Date: Thu, 29 Oct 2009 17:23:35 +0000
From: Dave Gabriel <pldmt1@gmail.com>
Subject: making music with daniel and jan 6

I had noticed Charles as soon as I arrived at Applewood. He was 16 with
black hair and big brown eyes, and he was chubby - a beautiful, chubby boy
who I was pretty sure was gay, just from the way he looked back at me with
wide open eyes and met my gaze. Charles worked in the kitchen; he wasn't a
musician and was kind of unique in that sense, like Mary - a regular
civilian. He was a nephew of Andrew, the head viola teacher there.

I wanted so much to get a look at Charles' body and get to know him a bit
more. I was a little obsessed with this adolescent boy and was always
smiling at him and giving him lots of attention. I had introduced myself to
him the second day I was there. 2 weeks into the camp session, I still
hadn't found a way to get alone with him. My one continuous strategy was to
simply try to head to the showers if I knew he was headed that way and get
in there with him. He never seemed to take a shower during regular hours
and I wondered if he was self-conscious. That's a very self-conscious age
to be naked with other guys of all ages shapes and sizes.

I finally got my chance when I was up early on the second Sunday there.
Since breakfast was an hour later on Sunday, most everyone was still asleep
when I woke up at 6:30 - except for Mary, who was already busy in the
kitchen, and Charles. I had some coffee and saw Charles heading down the
stairs to the showers. "Good morning, Charles," I said, smiling.

"Morning," he said, slightly startled, looking up at me with his eyes but
keeping his head down. Shy, nervous, smiling slightly. He had a beautiful
face, I noticed for the 80th time - big brown dreamy eyes and red cheeks.
His voice cracked a bit. I loved his chubby, round body and had to see him
naked. My dick swelled just from that small amount of contact.

I let him head down the stairs and waited, sipping coffee. I wanted to give
him a minute to get his clothes off so he wouldn't be able to bolt if he
thought I was going into the showers as well. I remembered that when I was
a teen, I was so self-conscious of my body. The problem for me was that my
dick would shrink as soon as I got naked around other guys - like a snail
retracting into its shell. And then the more I thought about it the worse
it got. I hated it and was always so jealous of other guys whose dicks just
hung down like a big snake.

After a few sips of coffee and a good morning to Mary, I headed down to the
showers quietly. My timing was perfect. As I walked into the changing area,
Charles had just pulled down his white briefs. He looked back quickly and
entered the showers. I glimpsed his rosy ass cheeks as he headed in, and
then heard him turn on the water. I quickly took my clothes off and grabbed
some shampoo.

The showers had a small opening the width of a doorway, and there were 6 or
7 showerheads in there. It was thus possible to use one of the showerheads
on the side of the room and not be seen through the doorway, which of
course was Charles' strategy. His back was turned of course too. "Mind if I
join you?" I said coming in, and he turned around his face only, shaking
his head, trying to smile.

The water took a while to get warm, especially early in the morning, and so
we both stood waiting next to the cold water that jetted out. My water
warmed up after a minute and I moved under, relishing in its heat -
mornings were cold there in August - around 55 degrees Fahrenheit. I
glanced over at Charles and he still waited, sticking his hand in the
water. After another 30 seconds, I said, "No hot water?"

He said glumly, "No."

"There's a couple of these showerheads that don't work. You probably picked
a bum one. Here. Try this one." I turned on a showerhead that was closer to
me - not right next to me - didn't want to freak him out. He looked over,
still not turning his body, hesitating, still putting his hand under the
cold water, hoping for a change in his fate. In a few more seconds, I stuck
my hand in the water coming out of the head near me and it was warm.

"Nice and warm on this one now. Come on - you're gonna freeze that nice
butt of yours off!"

He looked around, startled at the "nice butt" comment, and smiled quickly.

"Just kidding. Sorry. Come on. I don't care what you've got down there," I
said, putting it out there. It was a calculated risk, and it worked.

He gulped, turned off the shower, and came towards the other one, standing
under it with relief.

"Better now, no?"

"Yeah, for sure. That sucked!" he said. The small shower had begun to fill
with a pleasant layer of steam. He stood under there, getting his hair
wet. Predictably, he looked more beautiful when he was wet - like a baby
seal or something. His hair was all matted down and now he had crossed the
point of no return, letting me see his front side. His dick was not long at
all but also not thin. The big surprise was - there was no hair! He shaved
down there. I glanced at him quickly and he saw that I saw his dick. I
smiled and nodded ever so slightly. I didn't want to start talking about it
but wanted to let him know that it was totally cool with me - like, way
more than cool actually.

"So how's it working with Mary in the kitchen?" I asked.

"Cool. I'm learning a lot," he said easily. He was loosening up. His voice
was eager. I was sure that he was a gay boy now. That eagerness, that
receptiveness to another man - that extra care in responding to what
another man says - well, dear Nifty readers, you know - it's just so
wonderfully gay.

"Mary is really cool," I responded. "And she makes great muffins. Last
weekend she brought some to our cabin in the morning - Daniel, Jan and I."

He looked up. "Daniel's in your cabin? I know him. And Jan too."

"It's a lot of fun. I like those guys," I said, looking at him directly,
looking through him, smiling. It's amazing how you can telegraph everything
through a look - even to a 16 year-old. Some things are just so clear and
don't need any words. Charles smiled back, shyly. My dick swelled just a
little, involuntarily. I had to be careful. He was trying not to, as hard
as he could, but I had already seen him looking quickly at my dick with
darting eyes.

I realized he had forgotten his soap in his rush to get into the shower,
and now he stood there dumbly under the water. "You forgot soap," I
said. "Here, do what I do - I just use shampoo for everything - it's all
the same stuff." I handed him the plastic bottle.

"Thanks," he said quickly and took some. Now it was pretty steamy and warm
in the shower room. We lathered up and I stepped back a bit, facing him
more. He grew a little more bold and turned more towards me, looking at me
quickly and smiling. Suddenly, I felt the water begin to turn colder.

"Uh-oh!" I said. "Always happens after three or four minutes." He looked at
me nervous, covered in lather. "We should turn them off and finish then
turn 'em on again just to rinse. I turned the handle off and the stream
quickly stopped; he imitated my action. We stood there in the steam now,
rising from the ground. I spread my legs now a bit more and faced him
completely, and lathered around my belly, working down to my dick. I looked
right at him, smiling. My dick was growing now, hardening. He looked at me
and looked at my dick with something like fright and pleasure all at once,
and his jaw went slack a little, his mouth slightly open. He stood still.

"Better lather up," I said quietly. It was so great that the showers were
off, because we could hear anyone coming now. The whole place was silent
except for Mary's footsteps above. Charles began to rub the soap around his
belly. I continued to look at him in his eyes, smiling. My dick was half
hard now, pointing out straight. He looked at it and his dick had begun to
grow. I smiled at him, nodded slightly, and watched his dick. What a
beautiful sight, the way it silently moved outwards, expanding.

"Like what you've got down there," I said quietly, casually.

"Thanks," he said. "You...you too."

"Cool," I said. Emboldened, I started pulling on my cock more obviously,
still holding my gaze on his eyes, speaking to him slowly and
clearly. "Always wanted to try that - shaving. It looks great. Probably
feels nice too, huh?"

"Yeahhh...." he croaked. If there was something he was going to tell me
about shaving his dick, it wasn't now - he was on overload. His dick pulsed
upwards now, with his heartbeat, jumping. Now I began rubbing up and down
on my cock in earnest, lathering it up with soap, sliding my wrist back and
forth. My cock was hard. I stepped closer to him slowly. He stayed there
and his hand moved to his cock, pulling on it slowly. I held my cock and
then let it go, it snapped back and stood up. He looked at it and smiled
quickly. I moved a little closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He
shuddered. I jerked quicker now.

"Looks fucking great, Charles. You're so hot. I've wanted to see you naked
since I first saw you. I love your body."

"Yours too," he said quietly.

"Yeah?" I smiled. I tucked that little compliment away in the all time
great memories part of my brain, to be revisited later on that day, week,
and periodically forever more...

"Yeah." He stopped jerking for a minute and looked at me. "I..I was looking
at you too...when you were jogging with Jan. Without...without your shirt."

"Man...that's cool. Makes me happy a sexy guy like you was looking at me."

We jerked a little more together, my hand on his shoulder. I knew he was
close, and so was I. " Let's shoot together," I whispered. "Cool?"

His breathing was staggered now and his mouth was open. He pulled on his
hairless dick quicker with two fingers. It stood straight up now, at
probably around 5 inches. It looked great - red and shiny, circumcised,
hard as can be, and surrounded by all his milky flesh, his beautiful
chubby, hairless pelvis. Charles had the most beautiful tits with big, dark
red nipples, and I couldn't resist. I moved my hand from his shoulder and
squeezed his left nipple lightly. He gasped and his jerking
quickened. "Gonna...watch out..." he whispered. Instead of watching out, I
moved closer to him, right in front of him. His semen shot out violently
and he breathed in gasps. First it went directly up and hit his belly, and
then continued, landing on my belly and arm. My pace quickened on my dick
and I pointed it away from him - didn't want to shoot my cum all over him
just yet. I came hard and intense, and Charles watched as my cum snot onto
the floor in several big shots. Just then, we heard footsteps and I
immediately turned the showers on. We rinsed off slowly, and I caught his
eye, smiling, winking at him. His face was flushed red and he
smiled. Someone walked into the stalls. It was, of all people, Andrew - his
uncle.

"Hey Andrew," I said firmly, smiling.

"Morning," he said, looking at us, hesitating. He was a pretty good looking
guy, but straight - end of story there, I was sure.

"Hope you make out okay with the showers," I said. "That one over there," -
I pointed - "has no hot water."

"Thanks," he said.

Charles and I made our way into the changing room. The whole time Charles
dried himself and changed, I looked at him, reveling in him, letting him
know how sexy I thought his body was. He clearly enjoyed it, smiling,
biting his lip, blushing a bit, and even wiggling his ass ever so slightly
for me. I hoped we could find some more time to get to know each other
more. My hopes were not disappointed.