born early the following year and was easily the best part of my life, becoming the focus of all my love. My wife and I divorced when Daniel was only three-years-old and we shared custody. His mother went back to University to study and then she returned to the workforce, as a nurse, taking on a lot of shift work. Eventually this meant that the majority of my son's time was spent with me. And we somehow made the situation work. My name is Shawn and I am now thirty-years-old. I'm six-foot-two, with a somewhat muscular body, strong from playing sport and working as a furniture delivery driver. I'm not what you would call 'chiselled' but my chest and shoulders were broad and my limbs were thick and meaty. I've been told I'm not-bad looking, with light-brown hair, a strong nose, dark green eyes and a decent smile. I wasn't overly hairy; my arms and legs were dusted with a light coating of soft bristles, while my chest and arse were smooth, aside from a few faint wisps of hair. My cock is just under eight inches and cut, with a healthy circumference. I wasn't hung like a porn-star but it had earned me the nickname "Donkey" at my local Australian Rules football club, where I had played since before I was married. I was already the tallest man on the team, an imposing figure on and off the field, and I secretly enjoyed the attention my dick received in the change-rooms, catching men glance down at my crotch. One of my ex-wife's friends had remarked to her that I look well-endowed in my tight football shorts. And there was someone else who seemed to be in awe of my manhood. My Son. Nudity at home was not a rare thing. I had bathed with Daniel as an infant many times and slept naked so there were plenty of opportunities for him to catch me without clothing. I rarely shut the bathroom door when I was showering and often, while towelling myself dry, I would find my Daniel standing in the doorway, watching me with a smile. From a young age Daniel began to focus intently on my groin, his eyes fixated on my flaccid dick. He was only a boy and I figured he was simply curious about the difference between my penis and his own small member. My cock must have looked enormous to my tiny son and I seem to vaguely remember staring at my own father's genitals for the same reason as a child. I initially found it amusing, and would sometimes shake my hips at him to make my cock bounce and sway between my legs, which made him giggle and smile. "It's a doodle-dance!" I once said to him when I did this, 'Doodle' being the word we used to talk about the penis. And from that moment on, he would cry out "Doodle Dance!" whenever I shook my junk in front of him. For a while this became almost routine and I found myself enjoying the attention, feeling strangely proud that my son seemed to find me so impressive. But Daniel's obsession did not seem to abate. After he started school he asked me to join him in the tub at bath-time, like I had when he was a toddler, and when I agreed, I would see him watching me carefully as I undressed. His eyes always lit up when I pulled my underwear down and revealed my meat to him, and they stayed fixed on my groin as I gingerly stepped into the water to join him. Even after my dick vanished beneath the surface, Daniel would openly stare at my crotch, watching my penis bob up and down. "You like looking down there, don't you?" I asked him once as I shampooed his hair. "Your doodle is really big, Daddy," he said to me and gave me a grin, squinting at me to avoid getting suds in his eyes. I'm not going to lie. That's the kind of positive feedback a man likes to hear and I distinctly remember my cock swelling a little in response. "Aw, thanks, little mate," I said, giving a little chuckle. "It's just normal size though." "Will mine be like that?" "Yeah," I said, glancing down at his tiny little 'doodle', which was rigid between his legs. Was this exciting him? "When you grow up. You will be just as big, I promise." I saw Daniel nod and then his small hand began move under the water, reaching towards my penis. "Daddy -" "Time to get that shampoo off!" I said, interrupting him, feeling a small, unexpected tremor of fear. The distraction worked and my son looked up at me, pulling his hand back from between my legs. As I carefully began to rinse the suds away from his hair, Daniel closed his eyes and waited patiently for me to finish. Which I was grateful for; my cock was now fully erect and the head had breached the surface of the water. I felt strangely light-headed as I continued to touch my son's head, massaging his scalp, aware of his nudity and soft skin, as if for the first time. His praise of my dick had flipped a switch in my brain and was the surprising cause of my erection. I wasn't gay. And I didn't think I was attracted to little boys. But the titillating thought of my little son touching my adult penis had lit something up inside me. It was forbidden. Taboo. And he was seemingly interested and available. I got drunk that night, feeling conflicted about what had almost happened. Why had it affected me so? My sex life had dried up after the divorce. I knew I was hungry for some intimacy and attention. But from my son? Before going to bed, Daniel got up onto the couch, dressed in his thin 'Superman' pyjamas, and climbed on top of my chest, his little arms wrapping around my neck. "Goodnight, Daddy," he said in a small voice, sounding tired. I instinctively wrapped my arms around him, feeling his tiny body pressing against my torso. "Goodnight, Danny-boy," I said, slurring a little as my nose dropped and nuzzled his neck. I let my whiskers graze against his soft skin, causing a small burst of high-pitched giggles. "That tickles, Daddy!" As I picked him up and carried him to his bedroom, I realised that my dick was hard as a rock, once again. That night, laying in bed, I moved the sheets away from my body and fondled my hard dick. My alcohol-soaked brain was temporarily uninhibited by parental responsibility and I allowed my imagination to venture into sinister territory. I visualised myself in Daniel's bedroom, naked and erect, my hand holding the base of my shaft as I guided to head of my cock into the willing, open mouth of my little boy. I let out a little groan as my fingers glided over the head of my penis, imagining it was Daniel's sweet lips covering my knob and his warm tongue lapping at my meat. I came all over my chest shortly after, picturing my cum flooding my son's small mouth. Afterwards I struggled to get to sleep, overcome by the powerful, and disturbing, incest fantasy I had experienced. I took a long break from drinking after that night. And I resisted Daniel's further attempts to get me into a bath with him. I could not explain the reaction I felt to my son's interest in my genitals. And I tried my best to not think about it. It was a while after this that it finally occurred to me that Daniel could be gay. I had dismissed his fascination with my cock as childish curiosity. But there were other small signs, too numerous to list, that began to put the jigsaw puzzle together for me. I initially found it a little troubling and was upset at first. Not that I had anything against gay people. But it was contrary to what I had expected for his future, and that took a while to overcome. It was also the beginning of the 1980s and still quite a frowned-upon lifestyle. Where we lived, in a small town in regional Australia, most gay men had to live a closeted life or risk being a social outcast. And yet, despite these concerns, I made no attempts to hide my body from his gaze. In fact, I swear that I put more effort into being nude just so he could spy on me. I still left the bathroom door open and I knew, with absolute certainty, that he would always find a reason to walk past as I was drying myself with a towel. That he would stare at my naked body and pay particular attention to my adult penis, which I would shake for him to do the "Doodle-Dance". And I craved the attention. The kind of attention I had hoped for from a female partner. For some perverse reason I got a thrill from knowing that my son, at least, admired my physicality. And that he was looking at my cock as an object of desire. Even if he did not fully understand that yet. And just once in a while, I would hide myself in the garage at the back of our property and stroke my dick while thinking about my little boy. I would allow myself to access those dark fantasies of mine and imagine he and I, naked, while he let me enjoy his smooth, tiny body. The scenarios I imagined began quite tame, with Daniel using his hand and mouth to play with my meat until I came. Eventually my masturbation fantasies progressed and I visualised myself invading my son's hot, tight little arsehole with my hard cock. At the start of 1981 I started a new job with a furniture delivery business in a nearby town. My new boss was a friendly guy who everyone called 'Woody'. He was almost forty, owned the business and had his house on the same lot, with his wife and two teenagers. He was shorter than myself, about 5'10", with dark hair, Dark-blue eyes and a solid, muscular build. Woody's face was dominated by a neatly shaped nose, a trimmed beard and a very engaging smile, which people seemed to naturally warm to. That same summer, my son and I went to Woody's home for a barbecue one weekend. Daniel ended up spending time with Niles, Woody's thirteen-year-old son, and they disappeared into the house a few times. Niles was a nice looking kid, on the cusp of puberty, with blonde hair and a heavier build, like his mother. On the drive home that evening, Daniel revealed that he had seen Niles' penis. "How did that happen?" I asked, concerned that something bad had taken place. Daniel just shrugged. "I asked him if I could look at it." I was taken aback by his casualness. "Why, mate?" "I wanted to see if he had any hair around his doodle." He paused. "Did I do something wrong?" I glanced over to see him frowning at me. "Nothing wrong, Dan-Dan. It's just...I don't know how Woody might feel about that. Niles is his little boy and..." "Are you going to tell him?" Daniel asked, sounding alarmed. "No," I said quickly. "No, I won't. It's just...some people can be sensitive about nudity and things like that. I don't know Woody well enough to know how he would react. But, just in case, it might be better if we just keep this a secret. You know what a secret is, don't you, little mate?" He nodded, grinning at me. "It's when you can't tell anyone. Mummy taught me." As we pulled into the drive I surprised myself when I asked Daniel, "So, did Niles have any hairs?" My son giggled. "Only a few. He doesn't look grown up yet." Later that year Daniel attended one of my football matches and my sister looked after him while I played. After the game, she sent my son into the change rooms to find me. I was in the shower and had no idea he was there initially, until one of my teammates poked me in the ribs to get my attention. "Isn't that your boy?" he asked, pointing. I followed the direction of his gaze and saw Daniel standing in the middle of change room area, his eyes looking at the bodies of my naked teammates as they towelled themselves dry. He seemed to be making no secret of the fact that he was staring mostly at their 'doodles', as he called them. That night, after a skin-full of beer, and Daniel had gone to bed, I jerked my dick, imagining that one of those men was secretly molesting my little boy. That one of those perverts was taking advantage of his interest and feeding their adult cock into my child's mouth, flooding his throat with their cum. Living without sex hard for me. Everything had ended with the divorce. A separated man with a ex-wife and custody of a small boy was hardly considered "a catch" in this small town. My sister, who often babysat Daniel while I was at work, had her own life so I was rarely able to go out of an evening. This meant finding a woman to have casual sex with was virtually impossible for me. One Friday night, Daniel and I played a board game and then watched some television. I was drinking beer, dressed only in a tight pair of blue football shorts and a tank-top. My drinking had increased again and, that night, I soon lost track of the amount of alcohol I'd consumed. Daniel had asked to stay up and I had let him, my drunken brain clocking his eyes as they watched the bulge in my crotch. My ego was still being stroked by my son's adoration and my dick responded, stiffening in my underwear and causing Daniel's eyes to widen as it pressed against the fabric of my shorts. "Daddy? Is your doodle bigger?" he asked me, and I laughed, glancing down between my legs. "Looks like it is," I said, my voice slurring a little. "Bigger and harder." "Why does it get like that?" "A couple of reasons," I said, grinning at him. "You'll understand when you get older." "Does it hurt?" "No. Not at all. The opposite, actually." Perv that I must be, I shifted my hips forward a little to emphasise the size of my bulge, as if to make sure it would hold Daniel's attention. My son looked confused. "So it feels good?" I felt my dick throb in response to his question. "It can feel really good." "Can I see?" he asked, looking up at me with his dark-blue eyes. "Can I see your doodle like that?" I almost felt the universe slow down at that moment, time stretching out as my intoxicated brain tried to make a 'reasoned' decision. Rationally I knew that it would be inappropriate to let my small son see my erection. But my hormones were in control as my thumbs moved under the elastic of my shorts and began to pull them down, revealing the fabric of my underwear and the outline of my hard dick. I continued moving them until they were resting around my ankles and then I sat back. "Dan-Dan," I said, my voice low. "If I show you my d...my doodle, all hard like this...you have to promise not to tell anyone. Okay?" "Why?" "Because... well, Daddy could get in trouble." "Is it naughty?" he asked, wearing a worried expression. I grinned at him, reaching out to stroke the side of his face. "It is, a little bit." Daniel giggled, showing me his mouthful of slightly crooked teeth and I saw a glint in his eye. "I can keep a secret," he said in a whisper. "Good boy," I whispered back, my heart pounding as I lowered my underwear and revealed my swollen, adult cock to my son. It sprang back against my stomach, achingly hard and twitching slightly as my little boy stared at it, his eyes widening in open fascination. "Daddy," he said. "It's so big! Your doodle is really, really big!" My manhood throbbed again as I was titillated by his words. "Thank you, little mate. I'm...I'm glad you like it." "And you have hair down there." "You've seen that before." I swear I saw my son lick his lips before asking, "Can I touch it?" Okay, Shawn! Here's the moment. Let him do it. Let the kid put his hand on your meat and cum all over his tiny fingers. It's what he wants! "Um," I said, after a pause. "I could get in a lot of trouble if you do that." Daniel looked crestfallen. "Oh," he said, his voice very quiet. "But I promise I won't tell Mummy. Or anyone." Aw, hell. "Please, Daddy." "Well, maybe, just a little bit. But I mean it. This has to be our little secret, okay?" I said and Daniel nodded enthusiastically. "Okay, Dan. You can touch it, if you want." Wasting no time, my boy leaned closer to me and his tiny hand reached towards my crotch, his fingers making contact with my sensitive flesh. I sucked in my breath as I felt the warmth of his touch on my dick. He did not let go but looked up at my face. "Did that hurt you?" he asked. "Oh no, Danny," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "It feels really good." Daniel responded by squeezing his digits around my shaft, making my cock throb in appreciation. He smiled broadly as I let out a groan of pleasure. "It feels really hot, Daddy," said Daniel. "Yeah, it is. It feels...it feels really nice with your hand on it, Dan-Dan." "It's like a sausage," Daniel said, as if to himself, while he inspected the adult penis in his hand. "A really big Daddy sausage." In my drunken state I almost came when he said that. "Yours will be just like it when you get older." "Yeah?" "Yeah, little mate." The image in front of me was intoxicating. My small son, his little fingers around the shaft of my cock as he looked at it with such admiration. I don't think I had ever felt so masculine and I couldn't understand why this was turning me on so much. Oh man, I wanted to instruct him on how to jerk me off. I wanted to feel those tiny hands working up and down my dick, pleasuring me until I lost control and blew a load onto my boy's pretty little face. Shawn! What the fuck? He's your son. I sighed, torn between my fatherly responsibilities and the pent up horniness I had been experiencing. "Dan-Dan?" "Yes?" "Would you like to have a special...cuddle with Daddy?" Daniel's eyes widened and he looked up at me with a look of curiosity. "A cuddle?" "Yeah," I said and shifted slightly, moving my dick away from his hand, and sitting up. I lifted my arms and took my tank-top off, exposing my bare chest to my son. I then kicked off my shorts and underwear and then sat back on the couch, completely naked. I took a moment to let Daniel take in my nudity, which he was, his eyes almost bulging as he looked at the rest of my body. "You're naked, Daddy," he said quietly, a little smile playing on his face as he looked me over. I shuffled closer to him. "Lift your arms," I instructed. Daniel's arms went up and I carefully pulled off his pyjama top, revealing the soft, tender skin of his small chest and belly. He shivered slightly and I pulled him close to me, wrapping my arms around his torso. "I'll keep you warm, I promise, Dan-Dan." He turned his head to look up at me and gave me a big smile and I took a moment to luxuriate in the erotic feeling of his small, smooth body in my arms. I pressed my hips forward and felt my swollen dick brush up against the side of his leg, causing me to groan in pleasure. "I love you so much, little mate," I whispered into his ear and I felt him nod. "I love you too, Daddy." I reached down and began to pull at his pyjama bottoms. "Here, help me, Danny. Take these off as well." Daniel obeyed me and took over, lifting his hips and pulling the garment down to his ankles, exposing his tiny, hairless genitals and the perfect curve of his little bum. His cut penis was fully erect, smaller than my little finger, standing rigid above his cute, hairless balls. I took this in, acknowledging that he was clearly excited by what was happening. I let go of him for a moment, pulling his pyjama bottoms away from his feet and he was finally as naked as I was. He blushed a little, as if shy, and I took him back into my warm embrace, circling my arms around him and kissing the top of his head. "You are..." I began to say. "So..." "Is this the special cuddle?" Daniel asked, interrupting me. I sighed, nuzzling into his dark hair. "Almost," I said and then twisted a little, moving back so that I was laying lengthways on the couch. I pulled Daniel so that he ended up on top of me. "Just rest there," I said, my arms surrounding him and pressing his small frame against my bare chest. He wiggled around a little as he found a comfortable position and his legs ended up mashing into my groin. I sighed, the warmth of his silky skin making my nerves tingle. "Oh, Dan-Dan," I whispered, my chin resting on top of his head. "You're such a good little boy." "I can feel your doodle, Daddy," he said quietly, his face pressed into my chest, tickling me a little. My free hand snaked down under him to take hold of my dick, grabbing the shaft and squeezing it, feeling it throb in my hand. "Daddy's just going to put his doodle somewhere special," I said to Daniel as I lifted my hips, my cock spreading his legs apart. Daniel, as if sensing what I intended, moved a little to accommodate me and I let go of my meat, feeling it enveloped in the warmth of his smooth thighs. "Like that, Daddy?" he asked in a quiet voice. "That perfect, little mate," I said. I used my hand to gently press his legs back together, noting they were now a little damp with sweat, and the tip of my dick poked out the other side, brushing up against his bum. I paused in this position, breathing deeply as I was overcome with the rush of sensations. My cock was sandwiched between his legs, the engorged head pressing into the softness of his arse-crack. "Oh, fuck," I whispered. "That's a naughty word, Daddy," Daniel said. "We're allowed to use naughty words when we have a cuddle. Danny, I'm going to move my doodle like this," I said and shifted my hips, pulling my dick out a little. Then I thrust upwards, sighing as I felt the moist skin of his thighs cling to my cock, grazing the sensitive flesh. "Oh, little mate..." "Your doodle feels like a log, Daddy," said Daniel. I repeated the movement, letting out a loud groan as delicious sensations rippled through me. "Does it hurt?" I asked, beginning to thrust in regular movements, fucking my little boy's thighs. "No, Daddy," Daniel whispered and his head rested on my chest. I leaned down and kissed the top of his head, pushing my hips up with extra force. "Oh, Dan-Dan," I said, panting, the tip of my cock brushing up against the crack of my son's little bum. "Your doodle's touching my bottom!" Daniel exclaimed. "Yeah, little mate," I said, pushing upwards with extra passion. I was leaking some pre-cum and this served to lubricate my son's thighs and arse-crack, making it slippery and further increasing the sensations on my knob. "Oh, this is...a good cuddle, son. You're such a good boy, Dan-Dan," I whispered, barely able to speak as I fucked my son's small legs, his cum-smeared bottom massaging the tip of my manhood with each upwards thrust. Shawn. What are you doing? I could feel Daniel's genitals pressing into my belly, his nail-like penis poking me with each of my thrusts. Goddamn, that beautiful kid. He obviously loved this. I don't think I'd ever been with someone that was as into my body as much as Daniel was. "Oh, Dan-Dan," I said, closing my eyes and moaning loudly as I felt waves of ecstasy flood my body. We continued this for a while, Daniel's small frame jiggling around as the blunt end of my penis thrust upwards, trying to penetrate his smooth arse-cheeks. My large hands gripped him, one on his shoulder and the other on the curve of his tiny arse. My balls smacked up against the top of his legs as my movements became more frantic and impassioned. "Almost there, little man," I said, panting furiously as the muscles of my crotch began to twitch and spasm, my nuts tingling. "What?" Daniel asked, sounding confused. I hadn't had the chat with him about ejaculation. And part of me was looking forward to surprising him. "Are you ready for Daddy's special cream?" "Uh..." Daniel murmured, panting a little as my knob prodded repeatedly at his arse crack. "Almost there...you're such a good little boy" I said, grunting, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. Daniel let out a small yelp as I pulled him close to me, almost crushing him with my arms as I thrust up hard. The force I used caused the head of my dick to spread his cheeks just a fraction more and the greasy skin of his little arse massaged my sensitive glans. "Daddy!" cried Daniel, seemingly in distress. "Christ!" I said, burying my face into his head of dark hair, my breathing heavy as my orgasm arrived and my cock began to throb. "Oh, Danny..." I hissed, groaning loudly as waves of intense pleasure overtook me, my senses pinging as the semen exploded from my dick, splashing against my little boy's tiny arsehole. I felt Daniel jolt in my arms as the warm liquid hit his little anus, lubricating the skin as the head of my dick continued to thrust against him. "Fuck..." I said, my voice barely audible, lost in the ecstasy of my ejaculation. More cum erupted, this time while the head was between his legs, wetting his thighs and leaking onto my shaft. I savoured the delicious sensation of his slimy skin on my meat as my throbbing dick continued to press upwards, trying to enter his forbidden zone. After I finished flooding my son's crotch with my spunk, I eventually stopped thrusting between his legs and relaxed my iron grip on his shoulder and arse. I panted furiously, sucking in air as I came down from the intense bliss of my orgasm. "Daddy, did you wee on me?" I heard Daniel ask quietly. He was breathing heavily and lifted his head to look at me. "Uh, no, little mate," I said. "My bottom feels wet." "That's - that's Daddy's special milk." "Milk?" I grinned. "Yeah." I said, my breathing easing a little. "Daddies make it when their doodles get the good feeling." Daniel clearly didn't understand. And I was too drunk to give him a decent explanation, which he deserved. I saw him jolt as I pulled my hips back and dislodged my wet dick from between his legs. "That tickles, Daddy," he said, giving me a grin. I stroked his arm lovingly and then leaned down to kiss his shoulder as a warm glow enveloped me. "Thank you," I whispered as my lips tasted the sweat on his soft skin. "Did I make you happy, Daddy?" Daniel asked after a few moments. "So, so happy, Dan-Dan. That felt wonderful." I took Daniel to the bathroom afterwards, cleaning away the semen from between his legs and tiny bottom. It was then that I noticed that his little dick was still rock-hard. Post-orgasm, my sense of reason was returning. Part of me felt that I should make an effort to bring pleasure to my son and show him what penises are capable of. Especially after what I had just done to him. But the idea of molesting him further suddenly seemed unappealing. I put him to bed after cleaning him up and sat with him while he rested his head on the pillow. I stroked his hair, feeling a lot of conflicting emotions in my drunken state. "Danny," I said. "What happened..." "It's okay, Daddy. I know I can't tell anyone. It's our little secret." I nodded, welling up a little with tears. "Thank you, little mate. Daddies aren't... Daddies aren't supposed to do that with their little boys." "Why?" "Because...some people think it's wrong." "Will we get in trouble?" It was a good question. And my primary cause of concern. While I hadn't physically hurt him, I knew that I had taken advantage of Daniel's interest in my body to satisfy my own sexual needs. And that is exactly how my ex-wife, and the law, would see it. I shook my head and smiled at him. "No. Not if we keep it a big secret. Especially from Mummy." Daniel nodded his understanding. I went to sleep that night, my beer-soaked brain swimming in lurid imagery. My small son, sitting naked in my lap, his face screwing up in pain as I slowly pushed his little bum down onto my swollen cock, penetrating his tiny anus. I awoke with the hangover from hell, the events of the previous night rushing back at me as I staggered out to the kitchen and made myself a coffee. "Gotta stop drinking," I muttered to myself as I took my first sip of coffee. Clarity, it seemed, was like a loud, annoying bell thumping in my head, fighting my pounding headache for attention. Oh, Danny! What had I done? While I stood in the shower, letting the water alleviate some of my hangover pain, I scolded myself for my selfish behaviour and made an oath to never touch Daniel again. And yet, after I stepped out of the shower and dried myself, Daniel appeared in the doorway, as usual. He was rubbing his eyes, fresh from waking up, and I could see him staring at my cock again. And instead of covering my genitals with the towel, I shook my hips at him, making my cock jump around for his enjoyment. "Doodle Dance!" Daniel sang out, smiling at me brightly. How the hell would I ever keep myself from touching him again? To be continued...