Date: Sun, 06 Jul 2003 08:34:34 -0500 From: B. Bliss Subject: Bliss Fever 3 This is a work of fantasy, i.e. fiction. It takes place in an alternate universe, in which the bliss fever is a bit stronger, inhibitions are a bit weaker, and beautiful boys tend to sleep naked. Nothing is meant to be taken as encouragement for any actions in the real world. If you don't understand the difference between fantasy and reality, or if you believe fantasy to be dangerous, especially fantasies in which teenage boys have sex with one another, you shouldn't read it. If you are uncomfortable with the notion that sexual rights and responsibilities come with sexual desire and maturity rather than the law, you shouldn't read it. If you prefer your erotic stories literal-minded, dull, and formulaic, you shouldn't read it. On the other hand, if you agree with me that the body and the imagination are the great wonders of creation, and deserve to make love to one another; if you revere the power of words; if the experience of youth is too precious to you to resign it to memory or fact; then read on, dear reader, and may you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I can assure you that all the boys in this story are played by actors who are over 18 (documentation on file). If some of them look younger, well, that's just your imagination. In the spirit of the Internet this writing is offered here as a gift. I ask that you receive the gift with respect and don't rip me off by copying or reposting it in whole or part without my written permission. Naturally I am interested in your response! **** BLISS FEVER - Chapter Five Taking only a moment to wipe the cum off me, I pulled on some shorts, took a quick look to see that my campers were all in their beds (other than Matthias they were) and bounded out of the cabin as after my unknown assailant. I assumed it must be Matthias, he had been bold enough to jerk off in front of me in the shower; though I was still surprised that a seemingly gentle boy could be such a sex fiend as to jerk me off in my sleep amidst a cabin of sleeping campers. There was no one visible on the grounds outside the cabin. They must have been hiding somewhere near the cabin, as they didn't have enough of a head start to have completely disappeared from view otherwise. I ran to the infirmary, knowing that I could at least determine whether it had been Matthias. If it was, there was no way he could have gotten back there before me. The lights were off. I knew which was the window of the bedroom. I peered in, and indeed, Matthias was there, asleep. His covers pulled mostly off his naked body, he looked not unlike the way he had in my dream. While I found it hard to believe Matthias would have done this, I found it harder to imagine who else it might be. I didn't really even have any friends at the camp. I was seriously freaked out. I lingered for a few moments, watching the fine golden hairs under Matthias' arm, which I had previously thought was hairless. The next morning was our first staff meeting. I couldn't help looking around the room, wondering if any of these people were deranged and horny enough to have assaulted me. Just before the meeting started, Max, the camp director, approached me. Jeremy had appealed to him about his camera, and Max, taking the side of the camper as always, told me I had to return it. I agreed. I'm sure if I told Max that his precious campers were videotaping gay porn right there on his premises he might have had a second thought, but I felt too uneasy about the whole thing to make an issue of it. I was fairly confident I could keep Jeremy under control. Much too confident, in retrospect. The meeting was the usual boring rundown of camp business. My eyes roamed the room, looking for a clue as to who my perverted secret admirer might be. Many of the staff were unknown to me, even their faces, since camp had just started. Across the room, leaning against the wall, was a boy about my age I hadn't seen before. At least, not at camp. There was something familiar about him. Or was it just his striking appearance that drew my attention? He wore only two things: gym shorts and a baseball cap. Blond hair stuck out from under the cap. His skin was golden, bronze from the sun. He was hunched over, and his eyes were covered by the brim of his cap. But I had the uncanny feeling that he was looking right at me. Later, as the meeting broke up, I tried to position myself to get a better look at the mystery man. I caught only a glimpse before Max was all over me to remind me about the camcorder. The guy in the gym shorts slipped out the door, but as he did he looked back at me for a second, with an unmistakable twinkle in his eye. I was sure it was his hands that had given me the unexpected orgasm in my sleep. More so because there was something so damn familiar about him. The rest of the day was uneventful. I returned the camcorder to Jeremy, who thanked me with a sneer. I told him I had destroyed the tape, which was a lie, since it was still in my pocket. And warned him that any more inappropriate use would result in confiscation for sure. He didn't look too worried. Matthias spent the day in the infirmary. I tried checking up on him. The nurse's impression was that he was homesick, but she didn't mind him staying there as there was no other call on the sick room. He didn't want to see anyone, she said, which was fine with me as I wasn't sure what I would say to him anyway. By night I was exhausted. I guess I had forgotten what a grueling regime it is, spending most of the day in the pool and trying to control a bunch of disorderly 14 year olds. Once the campers were asleep I hung out in the staff rec cabin watching TV for a while. I had been hoping I'd see gym shorts boy again but that hadn't happened. Finally I'd had enough of TV and headed back to my cabin to grab my towel before a shower. All was quiet, but as I grabbed my shower gear I noticed a large manila envelope sitting on my pillow. Kind of late for mail. It was too dark in the cabin to see what it was, so I brought it with me to the showers. The envelope had not been mailed; no postage, and it wasn't really even addressed. And it didn't have my name on it; instead it said TOM, the nom-de-porno I had been given by Lee. My hands trembled as they tore open the envelope and there I was in full glory, staring back at myself from an 8 x 10 photo, one hand on my hip, the other arm thrown across my head, my 12 year old erection pointing straight up. There was another photo, and it wasn't of me. It was of the blond kid whose enthusiastic rutting had caught me like a fly in a trap on that first visit to Lee's, and who had haunted my dreams ever since, right up to last night. Gary. And now I knew who the gym shorts guy was. And who had slathered the coconut cream all over me and gotten my cum all over his hands last night. And why. I crumpled the photos up roughly and stuffed them in my toilet bag. A shower would be a good place to think through this absurd situation, and if anybody was going to come in, I didn't want to have to explain my previous career as a 12 year old lust object to them. I was amazed to realize that tears were coming out of my eyes. Tears of what? Shame? Regret? Not only that, but my prick was hard, really hard. It's as if there was an electric circuit between my eyes and my cock. There was no question though, that the whole world of longing which I had successfully buried in the years since my experience with Lee, was back with a vengeance. If Matthias hadn't done it, than one look at the photo of "Gary" certainly had. He was a god I had never truly stopped worshipping, and my prick was paying homage inside my shorts right now. My tears then were tears of helpless frustration, and in a weird way, tears of joy. This was so much part of me. I turned the shower on, good and hot. Dropped my shorts and stepped into it. Maybe the shower could wash this away. So my cock was hard, so what? I wouldn't touch it. It would get tired and go back to sleep. I stepped out of the stream of water and got good and lathered up, everywhere but there. Suddenly, a strange thing happened: the lights went out, plunging me into total darkness. There were no windows in the shower, and it was night, and the darkness really was total. "Hello?" I called. "I'm in here." As soon as I said it I realized it was stupid, whoever the idiot was who had turned off the lights knew damn well I was in here. I was going to head for the lights but before I started stumbling around, I figured I would just wait a minute or two and see what was going on. There had been no opening and closing of the door after the lights went off. Whoever turned them off was still in the room. I was stood very still and quiet. The soap bubbles crackled quietly on my body. Just as I was about to give up and go turn the light on, I heard a creak on the floorboards. Someone was in the shower with me. I put my hand up, not sure what the intruder intended. Strange as it may seem, I couldn't get any words out at all. In the darkness and the silence my senses were sharpening acutely, and there was something incredibly exciting about that. I could feel in my skin how slowly the intruder was moving. I could hear his breath. I heard him lick his lips. The one part of my body not covered in soap could evidently hear as well: my cock strained out from my body, wanting to be the first part of me to touch whoever it was. Whoever it was? I knew there was only one person it could be. My hand was still stretched out in front of me. A hand gently wrapped itself around my wrist and brought my hand a few inches forward, where it came to rest at the centre of a smooth chest. The palm pressed against the back of my hand and held me there tenderly. I could feel the chest rise and fall with its breathing, I could hear the breathing. After a moment I could feel the rhythmic thumping of the heart inside the chest, it seemed to be one with the pulse inside my own hand. I was breathing through my mouth, and in the darkness I could almost see the sound of our breath mingling, rising upwards. I ached for something to happen, for us to move on to the next verse of the song, but I was so far inside the intensity of the moment that I could not move from it. After an eternity, his hand found my chest and nestled itself there. I held it with my free hand, so that we were standing in a mirrored position, hands on one another's chests, seeing nothing. I couldn't tell whose heartbeat was whose. Again the moment stretched on into infinity. It was as if our senses had to devour fully each moment. I never knew how full a moment could be. I'm not sure I knew it was happening, but ever so slowly, our bodies drew together. Suddenly I felt the most electric sensation I've ever felt, as the tip of my aching cock was touched by the soft skin of another boy's cock, the cock of the boy with his hand on my heart. Slowly we slid together. I almost expected our cocks to entwine like snakes and become one, but they were much too hard for that, so they just slid against one another, and I could swear I saw sparks flying off in the dark. The hand that had been pressing my hand against his chest let go and then I felt it grip around my shaft, hold our two shafts like one. The warmth of the cock pressed against mine was unbelievable, warmth flowing into me from this other boy. We made the slightest movements against one another, that was all we could bear. The pleasure was already so intense I felt I might pass out. Our cocks were like two small animals, they had brought us here into this darkness where they could be together. I imagined I could hear the rush of blood in our cocks. I could certainly feel it. Suddenly, my invisible companion let go and withdrew, quietly took a step away from me, taking his hands and his cock with him, leaving me utterly alone. I never knew what aloneness really was until that moment. Had this all been another dream? No. I thrust my hands out, stepped forward, feeling for him. He giggled and darted away, but I could tell he had gone behind me. I reached for the shower and quickly turned on a jet of cold water. He yelped and laughed and jumped to escape it. He dove into me, his arms around my waist, his head against my solar plexus, driving me back against the wall. As he stood up I reached out and our hands grabbed against one another. He pressed my hands to the wall and his body full length up against mine. After the exquisite chamber music of our touching before, this was a crashing orchestral fortissimo. Our cocks throbbed between our bellies as he ground his pelvis against me, all restraint gone. His lips found mine and our tongues joined as our pricks had before, and our bodies were touching in every possible place. I don't remember anyone turning on the water but the water was running over us, and his lips disengaged from mine, and then began to search down my body. My eyes were wide open though I could still see nothing but I swear there was light emanating from his body as his mouth worked down my chest and he took my shivering erection in his mouth to the root. His hands fluttered over my balls like birds. He played me like a virtuoso, and in a quick slides of his mouth up and down my cock I could feel myself reaching the point of no return. And suddenly, again he withdrew, leaving me pressed alone against the wall. I was dazed, crazed, in another dimension, a life support system for my throbbing cock. I gasped and sputtered as I tried to catch my breath, expecting him to return to my body. "My name is Gil, not Gary," he whispered, his lips close to my ear. I felt his warmth rush away from me and then the door opened and slammed shut. I was alone in the darkness. BLISS FEVER - Chapter Six "That fucking prick! That bastard!" I cursed Gary - no, Gil - all the way back to my cabin. My hard on ached in my shorts. My legs were trembling. My stomach was flopping. Once I realized he'd left me alone after driving me to the brink of the biggest orgasm of my life I had stumbled over to the light, quickly got dressed and left. I didn't expect to catch him, and anyway running after him would have been too absurd. But neither did I have the slightest inclination to make my own orgasm. When the boy you've been dreaming about for most of your sexually mature life suddenly shows up to give you a blow job in a pitch dark shower, the orgasm is almost beside the point. Almost. My balls ached. I brushed my hand lightly across the bulge in my shorts and I almost exploded. But I knew that Gil's game wasn't over. And goddam it, he had wound me up, and he was going to finish the job. No more solo orgasms for me, at least not until I'd seen his face, or some part of his anatomy, with my cum all over it. Two could play at this game. I thought about Mr. Baggot, the most repulsive of my many repulsive teachers, imagined him leering at me in the gym (as he did once). That was usually enough to quell any erection, and by the time I reached the cabin it had done the trick. I crawled into bed, feeling drained beyond belief. The next day was a bit of a daze. I tried really hard not to think about Gil, but when he walked into the pool area where I was busy coaching I was so unsettled I lost my balance and fell into the deep end. I'd been out of it all morning and the head lifeguard tore a strip off me, grouped my campers with another counselor, and sent me back to get some rest. I wasn't sorry to be back in the cabin alone. I had a good two hours before any of my campers would return - I thought. But a few minutes after I arrived, Matthias came through the door. It was the first time I'd seen him in person since his abrupt departure from the shower after we'd watched one another jerk off. He was wearing a too-short t-shirt and a bathing suit. He went and sat down on his bed without saying anything to me. "Matthias? Are you okay?" I asked. He nodded, his hair hiding his eyes. "You must hate me," he said. Uneasily, I got up and sat down next to him. "Of course I don't hate you," I reassured him. "Why would you think that." He shrugged, then looked at me tentatively. When he saw that I wasn't looking at him with any hostility, he softened, and smiled. "I've really made a mess of things," he said. "But I can't help it. I like sex." I smiled. "There's nothing wrong with that." "I know," he answered, with surprising firmness. I was sensing that this gentle boy had a strong core. But I couldn't figure him out. I kept seeing his beautiful face with the twins' cocks pressing in on it. Suddenly Matthias embraced me in a fierce hug. As gently as I could, I took his arms off me. "I wish I understood you," I said. "Why did you do that?" He shrugged. "Because I wanted to. That's just how I am. If I want to do something, I do it." "Don't you ever think about the consequences?" "Sometimes. Usually, I guess. But most of the time you can't really know what the consequences will be until you do the thing. I would never hurt anyone." "No, I'm sure you wouldn't," I said. "You liked looking at me in the shower," he said. "And I know what was in your mind while you were touching your lingam." I smiled in spite of myself. "My what?" "Lingam. It's the Sanskrit word for 'dick'. It's a man's penis, but it's also the penis of the god. You have a beautiful lingam." I'm sure I blushed. "I don't know what came over me, to pull it out like that in the shower, in front of you" I said. Not looking at him. "But I do," he said, smiling knowingly. "Do you?" I asked sarcastically. "Yeah, you said you knew what was in my mind too. So you're a little mind reader?" "Not exactly," he said. "I mean, people are reading one another's' minds all the time, but it's not like reading a newspaper or something. It's just that we aren't as separate as we think.." He pulled his slender legs up onto the bed and wrapped his arms around them. "What came over you," he said, "was me. Matthias." I laughed at the absurd confidence of this freckled boy. "Oh, so you always have that effect on people, one look at you and they tear their clothes off?" "I wish!" he joked. "But there is an effect I have on people. When they're around me they tend to do what the want. Because that's the kind of person I am. Most people are too afraid to do what they want. When they're around me, their fear goes away." What do you say to a 14 year-old who tells you something like that? Especially when it makes so much sense? "But you see," he went on, "often people are uncomfortable doing what they wanted to. And then they get mad. They don't know why, but they blame me." "So that's why you thought I hated you." He nodded, his head down, too vulnerable to look at me. I couldn't not do it: I threw my arms around him. Hugging Matthias...I remembered how incredible it had felt to hold him the other night. And again I had that feeling. The main thing of it wasn't a sexual excitement at all. He was just so real, so solid, even though he was pale and skinny enough that he looked like a good wind would knock him over. "Why'd you do that?" he asked, my arms still around him. "Because I wanted too," I had to say. It felt way too good to let him go. After a few moments, he put his arms around me. We slid over, lying on his bed. The warmth I felt filled my whole body with a gentle buzz. This was the feeling that had drawn me towards him the first time I'd seen him on the bus. "It's special, with you," he said, and rested his head on my shoulder. My sense of touch hadn't lost the sensitivity that Gil had awoken in the dark shower the night before. And as we lie there with one another, I could feel the warmth surrounding me increase. Not surprisingly, the warmth was also rushing blood to my...lingam. It was still angry for release after last night. But I realized suddenly that I wasn't ready for this. For one thing, there was more I wanted to know about Matthias before I let sex complicate things more than it already had. For another, I had already determined that the awful load of spunk churning in my balls had Gil's name and address on it. Not to mention that, although I had been taking some stupid risks lately, I didn't really want my campers to come in and find their counselor humping with a fellow camper. I sat up, gently caressing Matthias freckled face so that he understood I wasn't pulling away. "Tell me more about yourself," I said. "I've never known anyone remotely like you." He sat up, smiling. "I grew up in the woods," he said proudly. "Raised by wolves, I suppose?" I laughed. "Yeah, I guess. And trees, and lakes, and rocks, and deer and rabbit and fish and..." "I get the idea. I guess you weren't a downtown kid, eh? Did you have parents, at least?" He nodded. "Of course. We lived in a house they built by hand. Off the grid. Grew most of our own food, hunted and trapped." "Geez," I marveled, "what century was this in?" "I know all the jokes," he said. "I don't usually tell people about this. Do you want to hear or not?" I zipped my lip to indicate that I would listen. "My parents are bible freaks. Their idea was we should live off on our own, self-sufficient. I grew up happy. They loved my sister and I. There was hardly anybody living anywhere near us. Days lasted forever. I understood from an early age that everything was alive, and I learned to listen to what it had to say. "Last year, I made my first real friend. Zak was spending the summer with his family at the nearby property. Try to imagine what it was like to get a friend after living almost alone your whole life. We did everything together. I showed him all the mysteries I had discovered, and he was a great learner. "I didn't know anything about sex. I mean, I knew what animals did, and I guess I knew that grownups did something like that to make babies. But I never thought about it as something that had anything to do with me. I had my first conscious orgasm the week before Zack came. I had climbed a tree. I was holding onto the trunk, up in its branches, looking down at the lake. I started to feel a tingling on my lingam. It seemed to be coming to me from the tree. So I rubbed myself against the tree. The tingling got stronger until something exploded in me, and it was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt. "I knew enough not to tell anyone about this. Besides, I was used to secrets. I had learned so many things from the world around me that had nothing to do with things my parents taught me. "That tree became my special place. Several times a day I climbed up there and it worked every time." "Wow," I interjected. "Sex with a tree." "Don't laugh till you've tried it." "So how does the son of backwoods Jesus freaks know Sanskrit words like "lingam"? "That was Zak. His parents were both professors. They had so many books. I read fast, you see. Plus, I had had these dreams..." - he saw the look on my face - "no, not about sex, though I'll get back to sex soon enough. I didn't understand them, even though they were recurring. But when I read some of the books Zack's dad had, I started to understand that I was dreaming about another life I had lived. I don't want to get into all that now, but that's when I understood how most people go their whole lives without doing the things they really want to. I decided not to be like that. "But I haven't told you about Zack. By the time he'd been there for a week, I think we knew everything there was to know about one another. I saved the secret of the tree for just about the last thing I shared with him. He laughed, and told me he'd make the same thing happen for himself by just using his hand. "We were sitting in some tall grass by a stream. No one around, of course. I expressed doubt. Zack pulled his clothes off. I'd already seen his naked body quite a few times, since it was summer and we skinny dipped almost every day. I'd even seen his lingam hard a few times, mine would do that too, no big deal. "So, Zack pulled his clothes off, and nodded for me to do the same. I did. I was always happy to get naked, anyway, and I wanted to see what he had to show me. I liked looking at Zak's body. While I'm really skinny, he's much stronger. I didn't have any pubic hair yet then, but he did, and I thought it looked really cool. "He motioned me over for a closer look, and I watched as he began to pull on his cock. He spit in his hand and used that to rub himself, and it quickly grew hard. He looked up at me with a goofy smile, and motioned with his head for me to follow his example. "I looked down and saw that I was already hard, watching him rub himself had gotten me hard. In fact my erection seemed bigger than I'd ever seen it. I just sat there and looked at it. "'Go on," he prompted me. I touched it, but far too tentatively for his liking. He reached over with his other hand and grasped it. "I gasped, I'm sure I closed my eyes. Not only did it feel as good as the tree, it felt way better. He drew his hand once along my lingam and I had an orgasm almost instantly, White fluid shot out onto his hand. I didn't know it had until I opened my eyes and he showed it to me, laughing. At first I didn't believe it was mine, but he explained that it was a sign I was becoming a man. "He held the white stuff up to me face, and told me to taste it. I did. He followed. 'Hmm,' he said. 'Tastes different than mine." He directed my hand to take hold of his lingam, and with his hand wrapped around mine, gently drew me back and forth. He closed his eyes, licked his lips. His pumping gradually spend up, and when he came it shot right onto my chest. He opened his eyes and laughed, then pushed me back onto the grass and lapped at his own come. "I always eat it after," he said. "It gives you back the vitamins so you don't get weak." He scooped some onto his finger and stuffed it into my mouth. He was right, it tasted sweeter than mine. He said that was because he was a vegetarian while I ate meat. "That really cemented our friendship. I figured we had shared everything it was possible for two people to share. We basically spent the rest of that summer naked, at least when we were alone, and it was always easy to be alone. As long as I got my chores done, which generally took the morning, I was free to roam. "Being naked in the woods tends to lead to a lot of hard-ons, at least it did for me and for Zak. Something about the wind kissing you all over. Or maybe it's seeing your friend's beautiful body romping beside you. And I did appreciate Zack's body more and more. He was less than a year older than me, but he was ahead. He had some black hairs under his arms as well as above his lingam. He had strong muscles, big hands. Once I saw a picture of a sculpture called David, and that's what Zak looked like, only younger. I had at least one orgasm every day that summer. It was no big deal. We'd be swimming, say, and we'd start to splash one another, and then we'd wrestle. It felt great, our naked bodies slipping against one another. One moment my lingam is slapping against my thigh, soft, the next we're down and my lingam is hard, between our bodies. If only one of us was horny, the other would watch while he masturbated, or sometimes would help do it, or sometimes one of us would do it all for the other while he lay back. Those were the strongest orgasms. If both of us were horny, we'd rub one another off, or watch each other while we jerked ourselves off, or just sit beside each other with our eyes closed in our own worlds. Always, we'd share our cum, obeying Zak's superstition that it had to be eaten. "It would take too long to tell you about the whole summer, but it went on like that for quite a while. We found a new way to have an orgasm, that became both of our favorite. We'd start with our underwear on. One of us would lie on the ground on his back. The other would lie above him, supporting himself with his hands on the ground. We'd press our groins together, and slowly rub our lingams against one another through the cotton of our briefs. Quickly our lingams would be reaching out from our underwear, and we'd roll them down. We used spit on our hands and rub our lingams together until we both came, and then we'd fall together and let our bodies glue themselves to one another. Afterwards we'd wash off in the lake. Nothing made me happier than giving Zack pleasure. The things we did with one another became for each of us, less and less about our self and our own pleasure and more and more about giving to the other. I didn't notice this consciously, I guess, it just happened naturally. As good as it felt to have Zack's hand or body make me cum, it felt even more amazing to look into his face as it screwed up in pleasure and his lingam shot, and know that I was giving that to him. Zak's family had only come there for the summer. On the last night that they were going to be there, Zak and I got permission to go camping together. We hiked a way from home and pitched our tent. We lit a fire, made supper. We didn't talk much. Earlier in the day we went for a swim and we had an argument, I think it was our first. Zak had made a snarky comment to me when I said something about having a hard-on. It was the first time either of us had tried to make the other feel bad, had said something as though there was something bad about what we had been doing. Later, I understood that this was part of his way of dealing with our impending separation. We expected to see one another the following summer but that was a long way off. We didn't really talk about that exchange, but it put a bit of a pall over things. After the fire died down, we went into the tent and got in our sleeping bags. I turned away from Zak, feeling lonely and sad. I thought that was going to be it, but then he asked if he could get in my bag with me. Without saying anything, I unzipped it and welcomed him in. We were both in our underwear. I could hear his breath, feel his heartbeat. In spite of how close we'd been, I'd never felt this close to him. He touched me on the cheek. "I'm going to miss you, Matt," he said. I nodded. I knew that if I spoke, I would start crying and that was too much. As if of their own accord, our lips drew together and we kissed. The only strange thing really was that it was the first time, and so it seemed like the most intimate thing we'd ever done, which is kind of odd considering how many times we'd licked cum off of one another's' bodies. It wasn't the kind of kiss I gave to the members of my family when I said goodnight. And there was nothing practiced about it. We both just kind of fell into it, into one another. And in moments we were kissing as though we'd done it our whole lives, our tongues exploring one another's mouths. Our bodies hungrily pressed against one another. I remember reaching down, my tongue still in his mouth, and deliberately yanking his underwear down so hard they tore, that's how bad I wanted to feel all of him against me. I unzipped the sleeping bag to give us more room to move. Some dam had been breached and the water was pouring out. It was no longer two kids doing what felt good. It was two lovers worshipping one another without restraint. We made love all that night. We were soaked with sweat and saliva and cum. For the first time I felt his mouth on my lingam, and tasted his in my mouth. By the time the sun came up we hadn't slept a wink. Zak was supposed to be home first thing, so we dragged our asses home without sleeping, and did our best to explain to our parents why we were such wrecks. Zak's departure had been delayed until later in the day, and my parents gave me a break from my chores to spend the morning with him. If Zak's family had left on schedule, I wouldn't be here talking to you now. I'd be back there, with him, since it's summer again and his family is there now. But that day, overjoyed that we could spend a bit more time together, we slipped off into the woods. By the lake, I surprised Zak by pushing him down, and quickly pulling his pants down. He struggled against me, laughing, but gasped with pleasure as I clasped my mouth onto his already hardening lingam. I just wanted one more taste of it before he left. I could feel the good energy in his body circulating between us as his lingam hardened in my mouth, and it felt so good as I slowly drew my mouth back and slid down the length of him. Suddenly, I knew something was wrong. Zak was pushing on my shoulder. I released him from my mouth, his lingam slapping back against his stomach. I looked up: there was my father, staring right at us in amazement. I don't really want to tell you everything that happened after. I'll just say that my parents freaked totally, especially because I freely told them that Zak and I had been enjoying one another's' bodies practically since the day he'd arrived, and refused to admit there was anything wrong with what I had done. I knew that nothing that had been so much about love could be wrong. I guess they were fed up with our life out there in other ways, but they made it seem like it was all because of me and Zak. They even told Zak's parents, who weren't particularly concerned at all, they seemed more amused. Which only made my parents even more righteous. Soon after, they announced that we were going to move to the suburbs and stay with my mom's parents, while we tried to get set up on our own. "Why they thought the way to keep me pure was to move to civilization I don't know. I guess they were pretty freaked out to realize that in spite of the extremes they had gone to to raise me in holy way, this had happened. They couldn't see that they had raised me holy, and this had been holy too. "Coming to a new place was hard. But it was also amazing to be in a place with so many people. All those years in the woods with only a few people around had made me very sensitive. I was amazed at how many different people in the world there are. I could look at them and see so many things about them. People are way less hidden than they think. "Sex just became part of that for me. A way to learn about people I find interesting. A way to learn about myself. A way to open up to the world. So far I've just had sex with boys, but I want to do it with girls. When I bring myself to orgasm, I often think about girls. I just don't think I'm old enough." I looked at this boy, who didn't even look his 14 years. His long eyelashes and dimpled smile were the picture of innocence. But his wisdom astonished me. I lay back, my arms crossed behind my head, while I thought about the world as he saw it. A question formed in my mind. "But doing things like that you did with the twins. Doesn't it make things weird? I mean, you hardly know them, and people can react strangely. Plus there's what other people think. You've got the whole summer before you here. Do you want to be known as..." I tapered off, but he finished my thought: "'...the boy who gives blowjobs for free?' Well, first of all, I told you, I don't care what other people think so much as I care to do what I want. And yes, I've had some other experiences this year that really hurt, I told you, where people turned against me because it wasn't so easy for them to accept doing what they wanted. And that's not just the case with sex, but it's strongest with sex, which makes sense, since sex is just about the strongest thing in us, in our bodies at least. Though it's not our bodies that get afraid. But I don't want to live in other peoples' fear. As for the twins, and Jeremy and his camera, I actually had a reason for doing what I did, more than just the fact that the twins are hot and I wanted to know what they taste like." He paused, I guess weighing whether he wanted to share his reason with me. I didn't push. In his own time, he continued. "My parents. I want them to know. They can take me away from Zak, they can force me to live in the city, they can send me to a camp I didn't want to go to. But ultimately they can't control what I do, they can't stop me from doing what I choose." I pondered his words. Matthias pulled himself over me, his body against mine, leaning on his arm. He looked deep into my eyes. Have I mentioned that his eyes were blue? A pale, twinkling, icy blue. "Do you think I'm crazy?" he asked, gravely. I shook my head. "I think you're amazing, and beautiful, and really brave" was my honest reply. He closed his eyes, as if taking my words right into his heart. They seemed to lift him up. His eyes stayed closed as the swell inside him brought his lips towards mine. Our lips came together softly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It was a tender kiss. Matthias pulled back and hovered a few inches his way, opened his eyes to look at me. Gently I placed a finger across his lips, caressing him. "I know what I want now, Matthias," I said. "I want you for a friend." I sat up, putting my hand on his shoulder. No. If I'm perfectly honest, I want to tear your clothes off right now and make love to you. I won't pretend otherwise. But something tells me it wouldn't be a good idea." He nodded, accepting my decision. He put his hand over mine. "I would really like to have you as a friend too," he said simply. ...more coming! grip2870@hotmail.com