Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2003 09:13:32 -0500
From: B. Bliss <grip2870@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bliss-Fever-4

The usual caveats apply. See previous chapters for details. This story is
copyright 2003 by grip2870@hotmail.com and may not be reposted or
reproduced without written permission.

BLISS FEVER - CHAPTER SEVEN

 We went and joined the rest of the cabin for lunch. I was a little worried
about how the others were going to treat Matthias.. But I guess Jeremy and
the twins hadn't told the other four about what had happened, and those
others at least were ready to accept him as part of the group in spite of
some comments from Jeremy that Matthias was obviously a "fag". The twins
knew well enough to keep their mouths shut, I guess, since the epithet
could obviously be applied to them just as well if anyone else knew what
had happened. Matthias, in his gentle way, was also a very winning person,
and soon enough the others were happy to have him as part of the group and
dismissed Jeremy's efforts to isolate him.

I, meanwhile, had other fish to fry. But this Gil was a slippery character
(as I guess I already knew).  Throughout the day I caught glimpses of him,
but wasn't able to corner him once.

The thought of going another night without finishing what he had started
was depressing and downright unbearable. It was a miracle I hadn't had a
wet dream last night and I doubted I would make it through another night.
Once activities were over, I could have tracked him down. I knew where his
cabin was. But I knew that had to be just what he wanted, and I was
determined not to play into his hands. Let him come back to me...I'll be
ready.

I was wrong. It happened after lights out. Exhausted, I went to bed at the
same time as my campers. It can't have been long after I drifted off when I
was awoken as my wrists were gripped and my arms pressed back against the
bed, above my head.  It was Gil. He was straddling me, had me pinned to the
bed. I started to struggle but he held me down with considerable force, and
I didn't want to risk waking up the others in the cabin.

I had gone to bed wearing underwear, thinking I had a better chance of
making it through the night without blowing my load that way. Gil was
wearing shorts. He smiled wickedly down at me as he began slowly humping
me, rubbing the erection packed into his gym shorts against my crotch.

"Christ," I whispered, "what is your problem?"

"Don't you like it?" he asked.

By way of answer I began to slowly buck my hips, pressing back against
him. I could see him getting as turned on as I was. The waistband on his
shorts slid back as the biggest uncut cock I had ever seen started to edge
out of it.

Suddenly, he pulled off me.

"Not here," he said, "not in front of the kids."

I groaned quietly. "What do you want from me?!"

"Tomorrow," he said. "Your day off. I've arranged to take one too. Wait for
me in the rec cabin. 10 am. And be ready."

"Ready for what?" I pleaded. But once again, he was gone.

But I wasn't the only one awake in the cabin, as I was to find out later.

**

My dreams were suitably tortured, but they brought no release. That was
what I'd hoped for, but I didn't feel too grateful. My knees were weak. I
remembered something Lee had said about "sperm poisoning," his way of
convincing 12 year olds like I was at the time that it was important to
ejaculate frequently, to avoid the unhealthy consequences of keeping it all
inside. Maybe the old lech was right.

At the appointed time I was waiting alone in the rec cabin, in my shorts
and t-shirt. At 10:20 Gil still hadn't shown up. Obviously the game was
continuing. When I was wondering whether I should just go fuck myself, the
door flew open and Gil burst in a rush. He slammed the door shut and leaned
back against it, struggling to catch his breath. His cheeks were flushed
and he had on a wild smile.  He was in his usual uniform of shorts and
nothing else. I took the opportunity to look at his body, as this was the
first time I'd been alone with him in the daylight.

Some peoples bodies are made for sex. Well, I guess everyone's body is,
really, but Gil's body struck me as a monument to sex. He had the most
perfectly defined swimmer's physique I'd ever seen. On his sculpted chest
were nipples that almost seemed like a girl's, reaching to a delicate
point. They looked like if you kissed them, they would kiss you back. His
shorts were filled with a tantalizing bulge.


He looked at me as he caught his breath. "I think I lost them," he
whispered.  He had a daypack with him and out of it he pulled a
handkerchief. He wrapped it around my eyes.

"Don't you think this will attract attention?" I asked.

"Nah, people will just think it's some kind of game. Besides, everyone's at
the pool. Let's go."

"You sure like keeping people in the dark," I punned weakly. He put his
strong hands on me and stood me up. Feeling his touch, even through my
clothes, brought back all the intense sensations of our encounter in the
midnight shower, and I felt my knees wobble.

"Buck up!" he commanded. "I can't carry you!"

"Lead on," I croaked, my throat dry.

I tracked our direction mentally as he led me along. We were headed towards
the waterfront. Gil lead me into a canoe, took the stern, and we paddled
off into the lake. Or I should say he paddled, as he insisted on the
blindfold remain in place, and paddling a canoe blindfolded is a futile
enterprise. But Gil was a strong sternsman, even with my dead weight, and
we quickly reached our destination, which I took to be one of the islands a
ways up the lake.

As I was climbing out of the canoe, my blindfold still in place, I
slipped. Gil tried to stop me, but I fell onto my ass in the water. Angry,
I pulled off the blindfold.

"Hey," he protested, "put that back on!"

In reply, I jumped up and grabbed my arms around his waist in a football
tackle, bringing him down into the water with me. He laughed, and we
struggled for supremacy. I quickly got on top, pinning him in the shallow
water. He smiled at me beatifically and I slammed my lips down against his,
and put everything I had into a ferocious kiss. He responded, our lips and
tongues wrestling with one another as vigorously as our bodies.

After an indeterminate amount of time we came up for air and noticed that
the canoe, which we hadn't gotten around to securing, was drifting
away. Gil dived after it and towed it to shore where we tied it up.

Gil retrieved the blindfold and held it out to me. "No way," I said.  "You
have to," he told me. "You have to so you can see."

"See what?"  I asked skeptically.

"What I brought you here to see."

I remembered how much he had shown me in the pitch darkness of the shower,
and decided that maybe there was something to this paradox. I didn't want
to give him his way, but on the other hand I did want to "see" where this
was going. So I put on the blindfold.

"Good," he said. He stood me up. "Now, stand very, very still. And count to
20. Slowly. Then you can take it off."

I began to count. For no particular reason I turned in a circle as I did,
my arms spread-eagled. There was something childish about the whole thing.
I reached 20, and, as instructed, removed the blindfold.

Once again, he had left me alone. "Fuck," I spat, feeling like a bloody
fool. I threw the blindfold down, and listened carefully. Unmistakable
rustling. Alright, you little bastard. You want to be chased? I'll chase
you.

I moved quickly through the brush on the island. He was taunting me. I
caught only glimpses, but he made sure I knew where he was, and slowly I
gained on him.  It had been an incredibly muggy morning, and I looked
overhead and saw that storm clouds were quickly forming above
us. Everything was darkening.

Suddenly I saw Gil clearly up ahead, standing between some trees. Once he
saw that he had my attention, he stripped off his shorts and hung them on
the branch of a tree. The he did an amazing, sinuous dance, pounding the
ground with his feet, and whipping his arms around. His cock did its own
dance, and as he moved I watched it grow and harden. I moved towards him
and he ran off.


When I reached the tree where his shorts were, I quickly stripped off my
own clothes and hung them there beside. I saw that this was the entrance to
a concealed meadow, with the softest, pale tall grass. Overhead, thunder
crashed angrily.

I walked into the meadow, looking around for my quarry.  Once again he had
disappeared. There was that extraordinary silence that precedes a storm and
Gil was as quiet as the birds. The air was filled with electricity, and I
stood there for a moment, allowing it caress my naked body. I could feel my
prick feeding on the blood pumping through me, felt it growing larger. I
looked down at my body, in the rush of bliss not even caring about Gil for
a moment, just grateful to feel so alive. I hugged myself and let out a lot
cry of joy.

The thunder crashed again. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I
closed my eyes, expecting to feel the downpour on my skin at any moment.

Out of nowhere, I was grabbed from behind. One hand reached across my
chest, the other grabbed against my crotch, pressing my cock up against my
body. I felt Gil's body against the full length of me from behind, his
massive prick pressing through my legs, shoving my balls aside.

I gasped and at that moment the sky broke open, and rain poured down on us
in the torrent of a summer thunderstorm.

Gil bit my ear and pulled me back, lifting me up. I threw my weight back
towards him, putting him off balance, then abruptly leaned forward and
threw him aside. I dived on top of him as he hit the ground and we wrestled
fiercely, our bodies slippery in the driving rain.

He fought me fiercely, laughing through gritted teeth. But I was in control
now. As he struggled to push me off him, our bodies somehow heating up the
cold rain, I reached down and grabbed his jutting prick.

If I had stuck both of our fingers in an electric socket, the results could
not have been more intense. We both gasped and everything stopped, except
the rain, which seemed to harden even more.

I was sure that we were making the storm, our lust was. They told me in
high school that this was known as the pathetic fallacy. It may be a
fallacy but I promise you, it was not pathetic. I held down Gil's chest
with one hand and with the other yanked hard on his stiff member. He wasn't
getting away from me again. Just as he began to settle into it, I let go. I
straddled his chest and grabbed him by the hair. Swinging my hips side to
side, I whipped him across the face with my cock. He opened his mouth wide,
ready to welcome it, but I only teased him, smacking it against him. "Close
your eyes," I ordered. He obeyed immediately. Without even thinking about
it I brought my hand up and gave him a stinging slap across the face, then
I quickly got off him and ran.

After a moment of surprise, he smiled his goofy smile and came after me. I
wasn't going far, and when he got to me I was ready. I grabbed his arm and
swung it around, twisting it behind his back in a half nelson. "How's this
game?" I taunted, holding him tight.

"Oh yeah, baby" he replied, laughing, but I wrenched his arm harder. He
gasped.  "Don't move," I ordered. He nodded. Suddenly I brought his arms in
front of him, hugging him from behind. I ran my hands down his soaking wet
front, stroking him with my fingertips. They danced over his nipples, down
his belly, and over his hard cock. The rain lubricated us and I gently slid
myself against his back. He started to move but again I warned him to be
still, and he obeyed. Now I gave him a shove so that he moved forward a few
steps. I circled around him so that we were facing one another. The rain
made everything look soft and indistinct. He was a painting on glass. He
looked up at me and smiled like a smile I'd never seen before. It was the
smile of someone who has finally found that match he has been looking
for. I moved in towards him. He took a step to meet me and we suddenly dove
into one another, our mating overtures complete, and set in to the main
course.

There was no longer a struggle for supremacy, but a collaboration in
ecstasy. As the rain kissed us both, I kissed his body all over. He threw
his head back as I drew circles on him with my mouth, my tongue bit him and
my teeth licked him. As I did, my fingers danced around his prick, as light
as the rain, but making a promise the rain couldn't. Without even being
aware that we were shifting position, he was lying on the ground now as I
gave him this going over. As I worked my way down his body, he grabbed on
to me with his hands and began giving me a going over. He pulled my lower
end closer to him. I had his toes in my mouth, and his hands began swirling
over my cock and balls like brushes, and it was if he was stirring the
blood around inside me with some kind of magnetism. I gasped but kept my
tongue where it was. He pulled my cock backwards with one hand, the other
now working my balls. My tongue trailed up the inside of his leg and thigh
as I allowed him to pull me back closer to his face. Now he began to work
his magic on my ass, his hands swirling around it, and as he spread my
cheeks, it was as though his touch was making my ass open. The rain
pounding down on us both ran in rivulets down between my cheeks, and over
my balls, dripping onto him. Gentle pressure from one of his fingers
against my ass hole increased and he slowly slid up inside me. He squeezed
my cock harder and pulled me back once more, and I felt myself disappear
inside his mouth, my balls against his face. I grabbed hold of the base of
his erection and began to run my tongue around it, before finally taking it
right into my mouth.

For a moment I thought I couldn't take him, he was so huge. His cock filled
my mouth so I thought it might tear my open, and as I went all the way down
the head slid into my throat, blocking off my breath. It felt as though it
had gone all the way down inside me and was reaching out back through my
cock into his mouth, forming a continuous single circuit. As I sucked my
mouth back away from his base, I inhaled for all I was worth. Now I really
knew what lingam meant, the prick of the gods. This was a prick that could
take life and give it. What glory to worship it like this. Each thrust down
his lingam grew less overwhelming, but I compensated by increasing the
pace.

With the work he was doing on me, it was unbelievable I could
concentrate. But it was though our bodies were doing it themselves, and
were just watching together from somewhere above, sharing the incredible
pleasure. I had never had a cock in my mouth before, but as I had learned
in the shower, Gil was an artist with his mouth. His tongue, lips, mouth,
hands, all worked together as one thing, bringing me higher and higher. I
would have had a shattering orgasm moments after he had taken me in his
mouth, but he had a genius for knowing when I was about the come, and
manipulating me by slowing down or even letting go in those moments. Of
course, every time he did this, I increased my ministrations to him, as
though I could thus bring myself to the orgasm I felt was the only thing
that would save me from being annihilated by my own longing.

Thus we rode one another, fitting together as if we had been designed with
one another in mind, riding a single wave which was soon ready to overcome
every wall built to contain it. I felt the lingam in my mouth began to
pulse, felt a giant wave rush towards me with shattering force. At that
moment Gil threw away all restraint. He grabbed firmly onto my balls, and
through my cock his mouth summoned all the coiled hot force which had built
up there. We both erupted at once. His hot semen pounded down my throat,
overran inside me and came out my nose, while I rammed my cock against the
back of Gil's throat as he did his best to swallow a payload he couldn't
contain.

Laughing, exhausted, I rearranged myself to bring us face to face. His face
was covered with the sticky cum he had been unable to swallow, and I was
smeared with his. We lapped at one another like puppies, swirling our
tongues in the jism and sharing it between our tongues.

Laughing, we fell into one another's' arms. The rain had stopped, and the
sun was already breaking through the clouds. As I drifted off to sleep in
my lover's arms, I swear I saw a rainbow arcing down from the sky to touch
us in the meadow where we lay.


BLISS FEVER - Chapter Eight

I was awoken by a tongue delicately lapping at the sticky places on my
face. Gil laughed his wicked laugh when I opened my eyes. "Couldn't
resist," he said.  I stretched myself. I'm sure we hadn't been asleep for
long, but everything felt different. The wet meadow, and our naked bodies
too, were sun dappled, the moisture glinting like jewels. I could not
imagine anything more perfect. His body, touching me still in so many
places, felt like an old friend. The seductive pubescent boy I had lusted
after in Lee's photos was clearly gone; or rather, he now lived inside
Gil. I felt like my lust for him had been a nostalgia for this future, if
such a thing is possible.

The release of all the sexual tension I had been building up had been some
kind of tonic. I felt so good in my body I wanted to climb a tree. Why not?
I jumped up. "Where are you going," Gil pleaded. "Come back!"

I just laughed - he wasn't one to tell me not to run off. Quickly I found a
tree which looked like it would welcome me into its arms, and I began to
climb. Not an easy thing to do when you're buck naked, but at that moment
my body felt like it could do anything.

>From up in the trees arms I waved at a surprised Gil. He wasn't about to
shrink from a challenge, and soon he had joined me up in the tree's arms.
We looked at one another, and laughed at the fact that neither one of us
could think of anything to say. Our bodies had been so many places, but I
don't think we had said 15 words to one another.

Finally, Gil broke the silence. "I've wanted to do that to you for a long
time."

"I remember," I said. "You even wanted Lee to photograph us doing it."

He reddened, which surprised me. I didn't think anything would embarrass
him.

"That was the only way I knew how to find you. He had shown me your
picture."

Now it was my turn to blush. "I'd seen yours too. You can't imagine how
badly I wanted to touch you." I put my hand on his shoulder, still amazed
that he was there, that he was him. His reality was so much more than Lee's
pictures, anyway. "I'm glad you finally stuck around long enough for that,"
I said, nodding at where we had been lying together.

"You ran away first, remember?" he said. "I didn't want to give you a
chance to do it again."

I laughed so hard I fell out of the tree. Really! I lost my balance and
toppled, grabbing my arms around the branch to break my fall, and then
dropping to the ground. I looked up at him, beaming, still laughing. For
once he was baffled. "What did I say."

I just reached for him, and this time he came towards me, out of the
tree. I took his head into my hands and looked into his eyes. "I was
running away from Lee," I said. "Thank you for coming back into my life."

Gil smirked and squeezed my balls. "Don't mention it, lover."

He flopped onto the ground, sitting in thought. I sat next to him. Plucking
a long stem of grass, I caressed one of his amazing, perfectly rounded
nipples, watched as the nub grew erect. He hardly seemed to notice, lost in
thoughts. One thing I could see about Gil: whatever he was doing at the
moment, he gave it all of his attention. The secret to being a great lover,
among other things. And now I knew how great he was.

After a time, he spoke. Gil never spoke very quickly; later I found out he
had dropped out of school pretty young, and was treated as slow; so he was
self-conscious about expressing himself.


"It's just..." he trailed off. "I haven't thought much about all that stuff
in a long time. At least not until I saw you. Lee and all that."

It was clear he had more to say. He glanced up at me and my eyes let him
know I was there for him, while I continued to caress him with the blade of
grass.

"I liked it for a while, you know. Getting my picture taken. How about
you?" he asked, looking at me.

"Not really. Actually, I hated it," I admitted. "But I did come back. I
wanted to see more of his pictures. It was my discovery of sex."

"I wish I could say that," he said softly. "I knew all about sex by the
time I met Lee."

"You started young!" I blurted.

Gil thought again for a while, deciding whether to tell me more.

"When I was 11 there was this guy who lived up the block, 19 or
20. Steve. A real loser, though I didn't see that. He swam at the same
arena as me, he was a pretty good swimmer, nothing great. Anyway, somehow,
he ended up being my babysitter. My mom knew his mom or something. We lived
in a fancy suburb. I remember he was sitting me one day. We were watching
something on TV. Some Disney movie about kids running around on an island."
He stopped. "Do you really want to hear this?"  I nodded. He continued.

"We were eating popcorn, and we were jokingly pulling the bowl back and
forth, fighting over who would get to have it closest to them. Finally he
said, why don't you just come sit here with me, and put the popcorn right
beside him on the couch. I went and sat beside him. 'C'mere,' he said, and
then lifted me up and settled me onto his lap.

"I started to get up but he pulled me back down.  'C'mon, relax, watch the
movie, eat some popcorn." Something in me felt afraid. I even thought,
'what if he's a pervert', of course I'd heard of people who screw around
with kids. But it actually felt kind of nice there.  I could hardly
remember ever sitting in anyone's lap - my parents weren't the hugging or
touching types. Once a year I might have gotten a pat on the head. I never
saw my grandparents. So the whole I idea of sitting in someone's lap was
pretty amazing. Ordinarily I would have been too cool, probably, but I
guess that day I just wanted some body contact too much.

"So I settled into Steve's lap. And he just kind of casually wrapped his
arms loosely around me. We went on watching the video. After a while I
could feel him pressing against me from underneath. I don't think I
understood right away that it was his cock, because it was so big. I guess
I'd never seen a man's cock, not hard I mean. I'd seen my own hard, but it
was still pretty small. It felt like it wanted to reach right inside me, it
was right between the cheeks of my ass.

"It felt weird, but it also felt kind of good. It made me think of this
electric hobby horse at the supermarket I always rode on as a kid, and
which I loved because it warmed up the place behind my balls, between my
balls and poo-hole, as I called it, and the warmth and tingles then went
all over my body. This was like that, only it was way more intense.

I shifted slightly against Steve, mostly just wanting to understand what
that was down there, what I was feeling. He kind of blurted a little moan
when I did that, but then stuffed some popcorn in his mouth. He still
seemed to be watching the movie.

When Steve put his hands back around me after eating the popcorn, I almost
felt as though he was pressing me back against his lap. And it also felt
like this lump I was sitting on kept growing, pressing against me. I could
hear that Steve's breathing was getting faster, though he kept on like he
was watching the TV, and I certainly hadn't taken my eyes away from the
screen.

Then, Steve casually brought one of his hands down, so that it rested in my
lap. It was sitting with his thumb pressed right against my dick, and
that's when I realized that my penis was hard. The pressure of his thumb
against it started to set off waves of energy that went through my body
like electric sparks. It was the supercharged version of the hobby horse
high.

I still wasn't totally sure about what was going on, if this was something
he was actually doing to me or if it was just happening by itself. Maybe I
was even going crazy. It was kind of scary.

Very slowly, his hand moved. His fingers touched my stiff little prick
opposing his thumb, so that it was lightly held between them, pressed
against me. As this happened, the movement of his cock under me - I now
understood that that's what it was - became a little stronger. I tensed,
but he sensed this right away. 'It's okay,' he whispered. 'It feels good,
doesn't it?' He wrapped his other arm, the one that wasn't touching my
prick, around my midsection in a way that felt really affectionate. "It
feels good for both of us", he whispered. I didn't say anything, but I know
he felt me relax. I wanted him to stop so very badly but he was right. It
did feel good. And I wasn't strong enough to ask for it to stop.

"He took my silence as permission and became much bolder. He pulled my back
against his cock, while his fingers gently began to stroke my little prick
through my pants. They were shorts, and I wasn't wearing any underwear, so
I could really feel his touch. He started whispering in my ear, telling me
how much he liked me. He really knew what to say, and more and more I
surrendered to where he wanted to take me, floating on an big ocean of
electricity.

"Suddenly, he stopped his massaging of my prick, and I felt like I had been
thrown in cold water. Why had he stopped? 'Just a sec," he said. "Just a
sec. Lift yourself up for a sec." He guided my to raise myself from his
lap, and I felt him move and heard him unzip himself and pull his pants
down. "We'll be more comfortable like this," he said. And then quickly
yanked my shorts down over my ass and down to my ankles. He took hold of me
and pressed me back against him. My ass slid down his belly and again into
a sitting position. He pressed down his cock as I slid down, supporting me
on his thighs so that his cock was pressed underneath me, against my balls,
and sticking out below my own. He touched my bare cock with his fingers. I
had experimented with yanking on it, but his touch was so incredibly
light. I gasped, and he began to jerk me off in earnest, very deliberately
moving the skin on my shaft back and forth. My little penis got hotter and
hotter, I felt a spring tightening unbearably, and then I started to
orgasm. My orgasm was dry, but it was a real orgasm, my first. I closed my
eyes, and I swear I saw pinpricks of light, stars, firing off. It went on
and on, and my cock heaved in dry spasms with each wave of pleasure. I
groaned.

Steve squeezed me around the chest. "I'm proud of you," he
whispered. "You're a real man." Now I became more away of his swollen cock
pressing against me from below. "You can touch me too," he whispered in my
ear, and his other hand pulled my hand onto his penis and closed around it.

I never had a pet, but I remember touching a puppy for the first time when
I was about 4. It was a strange experience: exciting, scary. This was kind
of like that. My hand closed around his cock and he squeezed me really
tightly. He was getting close to coming and for a moment I was scared he
was going to squeeze the life out of me; and I was scared by the raging
life I could feel inside my hand. Precum had been leaking from his cock as
he slid my hand over it, so I could feel my hand getting moist. Steve was
holding me tight, and it seemed as though he was no longer even aware of me
at all. He began to buck his hips, one arm around me to lift me
slightly. My hand was hurting, and his other arm was wrapped so tightly
around me I could hardly breathe. Finally he groaned loudly and began to
cum, squirting jism all over my hand. He gave himself a few more tugs with
my hand, and then suddenly shoved me off him and onto the floor like I was
a used rag.

I just lay there, afraid even to look up at him, though eventually I
did. When he finished zipping himself up, he apologized profusely for
throwing me down, said he kind of lost control, I had made him feel so
good. He nervously got me to promise not to tell, told me we could do it
again some time, but only if I wanted to.  I never told my parents what had
happened, but I had a major fit the next time my mother suggested Steve
might come over. Hell, I was 11 freakin' years old, too old for a
babysitter anyway.

Trying to sort out the experience later, I decided there were good things
to it and bad things. The bad things, mostly, were Steve. But I didn't need
Steve for the good things. I could give myself the feelings all by myself,
and I did. Daily.  The thing about an experience like the one I had with
Steve: it was so intense. I didn't want Steve, I hated the feeling he had
given me of losing all control of things like that. I wanted to be in
control myself. But most of all I wanted that intensity again. Nothing else
was half as interesting.

I had regular sleepovers with guys from my class.  I became an expert at
creating youthful sex scenes. I'll tell you about one time, so you
understand how it would work.

My two best friends, Clark and Albie, were already in on things. We had
invited two other guys over, the two Mikes, we called them, Mike L. and
Mike A. I had found my Dad's stash of porno movies, which made things
pathetically easy. Actually it wasn't really a stash, just a worn out tape
of something called Sex Circus from the 70's.  So we'd watch a movie, some
big Hollywood bonanza with lots of explosions and stuff. And it's late at
night, the pay-rents are asleep. And I pull out a tape, and say, guys, you
have to see this. I pop Sex Circus in to the VCR.  Clark and Albie have
already seen it, of course, but they pretend like it's new. I scan ahead to
the first fuck scene. The two Mikes are sitting up straight, and they hear
me say, "I like to watch it this way." When they look over they see that
I've got my pants and underwear pulled down around my ankles, and I'm
stroking my hard-on. Clark and Albie act like this is the best idea in the
world, and pull out their cocks too. Now, the two Mikes have two choices:
do what they feel like doing, which is the same thing that we're doing, or
risk looking like nerds. If one of them hesitates, we just tease him about
being ashamed because his dick is too small or something. So pretty soon
you've got 5 incredibly horny 11 year olds staring at the screen and
jerking off, and also checking one another out, because we're all curious.

Anyway, at 19 minutes into Sex Circus, the tape gets all gnarly, because my
Dad has probably freeze-framed it there like a million times. I make a fuss
about being disappointed, try scanning the tape forwards, but I've done my
bit to make sure it's not playable. So I turn off the tape.  You'd be
amazed at how open to suggestion a boy is when he's that horny. On this
particular night I decided the game was to be "Pin the Donkey on the Tail,"
my own invention of course. It works like this.

First, we all take our clothes off, so nothing's in the way. I volunteered
to go first, so I lie down in the middle. I am blindfolded, my hands are
tied together over my head. The other four sit around me in the
circle. They massage me all over.  8 boy hands, rubbing and kneading my
young flesh. There are giggles of course, but gradually things settle down
into a surprisingly concentrated mood. My cock, which had only just began
to sprout but was the biggest one in the room, is ramrod straight. After
they had massaged me for a while, one of them was supposed to start to jerk
me off. I got one guess who it was. I could take as long as I wanted to
guess, but it had to be before I came. If I was right, the one who was
touching my cock had to bring me to orgasm any way I wanted him to, while
the others did what I said, and then he would take my place. If I was
wrong, they would go back to massaging my body for a while, and then
eventually someone else would start on my cock again and I would have to
guess again.

Of course the game is subject to manipulation on the part of the person
getting jerked off, since it's not usually that hard to tell whose hand is
on your cock. So they're massaging my body for a while, my cock is hard, my
nipples are hard. By now Albie and Clark are pretty good at knowing what
feels good. The two Mikes are just kind of following along. Now, Mike L was
a kid I had a bit of a crush on, a real cherry. Actually, you know what he
looks like - he was the kid in those first pictures of me you saw at
Lee's. But this is before all that.


Finally, a pair of hands are sliding the skin up and down my prick. That
was Albie. He always wanted to go first, and I recognized his touch.
"Clark?" I guessed. So they went back to massaging me. I'll tell you, it's
hard to just lie there, that's why my hands are tied together. Anyway, it
went on like that, their hands gliding over my body, my cock red and hard
as a little arrow, pointed at the ceiling, getting rubbed by a variety of
hands, until finally I feel pretty sure it's Mike L. I wait until I am
ready to come, and then I guess. He stops what he's doing, we all laugh.

Now I get to take off the blindfold and have my hands untied, and really
take control. It's a delicate moment, though. Some kids, if you want them
to take your dick in your mouth, will freak out. But I've got a feeling
about Mike L. I stand up in the middle of the room, spread-eagling myself,
my legs wide apart, my arms stretched out, and give directions:

Albie, I want you to press up against me from behind, rubbing your cock
against my ass. Mike A., you stand here and squeeze my nipples as hard as
you can. Clark, you sit here and run your fingers around my balls. And Mike
L., kneels here, and get ready to suck.

The guys get into position. First Mike A takes hold of my nipples kind of
tentatively, I show him how to squeeze them. My cock has gotten soft amidst
all the arrangements but now it starts to grow again.  Then Albie comes up
behind me and I feel his little hard on press itself against my rump and
his belly press over it. He puts his hands on my shoulders and begins to
rub against me. Clark knows just what to do with my balls, he runs his
fingers through them rattles them like marbles. Mike L, kneeling before me,
looks up at me and smiles the most knowing smile I have ever seen. Then he
slowly slides his mouth over my red hot poker. The room fills with groans
and grunts and panting. Mike L is sucking me like a pro, not letting go,
drawing his head back slowly with increasing pressure, and then sliding
back down until his nose hits my stomach. I feel Albie's cock start to
throb against me as he has his orgasm. It sends me over the edge and I grab
Mike's head and fuck his face wildly, having what feels like the longest
orgasm of my short life.

We come apart, laughing. And then it's Michael L.s turn, and on it
goes. All night, in fact.

Mike L. is how I met Lee - Lee was his uncle, which is how Mike knew so
much about sex already. I won't tell you everything that happened with Lee,
but I walked out on him also, not so long after you. I had realized what I
liked about him taking pictures, which was the feeling of having my body
worshipped. But I figured there were others that would do that...

**

I looked up at the sky, it was getting late in the afternoon. I wanted to
hear more of Gil's story, and it felt so good to lie there together. Felt
like the first time in days that I hadn't had a hard on, and I was enjoying
it.  Reluctantly we got up, still both naked, and walked over to the tree
where we had left our shorts in the heat of the chase.

There were no shorts there. Our clothes were gone.

At first I suspected Gil of doing this, but his protests were genuine and
besides, he hadn't really been out of my sight since we'd taken our clothes
off. Someone else had taken them.


TO BE CONCLUDED.

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