Date: Sun, 8 Nov 2009 15:41:24 +0100
From: Dave Gabriel <pldmt1@gmail.com>
Subject: making music with daniel and jan-8

Thanks so much for the comments, guys! It is very hot to hear from you, of
course. - Dave


The next day, I could barely concentrate on the one music theory class I
had to teach in the morning. I was thinking about Charles the whole time,
getting hard at the thought of his beautiful round body and his willing,
docile manner. After lunch, I waited on the porch while he cleaned up the
kitchen and cafeteria with Mary. My heart was racing with impatience, and I
was a little bit nervous. Finally after 20 minutes of me sitting around
stupidly - I even bummed an American Spirit from Mary, and I try to never
smoke during the day - Charles came out, slightly flustered. He was sweaty
from working in the kitchen.

"You ready to trek, dude?" I said, trying to be all cool and relaxed. He
looked stunning - glowing with sweat, with his big eyes and floppy hair. He
was wearing jeans today and high tops, and a red t-shirt that was a little
too small like yesterday.

We started walking together. "I'm just wondering if I should take a
shower. I'm kind of sweaty and stinky," he said.

It didn't make much sense - we were going to get more sweaty and stinky on
our walk in the afternoon sun. But I was smitten even more by him then - he
wanted to be desirable for me. "We're just gonna get more sweaty. Doesn't
matter to me," I said quietly, smiling at him and rubbing his hair,
caressing his head a little bit. Just talking to him, I got hard - just
that contact.

"Yeah, but...well okay, if you're cool."

Wow - he was more or less telling me - as we passed some other campers -
that if I was cool having him a little sweaty, then okay. What an
accommodating, sexy 16 year old boy.

"I'm cool, believe me!" We walked along silently for a while. Soon the path
dipped into the woods. It was out of sight now from the main campgrounds,
but still on the grounds - there were a few cabins close by and we could
easily be seen by passerby if they came along. Still, I couldn't wait any
longer. I just wanted to get close to my boy. I moved alongside him and put
my arm around his shoulder. He slowed down, smiling, and put his arm
awkwardly around my waist. No, this wouldn't do. I took his hand and
squeezed it; he squeezed mine back and beamed. We walked like that for a
while, fagging out together. It was great. Now I was completely hard. I put
my hand on his ass briefly and squeezed it. He jumped and giggled. "Stop
it!" he said. "Somebody might see."

"I can't help it - sorry. You're just turning me on so much Charles."

"I - I'm pretty horny too," he said.

"I was thinking about what we did yesterday. You too?" I asked.

"Yeah. That was really cool. I've never done that with a guy your age."

"How much have you done?"

"I've jerked with a guy and sucked dick," he told me quickly.

"Your friend?"

"Yeah, we're friends. He's a grade under me. But he doesn't want to do
other stuff. Like - " he paused, then continued. "He didn't want to suck
me."

"That's not fair," I commented.

"Whatever...and he called me a fag when I tried to kiss with him."

"That's too bad," I said quietly. After a moment, I said, "I like being a
fag with you. I thought you were a great kisser yesterday, man. You drove
me crazy."  He said nothing and smiled. "I really liked the way you sucked
my dick," he said finally.

"That was awesome," I said. We were just past the last cabin. I couldn't
wait anymore. I moved quickly in front of him, put my hands on his
shoulders, and looking at his startled, pretty face, I went to kiss him,
right in the path, right there in daylight. He opened his mouth and our
lips met. "Give me your tongue, Charles," I breathed. He obeyed. I tasted
his sweet tongue and red lips. He moaned a little in a high voice. We
kissed for a while and then I let him go. "Sorry," I said. "I couldn't
wait."

I took his hand again and we walked further. "So is it just with that one
guy - that you've done stuff with?" I couldn't even talk right; I was all
worked up.

So was he. "Ye- yeah." We trudged along, holding hands. "I've seen a lot of
stuff, though - on the net."

"Yeah?" I was curious. "What kind of stuff did you like the best?"

He smirked and tightened up a little bit. "Nah - that's embarrassing!"

"Nu-uh - come on. Just tell me a couple things."

"Well...I like cocksucking."

"Yeah, I know...what else?"

"Fu-fucking. Fucking looks pretty cool."

Mmmm.

"Damn right."

We walked more. We were away from the camp, approaching where we were
yesterday. "Does it hurt?" he asked.

"What - fucking? Getting fucked?"

"Yeah."

"At first, usually. But then your ass opens up and it feel great."

"Yeah I know."

I caught him. "What do you mean? You didn't tell me you fucked!"

"I didn't!" he said, flustered.

I said nothing for a minute, letting him recover. "You know, before I had a
cock in my ass, I put other stuff in there first."

"Yeah?" he said, looking up. "Get out."

"No - sure. First a carrot with some butter on it. It was all cold cause it
came out of the fridge!"

He giggled.

"Then I used a bigger carrot. I kept it in there for a while, and it got
warm with the butter."

"How old were you?"

"13, probably."

"Yeah - and then?"

"I felt a little strange with something in my ass like that, but what the
fuck, I figured - it wasn't like I was doing it for anyone else. I was
doing it cause I wanted to see what it felt like. It felt really good after
a while. It made my dick tingle. It made me even harder. And when I came, I
shot really hard."

He said nothing; he just held my hand and smiled.

"So...what I mean is, you're not the first young dude to put something in
your ass, Charles."

He looked at me in surprise for a moment, and then looked down,
resigned. We slowed down a little. His hand was sweaty and I could
practically hear his heart racing. Or maybe it was mine.

"I brought something for you today," I said at last. We were at the
clearing near the outhouse.

"What?"

"Close your eyes, " I instructed. He looked at me surprised and then closed
his eyes. "Hold out your hands." From the pocket of my jeans, I pulled out
my gift. It was a black thong underwear that I had packed on a whim and
until now had not used. I really wanted to see Charles in that lacy
material. I placed it in his hand. "Open them."

He opened his eyes and looked. "What is it?"

"It's something I thought you might want to wear."

"Wowww....I've never worn something like that," he said, biting his lip.

"Bet you'll look great in it. That's why I brought it. I've worn it before
- but I really want to see you in it. I thought-" I swallowed, cause it
sounded so pervy - "I thought maybe we could trade."

"How do you mean?" he looked confused.

"I thought maybe you could give me your underwear and let me wear it for a
while - at least today."

I waited. He thought about it for a while. Then he said, "Well yeah,
maybe. But - I'm a little embarrassed about wearing this. It's
really...it's really girly."

"Let's go in the outhouse there and change - it's darker and I won't see as
much at first. How bout that?"

He looked at the outhouse and hesitated, then said, "Okay."

We headed into the outhouse. It was dry and warm there, with just a little
light coming through the cracks in the wood, and one small square opening
near the top of the house. The toilet seat was closed, fortunately. I
wondered when the last time someone used this was. There was no smell of
shit or anything - just a vaguely organic musky smell, and wood. It felt a
little like a sauna - it was nice actually, with the soft light. I began to
unbuckle my belt. Charles watched me. "You mind if I go ahead and get
undressed?" I said, pausing.

"No...no."

"You can start whenever you want. Take your time," I said. I kicked off my
sneakers and pulled down my jeans. He watched me intently.  I found it very
erotic the way Charles was shy. I loved this process of bringing him
out. My jeans were off. My white briefs were tented. I moved a couple
inches towards him. I pulled off my tee shirt. Now I stood in front of him,
tented, waiting. "What would you like?" I asked quietly. "What would you
like to do?"

"Can I see your dick?" he said under his breath.

"Yeah." I moved closer. "Go ahead. Get it out." He moved forward, his mouth
open, his breath a little jerky. His hands trembled. He found the front of
my briefs, and pulled them down. My cock slapped out and sprang up lewdly;
I sighed. He giggled. He pulled my briefs down further. He stood back for a
moment, like a painter inspecting his work. "Touch me, Charles," I
whispered. He reached out, taking my cock in his hand. It jumped.

He looked up at me, smiling. "I like your cock so much. It's so fucking
cool, the way it feels."

I put my hand on his head and ruffled his hair, and moved down to his soft
neck, squeezing it and his shoulder. I rubbed his cheek. "Do you want to
suck me some more?" I whispered.

He said, "Yeah." I went and sat on the toilet seat and spread my
legs. Charles came and kneeled before me.

"Hold on," I said. "Raise your arms." I lifted his red tee-shirt up and
pulled it over his head before he could protest. Now I saw his lovely belly
and tits through the rays of sunlight. I took his head gently and led him
to my cock. He moved forward and began to lick the head. I reached down and
found his nipples, and lightly squeezed them. He moaned. "So you like
sucking cock, Charles."

"Mmmm." He took more of me in his mouth. This was where he wanted to be -
down below me, a little hidden from sight. That wouldn't do for me only
though - I wanted to show him other stuff too, and I wanted to enjoy his
body. I squeezed his tits again.

"C'mere." I said, standing up. My cock slid out of his mouth with a little
pop. He looked up. I gave him my hands and he took them. I pulled him
up. We were standing. I kissed him some more and tasted my dick on his
tongue - funny.  I found the button on his jeans, still kissing him, and
opened them with impatience. I moved back, he spread his legs a bit, and I
unzipped his fly. "Pull down your pants," I ordered.

He looked at his pants, and then pulled them down, with the underwear as
well. His teen cock sprang out.  He went back and wanted to kiss more. He
was so good, so sweet. I moved my body against his full, soft body and felt
his belly against me, and his hard dick pushing against mine. "Dave...this
feels so good," he whispered.

"For me too, Charles. Will you take off your pants all the way - please?"

He giggled a little. I helped him, kneeling down, unlacing his hightops,
helping him out of them. Now I stood up, naked in front of him, him naked
before me. I looked up and down, enjoying his body. He looked down. "Don't
be shy," I whispered. "You're lovely." I pulled lightly on his tits.

"Ahhh..." His nipples were hardening in my hands. "Why does that feel so
good?" he asked.

"We've got nerves there, baby. Made for pleasure - just like girls."

"Let me do you," he said, and took my nipples and squeezed them a little. I
moaned. "Like that?" he said, smiling.

"Yeah..." We felt each other nipples, pinching, squeezing. Our dicks rubbed
together. "Like being here naked with you, Charles," I said. "Let me see
more of you. Raise your arms up." I lifted them up. He had beautiful, wispy
hair under his arms. I slowly leaned forward with my head.

"No...I'm stinky there. I told you, that's why I wanted to shower."

"Mm mm. I didn't want you too though. Want to taste you," I said, and moved
in to taste his flesh there with my tongue. He resisted a little and then
let me raise his arm. His sweat smelled strong enough but wasn't old and
acrid. His skin was beautiful and a little oily.

"Noo..." he said, as I began to kiss his underarm and lick him. Then he was
quiet and his breathing was staggered; he was letting me do what I wanted,
submitting.

I moved away and said, "You taste great. I like all those tastes - your
sweat, your dick, your ass too - if you'll let me."

"Whoa - ewwww!"

He went back to massaging my tits and wanted to kiss more. He was a
romantic, grinding his dick against me, moving his body against mine. I was
so happy, that he was happy and comfortable with me. Then he asked, "Can I
try - can I suck on your tits?"

"Yeah...please Charles." He leaned down and found my left tit. He licked
first and then began to suck. I moaned with pleasure. Charles began to moan
quietly and steadily, and sucked harder on my tit. He wanted to be
submissive so much.

"Oh Charles..." I was in something approaching ecstasy. But I still had my
particular lusts, my particular desires for this boy. "Put on what I gave
you, baby - please."

He stepped back and I handed him the thong. "I'll try it but don't fucking
laugh," he said, dead serious.

"Fuck no."

He slipped with a little difficulty into it and pulled it up his legs. It
was of course quite small for him but the material stretched.  "Where does
the string go?" he asked.

"In your crack. Can I help?" Without waiting for an answer, I slipped the
black material over his hard cock, whose head still stuck out the
front. "You've got a nice sized cock there, Charles," I intoned, to make
him feel a little less like a sissy. I pulled the back up and spread his
ass cheeks just a bit with both hands to allow the string to ride up his
crack. He tightened up his cheeks. "Hey - relax or it won't go on!"

"But I told you - I'm dirty today - it's not like yesterday when you kissed
me in my ass."

Sexy boy...I felt guilty - he just didn't know that I wanted him, funk and
all. Ah, dear Nifty reader - it's so delicate, trying to let a boy know
that...You don't want to freak him out yet, when he's not as depraved as
you are!

"Don't worry baby - I told you, I like you the way you are today, just like
this." I took his face and my hand and directed his gaze towards my
one. Our eyes met. "I get hot for you like this, Charles, you understand?"
He nodded almost imperceptibly. I waited a moment, then said, "Is that
okay?"

"Yeah," he said after a moment. Then, he embraced me suddenly. We hugged
for a while; he squeezed me tight. I felt panic all of the sudden. This was
so much for him. I didn't want to fuck it up; I didn't want to be a shit to
him in any way. I rubbed his hair with my hand stupidly.

"Why do you always do that?" he said.

"Rub your hair?"

"Yeah."

"Cause I feel tender for you. It's like I want to protect you. Dunno."

It was, in retrospect, a weird-ass thing to say - too self-analytical; too
much information. He said nothing though, and put his head on my chest,
nestling it there. We rocked a little. I felt so tender and so horny all at
once. I felt his heart beat against my chest. I looked at his pants and
underwear lying in a pile on the floor. "I want to wear your underwear
now," I said. I reached down and started to pull it off his pants.

"It's dirty!"

"Yeah but it's from you."

"Aw man...you're really...different."

"Yeah..." I said, chuckling a little. I pulled his underwear off his jeans
and noticed a light brown stripe there. I grew excited and wanted to put it
to my face and smell Charles' ass more, right there, but I didn't want to
freak him out. I turned them inside-in and quickly stepped inside them,
pulling them up, while he watched. My dick, like his, poked out the
top. They felt warm from his body still, and were a little stretched out
for me, like I thought they might be. "Should we take the rest of our
clothes and go outside a little - now that you're all changed?" I said,
with a little joking tone.

He smiled wryly. "I don't know...I'm so faggy in these," he said, looking
down at his black thong.

"Come on - feels good to be outside. We'll walk into the woods a little and
then you can take 'em off again if you want." I took his hand and picked up
his clothes and mine, pulled them into a bundle under my other arm, and
opened the door. The light burst in and we squinted a little; I pulled him
towards the door with me and we were outside in a couple of steps. I walked
a few steps away from Charles and turned around. Of course he was just such
a hottie. His big, chubby butt cheeks looked great, with nothing but a
string in his crack. He looked like a real sissy boy, and was ashamed. He
blushed a little while I looked him up and down. "You look real good, boy,"
I whispered. I moved my hand down to my crotch and rubbed my dick, looking
at him in the eye. He looked at me and bit his lip, then looked at my
crotch. He stood motionless. "Come on, lets walk into the woods a little,
to that clearing where we were yesterday." I took his hand. We walked down
the thin path a bit, silent. After a few minutes, we found the old clearing
and were far away from anyone. I put down the clothes and sat on the old
bench. "Will you walk around for me a little - show me how sexy you can
be?"

"Ah come on!" he said. "What do you mean?"

"Move your ass - dance like Beyonce!"

"No way!"

"Here - I'll be your partner." I stood up and took the male role, thrusting
my crotch forward, giving him my best moves. He started cracking up and I
started laughing too. I grabbed his hands. "Come on - get sexy for me! I
said. After a moment, smiling shyly, he began to shimmy a little - exactly
what I was hoping for. Now I looked at his ass, and his tits, and his whole
body as it moved. I looked at him in the eyes and thrust my crotch toward
his. I came towards him and turned him around. "Your ass looks good, baby -
you know that?"

"You're so horny!"

"Mmmm...C'mere." I led him over to a tree by the side of the clearing. "Put
your hands on the tree and move your feet back a little," I ordered gently,
and pulled him back a bit. I placed his hands on the tree. He looked back
nervously. Now his ass jutted out. "Just want to see your ass Charles. Now
I'm going to play with you a little, okay?"

He looked back and said nothing. I moved behind him, and squeezed his
pearly ass cheeks. He moaned just a little. "Feels good to be out here with
you, Charles, with you showing me your ass like this," I said. "When I see
you in the cafeteria serving the food, sometimes I get so horny for you."

He giggled and turned his head toward me. "What? No way."

"Yeah, I see you bend down to pick stuff up - like the other day when that
tray of lasagna dropped. And I just wish I could go over right there and
pull down your pants and play with your ass, just like I'm doing now."

He smiled and extended his ass a little. "I like the way it feels, Dave -
your hands on my ass. It's like...you're so strong."

Hot boy. He got me so hot when he said stuff like that. I kneeled down now
and he looked back a little, shifting, waiting. I moved my finger under the
thong string and slowly pulled it out of his crack. I moved my hand down
towards his crotch and found his balls. I rubbed them gently. They were
tight. He flinched a little. "Sorry," I said.

"Ahh..."

I pulled down the thong slowly, rubbing his balls with my hand. His ass was
inches from my face. I moved forward, spreading his cheeks. He resisted,
tightening them. "No...I'm dirty today."

"Come on baby - doesn't matter." I stood up behind him. "I'll start just
rubbing up against you. I said. I pulled him forward and I stood behind
him, pressed against him. I pulled down his underwear - that is, the pair I
was wearing! - and pulled his thong off of his legs with my foot; he
stepped out of it gingerly. We were naked again. My hardness was against
the ridge of his back and his butt. I leaned below a bit and pressed my
cock against the crack of his ass. He shivered. "You okay?"

"Yeah...yeah."

I put my index finger to his mouth. "Will you get my finger a little wet?"
Charles took my hand and put my finger in his mouth and sucked a bit and
then held it there in his mouth. I slowly withdrew it and moved it down to
his ass. I found his crack and slid it along there. He shuddered again. I
put my hand around his tummy to steady him and rubbed his belly. He raised
his head slightly, his mouth open. I moved my finger down his crack and
found the entrance to his hole. He tightened. I moved around his entrance,
letting him get used to my finger there. "What did you put in your ass,
Charles?" I whispered in his ear.

"My Dad's cigar holder thingy."

"Cool - not too fat, but not tiny either! How did you get it wet?"

"Just - just my spit is all."

"You ready for my finger?"

A silence. Then: "Yeah."

"Get on your hands and knees - you can put your knees on my tee-shirt so
they don't get scratchy." I placed my shirt on the pine bed. He kneeled
down and I kneeled with him, holding his hand the whole time. He was on his
hands and knees.  I spat on my finger again. "Stick your ass up." He raised
his ass and looked back at me with wide open eyes. I looked back at him, on
my knees, my cock pulsing close to his body. I found his hole easily now
with my finger and was at the entrance, wetting it. "Push out." He pushed
out his muscle and I pushed in my digit, entering fairly easy. He sighed. I
stayed there, and then pushed my finger further.

"Ahh - ahhh," he said, decisively.

"Good?"

"Fuck," he said and squeezed me a little with his muscle there. I took that
as a yes.  He squirmed and moved his ass back onto my finger as much as he
could. I slid my finger out slowly. "Ahh - shit," he said, turning around
to look at me.

I spit on my finger while he watched and spit on my middle finger now. I
sucked on both fingers. I tasted Charles' asshole. It was a little dirty
like he said - tasted great. A little sweet, and a little bitter. My index
finger had a few tiny brown specks of shit on it. I sucked on it while he
watched.

"Eww!"

"Hey Charles - that's your body. And I'm a man enjoying your body. This is
man sex, dude. I think it's what you've wanted for a while. And now you're
getting it." Before he could say anything, I was in his asshole with my
face, likcing him quickly. He flinched and bucked.

"Ahhh...Dave...." His ass tightened - but in pleasure. His hole fluttered
like a butterfly. He had a beautiful, rose-colored hole. He moaned as I
licked him and I moaned as well, under my breath. My dick pulsed away, like
it had its own brain. I came up. He tasted wonderful - a little bitter, but
almost sweet too, and a little like cinnamon and copper.

"Here comes two fingers baby. Push open." I pressed my index finger in
easily, and then with my other hand I spread his cheeks and was able to
slip in my other finger. He winced a bit and I held it there. "Hurt?"

"Stings - a little."

"I'll wait and you tell me when the sting goes away." We stayed in silence
for a moment.

"Okay."

I pushed my finger in further. I reached down to his balls. They were tight
and retracted. I reached to his dick. It was hard as a rock, but smaller,
like a boy's...funny how that happened with guys getting fucked
sometimes. Happened to me too. I began to finger-fuck him a bit and he
panted, moving against my fingers. "Good?"

"Ahhh - yeah."

I pulled my fingers out. I came around to his front. "Get my cock wet with
your tongue." I kneeled in front of him. He licked my head. There was
pre-cum there, and he lapped it up.

"You've got cum already Dave. I can taste it," he whispered.

"Yeah...I'm gonna fuck you, okay, Charles?"

"Huh?...Wow." He licked my cock and sucked some more. I pulled my cock away
from him and came around behind him. He looked back. "You have to go slow."

"That's no problem. This'll be your first time, no?"

"Yeah..."

"I wanna make it good for you. I wanna make you mine." I didn't even know
what the fuck I was saying. I felt such a strong rush of lust and
tenderness for him at the same time. It was great - and good as well,
because if it was just the lust alone I don't know - I mean, I've never
forced myself on anyone...but my lust for him was just so strong. I just
wanted to take him.

I was pressing my wet dickhead against his hole now, and he was
squirming. I spit from above and the spit landed on his crack and my dick.

"Ahh!"

"Needs more slippery stuff - sorry." I took my dick and straightened it,
aiming it in earnest at the entrance of his anus, the tender pink muscle
there, shiny with my spit. "Ready?"

"Mm."

"Push out." He pushed out, I saw, from his body. I spread his cheeks with
my hand, and pushed forward, holding my dick hard against him. My head
slipped in. He gasped. I froze.

"Holy shit. Are you in me?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Man, you're fucking me - you're in my ass. This is so fucking cool."

That was an understatement. His ass was so tight, and that was such a turn
on because it just seemed so right with his large, bountiful body. With
Charles, his extra weight was not an issue - there was just more of him to
enjoy. And he had a tight asshole, and now it was going to be all mine.

"Now I'm gonna go in a little further and you tell me when to stop." I
pushed a tiny bit; he drew in his breath sharply, saying nothing. I
stopped, and waited. I pushed a little further; he wasn't complaining. I
pulled out again so that just my head was there; he looked back,
expectantly. I pushed in again and watched his face - mouth open, eyes
wide, sweat on his brow....I pushed further.

"Wait!' he winced.

"Pain?"

"Yeah."

I pulled back and rubbed his ass with my hands. His breathing
steadied. "Try again." I pushed forward; now he seemed to have opened up a
little. I was in all the way.

"Man - I'm in all the way."

"Yeah? Fuck. Fucking awesome." He turned around and looked at me. "So now
what - you fuck me?"

I said nothing.

"Go ahead - do it. Fuck me!"

I pulled out and pushed back in - very tight, such a tight ass. I leaned
forward and slumped over his big body, resting on his big back
awkwardly. It felt great though, on top of him like that. I pushed in
again. Now he quivered and winced. "Ahh man...you got me in that spot now."
Something about the way I was angled - I was hitting him in the right
place, hitting his prostrate. It was time to drive it home. I began fucking
him in earnest, in and out of his asshole. He moaned with every forward
thrust of my dick. I began to moan too. I felt the cum building in my
balls. I leaned down on top of him and his body felt so good. I nuzzled
him, kissing his neck and ears. He turned his head a bit and I kissed his
cheek and whispered in his ear, "Charles...". His eyes were closed now, in
a look of concentration. I felt my orgasm start, and drove my cock deep
into his ass for several thrusts as it built up, my face nuzzled up against
his, saying his name, then saying, "I'm coming in you, baby. I'm making you
mine now."

He gasped and staggered his breathing - it was emotion I think, not just
sex. "Oh man...I feel it - way in...in there," he said, as I thrust inside
of him, shooting my semen deep into his bowels. I slowed, holding him
around his belly, nuzzling him, kissing him, fucking him. Gradually, I was
spent. I held him close; I looked at him. His eyes were shining and he
looked straight ahead. I knew what he was feeling - it was something like
pride. It's a manly thing to do, I've always thought - to give your body to
another man like that, for his pleasure.

Staying on top of him, holding him in my embrace, I slowly backed up my
cock, withdrawing it from his ass. I knew there would be something on it
but wasn't sure how much. I covered him with kisses as I pulled out and
stroked his head with my hand as he stayed kneeling. I looked down and some
of his shit was on my cock head - not much. Before he could see, I flicked
it with my fingers onto the pine bed. All organic matter - that's how I see
it. I would have liked to play more with Charles' shit but this was his
first time and every impression counted. One thing at a time...he could
figure out whether or not he was as much of a kinky guy as I was down the
road. I lay down on the pine bed beside him. Slowly, he turned around on
his back and lay beside me. His dick was swelling, hard as a rock. I took
his hand. "You were so good, Charles. You were a great fuck. Thanks for
that."

"Cool...I can't believe you shot your cum in there. I still feel it in my
ass - it's all warm and squishy."

I turned and now squatted on my hands and knees for him, sticking out my
ass a bit. He smiled. "What are you doing?" He turned and propped himself
on his elbow, looking at my body, at my half-flaccid cock, lewdly hanging
before me, at my ass, then at my face, looking back at him.

"I'm waiting for to fuck me, Charles."

His mouth opened. "Really?"

"Fuck yeah. I want your hard cock in me."

"What do I do?"

"Just what I did. Get behind me. I want to feel your body against me, hot
boy."

He giggled. "You talk like a porn guy!"

"Sorry - you just make me horny."

Then he hesitated. "Should I really?"

"Yup."

He raised himself and moved behind me. He looked at my ass and held his
cock, looking at my questioning. "Sorry Charles - I'm not thinking." I
turned around quickly and bent down, licking his cock lightly. He
flinched. I had to be careful that he didn't shoot his load all over the
place and waste it. He was very close. I turned around and decided to get
my ass entrance wet instead so he could just slide right in there. I spit
on my fingers and reached around and rubbed it around the entrance.

"Wow...that's your asshole..."

"Aim right there with your dick, Charles, and just push."

"Yeah?"

"Come on, stud."

"Fuck...all right." He moved forward and after a moment I felt his hot,
sticky dickhead poking around.

"Use your hand to aim it right on my hole. Push forward." He found the
slippery, spit covered entrance and pushed. He was in then, easily; he
almost fell forward. I sighed with pleasure. It felt so good. His cock was
such a good size; it was so warm.

"Shit - I mean - is that okay?"

"Fucking perfect. Fuck me."

"Fuck - man...it's so warm in there. I'm...I'm in all the way. It's all
wrapped around my dick...Aww...awesome." He started to go back and forth.

"Charles, just do me a favor and rest your body on me. I want your body on
mine, on top of me."

"But I'll squish you."

"No way! I didn't squish you. Come on - that's what guys do for each other
- I'm for you now, I'm for you to lean on and fuck, for you to enjoy. I'm
giving you my ass."

As I said that he was leaning forward and I felt his weight on me. It was
awesome. His big tummy rested on my back. I felt his breath on my shoulder,
staggered. I felt his teen dick in my ass, poking and thrusting wildly. I
could smell his buttery skin-smell. I heard him grunting in a high pitched
voice. He moved faster now, and I knew he was coming. "Ahhh..." he said,
more like a cry. His thrusts slowed and I felt his shots just a little,
deep inside me. "Ohh...."

"Charles..." I said - I really had such an affection for this boy and felt
so close to him now, alone with him, letting him fuck me. We held the
moment for a while; his breathing was quick for a good minute, he rested
his head on my back. He played with my dick now, curiously. It was small
but hard.

"Was that good for you?" he asked.

"You're the best, Charles. Thanks for fucking me so good."

"I never knew it would be that good."

"Any time you want to fuck me I'll be your bitch," I said, smiling.

He giggled. "You're so dirty. You're a dirty man."

"Yeah...I like soft boys like you Charles! A soft boy who can fuck me in
the ass too when I need it!"

"Mmm hmmm!" he confirmed, with satisfaction, still poking around my ass
with his dick.

"I knew you wanted to get fucked, but I also wanted to get you to fuck me,"
I told him.

"What do you mean you wanted?"

"I thought about you the last few weeks. I wanted to feel you behind me,
Charles, with your dick inside me, just like now."

"When - you mean in the shower?"

"When we were in the shower, I wanted to fuck you. But when I watched you
work, even before we knew each other - watching you in the dining room...I
imagined you fucking me."

"Really?" He smiled. "You...you fantasized about me, like?"

"Yeah for sure.:

"Where - like how?"

"In bed at night."

"Ha - no way."

"Mm hmm."

"Did you jerk about me in your bed?"

"Yeah, a little. I played with my dick in my bed and imagined us doing
stuff."

"Fuck! That's cool- you jerked about me!"

"Yeah, fuck yeah! What do you think?" I paused, then asked him, "What about
you, stud?"

He giggled. "I like when you call me stud! It's so porn!"

"What do you play with yourself about? I know you're playing with your dick
under the covers up there with your uncle!"

"Nu-uh!" he said, laughing a little.

"Yu-huh!" I replied. "Horny guy like you, full of sexy thoughts...Come on -
you don't have to tell me details. Just the setting - like they teach you
in school - setting: time, place, characters."

He said nothing for a while, smiling. Then: "Sometimes...being down there
with you guys." He paused. "You. And Jan - and Daniel." I heard him gulp.

"That's super cool. Well you know what that means."

"What?" he asked, alarmed.

"It means you've got to come down there and hang out with us."

He recovered and was calm and happy. What did he think I was going to
say. If there was one thing I was going to help Charles with, it was his
self-confidence. This boy was always afraid of being ridiculed.

But now he was content. "Now I see why you like to fuck...feels good," he
said happily. He pulled out of my ass and looked at his shiny dick. "It's
all clean. How come there's no shit on there?"

"It's easy to keep your ass clean."

"How?"

"I'll show you. I'll show you other stuff if you want."

"Yeah."

"You gonna let me fuck you again, Charles?"

He laughed. "Maybe!" he teased.

I nuzzled up to him and whispered in his ear, holding him around his ass,
squeezing him. "You gonna let me take you down here and pull down your
pants like I did today? Play with your ass and then fuck you some more?"

"Ahhh! Dirty man!" He giggled, trying to escape, but rubbing against me at
the same time. "You're gonna get all horny again."

"Yeah...we should get dressed or I'll just try to fuck you again!"

"Your like my dog at home or something! Always try to hump my leg!."

I loved the way he talked - it was so fucking cute.

We collected our clothes and slowly got dressed, and made our way back to
the campgrounds. After a shower together, it was time for Charles to get
dinner ready with Mary. I went to see what Jan was up to.