Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2024 01:15:34 +0000 From: Dr. Williams Subject: SHAWN AND LITTLE DANIEL 2 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 related/unrelated adult men. 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/bb-Con) (British English) Feedback is always welcome. Email: Dr.Williams.Author@proton.me Twitter/X: @DrWill9375 "SHAWN & LITTLE DANIEL" By Dr. Williams Chapter 2: Peeping Tom And Chocolate Bars 1982 It was the beginning of the year, just after Daniel's birthday. At that point, nothing further had happened between my Daniel and I, sexually. My son remained seemingly obsessed with my naked body and I still indulged him when he would watch me after a shower, shaking my hips to make him cry out, "Doodle-Dance!". But I had felt incredibly conflicted about our one 'experience' and had resisted the temptation to further explore Daniel's interest in men. Why? I'd like to say 'guilt' but I know better than that. In my experience people often said they felt 'guilty' but what they were really experiencing was a fear of their misdeeds being discovered. Which was especially true for me. I knew Daniel wouldn't be traumatised. I wouldn't allow it. But I was very cautious about having the truth uncovered somehow and being judged for it. Daniel did eventually ask me if he could touch my penis again. He had gotten out of bed, late on a Saturday night, and found me in the living-room alone, drinking beer and watching television. I gave him a hug as he got on the couch with me and snuggled in my arms. When he asked the question, I felt my cock lurch in my pants and I took a few moments to respond. Several months had passed and I was beginning to wonder if he even remembered it happening. I should have known better. "No, Dan-Dan. We...we can't do that again, little mate." His little face crumpled and he looked hurt. "But why?" I stroked his arm, struggling to find the right words. "I...I really shouldn't have let you touch it last time. Daddies aren't supposed to do that with their little children." "But I was a good boy. I didn't tell Mummy." "I know, Danny. I'm sorry. I just...I can't." "Don't you love me?" Daniel asked, his bottom lip trembling a little. I hugged him a little tighter, kissing the top of his head. "Oh, little mate, I love you more than anything. You know that. You're my favourite little boy in the whole world." Daniel nodded. "I love you too, Daddy." And then pulled away from me, getting off the couch. "I'm going back to bed," he said, his voice very quiet, and I watched his tiny frame walk out of the room. Oh, fuck! Here I was again, my dick hard over the thought of my son touching it. And I had rejected him and made him sad. I briefly thought of my own father; a farmer and former soldier in the Australian Army. He'd been a cold, stubborn, angry man and his idea of affection was not beating my siblings and I at Christmas. I knew he would be horrified if he found out his eldest grandson was possibly gay. I imagined how he would react if he knew I had let Daniel touch my cock and I couldn't help but grin. The next morning, after my shower, I was disappointed to find that Daniel wasn't waiting to watch me dry myself off. It was almost a tradition between us and I felt a strong pang of regret for turning him down the night before. It seemed, for now, that the magic of the "Doodle-Dance" was over. Soon after this I had new neighbours move in next-door. Graham and his nine-year-old son, Luke. Graham was a surly, hard-drinking man, short in stature and patience, and seemed to spend most of his free time yelling at his son. He was in his mid-thirties, standing at around 5'8", with a mass of tightly curled dark hair and a thick, overgrown beard. We spoke occasionally but I had found him too negative to spend too much time with. Daniel and Luke went to the same school and began to hang out with each other on the weekends. Luke was a cocky little kid, with a head full of blond, curly hair, big hazel-coloured eyes and a smile than looked more like a sneer. He liked to boss Daniel around, which really irritated me, but my son seemed to be fine with their dynamic so I did not stop them playing together. I had noticed that Luke seemed to spend most of his time at our house, sometimes sleeping over, and I asked Daniel why he rarely went next door. "His Daddy is always angry," said Daniel. I was pulling his curtains closed, as he always failed to do so himself, then sat on the edge of his bed, preparing to say goodnight to him. "Oh. He doesn't get angry at you, does he?" Daniel shook his head. "No, just at Luke. He's always getting in trouble for something." "Does he punish Luke? In front of you, I mean." I had heard Graham yelling often enough. I didn't like the thought of my son witnessing any domestic violence. "He spanks him, really hard. And..." "And?" "Oh. Nothing," said Daniel. "But that's why he usually comes here." A few weeks after this conversation I took Daniel to a work barbecue, held in one of the local forest reserves. After we had eaten, I was smoking a cigarette by myself in a secluded area when I saw Daniel disappearing into the nearby men's toilets. About a minute later I saw Woody come out of the same toilets with an odd look on his face, his hand adjusting the lump in his trousers. He paused a moment, as if contemplating something, then moved quickly away, rejoining the other staff. I waited a moment, watching the toilets, then moved towards the building. Once inside, I heard a flushing sound and saw Daniel's small frame emerging from one of the cubicles. He looked startled to see me. "Danny!" I said, smiling brightly. "Sorry, little mate. I was wondering where you were." "Just having a wee, Daddy," he said, moving to the wash basin. "Did you see Woody in here?" Daniel turned on the tap and began rinsing his hands under the water. "Yeah. He was doing a wee as well." "You didn't...you know...?" I asked. "What?" Okay, he was going to make me say it. "You didn't stare at his doodle, did you?" His body stiffened as he ripped some paper towelling from the dispenser, drying his hands. He then looked up at me, smiling. "No, Daddy," he said, his voice light. Then he began to move past me, adding, "But it looked really big though." Bigger than mine? After Daniel left I stepped up to the urinal trough and took out my dick to take a piss. While the pale yellow liquid erupted from my penis, I looked back at the entrance and frowned. How had Daniel seen Woody's cock? It was difficult, at this angle, to see anything from the door. I turned slightly, so that my pissing dick was visible from the entrance, and realised my boss must have done the same thing to allow my boy to see his adult prick. It was not the first time I'd wondered if Woody was gay. More than once I'd caught him glancing down at my crotch while we were working or having a cigarette during our break times. I wore reasonably tight jeans and my cock seemed to be prominent in them. I also played Australian Rules Football on the weekends and when Woody came to one of the games, I couldn't help but notice him checking out the bulge my dick was making in the tight shorts. Now my ego was okay with this kind of attention. And I didn't really care if Woody was secretly gay, or bi, or whatever. I was kind of kinked-out to think he might be secretly fantasising about having sex with me. Although I hoped I was the dominant partner in any fantasy he might be entertaining. But did his interest extend to little boys? Afterward, while Woody and I were sharing a beer, he mentioned the incident to me. "Sorry, mate. Danny may have accidentally got an eyeful," Woody said, smiling awkwardly. "Hmm," I said, giving him a grin to cover my nervousness. "Don't worry about it, Woody. He's seen me naked plenty of times. He probably stared a bit, didn't he?" I saw a flash of something pass across Woody's eyes. "Ah, well - um, no. No. Not that I noticed," he said, fumbling over his words. I knew that my son had indeed been staring but I couldn't tell if that's what was making my boss so uncomfortable. "He's a...well, he's a funny boy sometimes," I said and steered the conversation elsewhere, for which he seemed grateful. Although the idea of Daniel staring at Woody's cock lingered on in my mind for some reason. The year progressed nicely, with my job going well. Now he was a little older, Daniel would go home to Luke's house after school, which reduced the need for my sister to babysit. He would come home when my day was over, running from next door and up the driveway to greet me with a big hug. Daniel had started to struggle with reading so I took him shopping for some books. He chose some Dr. Who novelisations, as he was a big fan of the show, and this proved to be the key to improving his reading ability. Each night I would sit with him in bed while he read a chapter of the story to me. Over the months he got better and better, getting to the point where I didn't even bother to follow the text with him. I had plenty of questions about the monsters in the stories and was delighted as Daniel told me what he knew, his face lighting up with excitement. Towards the end of the year, as summer began in Australia, I had ducked out to the backyard for a cigarette one evening. I usually smoked outside the back door but on warm nights I liked to walk around the yard, alone with my thoughts. It was after 9.00PM so it was dark, which made me notice a soft light coming from Daniel' bedroom. I normally closed his curtains for him, as he never did it himself, but I hadn't this evening, as Luke was staying the night. I don't think my son realised how visible this made his room from the outside of the building. I figured he and Luke were probably still playing games or talking. I walked towards the window, thinking I might tap on it, to let him know it was time his lights were out. What I saw stopped me in my tracks. Illuminated by Daniel's bedside lamp, I could make out nine-year-old Luke, laying on my son's bed, his underwear pulled down and his pyjama top pulled up. His belly and thighs were exposed and I sucked in my breath as I saw Daniel between his legs, his mop of dark brown hair moving as his head bobbed up and down on Luke's dick! What the hell? "Fuck..." I said to myself quietly as I watched the sordid scene in front of me. I had almost forgotten about my cigarette and quickly took a puff, hoping the light of the ember would not alert the boys to my presence. Luke's eyes were partially closed, his head angled towards his groin, watching my son lavish attention on his genitals. I stood there watching, my cock getting hard in my pants, despite my conflicted feelings. Luke was molesting my son. And yet...he was still a child himself. 'Molestation' was probably a little harsh. How long had he and Daniel been sexual with each other? Where the hell did Luke learn about oral sex? I knew I should have been putting a stop to it. But... what was the harm, really? My eyes became fixed on my son's head, watching his lips moved up the small organ before plunging down the full length, his mouth almost engulfing Luke's tiny balls. He was essentially deep throating his friend, although the boy's nail of dick was probably smaller than my little finger. Why did I feel an uneasy sense of pride that Daniel appeared to be so damn good at what he was doing? My son, the cocksucker. I butted out my cigarette and then I spied Luke leaning back, his chest rising and falling, a look of bliss on his young face. Was he having an orgasm? Fuck, could that happen to a child that age? Was Luke's pre-pubescent prick spasming in my little boy's mouth? My neighbour's son reached out and pulled Daniel's head down into his groin, appearing to be lost in the sensations, his hips rising to push as much cock as possible into my boy. Daniel was a champion and held his place without resistance, pressed into the hairless crotch of nine-year-old Luke. I figured Daniel was making small choking sounds and felt my cock twitch at the thought. What kind of gagging would go on if...it was me? I had an aching erection now and I quickly retreated to the garage to take care of it. I had set up a comfortable seat in the far corner, hidden by a partial wall, and I was soon sitting there, my jeans around my ankles as I fondled my aching meat, stroking it steadily. In my mind's eye I was picturing Daniel, his smooth little body between my hairy legs, his lips obscenely stretched around the girth of my cock as I fucked his face. I imagined his eyes watering as he struggled for air, tears running down his cheeks and onto my meat... And then my dick erupted in my hand, spraying several strands of cum onto my chest and belly. I went back inside then and made a mental note to check the back yard more often of an evening. I contemplated confronting Daniel about his sexual exploration with Luke but shied away from bringing the topic up. Perversely I felt as if I'd let him down by preventing him from touching my cock again. At least he was exploring the same interest with a child close to his own age. But I determined that I still had to discuss it with him, even if only to check that he wasn't being pressured into sucking his friend's little dick. I somehow doubted it. Opportunity presented itself unexpectedly soon after that. I was home alone, on a Saturday afternoon, when the doorbell rang. I had downed several beers at this point and was mildly drunk. I opened the door to find Luke, peering up at me with his signature sneer. "Is Danny home?" "Sorry, mate. He's at his Mum's today." "Okay," said the boy and turned to leave. "Luke?" I said and the kid swung back to look at me. "Can you come in for a minute? I need to talk to you." He hesitated, frowning. "Why?" "Just come in," I said. "No," said Luke and turned once again to leave. "I know about the things you and Daniel get up to." The nine-year-old froze in his tracks. Luke's eyes narrowed a moment, as if struggling to think, then widened dramatically as he seemed to realise what I meant. I watched as his expression changed and his cheeks turned a crimson colour. A few moments later we were seated in my living room, Luke on the couch and me on the recliner on the other side of the room. Despite my need to know if he was 'abusing' my son, the taboo nature of such a discussion, between an adult and a small child, was unexpectedly filling my dick with blood. "Did Daniel tell you?" he asked, sitting forward and almost spitting the words out, his lips tightening together. "He didn't tell me anything," I said, attempting a smile. "I haven't spoken to Daniel about it." I wasn't about to tell him about the open curtains of Daniel's bedroom. "Let's just say that you weren't being very quiet." "Oh," said Luke and sat back in his seat, waiting a few moments. "Are you going to tell my Dad?" he asked. "No," I said. "I don't want you to get in trouble. But I want some information.". Luke frowned at me. "Did you start it? With Daniel, I mean. He's only little. He wouldn't know how to do any of that...stuff." The boy glared at me, remaining silent. "I won't be angry if you did start it," I said, making my voice a little gentler. He squinted, as if he were puzzled, and he then shrugged his shoulders. "Danny wanted to look at my willy." I nodded. Of course he did. "And...when you put your willy in his mouth...Was Daniel okay with it? Or did you force him?" "I didn't make him do anything." "You're very bossy with my son," I said. Luke's eyes sharpened. "He likes being told what to do." I couldn't deny that. "Luke...Where did you learn that stuff?" He seemed caught off-guard and looked away from me. I realised I'd struck a nerve and leaned forward, staring at him intensely. He finally looked back at me, saying, "Just a magazine." "A gay magazine?" "A what?" Luke asked and I could tell from his earnest expression that he had no idea what 'gay' meant. "Where did you learn about that?" I asked. "Doing it with a boy, I mean. Was it another boy? Someone from school?" Luke folded his arms agains his chest. "I don't know." "Yes, you do," I said. "C'mon, Luke, you can tell me the truth..." I watched his expression as he considered this. "Graham," he said after a long pause. "He's the one who...showed me what to do." Oh, fuck! "Your Dad?" I asked as my breathing become shallow. "He's not my real Dad." "I didn't know that," I said quietly. I paused before saying anything further. I had not expected that answer. Luke looked away from me again, seeming pissed off. "I thought he was my Dad," he said. "But after Mum died he told me that he wasn't." "I'm sorry, mate." "I don't have any other family." There was a strained silence between us then. Which, obscenely, I decided to break with, "Can you tell me what you and...?" "Do we have to talk about this?" Luke asked. "Yes, a little bit" I said. "Can you just tell me what you and Graham...do?" Luke let out a big sigh, looking defeated. "He just gets me to suck his willy," he said, shrugging his shoulders as if it was no-big-deal. I slowly digested this kinky information, my cock feeling heavy in my trousers. I wish to hell this wasn't titillating me but with each word I could only imagine Daniel doing that same thing to me. "And... do you like it?" I asked. Luke looked me in the eyes. "No." "So why did you get Daniel to do it to you?" Luke looked confused a moment. "I...well...Graham said it felt good." "And did it?" Luke blushed before answering. "Yeah. It felt okay." "Okay, so you know why guys like it. Thanks for telling me the truth, Luke." "You can't tell anyone about Graham," Luke said, sitting forward a little, glaring at me. "I don't want to live in an orphanage or a foster home." "I won't tell anyone, mate." I paused before saying, "It must be hard. Ya know. When you suck his willy, I mean." He looked at me and eventually nodded. "I have to open my mouth really big to suck him," Luke said. "He gives me some chocolate if I can reach his balls. But that's hard. I cough a lot." "Does Daniel know?" I asked. "About you and your Dad, I mean." "Of course he does," Luke said, snorting, squinting at me as though I was crazy. Oh, my poor Dan-Dan. I refused to let him touch my dick anymore. And now he knew that the Dad next door had no problem sharing his cock with his son. Although the situation was very different. "Well, let's not tell him I know," I said. I stared at his mouth, imagining those sneering little lips being forced to suck his father's meat. How old had he been the first time Graham took advantage of his position in the house and molested him? I then pictured Daniel's tiny mouth bulging around the girth of my thick cock, feeling moisture on the head of my dick as I leaked pre-cum. I wanted to ask him if he and Graham did anything else but I held back. "Luke, I -" "Please, don't tell Graham. I don't want to get punished." "I won't say anything to Graham. I promise." The look he gave me almost broke my heart. He seemed shocked and relieved at the same time. And I realised he just was not used to an adult being kind to him. "Are you sure?" he asked, eyeing me with a look of suspicion. "You have my word," I said, smiling. "I'm...I'm sorry I asked so many questions. I won't bring it up again. Stay there a moment," I said and rushed to the kitchen, rummaging in the fridge. I came back into the living room and handed Luke a chocolate bar. He looked at me in surprise. "But I didn't...do anything..." "You didn't have to," I said quietly and winked at him. After Luke left I watched him walking to his house, his shoulders drooping. What was he in for when his dad got home? Would Graham want the boy to suck his cock? Or was there more that they did? I imagined Luke's tiny arse impaled on an adult dick and I felt my libido stirring again. I felt awful that I had been titillated by Luke's plight. Much later that night, after dark, I was once again in the backyard, enjoying another cigarette. I had several more beers under my belt now and was planning to go to bed and jerk my dick once I was done. I happened to be glancing at Graham's house next door when I saw one of the bedroom lights flicker on. The curtains were only partially closed and I saw the shadow of an adult pass by the window. I knew it was Luke's bedroom. I glanced at my watch. He should have been asleep hours ago. Had I been sober I probably would have dismissed it, but my drunken brain decided that it would be a good idea to investigate. After butting out my cigarette I moved quietly to the fence and deftly climbed it, jumping down into my neighbour's yard. I crept over to the house, approaching the lit up window, and peered inside through the gap in the curtains. I could see Graham standing by the edge of Luke's bed, his trousers and underwear bunched around his knees. And his son was sitting on the edge of his bed, dressed in his pyjamas, with his Dad's cock in his little mouth. Graham's hand was on the back of Luke's head, guiding him up and down on his dick. Even through the glass I could hear him growling in a low voice but I could not make out what he was saying. His penis slipped out of the boys mouth once, letting me briefly see it. He was of average size, cut, and had a slight curve to it. He immediatley shoved it back in Luke's mouth, who resumed sucking his father's hard prick. I knew I should look away. This was none of my business. But I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. Even though Luke had told me what his father was doing with him, seeing it in person was even more shocking than I had expected. And, damn it, my dick was responding. Was I becoming a voyuer? I massaged the lump in my trousers, incredibly turned on by the lurid scene playing out before my eyes. Then I unzipped my pants and fished out my cock, holding it by the shaft and gently stroking it. I watched Graham continue to press harder on Luke's head, trying to force more of his dick into the kid's mouth. My eyebrows raised as I saw little Luke open wide and engulf all of his Dad's meat, right down to his balls, holding himself there for a moment. Graham threw his head back, obviously enjoying the treatment, until the boy lifted up and resume sucking it up and down. Luke had earned his second chocolate for the day. Suddenly Graham pulled himself free, yanking his dick out of Luke's mouth, and he pointed at the bed, mouthing some words to his son. I saw a look of disappointment on the boy's face and he began to pull down his pyjama bottoms. Graham also started stripping, pulling of his shirt to reveal his hairy chest. He was possibly a little overweight but he looked like a strong man. He stepped out of his trousers, tossing them aside, while Luke turned over and laid down on the bed, on his front. He was naked from the waist down and I could see his perfect little arse, perky and full. Graham took something from the bedside table, which I recognised as a jar of vaseline, and climbed on the bed, kneeling over his boy. He opened the jar and dipped his fingers into it, scooping up some of the oily substance and then he said something that I couldn't make out. I saw Luke's hands reach back and pull apart his bum cheeks and then Graham began applying some of the vaseline to the boy's exposed hole. "Holy fuck," I whispered to myself, realising what was about to happen. I watched with a mixture of horror and fascination as Graham climbed on top of his son, aiming his erection at his boy's hole, and began to penetrate the kid. I saw Luke's legs tense, his feet curving, as his Dad's dick began to sink into his little arse. Graham paused a moment and said something, his voice louder, and he had a look of annoyance on his face. Luke nodded his head and I couldn't be sure if he said anything in response. Then the man continued to feed his cock into the nine-year-old beneath him, the boy's legs moving about, as if he were trying to get away. And then, finally, he was all the way in. His firm, hairy arse rested on top of the boy, his erection firmly embedded in the kid's tiny bottom. How? How was that even possible? A boy Luke's size...? Graham lifted his butt, slightly pulling out of his son, then sank himself back down, shoving himself inside his boy again. I heard a high pitched moan, which I assumed had been Luke, and the sounds continued as my neighbour began to thrust in and out of his tiny lad. My dick throbbed in my hand as I watched the nine-year-old being fucked in the arse by his Dad. There was nothing loving or sensual about the encounter. It looked brutal and one sided. I wonder how much chocolate Luke earned from getting his little bum screwed? And then Luke turned his head, now facing my direction, and I saw the look on his face. He wasn't crying. But he wasn't happy either. His expression was blank and his eyes were hollow, his face occasionally grimacing from what I assumed was pain. He was enduring it. And I felt my erection begin to deflate. From a nearby home came the sound of a dog barking, which caused Graham to look towards the window. I panicked and stepped out of sight, shoving my dick back into my jeans and creeping away. Instead of jumping the fence I snuck back down his driveway and walked to my house, going to the back door and lighting up another cigarette. I was only half through smoking it when I saw Luke's bedroom light go off next door. So, Graham was through with molesting his little boy. I felt sick to my stomach. Mainly because I got turned on by what I saw. A few minutes later I was in bed, trying to get the lurid imagery out of my head. Poor Luke. I felt bad for him. Really bad. And I didn't know how to help him. I knew one thing for sure: Daniel was NEVER to spend any time next door while Graham was home. I realised my cock was hard again and I pulled my underwear down, taking hold of it and stroking it as I let my mind wander. Pushing aside my reservations for a moment, I visualised Graham and his son again. I wondered how great it must have felt for my neighbour to get his dick inside Luke's little boy's arse. How tight must his little hole have been? I shook my head in an attempt to dismiss the imagery. Luke and Graham vanished and then I conjured up a picture of my son. He was on my bed, naked and on all fours, his arse cheeks spread wide and his tiny arsehole winking at me. I smiled to myself, feeling warmed by the positivity on Daniel's face, and continued stroking my dick. In my fanasy I appeared next to the bed, also naked, and climbed onto the mattress, kneeling behind my little boy. With my thighs on either side of his legs, I rubbed the head of my hard cock over his puckered little knot, prodding it. I could almost hear Daniel as he said, "I want you to put your doodle inside me, Daddy." I gasped as I edged myself closer to orgasm, picturing myself penetrating my son's virgin arse. Imagining how tight and warm the inside of his sweet little bottom would be, how it would hug and squeeze my cock, like a hot, slimy glove... And then I let out a cry of pleasure as my dick exploded, coating my belly with fresh semen. After I was done cumming I opened my eyes, back to the harsh reality of being alone in my bedroom. But I wasn't alone. Standing in the doorway was Daniel. His eyes focused on my crotch and the mess of cum on my abdomen. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" Daniel asked in a quiet voice. I patted the section of mattress next to me and he jumped up onto the bed. I put my arm around him and he rested his head on my chest, looking down at my groin. "How long were you watching me?" I asked. "I heard you making the noises." "Noises?" "Yeah. Like when we...had the special cuddle." Before I could reply Daniel's fingers made their way down to my stomach and he was playing with my semen. "Is this your milk?" "Uh-huh," I whispered. He brought his finger up to his mouth and tasted it, causing me to suck in my breath. I stroked his arm and kissed his shoulder. "Why did you eat some of it?" I asked. "Was that naughty?" Daniel asked. I shook my head. "No. I just...wondered where you got the idea." He looked away from me for a moment. "Luke told me it happens to his Dad. He sometimes...eats it." "Ah," I said. I knew exactly how Luke ate his Dad's cum. A few moments passed before I quietly asked, "Did you like the taste?" Daniel's face scrunched up and he giggled, burying his head near my armpit. "It was okay," he said. He continued giggling as I grabbed some tissues and cleaned up the cum. "You made a big mess, Daddy," said Daniel quietly as he watched me. We had a short conversation about semen and why the 'milk' came out of man's dick after getting the 'good feeling'. I explained its purpose in reproduction and he nodded off to sleep while I talked about women having babies. I held Daniel in my arms as I tried to sleep, troubled by my thoughts. And just as I was drifting off I wondered what else Luke might teach Daniel in the future. The next morning I woke up before Daniel and had a shower. Afterwards, as I was drying myself off, he appeared in the doorway to watch me. Something he hadn't done in a long time. We locked eyes for a moment and smiled at each other. Then I saw his gaze drift down my torso and focus on my cock. Without him asking, I shook my hips to make my dick sway back and forth. He didn't say the words but the massive grin on his face told me the magic of the 'Doodle Dance' had been restored... To be continued...