Date: Tue, 10 Jun 2003 23:08:14 -0500
From: B. Bliss <grip2870@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bliss Fever Part 1

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. 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 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 permission.  Naturally I am
interested in your response.

**
BLISS FEVER, Chapter One

Later, when I was helping him clean up, his face still streaked with tears
and snot, Matthias still wouldn't tell me what had happened. He had been
naked when I found him among the other boys, and was still naked when I had
carried him out of the bunk, his thin body trembling in my arms, holding on
to me for dear life, his head buried in my shoulder, his legs wrapped
around my hips, his warm crotch pressed against me. I don't know why I felt
like I had held him before, had always been holding him. Maybe it was
because, although I hadn't admitted it to myself, I had been longing to
take him in my arms from the first time I saw him. And the longing was like
a memory of the future, of what this moment was going to feel like. His
hair caressing my cheek, his weight in my arms, his skin against my
skin. An innocent moment. So why was my cock so hard, pressing against my
jockeys in its bliss fever?

I'm getting way ahead of myself. I do that. I like to tell stories, and the
thing about a story is, at least the way I tell them, it's never a straight
line from beginning to end. I guess that's because, life, the way it comes
to me, is stories inside stories, and it's hard to tell one without telling
another. Stories about sex are especially so, since I've noticed that where
sex is concerned, everything is a little more complicated. Did I say a
little?

It's not like those stories I've read on the internet, a quick line from A
to B with orgasms every paragraph, semen on the wallpaper, 9 inch cocks,
insert tab A into fold B. Oh, there's orgasms in my story, and lots of cum
too (I did say it's a story about boys, and sometimes I think most of the
66% water which composes our bodies is the white stuff). When I think back
over the events I'm going to tell you about, I sometimes feel a warmth in
my heart, and sometimes a heat in my groin, and usually both.  Because it's
a story about love and it's also a story about lust, the lust that happens
between boys who are becoming men, and have the bodies of men, at least the
cocks and the appetites of men, but still I guess the hearts of boys. And
the boy's heart loves other boys, that's just the way it is. But where
there is love and lust, things are never a straight line.

So be a little patient. I'll get to the sex soon enough. It's just, if I
leapt into it now, I would already have lost the feel of the way it really
happened.  Because in this story, every moment of pleasure I shared with
the other boys was preceded by longing and anticipation which made the
moments, when they came, last forever. That's the bliss fever.

This all happened just a few years ago, but I know when I'm 90, if I live
that long, I'll still be thinking about it. I'll still be thinking about
Matthias' body and about Gil's body, and the way our bodies fit together,
and when I think about that I'll already be half way back to the
teenboycome (if I had my way there would be a single word for that) that
never ends, that I hope never will end..

So I was telling you about cleaning up Matthias, and before that finding
him naked. But really the story has to start before then, before
summer. Just before I was 18, and I had planned for a year the way I was
going to spend this summer, between high school and college where I was
going to study creative writing. The plan: my girlfriend Cintra and I were
going to hitchhike around France. We had been going out since partway
through Grade 11, and we really cared for one another. There was a meeting
of minds that brought us together, and I was hungry for it to be more than
that. Although as I have promised this story is mostly about sex with boys,
the fact is it starts with me trying desperately, for many months, to get
into Cintra's pants. If I hadn't liked her so damn much I would for sure
have given up. Two weeks before we were supposed to leave, I decided to
make my stand, so to speak. I was tired of going home and rushing to my
room for a solo tug on my hard and lonely cock. It was getting late, and
Cintra and I were in her back yard, soaking in her parents' hot tub, when I
announced I'd prefer to be doing so without my bathing suit, and promptly
removed mine. I was hoping she'd follow suit but instead she got mad, and
one thing led to another, things were said which couldn't be taken back. I
had a raging hard-on when the argument started and it was like my hard-on
was doing the talking and it didn't give a damn about Cintra's feelings. I
left her crying and our planned trip in tatters. I figured I would call her
in the morning, but in the morning I felt resolute that it was up to her to
make a move, and she didn't and we didn't talk.

I consoled myself with my latest method of jerking off, which consisted of
positioning myself in front of the full-length mirror on my closet door,
and doing a slow striptease. Did I mention that I'm a swimmer? It's given
me a body I'm proud of, long and lean and firm. I don't think I'm any more
narcissistic than the next guy, it's just the amazing thing of noticing
something different about your body every time you look in the mirror. I
felt like I was mutating from a kid never fully at home in his body, to the
shape of a man which just seemed more like me, at last.

My mom has this coconut skin cream, just the smell of it makes me think of
the beach. Well actually, by now, the smell of it makes me think of sex, at
least with myself. I had been using so much of it I finally bought my own
bottle to keep her from getting suspicious. Now, stripped down to my
underwear, I spread the cream across my chest and began to swirl my hand
across the skin. As I tugged on my nipples, I could see them hardening in
the mirror, and my cock was growing under my other hand, until it was
reaching out of the band of my jockies. Finally in one move I pull down the
underwear, and God it feels great to be free of all clothes, and to see my
cock in the mirror. In its size, shape, everything, it embodies this
mysterious now country of manhood I have yet to begin taking for granted. I
feast my eyes on it.

Now. My cock is going to be an important player in this story, though I can
assure you that there is no point at which it will not remain attached to
my body, even though there will be times when the tail might be wagging the
dog. I will try to describe what I see when I look at it, and I'll do the
same for my friends, because I know their cocks are as important to them
(and for that matter to me) as mine is to me (and them, I hope). But there
is one word I won't use and that is "inches." For one thing, I'm Canadian,
and we use the metric system. I could, then, use centimeters, which would
have the benefit of yielding an even higher number.  But my objection is to
measurement. Every time I read someone's porn where so and so does such and
such with his XX inches, I have the image of dudes with rulers sticking out
from the crotches. Just doesn't turn me on. (For that matter, it seems like
most porn is written by someone in too much of a hurry to come. But you
didn't come to me for literary criticism so I'll shut up about that now and
get back to my cock.)

My cock. At the moment, I am daubing, with a few fingers, some of the Skin
Trip (the coconut stuff) along the underside of the shaft. I am putting off
as long as possible the moment where I really start to pull on it, because
for whatever reason I am more turned on than usual looking at my swimmer's
body in the mirror, and it really does seem like my cock has grown
bigger. The hell with the light touch. I apply a good squirt of the lotion
directly, and wrap my hand around. My cock is a two hander, and I have
pretty big hands. Though if I use one of my hands to cup my balls, which
I'm doing now, I can watch my cock thrusting through the one hand (I didn't
say I didn't care about size, just about measurement.) After that, I think
you know how it goes. If you're going to be auto-erotic, go all the way I
say, and while my cock has its way with my hands (because there's no doubt
what part of my anatomy is calling the shots at this point) my eyes do
their best to take the whole thing in.  And I feel a bit of what I will
later come to know as the fever, as this feedback loop thing happens
between my raging cock and my watching eyes and all the muscles in my body
which seem to be throbbing as a gush of come hits the mirror obscuring my
face.

While I'm cleaning the come off the mirror, I should probably say a bit
about my face. It isn't a matter of bragging. Like sex, good looks are more
complicated than your average porn fantasy suggests. When I look in the
mirror I just see my face, but I've noticed that when I look at other
people, they have a reaction, and eyes tend to stay on me. I see black
hair, blue eyes, full lips. Psychologists say beauty is just a culturally
specific thing, we like well-balanced features, I don't know. I just know
that some people act a bit strange around me. In fact this got me into
trouble once when I was younger, but I'll save that story for a little
later.

As the fever receded in the shower afterwards, I thought about what I was
now going to do for my summer. I would have just gone to France myself,
except for the embarrassing fact that Cintra had paid for the tickets. Her
family is loaded, whereas I just live with my mom and we don't have much,
and my own savings were just going to be enough for expenses over there. I
probably could have spent my whole summer vacation thinking of new ways to
apply Skin Trip to myself, but there was another problem, which was that my
mother was taking off with some friends and she had arranged to sublet the
apartment. In short: I needed to get out of town, and I needed a summer
job.

I've always loved being in the water. I've swum competitively through high
school. The summer before I had worked on the waterfront staff at Camp
Terrapin, an aquatics camp in Northern Ontario. I made a few calls and
discovered they had had a staff member drop out and needed a counselor.  So
a few days before I had expected to be taking off for France, I was bussing
my way to a lake in the wilderness.

Matthias. I noticed him first on the bus. Most of the kids as you can
imagine were pretty into socializing, even the new kids. Matthias obviously
was new, sitting by himself, but he seemed content just to stare out the
window and daydream.  Something about him caught me. He was 14, I found out
later, though he looked younger, more like 12. His blonde hair so pale it
was almost white.  He was leaning against the window, his head leaning on a
slender arm, only a bit of his gently freckled face visible. For some
reason, I wanted to take a picture of him. It was just a moment. But it's
stuck in my mind like a sliver.

As counselor, I was responsible for a group of 8 14 year-olds. I guess I
wasn't surprised that Matthias was among them. He was the only new kid;
which can be hard. And I could see right away that in his case, it was
going to be. Part of it for sure was Jeremy.

Jeremy was well known to the counselors. If you had Jeremy in your cabin,
your main task was going to be figuring out how to tame the beast. He had
that inexplicable charisma that some kids have, kids who grow up to be
politicians or psychopaths, I guess.  Natural-born leaders, you could say,
except in Jeremy's case, as with so many, there was a decidedly twisted
quality to his leadership. He wasn't disobedient as a camper, he was far
too confident in his own power to get what he wanted, and his ability to
use his peers to that end.

Jeremy had the good looks and handsome wardrobe of a rich preppie, which is
what he was. I was surprised to notice on the first day that he had brought
with him a digital camcorder, one which, while small, was more on the order
of a professional model. But he was a kid with parents who wanted him to
have the "best", which invariably meant more than he could use or
appreciate. (Which probably has something to do with why he appreciated
nothing and wanted to use everyone.) He noticed me looking at it and
assured me he had just brought it to tape some of his practices, and that
he would keep it put away at other times.

Early on, I said something to Jeremy about Matthias - make the new kid
comfortable, that kind of thing. He nodded and assured me he would. And
indeed it looked like he had taken Matthias under his wing.

I didn't think any more about the camcorder until the events of the second
night of camp. There was an evening activity going on, and part-way through
I realized that half of my campers weren't there: Jeremy, Matthias, and two
others, Trent and Shel. Trent and Shel were twins, and Jeremy's most loyal
slaves. I decided to head back to the cabin and see if I could find them.

I remember pausing as I was about to open the door. For some reason, I felt
a kind of dread. I entered as soundlessly as I could.

I saw right away that blankets had been hung around two of the bunk beds,
cordoning off the area between them. From inside, I could hear Jeremy
issuing orders.

"Like that.  That's right." His words rose out of a bunch of tangled sounds
which sounded like...sex. Panting, grunting, slurping, with a few muttered
comments. The cabin was dark but there was a light behind the blankets, and
I could see silhouettes moving.

I moved through the dim cabin quietly.

"Yeah, good.  Ohhh." That was Shel.  "More. Take it." Jeremy.

Suddenly, I tripped over someone's trunk, making a loud noise.  The
response from behind the blankets was immediate. The light went off,
whispered commands, rustling of clothes.

I quickly turned on the cabin lights and yanked back the blanket. The twins
were pulling clothes back on. Jeremy had his video camera in his hands. On
the floor was Matthias, stark naked, his pale flesh and skinny swimmer's
body looking terribly vulnerable. He turned away from me, covering his
genitals with one hand and his face with the other, apparently in shame.

"It's okay, Terran," Jeremy quickly assured me, putting away his camcorder.

"Just a game. No one hurt, right guys?"

Trent and Shel, avoiding eye contact, murmured agreement. As Jeremy started
to turn away from me I grabbed the camera. "Hold on a second," I said. "I
want the three of you to go outside and wait for me there."

Jeremy started to protest - for a moment his polite veneer slipped and I
saw something scary in there -- but he quickly realized that any resistance
would compound the situation.

I shoved the camcorder in its case and slung it over my shoulder while
turning my attention to Matthias, kneeling beside him.

He was crying. I pulled a blanket over him. "You okay?" I asked.

"Get me out of here," he pleaded.

There was nothing to do but scoop him up into my arms. Which is how I came
to be carrying a naked young Matthias out of the cabin. As we passed the
others I ordered them into the cabin and told them they were to stay there
until further notice. Trent and Shel looked truly desperate, but they were
taking their cue from Jeremy and for the moment he was compliant.


I guess it was the good thing I had the blanket over Matthias. It would not
have been good for them to see the warmth inside, see how my hands tingled
where they touched him, see that I had the hardest hard-on I had ever felt.

Somehow my t-shirt had ridden up and I could feel Matthias genitals,
pressed against my stomach. "They were making me do things," is all he
said. I took him to the infirmary, where he could have his own room for the
night. Washed his face off. He didn't want me to leave. Looked up at me
through lashes like moth wings. Spontaneously I kissed him on the forehead,
and he closed his eyes.


I made sure the rest of my campers made it back to the cabin, and after
lights out I went to the staff rec room to have a snack. I was feeling
confused and disturbed. It's not that I've never felt anything for a boy.

I've known I was bisexual since I first heard the word. It's just I'd never
felt anything quite like this, period. And I wasn't sure it was a good
thing to be feeling. I knew what it felt like to be sexually exploited, for
reasons which are bound to come out eventually in this story but which I
don't quite feel ready to get into. I had evidently rescued Matthias from a
really cruel situation, so why had my own response been a desire to throw
him on the ground and ravish him myself? I would have to deal with Jeremy
and the twins tomorrow, possible even see that they were sent home. But I
guess I wondered how much better I was to feel this way, because now I
could only think about one thing: what had been going on behind those
blankets?

Soon I was alone in the rec room - my introspective mood hadn't made me
very interesting company. And there was the camcorder beside me. I was
going to have to hand it in to the director in the morning, when I told him
the story.


It wasn't until my hands were already taking the camcorder out of its case
that I actually had the thought that whatever had happened behind those
blankets, was recorded on the tape still in the camcorder. I was the
counselor. Matthias hadn't been able to tell me what had happened, and I
wasn't about to trust Jeremy's version of events. The camera, however,
doesn't lie. I pressed rewind, and when the tape got to the beginning, I
pressed play.


BLISS FEVER CHAPTER TWO:

Here's what I saw, sitting along in the rec room and watching the pixel
display on that camcorder:

Shel, Trent and Matthias sitting there, all clothed. Jeremy holding the
camera, giving them directions as, I assume, he glances between the
viewscreen and them. (I can tell this from their looks towards him.) All
three look a bit nervous. The sound is a bit garbled, and I don't want to
play it loud in this space, where someone could walk in any minute, so I
can't actually hear what's being said. I can only watch.


There is a fumbling nervousness to it all, these are 14 year olds. But
Jeremy, evidently a budding pornographer, manages amazingly to keep
control.


Shel and Trent are nice enough to look at, but it's Matthias your eyes are
drawn towards. As he strips his clothes off, with hesitant, heartbreakingly
vulnerable looks to the others, the light bounces off his white skin so
that it almost burns out in the wide open auto-shutter. His nipples are
small reddish brown islands on the white expanse of his slender
chest. After some more words from Jeremy, Matthias lifts his ass up to
slide off his pants.

The camera tilts down to get a good look as Matthias' boxer shorts slide
off. His penis is already a man's penis above a boy's testicles, and only a
tiny bit of blond pubic hair above. The camera isn't that interested. It
sweeps up now and Shel and Trent, lying beside Matthias, have pulled down
their pants, and have their hard cocks in hand. Shel and Trent are
identical twins: but there is one part of their bodies that are not
identical. I'd like to tell you exactly what their cocks looked like, their
chests, their nipples, balls...but the truth is it was only Matthias I was
really looking at.

The three boys have their cocks in hand. It seems it's to be a race to see
who can come first - only, Matthias is playing by a different set of
rules. While Shel and Trent yank their pricks with a rough kind of
indifference, looking nowhere in particular, Matthias caresses himself with
long, languid strokes, gazing dreamily at his swollen member as if it were
his best friend. In short time, Trent and then Shel spurt their orgasms
with a few short grunts. Satisfied, they look at Jeremy for more
instructions.


Well, Matthias clearly lost, and now come the consequences; he starts
orally servicing the twins. At first, everyone seems to be having a good
time. Matthias has Trent's hardening cock in his mouth, and clearly it's
not the first one he's had there, since he worships it with
proficiency. Shel's cock is getting hard as he watches, and soon Matthias
is working on both cocks.

But Jeremy isn't satisfied with this. On his command, Shel pins Matthias'
hands behind his back, and Trent takes control of Matthias' mouth, ramming
his now fully erect cock in to its hilt, holding the boy's hair tightly in
his hand. Matthias is being orally raped.

Suddenly some idiot bumps into a trunk off-screen, the camera pov starts to
whip around, and that's it.

Sitting there, I know two things. One, Matthias started off as willing a
participant in what happened as the others - though why and how a 14 year
old boy could be such a proficient cocksucker is a questions which raises
the spectre of other moments when he might not have been so willing.

Or am I just projecting my own history? Two: I am hornier than I have ever
been in my life, if such a thing is possible. I want to push rewind and
watch the tape again, but I know if I do I will have my cock out and be
jerking off here in the staff lounge, which is not a good idea. Plus, the
fact that I am turned on in spite of the cruel direction things took, is a
little disturbing. So I stow the camera and head for a shower to clear my
head.


The hot water felt good. I tried to let it wash away the images in my
mind. But that thought brought the images more vividly to mind, and there
was no denying that they were turning me on all over again. Two boys cocks.

Matthias face. Matthias boxers sliding down, revealing a cock as beautiful
as a young bird. Supporting myself against the wall, I reached around my
throbbing cock and began to stroke myself. It was pretty late and odds were
no one else would come into the shower, but the truth is I was beyond
caring. I closed my eyes and saw Matthias naked body as the camera saw it,
only in my mind the image kept going, and the twins cocks spurted come in
gushing quantities onto Matthias pale face. I gasped as my own come shot
out of my body against the wall.


A moment later, I stepped out of the shower, and almost had a heart
attack. Matthias himself was sitting there staring out me.


"What are you doing here," I demanded. "You're supposed to be in the
infirmary."

"I couldn't sleep," was his simple reply. "And I feel like I need a
shower."

A little spooked, I shrugged. "Okay, but then to bed right after."

He grabbed my hand.

"Please don't leave. I don't feel, you know, I don't feel safe alone."

He had the longest eyelashes I've ever seen, and I couldn't resist the
pleading look. My towel still wrapped around me, I nodded and sat down.

"Thank you. I won't be long."

Matthias quickly pulled his clothes off. Although he'd been in my hands
naked not an hour earlier, I hadn't really had a good look at him in
person, and on the tape he had been more ghost than flesh. I couldn't help
taking him in with my eyes now. He had a boy's body which has just began to
sprout into a man. His skin was pale, a dusting of freckles across his
shoulders, just beginning to broaden.

His legs as he slid down his pants were hairless, but like his torso,
showed that slender muscularity of a dedicated swimmer. As he yanked down
his underwear, his penis bobbed up. With just a little blond moustache
above, it had the slender hairless contour of a boy's penis, but the size
of a man's, made more striking by his small, bare testicles.  I took this
in at a glance, then looked up to his face, to see him looking back at
me. I quickly looked away, and I'm sure flushed, as it seemed not only that
he knew I had been checking him out, but he was deliberately displaying
himself. He smiled, then turned and headed for the shower. "I hope there's
some hot water left." As he moved I quickly realized that his unconcealed
prick was erect, and getting harder.


In the shower, Matthias luxuriated in the water.

He ran his hands over his body, soaping himself up. His attention moved
quickly to his genitals. Soaping himself up luxuriously, he put both hands
on his cock and began to work it. I couldn't quite believe what I was
seeing, and wanted to run away, except that it was the most beautiful thing
I'd ever seen. I realized that I was hard again, and I let the towel fall
away and leaned back so that my prick could stand free. I had only taken my
eyes away from Matthias for a moment but when I looked back I was startled
to see him, staring straight back at me. In fact he was facing me
completely now, the water shooting against his skinny, hairless body and
spraying away, both his hands working his cock; actually, his hands were
steady and his slender hips were thrusting sinuously back and forth.

It's hard to do justice to the moment. It sounds like a typical
pornographic fantasy. Except there was nothing pornographic about his
face. Matthias face had a simple look of pure happiness. He seemed to be
saying, "here I am. This is the body I have been given, and I love it. I
offer it to your eyes with that love."

Without taking my eyes off his, I brought my hands onto my cock and began
to work it. Joined at the eyes, I couldn't tell whose hands were roaming
over whose body any more. I saw myself in the shower, with him, the water
hitting us both. He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down. He
turns his body slightly to let the water wash the soap off him. My mouth
hungrily mauls his chest, biting onto his small nipples, hard as buttons,
as one of my strong hands takes him from the front, cupping under his balls
and lifting against the shaft of his prick, the other reaching behind, my
finger sliding between the hairless cheeks of his ass and gently into his
anus. As I drop down all the way to my knees, my hand guides his prick into
my mouth.

I swallow his boycock whole, it seems so large for the size of his body yet
I could fit it whole into my mouth. It is electric, like a living thing
unto itself, a whole universe filling my mouth and I want to keep it there.

Matthias moans and began to thrust, for I am too overwhelmed by the
sensation of it, the silken layer of skin over throbbing muscle to make any
movement at all. But as his cock slides in and out of my mouth, my lips map
its contours, my tongue pressing along the underside and swirling around
it, and my head begins to work with his movement. As his hips press towards
me and my mouth presses down to the root of his shaft, my lip was tickled
by the down blond hair on his pubes, the only hair anywhere on his body
beside his head. My hand in front is wrapped gently around his balls and
his thrusting hips have somehow worked my finger up inside him. I feel,
although my mouth is surrounding a billion of his nerve ends, like my
senses are somewhere inside him, a salty sweet place in which tongue and
saliva and semen and cock and ass and fingers and sweat are all one. He
groans, and I feel his hands holding onto my head, as he fucks my mouth,
his thighs tensing with every thrust, his anus squeezing my finger, every
part of him it seems throbbing.

"Oh, oh, oh, Terran," Matthias gasps, and I feel a hot spurt of boy come
pumping itself into me, streaming down my throat in a thick gob. Suddenly
his knees wobble and give, and I hold him with my hands, and my mouth,
refusing yet to release his boyhood. I lower him down onto the floor of the
shower, allowing my finger to slide out of the asshole that had closed
around it like a lover, the water still cascading over us. Matthias sprawls
back, his arms flopping over his head, almost exactly as I had discovered
him in the cabin.

I feel the incredibly electrical energy that has been zapping out of his
cock recede in waves, moving back into his body, and reluctantly and oh so
slowly, caressing his balls between my fingers, I allow his cock, now so
much smaller, to slide out of my mouth.

I lean back on my haunches and look at what lies before me, resting my
hands on Matthias' thighs.

A freckled blond boy, his slender arms thrown over his eyes. I run my hands
over his body, astonished by his perfection. My own cock looks, before him,
like a satyr's cock, not just a man's cock above this boy's body, but a
raging, hungry monster, fully half the size of his whole body (well, it
looks that way, I don't really claim such extraordinary
proportions!). Maybe it was my lust that is so magnified. If I could tear
my cock off my body and ravish Matthias with it, ravish myself with it, I
would have. Indeed it is standing up so hard it seems to want to crawl
right inside my own body.

Around this hungry beast a slender boy's hand wraps itself. Matthias eyes
are still closed but he obviously isn't asleep. His hand touches me
delicately, experimentally. The fingers prod along my shaft and caress my
balls. The touch is feather light, maddeningly so. I put my hand around his
and began to use it to jerk myself off with the force I need. His other
hand reaches up and tickles my balls. He is half sitting up now, and
smiling, I look down at him and see his little prick is getting hard again,
again growing from something the size of my index finger to more than twice
that size. I tilt myself forward and press my cock right against his, and
pressing against him began to thrust against it. It would be more accurate
to say my cock is doing the thrusting, not I, I am being dragged gloriously
along behind it. The two cocks want to go their own directions, like seals
slipping over one another, and it is his hands that keep them from parting,
while my hands hold against his hips. He lies there and receives my
thrusts, groaning with each stroke. Each time my cock slides slowly against
his I feel a whole landscape traversed, head against shaft, head against
head, shaft against shaft, shaft against head, and feel a churning volcano
at the base of my body and his, a single volcano which needs both our
bodies and which we are bringing to the point of eruption. I suddenly tilt
forward, supporting myself with my hands, and drop my face to his. As our
lips and tongues join, I accelerate my thrusting. Our cocks now throb
against one another with a single beat as the rhythm of their movement
accelerates. I feel myself fall inside his mouth and, then the volcano
explodes, molten come gushing out of to cover his stomach, while below me I
also feel him tremble feel his balls squeeze up and his cock jerk as it too
erupts.

Then I blink and I am back where I had been all along, sitting on the
bench, watching him shower, our eyes locked, as, looking at one another, we
both came.

Matthias, still standing alone in the shower, let out a little moan as he
ejaculated, and when he looked at me it was like a deer in the
headlights. Without saying anything he grabbed his towel and fled the
bathroom.