Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2003 21:30:28 -0500
From: B. Bliss <grip2870@hotmail.com>
Subject: bliss-fever-5

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without written permission.


BLISS FEVER: Chapter 9


We made our way back to camp naked in the canoe. We waited for the supper
bell, and then dashed back to our respective cabins hoping nobody would see
us.  I found my clothes, as well as Gil's, lying on my pillow, along with a
VHS videocassette. I had a sinking feeling right away.

I went and found Gil, gave him back his clothes. We went over to the staff
rec room, where there was a VCR. We locked the door and popped in the tape.
The image was shaky, fuzzy, and clouded by rain, but there was no mistaken
what it showed: me and Gil cavorting on the island. I snapped it off
immediately. I had no desire to see what our blissful experience looked
like through someone else's eyes.

Gil smiled ruefully. "We can't seem to get away from the shutterbugs," he
said.  Of course, I knew who it had to be. This was Jeremy's revenge. And
the fact that it was a VHS tape meant it was certainly only a dub.  I told
Gil about Jeremy and his camera.

"So what do you think he wants from you?" Gil asked.

"Me?"

"Well, he left it on your pillow."

"Let's find out."

The campers were coming out of the dining hall.  We went and collared
Jeremy. We took him up to an old unused cabin where the camp stored extra
beds.

I waved the tape in front of him and demanded his explanation, doing my
best to take control of the situation. He crossed his arms and said he
would trade the tape he'd made of us for the tape of Matthias I'd taken
from him.

"What makes you think I haven't thrown it in the garbage?"

"You're too busy watching it, I'm sure," he sneered.

"Why should I care if you have a tape of me and Gil? I'm not ashamed of
what we were doing."

"Well, fine than," Jeremy replied. "I'm sure you won't mind me uploading it
to a bunch of porn websites. I bet lots of fags would pay good money to see
it."

I felt like he had us. Why shouldn't I give him Matthias' tape? I seemed to
be the only one who wanted to get rid of it. And why the hell hadn't I
gotten rid of it?  Gil stepped forward and got close to Jeremy.  "So you
don't like fags?" Jeremy shrugged. "But you like taking pictures of them."

"Like I said, you can get good money."

"You can also get busted," said Gil. "Those kids you taped, they weren't
18."

Jeremy didn't seem too concerned. Gil moved uncomfortably close to
Jeremy. The smaller boy tried to stand his ground, but Gil had him
cornered. Gil was exuding a sexual vibe so strong I could smell it. "I
think you like it," said Gil. "I think you like to watch what boys can do
to one another. Don't you want to see what it feels like yourself?"

Jeremy shook his head, but Gil ignored him, and firmly placed his hand on
Jeremy's crotch. He spoke softly as his began to move his hand. "That's way
better than taking pictures, isn't it? Why didn't you just ask?"

Jeremy was breathing hard. He was wearing his swimming trunks and I could
see the bulge under Gil's hand. Suddenly Jeremy gave Gil a push and made a
break for the door. But Gil was fast. He grabbed him, and I helped. Gil
forced Jeremy to the ground roughly, though I could tell being careful
enough not to really injure him.

Jeremy was really frightened. I decided to play good cop. "Don't do it,
Gil, he'll give us the tape. Won't you, Jeremy"

Gil, pinning Jeremy with one arm, was pulling the boy's shirt up with the
other, pulling it so hard it tore.

Gil: "I don't give a shit about the tape. I like people looking at me
having sex. He can put us on every website he wants.  But I want to taste
his ass."  "Let me go," Jeremy cried.

Gil yanked Jeremy's t-shirt right off. Then he started to flip him
over. Jeremy tried to squirm away. Gil grabbed his shorts and yanked them
down, revealing a round hairless ass. Gil reached between Jeremy's legs and
grabbed hold of his cock. Jeremy stopped his struggling instantly.

"Well goddam," said Gil, "he is a fag, Terran. He's hard as a rock."

"Please," whimpered Jeremy, trying to pull away. Gil wasn't about to let
go. He backed Jeremy towards him, still holding him tight by the cock. Then
he let go and pulled Jeremy's trunks down and off. "I told you. I want to
taste your ass."

Gil spread Jeremy's cheeks, revealing his asshole. "What d'ya think, Terr?"
asked Gil. To Jeremy: "Looks pretty clean. Had a shower since you took a
dump, fag?"

Jeremy could have told Gil he was just recovering from hepatitis A, but he
was too freaked to think straight. Or maybe he actually liked where this
was going but didn't want the responsibility. Either way, he nodded.

Gil looked at me with his goofy grin, then pulled Jeremy back again and
buried his face between his ass cheeks.

Jeremy gasped as Gil's tongue disappeared inside his rosy orifice.  I saw
that Gil relaxed his grip on Jeremy's hard cock, and only caressed
it. Jeremy wasn't trying to get away. In fact, Jeremy put his own hand on
his cock, Gil's ministrations there evidently not being firm enough. Gil
surfaced long enough to laugh and slap Jeremy's hand away from his own
cock. "Touch yourself again and I'll beat your ass instead of eating it,"
he said. "You let me do the driving."  Then he resumed rimming a gasping
Jeremy. Gil had a long tongue and I could see that it was getting well
inside the boy.

Finally, Gil surfaced again.  Jeremy just looked back at him, having
surrendered all resistance, his cheeks flushed. The arrogant armor I had
never seen him without was gone.  "Don't worry, fag," smiled Gil. "I'm not
done with you yet."  Gil stood up, winked at me, and dropped his shorts -
as usual, the only thing he was wearing. He looked down at his flaccid
cock. "Geez, Terr. Eating this fag's ass didn't even get me hard."

I'm not sure what Jeremy was thinking, but he slowly began to pick himself
up, reaching for his clothes. I guess he figured Gil's flaccid cock was
dismissing him. His own cock was still hard, though he tried to cover that
up with his clothes.

"Hey, hold on a second, fag - you don't mind if I call you fag, do you? -
aren't you going to do something about this?" Gil nodded to his own penis.

Jeremy looked at him like a deer in head lights for a moment, then he
seemed to get it. He kneeled down and looked at Gil's cock. Gently,
experimentally, he placed his hands on it.

"It's okay," scolded Gil, "it won't break that easy. Christ, you've got one
of your own, don't you know how to do it? I thought you were a big
pornographer!"

Jeremy's touch became firmer, and I could see Gil's cock beginning to
quickly harden as the boy caressed it. Gil closed his eyes for a moment,
enjoying himself.  Finally, Gil was fully erect. Jeremy looked up at
him. "Now get back where you were," instructed Gil.

Jeremy looked at me. I shrugged and pointed to the door - as if assuring
him he could leave if he wanted to. Jeremy dropped his clothes and got back
down on all fours, looking nervously back at Gil.

Gil dropped to his knees. He reached around Jeremy's waist and pulled him
back a bit, then put one hand on the boy's chest and the other around his
still hard prick. He stoked Jeremy for a few moments by masturbating him
steadily, and stroking his chest. Then he pulled the boy's ass back towards
him, pressing his own cock flat against the crack of the boy's ass. Jeremy
gasped and swallowed hard.

I was hard too, of course, and had started rubbing myself through my
pants. Horniness is so damn catching.

"I've got your hole nice and wet, y'know Fag? Now you want me inside
it. Don't you."

I couldn't believe it, but Jeremy nodded.

"I can't hear you..." scolded Gil,

"Yes," whispered Jeremy.

"Yes, what?"

"I want you to do it. Put your thing inside me."

Gil turned his attention back to the boy's ass. Slowly, he slid the head of
his cock down towards the hole, still wet with his saliva. He positioned
himself, pressing against the boy's sphincter.

Jeremy gasped. Suddenly, Gil withdrew. "Nah, y'know what Terr? I don't
think he really wants me to. I can't fuck a kid who doesn't want me
to. That's rape."

"I do," gasped Jeremy. "I want you to."

"Really?  Really and truly?" asked Gil, with puppy dog enthusiasm.

Jeremy's voice cracked but he spoke firmly. "Yes. Please."

"Well, okay then. Since you said 'please.' But there is one condition."

Jeremy, obviously feeling humiliated by his own horniness, waited to hear
it.

"I think Terran's feeling left out. He has to get your front end. Okay?
C'mon Terran." With a laugh I obeyed, kneeling down in front of Jeremy. Gil
watched as I pulled off my T-shirt and dropped my shorts, my hard-on
bobbing free. Jeremy looked up at me, checking out the cock that was waving
in his face. "You first," Gil said to me.

I gestured "well?" to Jeremy. He put his lips on my cock somewhat
tentatively. I pushed him back. "Open your mouth," I told him. He did. I
aimed myself with my hand - he was on all fours -- and pressed myself in,
his jaw widening as I slipped into his mouth. I took his head in my hands
and looked up at Gil and nodded.  Gil smiled and began once again to press
his cock into Jeremy's rear. I felt Jeremy gasp hard as Gil slid inside
him. Gil and I looked at one another. The boy was spread between us, Gil
thrusting slowly against his ass at one end, I into his mouth at the
other. Jeremy was taking us like a pro.

We fell into a single, increasing rhythm. My cock was disappearing into
Jeremy's mouth almost its whole length, and my pleasure was
mounting. Looking at Gil's beautiful body humping the boy from behind
intensified the rush incredibly. We stared into one another's eyes and felt
the current grow between us. Jeremy was an amplifier for it, a conduit
between us. It felt like our cocks were meeting and mingling somewhere
inside him. We were fused together forever, moist and sliding. One hand
still against the back of Jeremy's head, I reach out with the other. My
fingers brushed one of Gil's amazingly long, hard, erect nipples. He
shivered and grabbed my hand in his, and we came squeezing one another's
hands hard, both pumping jism into our young and oh-so-willing slave,
filling him with our cum.

As we slowly pulled ourselves out of Jeremy's orifices, he groaned and
collapsed, out of exhaustion, embarrassment, or joy I couldn't tell. Gil
slapped him hard on the ass.  "That was good!" he exclaimed.

Jeremy rolled stiffly over onto his back.  He really has a nice
body. Cute. He was heavily flushed and seemed to be coming back to earth
after some time away. "What about me?" he muttered.


Gil and I looked at one another. "What about you?" Gil replied.

"Don't I get to come?" asked Jeremy. Gil smiled his loopy smile and looked
at me. He kneeled down between Jeremy's legs, spreading them. Jeremy's
prick was soft, with a long foreskin, but I saw it start to respond to
Gil's closeness. Gil blew on it lightly and it rose up to stand in the
breeze.

Gil motioned me over. We both applied our hands to Jeremy and began to give
him the jerkoff of his life. He closed his eyes and moaned noisily as our
hands played a duet on his reddened instrument. After a few moments Gil
applied his virtuoso mouth while I ministered to Jeremy's ball sack.

Suddenly, as Jeremy's cock began to throb, Gil stopped and motioned my
hands away as well. Jeremy opened his eyes and lifted his head, looking at
us in disbelief. "Don't stop now!" he protested.

"About that videotape..." began Gil.

"You can have it," promised Jeremy.

Gil smacked Jeremy's still engorged prick with his fingers. "The original?"
asked Gil, Jeremy nodded emphatically, adding another "Please!"

"Go get it now, then," ordered Gil,

Jeremy gasped. Then smiled. "Bastards. Don't go anywhere."

Gil showed five fingers. "Five minutes," he said. "Then we jerk one another
off instead of you and go home."

Jeremy was out the door still pulling on his shorts.  Gil smiled at
me. "You can catch more flies with honey than vinegar." He pulled a public
hair out of his mouth. "He didn't taste half bad."

I laughed, and kissed him hard on the lips, my tongue tasting some of
Jeremy in his mouth.

In about two minutes Jeremy was back in the door, gasping for breath,
looking like he had just bounded out of bed, complete with a hard-on
visible in his shorts. A miniDV tape in his outstretched hand. Gil and I
laughed. I wondered how many people had seem him like this.

Gil got up and walked over to him, just looking at the tape, enjoying the
horny boy's suspense. He took the tape and then lightly touched Jeremy's
cock through his shorts.

"This better be the right tape," Gil warned him.

"It is," promised Jeremy.

Gil handed me the tape. I took the tape and dropped one of the beds on it,
shattering it. Gil continued to caress Jeremy very lightly.  Jeremy, still
well in the bliss fever, pushed Gil's hand back and pulled his shorts down,
his prick leaping out. Gil motioned me over. We both kneeled down and
together began to tongue and kiss the boy's beautiful cock. He put his
hands on our heads and thrust between us hungrily. Gil was a tiger, going
at the poor cock fiercely, and I did my best to keep up, enjoying the
mingling of tastes between Gil's tongue and face and Jeremy's cock. Very
shortly Jeremy shouted incomprehensibly. His whole body began to shiver
wildly and his cock exploded, drenching our faces and, it seemed the
opposite wall with hot white cum. His knees buckled and we had to catch him
from falling. He grabbed his cock and pumped it, still cumming.

We let him down easily, and wiped our slimy faces off on his chest and
hair. Jeremy lay there, his hard breath gradually subsiding along with his
cock, his arms askew, all shame gone in so much pleasure.  Gil leaned over
and kissed Jeremy hard on the lips, swabbing Jeremy's mouth with his tongue
and giving the boy a good taste of himself. Then Gil spoke.

"And don't you dare," he said, "ever call us fags again!"

BLISS FEVER - Chapter 10

There were still a few hours left in our day off. I wanted to hang out with
Gil. More sex was out of the question, but I couldn't get enough of just
being around him. I wanted to breathe his smell as long as I could, and
find out more of his story. But he told me that he had things to take care
of, and we went our separate ways.

I slept well that night for the first time in a few days, my state of
sexual torment resolved. For the moment.

The next day I threw myself into my responsibilities. I'd started to leave
some people wondering what my problem was, so I did my best to act the
ideal camp counselor. Where Matthias was concerned, things seemed to have
settled into an okay camper/counselor relationship, with a tinge of
friendly intimacy. Jeremy mostly avoided my eyes, but in a way which I
thought shy rather than hostile. When I thought about Gil, I felt a warm
feeling, and underneath it a nagging itch which wasn't just sexual. I
needed to see him again.

He was there across the room at lunch, of course. I went over to talk to
him on some excuse, but he was offhand, even curt, leaving my feeling on
edge for the rest of the afternoon. I saw him again briefly at dinner, and
at my suggestion he agreed to meet an hour after lights out in the storage
cabin where we had ravaged Jeremy the previous day.

I got the campers into bed as quickly as I could, and then went to take a
shower in preparation for my appointment with Gil. I was grateful there
were others using it as well. By now the place had too many erotic
associations for me; a solo shower would leave too much room for
imagination. I was more interested in anticipation.

I gave myself a thorough scrubbing, wanting to make a gift of a clean body
to my lover. When I closed my eyes, for a moment I was alone with him there
in the dark, and I felt my cock stir. I quickly opened my eyes and finished
up quickly.

I didn't want to arrive too early so I walked around until the appointed
hour had come, then made my way to the storage cabin. Before I even walked
in the door I knew something wasn't as I expected it. A dim light glowed
inside.

I looked through the window. Gil was not alone. He had two others, down on
their knees, worshipping his huge, engorged cock. It was the twins.

For a moment I thought this was his idea of something to share with me; the
idea didn't thrill me, as I preferred to get through the summer without
fucking any more of own campers. There were risks involved. Parents might
not be so understanding if they find out, and the camp director cared much
more about parental satisfaction than the sexual satisfaction of his staff.

But as I was about to open the door, a second account of the situation
occurred to me. As I slowly opened the door and entered, this suspicion was
confirmed.  Gil, listening for the door, heard me enter - the twins were
too involved in what they were doing. I looked at Gil. He met my eyes for a
moment, smiled kind of sadly, and then deliberately turned away and began
to encourage the twins in their ministrations.

I stood there for a moment. He was telling me to get lost, in his own
perverse way. But I couldn't take my eyes off of his body, which suddenly
seemed a million miles away. He ran his hands up and down as one twin
sucked on his balls and the other worked his cock.

I snapped out of my trance and left quickly and quietly-I didn't want to
have to explain anything to the twins.

I tried to tell myself I was stupid for feeling the way that I had. What
claim did I think I had on Gil? Of course, what bothered me was not some
perception of infidelity, it was the way the situation had obviously been
contrived to send me a message.

The next day, our scheduled times in the pool overlapped. I came to stand
near him. He acted as though we were simply fellow counselors. I couldn't
take it for long.

"Why, Gil? You did the same thing to me that that babysitter did to
you. Threw me off like a used rag."

He looked at me, for a moment totally disarmed, a deer in the headlights.
"Don't take it personally," he said. "I really like you. It was special for
me. But is just how I am."

I chided myself for taking this turn of events so hard, but I couldn't stop
myself from moping through the rest of the day, not sure how I would make
it through the rest of the summer seeing Gil several times a day, and
probably noticing the signs of him screwing his way through the camp
population.

That night, I slept fitfully. Suddenly I sat up wide awake, certain I had
just heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

In the dim light I scanned the cabin. Two beds were empty: Jeremy's and
Matthias'.  I had a sinking feeling.

I did my best to listen to my conviction that the smart thing to do was to
go back to sleep and give them hell in the morning. But after tossing and
turning for another 10 minutes, I jumped out of bed and pulled a pair of
shorts onto my bare body.

Where to look? Intuition took over and I headed back for the storage cabin.
A light was on. Again, I took up a position by the window.

Jeremy was just finishing setting up his camcorder on a tripod. Nearby
Matthias stood. The two boys looked at one another and without saying
anything began to undress, positioned within view of a camera. They moved
with deliberate slowness, facing one another as if looking in a
mirror. Watching, I felt myself falling into a sort of trance.

Their bare chests glowed in the light. Still wearing their shorts, they
stepped towards one another and began to caress one another's
chests. Erections bulged in their shorts, and they stood closes enough so
that the bulges were just touching. Jeremy was following Matthias'
lead. Soon, the bulges in their shorts began to press together
hungrily. Matthias pulled back Jeremy's waist band and his cock slipped
out.  Matthias pulled Jeremy's shorts right off.

Jeremy took a step back. Still wearing his shorts, Matthias positioned
himself carefully to face the camera (which was directly in front of where
I stood) and slowly stripped. That doesn't quite do justice to it though:
I'd never known that the removal of one article of clothing (he wasn't
wearing underwear) could be accomplished with so much effect. He moved his
hips in an incredibly seductive was as he slid his shorts down inch by
inch, stopping ever few moments to caress his own body, stroking his chest
with one hand and his belly with the other.

Jeremy watched, unable to resist stroking himself as Matthias revealed his
body.  As Matthias shorts slowly descended, they tented out increasingly,
holding his cock back under the fabric. Finally he pulled the elastic out,
allowing his beautiful prick to reach out above it, but still not
completely removing his shorts.

The striptease continued. As his shorts descended, Matthias turned his
back, exposing his ass - God I wish their was a better word. Its roundness,
rosiness; it was a peach. Now his shorts were down around his legs, and he
pulled them right off, but keeping his ass towards me and the camera. He
gyrated his hips, and pulled his cheeks apart, caressing his hole. He bent
forward and pushed his cock down as far as it would go, so that it peeked
back at us, his big cock above small, boyish nuts.

Finally Matthias whipped around and held his arms wide to finish with a
flourish. "Here I am" he seemed to exult, and I was amazed at his ability
to bring so much innocence to such a seductive act.

Outside, I was humping my own hand.

Jeremy stepped back and brought out a coil of nylon twine. He motioned to
Matthias who followed him to one of the beds, fortunately still within my
view. Matthias sat down on the bed. Jeremy tied the prepared lengths of
nylon to his wrists and ankles. Matthias stretched his slender body out and
Jeremy secured the lengths of twine to the four bunk posts. He pulled them
tight, watching for Matthias' reaction.

Matthias was now spread-eagled forcefully on the bed, all of him horizontal
save one glorious exception. He watched Jeremy, who took his time, savoring
Matthias' anticipation.

Jeremy reached out and touched Matthias erect cock lightly, watching
carefully for his reaction. The cock seemed to grow longer, seemed to touch
back. As Jeremy took his hand away, it pulsed towards him, wanting the
contact to sustain itself.

Again Jeremy touched it, this time a little harder, flicking his fingers
against it in a way calculated to increase Matthias' excitement without
increasing his pleasure. As Jeremy withdrew his hand again, Matthias
strained his whole body towards him, and Jeremy kept his hand just out of
the reach of Matthias throbbing cock. Matthias pulled hard against his
bonds, his hips raised, his cock trying to find Jeremy's hand.

This was repeated again and again. Each time Jeremy's hand returned, it
worked Matthias cock just a little more. Finally, I thought Matthias would
explode, would tear his bonds, Jeremy was driving him to such a peak of
desire for release.  The beauty of Matthias' body was overwhelming. His
lean muscles all defined as his body strained against his bonds, his face
pure desire, his toes curling with intensity, his prick a golden column of
flesh lightly haloed at its base by hair.  I was now pumping my own flesh,
my underwear hiked down below my balls. I breathed hard as my heat mounted.

Jeremy was deliberately avoiding a consistent, but always renewing his
ministrations with enough frequency to keep the wave driving Matthias' need
from tapering off. I could see it was beginning to drive Matthias crazy; it
felt like this had been going on for hours. In a voice I could barely hear,
he was pleading with Jeremy, I suppose to give him the orgasm which would
release him.

Jeremy smiled and did not oblige. Suddenly, Matthias body went slack, as if
he had given up all hope. At that moment, Jeremy climbed up on the bed,
straddling Matthias' thighs, and pressed his own erect cock directly
against Matthias'. He rubbed them together hard with his hand, exerting all
the pressure and force he had withheld until now. The move was devoid of
tenderness, and Matthias winced, but he also was getting what he
needed. Jeremy's pounding quickly drove them both to a shattering
orgasm. Jeremy fell forward and their cocks exploded in a gush of jism,
pumping across their stomachs and chests.

That was all I needed myself and I spurted hard against the wall of the
cabin.  For a moment, Jeremy lay prostrate on top of Matthias. Matthias was
unable to hold Jeremy because he was still tied, and Jeremy's arms neither
hugged nor caressed Matthias.  After a few moments Jeremy sat up. He
quickly got off Matthias, as if being cemented against him like that was
distasteful. He wiped the strings of semen off himself with his hand, which
he wiped off on Matthias hair with a sneer.

Matthias moved expectantly against his bonds, ready for release. I knew he
must be stiff and sore by now, he had been pulling against them for quite a
while. But Jeremy made no move to release him.

The boys' cocks had grown soft by now. With a glance to the camera, Jeremy
took his cock in his hand. Matthias, still blindfolded, couldn't see what
was coming.  Jeremy let loose a stream of piss, directly at Matthias face.

Matthias flinched, and struggled hard, trying to escape the stinging
wash. But the bonds made escape impossible. Jeremy angled his body,
directing the yellow stream so that it washed across the tied up boy, onto
his chin, his chest, his genitals, soaking him everywhere. On Jeremy's face
was a satisfied smile.

I am sure there are circumstances is which sharing one's urine like that
can be an act of love and pleasure. But this was not. The look on Jeremy's
face revealed his intent: to degrade the boy whose body he had just used
for his own pleasure.

Something in me snapped. Hardly stopping to pull up my pants, I stormed
into the cabin.

Jeremy was shocked to see me come in, and immediately afraid. I was over to
him in a few steps and smacked him hard across the face, knocking him to
the ground. He curled into a ball to protect himself, and I delivered a few
largely token kicks with my sandal-clad feet, then yelled at him to get
out. I didn't have to tell him twice. He grabbed his equipment and was
still pulling on his clothes as he left.

I released Matthias bonds. He threw himself in my arms, sticky and smelling
of piss and come. He could have smelled like anything, I was so glad to be
holding him.

Matthias leaned on me all the way to the shower.  My clothes still on I
supported him under the water, gently sponging his tender body clean of
body fluids.

I felt as shaken up as he did, I think.  I was wondering if sexuality
always involved using another person. Touching Matthias body was a joy, but
I wasn't horny at all. I wondered if I ever would be again.


BLISS FEVER - Chapter 11

Jeremy had more guts than I gave him credit for. The next day, he went to
Max, the camp director, and told him I had punched him in the face. He did
have a black eye to prove it.  I guess he was betting that I wouldn't tell
the whole story, since that would get Matthias in as much trouble as him.

He was wrong.

By the time the matter was resolved, after a lot of disappointed words from
Max, all three of us were asked to leave.

Matthias had refused to answer my questions about why he had again allowed
himself to become the subject in Jeremy's video. After Max delivered his
decision, Jeremy disappeared. I found him sitting alone by the water. He
was crying, and when I approached him he flew into a rage, clawing and
kicking at me.

"Calm down," I hissed. I was shocked at his outburst, though I quickly
realized his upset had less to do with being kicked out of camp and more to
do with the humiliation of others knowing what had happened (or some of it,
anyway).

"You can't go around treating people like that," I told him.

He laughed at me. "He asked me to do it! He wanted me to piss on him, so
he'd have a tape of it!"

At first I figured this was a lie to deny responsibility for what he'd
done. But the desperation of his confession had the ring of truth.

I left Jeremy there and went to find Matthias. He was in the cabin,
packing.  He, at least, wasn't angry at me; he was fatalistic about having
been kicked out.

I told him what Matthias had said and asked if it was true. Without saying
anything, he showed me an envelope addressed to his parents, with the two
tapes in it. He had allowed Jeremy to make the tapes so that he could mail
them to his parents.

I reeled. "Are you sure you want to do that? Don't you care how they see
you?"

"I want them to know that they can't control me," was his reply. "I've
spoken with my Aunt who lives in Seattle. I'm going to go live with her."

He suddenly looked like a very sad little boy to me, and without thinking
about it, I enfolded him in my arms. A knife went through my heart as I
realized how badly I was going to miss him.

After a moment, he pulled away. "I was hoping we could do something before
we left. Go out on the lake?"

I nodded, happy to have a bit of time together.

We took a canoe out, and found our way to one of the islands that dot the
far end of the lake. We pulled ashore and silently walked through the
woods. We came to a beautiful clearing and sat down in the warm sun.

Every time I looked at Matthias I felt sad for what might have been. Which
was...?

"The sun is nice," he said. "Is it okay if we sit here for a while?"  I
looked at my watch and nodded, in no hurry to get back.

He pulled off his t-shirt and lay back, using it as a blanket. I lay beside
him, fully dressed. After a few moments, he propped himself up on his arm
and looked at me intently. I could hardly bear to look in his eyes. All I
wanted to do was kiss him, but somehow it all felt impossible now.

He was the boy who always does what he wants. If he wanted to kiss me, he
would kiss me. I closed my eyes, anticipating, dreading, longing for, that
kiss. It didn't come.

I heard rustling beside me. I opened my eyes and saw Matthias slipping off
the last of his clothes. He stood up, gloriously naked. As if it was the
only way he could express himself at that moment, he began to yell to the
sky, pound on his chest. He danced around the clearing, waving his arms and
hands, his pretty cock, half-erect, bouncing in every direction.

I propped myself up and watched him, amazed. At first it seemed a dance
purely to communicate his joy to this place, but gradually he drew with his
movements a circle around me. Finally he came to a stop, flushed, breathing
hard, and fully erect, directly at my feet. His cock looked like it had
found its adult length but not yet its girth, a red hot poker. He rested
with his hands on his thighs, catching his breath, staring right at me.

I looked at this amazing boy-man, whose spirit was the most beautiful thing
I'd ever encountered, and which lived through a body that awoke so much
longing in mine. He couldn't see how hard my own penis was, how desperately
I wanted him in my arms.

"Dance with me," was all he said.

I started to beg off, strangely embarrassed. He would have none of it. "I
can see you want to," he said.

I took my clothes off. He seemed to flush a little more brightly as I
released my hard man prick from my underwear, twice as thick as his. I
stood up, and he was quickly off again. It took me a few moments to throw
my self-consciousness to the winds, but soon I was gamboling beside him.

Our dance stopped abruptly when I twisted an ankle and went down. Suddenly
feeling angry, I limped back to where our clothes were. It all felt like
too much of a denial of our whole situation. Leaving tomorrow to go to far
distant places. Longing for him to make a sexual overture I didn't believe
would happen, and anyway too terrified of what it might mean if it did to
make any moves myself.

Matthias followed me back and sat down beside me as I rubbed my ankle. "Are
you okay?" he asked. I shrugged. It actually wasn't very sore, but it was a
good excuse to withdraw.

Matthias reached into his day pack, and with a flourish brought out my
bottle of...coconut skin cream.


"I thought you wouldn't mind," he said. "I brought some of this because I
really wanted to give you a massage. Let me start with your foot."

When I didn't protest, he positioned himself below my feet. Slathering on
some of the cream, he began, very gently, to work on the injured foot. His
eyes glanced up at mine. I neither encouraged nor resisted him.

"Why don't you just lie back and relax?" he suggested.

He gave both my feet a gentle massage. He had a gifted touch, and I felt
all the tension and anxiety that had been plaguing me begin to drain away.

He stopped and looked at me. "I think we should get back."

I'm sure I flushed red. That's not where I thought things were going. I sat
up, angrily.

"Unless you want me to give you a massage all over," he added. "I'd like
that. I'm good at it, too."

I smiled and lay back down.

He started on my back. How do you describe a massage? For a while, I forgot
all about my genitals. The whole universe was a blending of my body and his
hands, which smoothed me out like a rumpled sheet. I hadn't realized just
how tense I was.

Once my back had been thoroughly massaged, I felt Matthias' hands descend
to my rear. They gently kneaded my cheeks, brushing his fingers lightly
between my legs. I felt sparks of arousal, but his hands seemed teasingly
indifferent.

He paused for a moment, and when he returned, I could feel his hands were
well lubricated with the cream. He continued down to my thighs, brushing as
if accidentally against my balls several times.

My prick was hard, jammed between my stomach and the grass. Finally, he had
me roll over, and my erection waved in the breeze. Matthias worked his way
up my front: legs, thighs, stomach, chest, arms, hands, face, head. But
there was one part he seemed determined to ignore, and by now it was
begging for release.

I felt his hands withdraw. I opened my eyes, and saw that he was putting
his own clothes back on. He smiled at me.

For at least the third time I began to flush red. Too confused and upset to
speak, I reached for my underwear.

"Is something the matter?" he asked. "You didn't like the massage?"

I pulled my underwear up over my throbbing cock. "The massage was great," I
said. "It just stopped a little too soon."

"Oh." He smiled. "What are you trying to tell me, Terran?" Matthias swung
around to straddle my legs in front of me.  "Maybe you need to tell me what
you really want."

My body acted without any instructions from my mind. I threw myself forward
and pinned him underneath me. I was wearing underwear, he had on his
underwear and t-shirt. Pinning his shoulders with my hands, I began humping
him, rubbing my hard erection directly against his crotch.

"This is what I want," I said.

Matthias closed his eyes in pleasure, and I felt his own cock quickly
growing hard as I rubbed against him. I dropped my face to his and we began
to kiss. Our tongues found one another and danced hard against one another.

Panting, I pulled his T-shirt up over his head in one move, hungry to feel
every inch of his skin against mine. Crouching above him, I began to cover
his body in kisses. As I reached his belly, I slowly slid down his
underwear. His prick spilled out, now erect to its full length.

There was no waiting. I gobbled it whole into my mouth, tasting what I had
only dreamed about before.  Matthias moaned. His member swelled, hot, and
seemed to carry me up into the clouds. I didn't want to release even an
inch of it, but slowly I drew myself back along its length. I took hold of
his pink, hairless scrotum, my thumb drawing circles around his balls. My
other hand circled the tender flesh between balls and ass. I had waited far
too long for this and was working him towards climax as fast as I
could. I'd never been so thirsty as I was for that boy's cum.

He hands were clutched in my hair, squeezing me; I could feel his whole
body trembling with pleasure under me. As the coil of pleasure intensified
in us both, his hands suddenly began pulling on my head, drawing me away
from my new home. Reluctantly I allowed his cock to slide fully out of my
mouth and looked up at him.

He was flushed, and his eyes were glassy with pleasure. He took hold of the
bottle of massage cream and then, staring me in the eyes, drew his knees up
to his chest, his erection rising against his belly. He rubbed cream around
the pink opening between his spread ass cheeks, not taking his eyes off
me. Then he rubbed cream onto my ferocious erection, and lay back.

I positioned myself between his legs. Leaning over him, I took hold of my
cock with one hand, and slowly swirled it around the opening. He pulled his
legs tighter against himself, and I pressed slowly against the pink
doorway. In one smooth movement I entered. I penetrated into him like a
wave onto the shore, one long slide deep down into his centre. Or was it
him moving towards me? His insides surrounded my cock, gripped it, and drew
it deeper. Either way, we were joined together. He took my hand and guided
it to his prick, which I could feel had also been lubricated. With one hand
on his chest and the other hand wrapped around his member, I moved like a
wave, thrusting my cock slowly into him while drawing my hand along his
cock. I soon lost awareness of whose cock was whose, who was inside who.

I strained my mouth down towards his cock, and was able to get just close
enough that I could touch my outstretched tongue against his tip. I held it
there, and the circuit it made sent us both higher and higher. I resumed
thrusting as my tongue slid up his body to his mouth, my hand still pumping
the cutest penis I'd ever seen. Our mouths joined, and I could taste him
tasting himself on my hot breath, his cock in our mouths and in my hand, my
cock inside him up all the way sliding in and out and our pleasure rising
and suddenly he bit down hard on my lip and his hand closed down on mine
and began pumping as his cock exploded and pumped white cream all over his
belly. As he moaned with pleasure I allowed myself a few more thrusts into
him and then came. As I filled his insides with my load, I knew what an
exploding star must feel like. This was the joy with which the world was
created.

I fell into his arms and we hugged, our bodies cementing together.

"Does that answer your question?" I asked.

We lay like that for a very, very long time.


END OF STORY

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