Date: Tue, 17 Jun 2003 09:23:43 -0500
From: B. Bliss <grip2870@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bliss Fever Part 2

This is a work of fantasy, i.e. fiction. It takes place in an alternate
universe, in which the bliss fever is a bit stronger, inhibitions are a bit
weaker, and beautiful boys tend to sleep naked. Nothing is meant to be taken
as encouragement for any actions in the real world.

If you don't understand the difference between fantasy and reality, or if
you believe fantasy to be dangerous, especially fantasies in which teenage
boys have sex with one another, you shouldn't read it.

If you are uncomfortable with the notion that sexual rights and
responsibilities come with sexual desire and maturity rather than the law,
you shouldn't read it.

If you prefer your erotic stories literal-minded, dull, and formulaic, you
shouldn't read it.

On the other hand, if you agree with me that the body and the imagination
are the great wonders of creation, and deserve to make love to one another;
if you revere the power of words; if the experience of youth is too
precious to you to resign it to memory or fact; then read on, dear reader,
and may you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I can assure you that all the boys in this story are played by actors who
are over 18 (documentation on file).  If some of them look younger, well,
that's just your imagination.

In the spirit of the Internet this writing is offered here as a gift. I ask
that you receive the gift with respect and don't rip me off by copying or
reposting it in whole or part without my written permission.

Naturally I am interested in your response!

***

BLISS FEVER
CHAPTER THREE

I thought about going to the infirmary to see how Matthias was doing, but
the truth was, that was the last place I was going to go. I was far too
freaked out. I like to think of myself as having a healthy fantasy life,
but this was a bit much. I wasn't even sure whose fantasy it was, it was
like we'd both had the same fantasy at the same time, both been inside it.

My lust having been dissipated by two thunderous orgasms within the space
of a half hour, I could now also see more clearly the things which made me
uneasy in this situation. Matthias' sexual confidence was preternatural,
and suggested to me a sexual initiation which was premature.

Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't be writing all this down if I thought there
was anything wrong with boys enjoying their own and one another's'
bodies. Or should I say, young men? Biologically we were all men, even
Matthias, who in another time and place might've already been married. I'd
seen the creamy evidence of his maturity. Yet in terms of our place in the
world we were boys, and in the hands of men boys can be vulnerable, as all
know but those in deep denial. And, even biologically, Matthias was only a
matter of months beyond childhood.

I guess I'm just going to have to tell you what happened to me that made me
more sensitive than most to this whole issue.

I told you I have the mixed blessing of a face which everyone tells me is
"stunning." I'm modest about it, after all it's a genetic accident,
something I was given.  Most of the time I've been grateful.

When I was 12, I got involved, in a small way, in catalogue modeling. I'll
spare you the details, you don't care anyway, but I have to admit I enjoyed
it. I did one or two jobs, semi-professional I guess you could say. Both
were as a swimwear model. I was already into swimming big time, had a
swimmer's body. On the second shoot, the photographer, Lee, took an
interest in me. Lee was in his late 20's, and seemed to my young eyes like
a pretty cool guy. Leather jacket, motorcycle, a lot of camera gear,
etc. After the shoot was over, Lee told me that he was confident I could
become a top model in my age group; I just needed an agent. He offered to
shoot a few rolls of shots of me and then to circulate them to the best
model agencies.

I know you've heard about all the exploitative "we're going to make you a
star" sleazoids who charge people an arm and a leg for photos which aren't
going to do a thing for them, but this wasn't like that. This guy, first of
all was legit. His opinion mattered. And he wasn't going to charge us
anything. And I had heard a lot by this point from people involved in
modeling that I really had some potential.

So the following Saturday, I dropped by Lee's studio, which was on the
third floor over a block of stores. It was a big open space, full of
gear. Lee had me put on a bunch of different outfits, while he shot roll
after roll of film. Winter wear, sports wear, swim wear, underwear.

When we'd shot just about everything imaginable in terms of catalogue
modeling, he checked whether I had time to hang around longer. I didn't
have anything better to do. He explained that he was going to develop some
of the rolls and show me the contacts right away. He set me up in the
waiting area with some pop and chips, and then dropped some binders on the
table in front of me.

"It won't be long. Here's some stuff I've shot which you can look at if you
like. Some of it's a bit weird. If you don't like what you see, that's
cool, just put it away and don't worry about it."

I shrugged - that was a weird comment. Who cares that much about catalogue
photography one way or another?

With a wink, Lee disappeared into the darkroom, reminding me where I could
find the bathroom as he left.

Without much interest, I opened up the top binder.

A blond boy with a mop of hair, about my age. A series of shots showed him
modeling an outfit which diminished from one picture to the next.

I turned the page. The boy looked out at me in his Calvin Klein's. I could
tell he was a swimmer like me; in fact that was the first thing I noticed,
how hard working a swimmer he must have been, for his body was beautifully
shaped. The poses now didn't look like what you would see in the Land's End
catalogue. He was still wearing underwear, but there was something kind of
provocative going on though I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

The next page. In a series of photos, blond boy is seen sliding off his
underwear. At first he looks a little shy about it all - I would - but then
he's smiling at the camera, caught off guard by something the photographer,
Lee I guess, is saying. In a series of pictures blond boy cavorts naked,
showing off his nice 12 year old swimmer's physique, and seeming to be
having a good time. There is something unusual about his smile, part angel,
part devil.

Well, this is all very interesting, but also somewhat worrying, because if
Lee thinks I'm going to pose like that for him, he can think again. Then I
remember that he told me to close the binder if I didn't like what I saw,
and so I do.

But after a few moments, I start to wonder what else was in there, because
I wasn't at the end by a long shot. I want to know where this is all
going. I'm confident I'll still be able to say no when the time comes.

I find my place and resume flipping through the photos.

The blond boy is joined by another, around the same age, my age. This one
has dark hair, a real little gamin. He laughs as blond boy starts pulling
off his shirt. In a series of photos they fall to the floor. Dark boy
struggles to get away, still laughing, while naked blond boy pulls off his
shirt and pants. And then both boys are naked.

I definitely see where this is going now, and I am definitely not ready to
close the book. I figure, the minute I hear Lee coming I will slam the book
shut, I don't want him getting the wrong idea. But I'm just too curious. I
wonder why I am not turned off. It's the wrestling thing that gets me, I
guess.  I've just had too much fun wrestling with my friends. I never
thought of it as anything sexual, but there were definitely warm feelings,
and I could feel that my friends felt the same way, warmth created from two
bodies rubbing together. We'd never taken clothes off like this, though
once at a sleepover with two friends we did try wrestling in our
underwear. My boy's cock was quickly hard, and I made an excuse, though I
didn't want to stop.

I said I could see where the pictures were going, and it's not that I knew
what was going to happen next, just that I knew whatever was going to
happen was going to be a sort of solution to a mystery for me, the mystery
of where that warm feeling and my hard little cock might be reaching
towards, if I let them.

I don't want to sound too ignorant. Of course I knew about sex, and I knew
about queer sex, and I even knew some gay grown ups. But none of that
dispelled the mystery, and I certainly didn't think about any kind of sex
as something that people my age did. I had learned that rubbing my hard-ons
felt really good, but again that seemed more like an odd mechanical quirk
of my body that something really connected to what adults did behind closed
doors.

I turned the page. The laughing dark boy has rolled over on his back. His
pants are down around his knees, pulled there by the laughing blond boy,
who kneels over him as he finishes that task. Blond boy is looking back at
the camera as if sharing a laugh with the photographer about the dark boy,
and then I see that something is standing up from the dark boy's loins, and
it's a boyish erection pointed right up at the sky, which I guess is what
blond boy is so pleased about.

It's the next photo that really floors me. And when I look at it it is like
something is torn away from inside me, some membrane or veil that I know
can never be put back, and for a split second I want to cry for its
loss. But at the same time I am hit with the most amazing rush of energy,
what I call the bliss fever, and while I had had hints of it in those warm
thrustings with my wrestling pals, this is the first time it reaches out
and just zaps me, my whole body, and the lightening rod is my unassuming
little prick.

What I see is that the blond boy has put his mouth around the dark boy's
standing cock. The dark boy looks as surprised as me. But he's not
complaining. His mouth is open as if he's whooping. The blond boy's ass is
towards the camera as he bends over and gobbles his buddy, I can see his
boy's balls dangling between his legs.

Of course, I've heard about blow jobs. All I can say is that imagining
something and actually seeing an image of it are two different things. And
I had simply never even imagined it as something two guys my age might do.

Where could we go from here? In the series of photos that followed, blond
boy maneuvers so that his own cock is above the dark boy's face, and with a
bit of careful positioning the two boys have their mouths applied at the
same time to one anothers pricks.

I was feeling wave after wave of the bliss fever at this point. I could see
that my own prick was trying to tear its way out of my pants, which is not
something I would want Lee to notice.

As if on cue, I heard Lee's voice boom out of the darkroom. "How's it going
out there?"

"Fine," I croaked.

"I'll be another five or six minutes," he called. "Then I can open the
door."

Five or six minutes. I took a good look around. No windows. I can't see any
immediate reason not to do what my prick is telling me to, and I'm hoping
if I listen to it it won't do anything to contradict the claim I intend to
make to Lee that I am shocked - shocked! - that he would think I would be
interested in such trash.

In one move, I unzip my Levis and pull down my jockeys and stretch myself
back in the chair. I wet my hand with saliva, and begin to rub my bursting
member. I reopen the binder with my other hand and look at the two boys,
their young penises swollen as two mouths reach for them, two tongues touch
the end of two glans.

My own pleasure builds quickly. My cock now seems like much more than a
little appendage to my body. I'm in the bliss fever and it is a magic wand
sending me into a shivering ecstacy I can feel reaching from between my
legs, through my thighs, my ass, my nipples, my flesh, my scalp. I am
staring right at this suddenly mysterious organ when something unexpected
happens. Well, several things.

My pleasure builds to a focus of intensity way beyond anything I have ever
felt before, and that intensity centers right down into my prick and
squirts out the end of it. I'm coming! For the first time: a warm gush of
semen covers my hands, my underwear, my shirt.

I'm looking at my come-soaked hands in shock when I hear the sound of the
darkroom door opening. This is not good; denials won't sound too plausible
if they are issued with come-soaked cock in hand.

In seconds I have slammed the binder, pulled up my pants, and yanked my
shirt down, hiding the mess as best I can.

Lee comes in, staying low-key. He strings up some negatives to dry.

"So d'you have a look?"

I nod.

"And? That's kind of my hobby. Art photography. What'd ya think?"

My brain is yelling "no way, you freakin' pervert, I'm not letting you
within a mile of my naked body," but my lips aren't obeying. I'm still not
sure why. I knew that even though I had been turned on beyond belief by
what I'd seen, I still wanted nothing to do with this predator.

Finally, I got out, "Kind of weird."

That didn't seem to please him. "Weird? Is that really what you thought?"

I shrugged. "I think I'd better go."

"Sure, if you want. I just want to show you one more thing.  Don't worry,
it's not of anyone else. It's picture I took of you."

I nodded towards the negatives. "Those?"

"No," he said, "something you don't know about."

He led me over to a computer set up nearby. "It's amazing, these little web
cameras," he said. He pointed to a little plastic object mounted on the
coffee table I had been sitting beside. Suddenly, my heart was beating so
hard I thought I was going to pass out.

Lee had the computer going. And there, in a little quicktime movie was
horny Terran. See horny Terran look through the pictures. See horny Terran
close the book. See horny Terran open it again. See horny Terran jerk off
in record time. See horny Terran's first ejaculation.

Tears as hot as my come were running down my cheeks. Lee, laughing, turned
to me, suddenly sympathetic. "Hey man, it's cool, nothing to be embarrassed
about."

"You shouldn't have done that," is all I could say. The fact that I was
crying made me even angrier.

"Hey. It's just between us. I am not showing this to anyone."

"Is that what you told the kids whose pictures you showed me?"

Lee reddened, and grabbed the computer's mouse. He clicked on the quicktime
movie and quickly deleted it.

"There, okay? I just wanted to make a point. I know it's not cool to admit
to liking to look at things like that. But you don't have to feel that way
with me. I told you, it's my art. I like you, I like looking at you.  Fuck,
kid, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And I'd like to take
some of those kinds of pictures of you. Up to you whether you want to do
it. And if you do, up to you whether you do it alone or with a friend.  But
I'll tell you this: it pays a lot better than catalogues. And I've got lots
more pictures like that you can look at if you want." He winked on the last
offer.

Was money the bait? Or just a safe excuse he was offering me?

Why didn't I tell him to fuck himself and split?

"How much?"

"$300 solo, with a friend you can split $1000."

"You won't touch me?"

He raised his hands. "Hey, I just like to watch."

BLISS FEVER
CHAPTER FOUR

Lee was good
at his word. He never touched me. But each time I was there I left feeling
like I had been touched, and not in a good way.

Lee was too smooth to press
me into letting him take the pictures that first day. He wanted it to be
crystal clear I was doing it of my own free will.

The first time I came
back was a few weeks later. My heart was beating hard, and I almost turned
around and left as I was going to open the door.

Lee gave me a drink - a
white russian - not enough to get me totally drunk but enough to loosen me
up.

He had lots more photos to show me. Apparently there was no shortage of
pubescent boys ready to show their bodies off to his camera for a little
money, a little attention, a little zap of the bliss fever. As I looked at
the pictures, he told me about the other boys. "If you really like any of
them, let me know. Maybe I can set up something with you and him here."
He
had me strip slowly. Had me play with myself. It wasn't so hard. I just
didn't think about him. I thought about the boys in the pictures. He wanted
me to look at the camera, but he didn't insist that time. It amazed me how
easy it was to get hard.
When I left, 15 twenties in my pocket, I laughed to
myself. That was easy. I enjoyed the feeling of power I had with that much
cash in my pocket, 30 weeks allowance. (My mom had gone back to school -
money was very tight.) I would never go back again.
I had become a real
jerkoff artist. At least once a day my hand made music on my own flute,
leaving a trail of semen across boxes of kleenex.
Even when you are young,
the solo jerkoff gets lonely after a while. I was desperate for a friend to
experiment with - but without Lee and his camera. I just couldn't bear the
thought of my first real sex with another person being soiled that way.
I
tried to steer a sleepover or two with my best friend Dane towards some
mutual pleasure, in subtle ways, but he never took the bait, and I was
scared to push it. We were really good friends and I didn't want to screw up
the friendship, and anyway it wasn't like I was turned on by him like I was
the boys in Lee's pictures. I would just be using him. Every night when my
penis leaped into my right hand, it was Lee's boys I thought about.

Eventually I just had to see Lee's pictures again, though I told myself it
was the money. I called him, we set a time, and I showed up.
When I arrived
at the studio, Lee was not alone. There was another kid there, a familiar
one, and I quickly realized who it was: the blond boy from the first series
of photos I'd looked at. I'd happily jerked off to him in my imagination
many times. In person he was every bit as beautiful as he had grown in my
overheated imagination.
"This is Gary," said Lee. "He asked to meet
you."
"He did?"
"I showed him your picture. Gary's like you, he asks to see
all the pictures. And then he asked to meet you. Gary, this is Tom." (Lee's
one concession to our privacy was to give us invented names.)
No matter how
interested I was in Gary, or whatever his name really was, I didn't like
where this was going.
"I told you, I'll only do it alone."
Lee tried to
smile, but it came out more like a sneer. "You sure like looking at pictures
of two boys. I seem to recall you couldn't keep your eyes off Gary, for
one."
Gary smiled. I flushed red. The whole thing was wrong. Yes, I would
have given anything to be with Gary...alone.
"Fuck you," I said to Lee, and
left.
I went home and took a shower and felt like I had done a really good
thing. As torn as I was about Gary, I could feel my soul breathe a sigh of
relief. I don't think I realized until that moment just how sleazy what Lee
had done was. He disguised it by making it look like it was all my doing,
but that was part of the sleaziness. Sexuality can be a weird, addicting
thing, and he had hooked me on something way too strong for my young age. If
I needed proof, I got it in the nightmares that assailed me for some time
after, with a leering Lee who wouldn't leave me alone, who made me tear off
too many layers, way too fast.
I guess it was partly as a result of all that
that I had a fairly sedate teenagerhood, sexually speaking. I poured my
energy into my swimming. I still got horny of course, and I still jerked
off, my fantasies ranging among boys and girls my age, to movies stars, and
fantasy figures. Others came and went, but one who never left was Gary. I
never invited him into my imagination but I never entirely kept him out. I
carefully avoided pornographic images - soft or hard. I couldn't without
being more aware of the eye behind the lens, and seeing Lee. I guess I was
also afraid of what would happen to me, like a recovering alcoholic fears
that first drink.
All this was going through my head as I walked back from
the shower, and thought about what to do. What to do about Matthias, what to
do about Jeremy's video. It didn't take long to make up my mind: with
Matthias I would maintain an appropriate role as his counselor. I would
place Jeremy's camera in the camp office, from where he would have to check
it out when he needed to use it for a legitimate purpose.
I checked in the
cabin to make sure everyone was asleep. Matthias wasn't there - in the
infirmary, I assumed - but the others were. The lights were out and it was
quiet, though I suspected Trent and Shel at least were not getting much
sleep, lying awake worrying that I was busy uploading the video to the
internet.
Next I headed back to the staff room where I'd put Jeremy's
camcorder in my locker. I took it out and more than anything wanted to watch
the tape again. Fighting that urge I determined to smash the cassette as I
had intended, but I couldn't bring myself to do that either. I put camcorder
and tape away and returned to my bunk.
I could hear my campers breathing in
the deep rhythm of sleep as I crawled between my sheets, naked as always. I
fell asleep fairly quickly, but it was a troubled sleep. The night was hot
and I tossed and turned, throwing my covers aside. I looked over to Matthias
bed and to my shock, he was lying there. He too was sleeping restlessly, and
as he brushed the covers off I saw that he was as naked as I was.
I stared.
What else could I do? He was so beautiful, lit softly I guess by the moon, a
pale nimbus glowing around him. His back was towards me, and I felt I could
look at the slender butt until morning. Abruptly he moaned and rolled over,
facing me now, and I saw that he was hard.
It was too much. I turned away,
wanting the bliss fever to leave me, for I felt my exhausted cock waking at
the sight of his body, and I did not want it to have its way.
Matthias
began, softly but unmistakably, to moan. I looked back towards him and saw
that he was now on all fours, his ass positioned towards me. Through his
legs I could see his hand pulling down on his cock, while his face, resting
on his other arm, looked back towards me, beckoning.
"Matthias, no. Go to
sleep!" I hissed. He just looked at me, pleading, tugging his meat, his pink
scrotum bobbing behind, his tender young ass swaying in the breeze.
I
wrapped my sheet around me and stood up, tiptoeing across the floor.
"You
don't want the others to see you like this." Now it was me pleading. I
pulled his covers up but he kicked them away.
"Just touch it," he begged,
caressing his ass now. The boy was in heat. Bliss fever.
How could I not
touch him? Gently I placed my hand on his right cheek, cupped him. It was
cool in the moonlight, and so soft. My hand slowly circled around his
ass.
"Yes, I want you to," he said. "I want you. Come on the bed."
I did as
I was told. Kneeled behind him. All my attention on his rear now. I pressed
the cheeks apart slightly and saw the mouth between them, pink and clean
from his shower.
"Here." He reached around with something in his hand: a
bottle of my coconut skin cream. How had he gotten this? Taken it from under
my bed?
Seeing me just staring, Matthias turned around. He pulled away the
sheet which still partially wrapped me.
My prick was ready, of course.
Matthias small hands slathered it with a big gob of skin cream. Then he
resumed his original position. I moved up behind him, my thighs against the
back of his legs. I reached around him and pulled him up straight and hugged
him from behind, pressing my lubed cock against his back. That was heaven
enough for me - I wasn't nearly ready to put my horny beast up inside his
little hole. He sighed for a moment as I began to slide against him, then
pulled away forward. Positioning himself, he reached around and guided the
head of my cock right up against the doorway between his cheeks. I reached
forward and squeezed his shoulders, still not ready to violate him this way.
But I did not resist as the ring of muscle between his cheeks pressed itself
up against me, and began to open to me, with his hand keeping me in place.

As my cock went inside him, he gasped deeply, and I gasped too. It was
something I had never felt before. I slowly slid in all the way, feeling him
open like a flower to receive me. I bent forward, wanting to feel his whole
body against mine, and reached my arms around him chest, my cock driven up
as far inside him as it would go. My hands explored down his front and I
found that his cock was fully erect. I cupped it in my hand and a shiver
went through him, a shiver which raced from his body through my cock into
mine.
As I began to pull out it was though his insides wanted to keep me,
and the friction drove us both mad. I straightened up and his hand replaced
mine on his penis. His head was forward resting on his folded arms. I was
kneeling behind him now, and the movements of my hard shaft in and out of
him slowly began to gain momentum. The pleasure was incredible. Waves of
energy poured between our bodies, and carried with it I began to pump harder
and harder. He gasped and grunted with pleasure. His balls, hanging in their
slender pink sack, slapped back against me with each thrust.
As I felt
myself close to coming, I slowed down. I wasn't ready for this to end. I
turned my head to my side and I realized we were being watched: the other
campers were all awake, their eyes wide. But even then I couldn't stop. And
even when I saw among the campers, Gary, my blond young god from Lee's
studio among them - how could he be here, it made no sense - still I didn't
stop my thrusting. Indeed, feeling all those eyes on me, added to the
feeling of my throbbing cock buried deep inside little Matthias, put me over
the top. I reached down for Matthias' cock first, in time to feel it spurt,
filling my hand with hot cream. With that I had my own climax, and I swear I
shouted as I began to come, began to fill Matthias with my jism.
It was the
ejaculation that woke me up. I was in my bed, and I was coming, and fucking
Matthias evidently a dream. But it wasn't a wet dream. There were hands
bringing me to this peak of pleasure, and they weren't my hands. I had woken
up from a dream about Matthias as someone finished jacking me off - with a
slathering of coconut skin cream. In the darkness I couldn't see who it was
and as I tried to look, he threw the sheet over my face and was gone from
the cabin.


...to be continued!