Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2009 11:33:51 -0300
From: pldmt1@gmail.com
Subject: Making Music With Daniel And Jan-2

A couple days passed and everyone was in a groove at Applewood. When you're
in a place for a limited time with a small group of people and a shared
space, intimacy is established much quicker. I looked around and noticed
that friendships had formed quickly, and there was even some bickering
between people already - that happens too! For the most part, though,
everyone was having a great time making music together. My gig was really
simple - I met with some of the staff members to coach them on a piano
quintet I had written, in the evening, after all the classes were done.
Other than that I taught a master class twice a week for all the campers;
that still hadn't started. I had an easy ride. I was looking forward to
sight-reading some chamber music with some of the campers - I'm a competent
enough pianist and at one time entertained the idea of a performance career
in my Juliard days before I began composing in earnest.  I was getting some
fresh ideas for composing, and had already had a few hours each morning in
a room, sketching out some ideas for a big symphonic work. As much as I
hate to say it, it was just so much easier to compose without my kids in
close proximity. My wife knew this too, which is why she gave me her
blessing to split for 3 weeks - it wasn't initially an idea she warmed up
to!

One thing I like doing is running - I'm not serious, but I like to do 5
miles or so 3 times a week. I decided to ask Jan if he liked to run as well
and figured we could head down to the pond at the end of the road and then
back if he was game. He was, and we were off together around 4 in the
afternoon right after the last ensemble classes were done. We got in a good
run, stopped for a dip and jumped in the pond in our underwear, and then
jogged back, slightly wet. It wasn't ideal, but it was refreshing in the
late afternoon August sun. Jan kept on insisting I set the pace, and
gradually I realized he was being a good sportsman: I was holding him back
and he could have moved at a faster clip. As we approached the camp, I
apologized. "Sorry, man - I can tell you could have gone faster," I said,
panting.

"No, no - I feel great. It was a good run," he said easily. "Should we get
a shower, I tink?" I loved his Dutch accent.

"Yeah, for sure," I replied.

We headed into the showers. By this time it was 6:00, and everyone was
already in the dining room, chowing down. From the men's room, located in
the basement of the building, we heard the footsteps of campers making
their way back and forth from the buffet on the wooden floor. We had the
bathroom to ourselves because everyone was eating. Jan and I stripped
down. With his back turned to me, I finally saw his naked ass and it made
me, well, excited. It was pearly white, with a few wispy hairs, and it was
surprisingly round. I didn't expect that because he was so tall and
lean. It was a beautiful ass. We jumped in the showers and started to soap
up. Jan turned towards me then and looked at me, calmly smiling. He looked
at my whole body, up and down, and I felt like he was looking through me. I
met his gaze and looked back, smiling, not as calmly. I looked at his cock
and it was huge. It hung a good 6 inches completely soft, and it was
thick. The foreskin covered the whole head and then some. It was a
formidable cock, no doubt about it, and I was entranced. I pulled my gaze
away and continued to shower, glancing over occasionally.

When cruising between two guys begins in a shower? When is that magic point
of no return? We all know - it's often when you're ostensibly soaping up
and washing your cock. So I began, pulling on mine a little and glancing up
just barely at Jan. He looked back. Then he began soaping up his big dick
and it grew just a bit, and extended ever so slightly. Emboldened, I pulled
a bit on my dick and felt the blood rush there. In a few seconds I was half
hard. Jan looked at my dick with no expression, and then quickly looked at
me and smiled. That was it - we were in.

This was not the place to get hard; it was time to cut it. I smiled back,
rinsed off, and then turned off my shower, quickly grabbing a towel and
drying off, willing away my excitement. Jan followed a minute later,
stepping out. He was glowing, and looked even hotter wet: It made him look
younger, like he just got baptized or something. There was something
vulnerable about him underneath his neutral confidence; I thought I saw it
just for a moment. I wanted to see his ass again. I walked around so I was
behind him. He turned around and looked at me, smiling. I smiled, and
looked down at his ass. He got the picture. He dropped his towel and
kneeled down, extending his ass outward toward me, while he dried between
his toes. There were light hairs around his crack; beyond that it was a
mystery for now. I took a deep breath so he could hear just how hot I
thought that was. The sounds of the feet brought me back to the moment. "We
didn't really think this one through - did we? We've got no clean clothes."

"Yeah," he said, like he had already had the same thought. "We'll have to
go get something quick - can't go to dinner in our stinky stuff, right?"

"Right," I said. Then, on a whim, I did something rash. Instead of picking
up my underwear, I picked up Jan's sweaty briefs, and before he could say
anything, I slid them on. They were still warm from his body, and
damp. There was actually a perceptible amount of room in the dick area for
my regular sized dick - his dick was so long and thick that it had
stretched out the fabric!

He looked at me puzzled for a moment, and then, without a pause, simply put
on his shorts with no underwear, as if nothing happened. "Well then, so
that's it!" he said briskly - was it anger? It was hard to tell: We were
both speaking in this coded language that wouldn't imply anything, lest
someone was in hearing range. Had I gone to far; was it too far out or
stupid what I had just done? Fuck. He put on his sneakers and tied them
quickly, and was a little huffy in all his mannerisms. He breathed heavily,
snorting a little as he bent over to tie his last shoe. I was regretting
what I had done - it seemed like I had made him uncomfortable. What if he
wasn't gay at all, not one iota? Shit...

"Come on, then - let's go," he said. We walked out the backdoor of the
bathroom and in a few steps were on the path that led downward to our
cabin. The sun was starting to set but there was still light. It was a
beautiful, warm night. We walked silently along the path. "Come here," Jan
said quietly, and I looked up. He was walking off the path, into the woods!
What was this? I silently trudged behind him, feeling like his lackey. We
walked through the woods - there was a rough path of sorts, but it involved
ducking under some branches along the way. Finally Jan stopped behind a big
tree where there was room enough for both of us to stand. We were far away
so that no one would have a chance of seeing or hearing us, as long as we
didn't raise our voices. He moved towards me, about a foot away.

"So," he said, without smiling. "You like my underwear, do you?"

I didn't know what to say, except, "Yeah." I looked down.

"Let's see," he said, and without hesitation, he pulled roughly at the
front of my jogging shorts with both hands, tugging them down. I felt like
a little kid, the way he was treating me. There I was with my shorts pulled
down. He pulled on the elastic of his underwear and let it snap back; it
stung a little.

"Ouch," I said. I was submitting to him. Submitting wasn't my thing - or
hadn't been until now. But - it's amazing, really: It was so easy with this
guy, for it to become my thing. That's all I can say.

"Turn around," he said. I turned around so my back faced him. He pulled the
underwear down, only in the back, so just my butt was exposed. I felt shame
and excitement all at once. I was the older one by a few years here - what
was going on? But maybe this was just what I wanted - to relinquish my
control, to stop being the one who ran everything, stop being the
responsible father, husband, professional musician, etc. Yeah, that was
it. I wanted to be told what to do right in this moment. And Jan knew that.

"That's good. Now bend down a little and stick your ass out for me." I did
so, and rested my hands on my knees. "You've got a good ass, Dave. Nice and
round; a little like a girls, but not really. I've been looking at it for a
few days now and I really just noticed when we were swimming." I wanted to
tell him that he had a nice round ass too, but...now wasn't the time.

"You know what I like to do with an ass like this, Dave?" I said nothing,
waiting. "I like to spank it. Especially now, Dave. I'm going to teach you
a lesson for stealing my underwear like that. If you want to wear it,
you'll have to get a spanking. You understand?"

Fuck. "Yeah," I said. My voice was quivering; it sounded disembodied like
it was coming from another dude. I felt like I was tripping or something.

And then he began. He slapped me hard on my right butt cheek; it stung. My
muscles tightened, I winced. He slapped my other cheek. It hurt, but I
wanted it. I held my breath and waited for more. And so he began. This was
my second time getting spanked - the first time was at a truck stop but the
guy was too theatrical about it and it felt a little silly, although I
liked the feeling. This was different: I was already intimate with Jan, but
he was still so mysterious to me, so intractable. And now - now he was
bringing us closer together, but at the same time, he was placing himself
above me, making himself even more unavailable to me. Who was this dude?

There was for a good minute nothing but the sound of Jan's hand spanking my
ass and the sounds of the forest - crickets mostly and leaves rustling in
the light breeze. He stopped then and raised me up firmly, pulling me from
under the shoulders. "You okay?" he asked. Now I noticed for the first
time, that he was breathing heavy, short and clipped. I looked at him. His
eyes were a little red and puffy. What was going on - was he going to cry
or something? What the fuck? What's more, my dick had a mind of its own,
beyond good and evil. Instead of asking him what was up, I just wanted sex
with him. My dick had been at half mast the whole time I was getting
spanked, and now it hardened more, seeing him like that.

"Yeah," I replied. "You? What do you want?" I asked. He said nothing, but
pulled down the front of my shorts, letting them drop to the ground. Then
he turned my body around and pinched my ass roughly. "Looks good," he said,
while I sighed from the pain.

"Tell me - what do you mean?" I asked weakly.

"Red everywhere on your bottom. Very pretty. I think I like you like this,
Dave." His voice was a little hoarse. Again, I heard his clipped, tight
breathing. I said nothing. He turned me around towards him. "Pull down my
shorts now," he said blankly. I felt weak with anticipation and did what I
was told. I felt his huge dick under there and slid the shorts down. It
stuck more or less straight out at I would say a bit more than 8
inches...and it was so thick. It was the color of his ass, pearly white,
but mixed with a red hue from the blood that coursed through there. Now the
head was extended from the foreskin, shiny and a little red. I looked up at
him and he met my gaze. "You know what to do," he said quietly.

I kneeled down and licked the head first. It tasted salty and strong. He
flinched and breathed in quick. Jan was horny. He had gotten really horny
from...spanking me. I was going to have to figure that one out later. For
now, just the thought of it made me even hornier, and I really liked this
new role, being his little bitch that he spanked. I also loved sucking his
cock, which I began to do in earnest. It was so long and thick...And then
he began to thrust it into my throat. I gagged. This was never my thing,
but I went with it and did my best to swallow. He pulled it out of my
mouth, which I was happy for, giving me a chance to breath. I surprised
myself then, and opened my mouth again, wanting more. He struck my face
with his cock, slapping my cheeks. I felt more shame and lust. He stuck it
forcefully into my mouth again, and began breathing faster. I opened my
mouth wide, and gagged again, but this time it was easier somehow, and he
began to fuck my mouth for real. I was able to breath through my nose. He
held my head and pulled on my hair a little as he moved me back and forth
on his cock. Suddenly his pace quickened. It was a little scary. I felt all
the energy and strength from his body, and thought that he could break my
neck if he wasn't careful...He thrust deeply into my throat; I gagged
again. Then, I felt his cream hit the back of my throat. I choked and
gagged more, and swallowed. Finally he pulled back and pulled his cock out
of my mouth. His come shot out onto my lips. I opened my mouth and leaned
forward, letting him put his cock in my mouth again. I swallowed the next
two or three shots steadily. Tears had formed in my eyes, I felt the snot
in my nose - or was it his cum? I had never really swallowed cum like this;
I had never really wanted to. Well, this was a trail by fire. I wanted it -
don't know how to explain. Jan had power over me right then and there.

Finally he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I stayed there kneeling. "Stand
up," he said. His voice was just a little more gentle, still hoarse. Now,
he placed his hands on my chest and began to massage me. It wasn't
absentminded massage. This guy had good hands and when he put them on my
body they were strong and warm.  "Like your chest, Dave," he said.

"Thanks," I said dumbly.

"Like to have your nipples pinched?" he asked. He already had begun
kneading them. I moaned a little. I leaned forward into his chest.

"You sexy guy. Let me play with your nipples and I want you to - how do you
call that - trek yourself af."

"You mean jerk myself off?"

"Yes, you say jerk? We say "pull off" in Dutch."

It was a funny random moment but was just right - I needed something a
little more earthly to come down from being someone's bitch like that for
the first time. I was really shaken up - I had never lost control like that
with anyone - ever. I had crossed some line.

Meanwhile, Jan worked on my nipples, talking gently to me now. "I saw your
chest also when we swam today. I really like these nipples, the way they
get hard. And I like your chest muscles," he said, squeezing my pecs. "Jerk
your penis off for me, Dave." What a hot Dutch dude...I personally find the
word "penis" super-erotic. So I started to pull on my dick now with
abandonment, as Jan squeezed my nipples forcefully. He was giving me a
little pain, but not just too much. "Dat's it..." he whispered, leaning
into my ear. "Jerk yourself for me now, Dave. You've been spanked and now
it's time for you to cum. I want to see you cum, Dave." Hearing Jan's voice
in my ear and his words, and feeling his hot breath sent me towards an
intense orgasm. I couldn't help moaning. I felt it approach fast and leaned
into Jan, resting my head on his shoulder. He held me on the back of my
head and pulled me into him, so my cock pressed against his crotch. I could
smell his body too - he smelled a little like butter and earth, with just a
hint of sweat. I shot my load onto him and he didn't seem to mind, holding
my firmly. I felt his big dick against mine, slimy and half-hard.

Jan and I had a tricky time cleaning up and then getting dressed in the
cabin, but we managed to make it in time for dinner. And...we had worked up
quite an appetite! We explained to everyone that we had a long jog....