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That's when the roar of that T-Rex could be heard over the rain, and Sawyer and I looked at each other and giggled out loud. "God, I hate that thing. It freaks me out." He said, and we returned to silence for a minute or two. The light on his phone went off, but the sounds were still playing. We were laying down, facing each other...and I knew that, even though he had gone silent on me, he hadn't gone to sleep yet because of the way that he was breathing. In the darkness of the tent, all we could see was each other's silhouette...but our senses were picking up so much more. I felt drawn to him. It was like I couldn't help myself. I got so hard that it hurt and I was wrestling with the fact that I've never been in this kind of situation before. Do I say something? NOT say something? Move closer, or further away? Will that seem like a rejection? Will doing the opposite seem like an invitation? And what do I do if he thinks it's an invitation? Like...what then? I never met another boy who likes other boys before. What do I do?

Those few minutes of uncertain quiet, with me being hard enough to hump the ground beneath me, straining to breathe...seemed like several eternities strung together in an infinite loop. My heart was pounding in my ears to the point of near madness. Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump...I was scared that Sawyer could hear it too. I'd be so embarrassed if he heard my heart turning flips like this.

His arm reached out from the warmth of his sleeping bag. He hesitated for a moment, but I could almost 'feel' it moving forward in the darkness. Now, I was panting. Anxious and confused...but craving the opportunity to have him touch me. Wherever he wanted to.

Eventually, he raised his arm up a bit and touched my shoulder, causing me to shiver all over from the contact. And when I didn't pull away, he sort of rubbed my arm a few times. It was in this really intimate manner...one that made me feel soooo good. Did he know that I was conscious? Or was I not supposed to know anything at all? I was scared to commit to what was happening at first, but then I reached up to unzip my sleeping bag a little bit to get my hands free too.

Suddenly, Sawyer snatched his hand back, and he rolled over on his back. "Sorry..." He whispered.

Oh no! What did I do??? I guess he wasn't aware of the fact that I was awake after all. I panicked for a moment, and then scooted a little bit closer to him, taking a hold of his hand and slowly putting it back on my shoulder again. "It's...it's ok..." I said, my whole body trembling violently as I tried to apologize for whatever I might have done wrong.

"Yeah..." I was so breathless, but so eager to go on. "I'm sure. Are you...like...I mean, that's ok, right?"

"M'kay..." I replied, and I let him lightly rub my arm again. And then...I reached out to place my hand, palm down on the flatness of his chest. We were barely moving at all, but from our heavy breathing alone, you would have thought that we had just run a marathon and a half. I can't remember a time that I had ever been so aroused. It was almost too much for me to handle, but I didn't dare spoil this moment before I found out what the limits of my ultimate joy and passion could really be if I pushed the envelope just a little bit further.

Frightened as a fawn taking its first steps on solid ground, Sawyer and attempted to assess the potential threats involved with being too 'weird' about all of this. One wrong touch, one involuntary moan or giveaway shiver...and we could bring this whole delicate balance crashing down around us. And yet...curiosity alone kept us going. Fear, be damned.

We simply used our hands to cautiously explore our bodies for a short while. Little experimental brushes, followed by stifled whimpers and unpredictable convulsions. But it was when I was touching and rubbing Sawyer's abs...almost accidentally going up under his T-shirt to touch his bare skin...that things began to escalate even further. There's something about the warmth and smoothness of bare skin that can't be duplicated by any material on Earth. I let my finger circle around the rim of his shallow belly button, and soon he was sitting up to pull his shirt off completely. I was quick to follow his lead, and we both unzipped our sleeping bags all the way down to scoot in and hug one another closely, skin on skin, just feel the exhilarating passion of being welcomed into another boy's embrace for the very first time. It was mind-blowing.

Lightly running my hands up and down his back was like magic to me. His skin was like silk. I could still feel the slight dampness of his hair, and the scent of the shampoo he used as I nuzzled myself into the nape of his neck. I just closed my eyes and allowed the rest of the world melt away as we held each other in the dark, the sounds of rain and dinosaurs in the distance still echoing on his phone. Wow...

As his hands moved lower, I began to get more nervous...but my compelling awe and wonder refused to let me slow things down. I didn't want them to. I'm not even sure what I wanted, I just knew that I needed so badly that I could taste it. And that's when he touched me. The previously untouched part of me for everyone else who wasn't me. Just on the outside of my shorts, but it delivered an electric shock to me that caused me to whimper out loud. Never having been grazed in such a sensual way before...it was my natural instinct to pull my hips back away from him. It was almost similar to having someone unexpectedly tickle the bottom of your foot...but much more potent. Much more desirable. So despite my initial knee jerk reaction, I moved in even closer to press my aching hardness against his, and we pushed them together with a steady rhythm that only took us a few minutes to figure out and become completely in sync with.

I was hugging him so tight. He was holding me so close. And just when I thought things couldn't possibly escalate any further...Sawyer leaned his head back...and he gently pressed his beautiful lips against mine.

I had never kissed anybody before...but I could immediately see what all the fuss was about. I could taste his boyish breath in my mouth, and something about locking lips with someone so gorgeous completed the whole experience for me. Especially once I felt his tongue touch my lips...and then reach further forward to sensually slide back and forth against my own. It was slippery and wet and I couldn't get enough of it. Our lips began to smack as the suction from our little make out session got to be more intense, and I rolled on top of him to grind myself against him in a way that was much bolder than I ever thought I'd have the courage to engage in. And then we rolled over on another, this time with him laying on top of me, and my hands gripping the plump cheeks of his firm and supple ass as he pressed himself down on me and made a few soft noises of his own while grinding against my ravenous desire for more.

I couldn't tell you how long this went on for, as all time stood still when we were together like that, rolling over on another as our erotic kissing attempted to keep itself quiet from any eavesdropping parties that might be close enough to our tnt to hear what was going on between us. But we eventually had to come up for air and catch our breaths before we found ourselves too woozy to recover. Sawyer rolled off of me, and we spent a moment or two laying on our backs at each other's side, panting and shaking with a virgin fever that seemed to capture us in a euphoric storm of wiggles out of nowhere. However, it wasn't long before I missed his kiss, and I think he missed mine too, because he reached over and rubbed the front of my shorts again...pitching a sturdy tent of its own.

I defensively whispered back, "You are too! Hehehe!" I reached over to touch him too, and felt something wet on my fingers. "Dude, you're leaking."

"I know. I can't help it." He smiled. A beautiful smile, even if I could barely see it in this severely limited amount of natural light.

He kissed me again, but only briefly. We felt each other for another minute or two before he took his hand away and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. I was quick to follow his lead once again, and with a little squirming of our hips we were able to pull them all the way down and then off of our feet and ankles to toss to them to separate sides of the tent. And there we lay...completely naked. Hard enough to explode, our boyhood pulsing with every hysterical heartbeat that tore through us.

We both giggled slightly for a moment but it was mostly out of awkwardness than anything else. And then...he reached for my fully exposed hardness...and I reached for his...and after feeling every throbbing inch of one another for the very first time, we began to rhythmically stroke one another in unison. It was the most natural thing in the world to do...but it felt so naughty doing it to somebody else like this. I couldn't even imagine the kind of trouble we might get ourselves into if anybody ever found out, so every moment of it felt risky and wrong. But it was hard to tell if that was supposed to b a deterrent...or a beckoning towards a more thrilling experience than it already was when we started. All I knew was that I didn't want it to stop.

Sawyer raised one of his knees and I pushed my hips out even further as his motion, grip, and speed, caused me to see sparkles. I held my breath to keep from making any noise, but it wasn't easy. It felt soooo good. I wondered if any of the other scouts out in the park area were doing this right now. Maybe they've been doing it for a long time now. Either way, I could feel Sawyer leaking copious amounts of sticky liquid that slid down his hardness and puddled around my fingers, creating this wet slapping sound that I was praying wasn't as loud as it sounded in that moment.

And then...a part of my body switched over into a more lustful state, where there had been an obvious breach...and I knew that my moment of truth was coming. I don't think we really lasted that long. A slick and quick virgin's pace was never meant for the long haul. That only comes with time and practice. Everything below my waist got really tight all of a sudden...my breathing got heavier...my balls seemed to shrink up even smaller than they already were...and then...the 'pumps' began.

Harsh, ecstatic, contractions that involuntarily forced my warm juices up my rigid shaft and firing out through my sensitive tip to squirt like a high powered rocket to finally bring my overstimulated erection some much needed relief, all while the rest of my body was thrown into a fit of surprise tantrums that I couldn't predict or control. I just slammed my eyes tight and rode it out as best as I could, soon feeling the same series of tremors coming from my partner next to me. Even after dribbling the entire time that I was stroking his hardness, he still had a full load to blow up against my heated flesh regardless. Well...what I considered a full load for us at that age, anyway. Sawyer scrunched his eyes closed and bit his bottom lip, his legs squirming all over the place as he erupted all over my stomach and chest, eventually pushing my hand away as he got to be too sensitive for me to hold on to him longer.

I still had his sticky fluids all over my hand and in between all of my fingers, so I wasn't quite sure what to do with the mess of it. But Sawyer soon sat up and went into his backpack to grab his socks, and he handed me one. We both wiped our hands off as best as we could and that would just have to be good enough until we could go back into the cabin and wash up the next morning. "That was so hot..." He said, laying back and staring blankly at the ceiling of our tent again.

"Extremely hot." I said. And then I sort of brought my hand up to my face and sniffed my fingers.

"You are SO weird, Josh!" He leaned forward, and we began to kiss again for a short while before he suddenly parted his lips from mine and rolled over to go to sleep for the night.

Now that the naughty part was over and done with, I was left to my thoughts and emotions to fill in whatever gaps might be left over from sharing my first time with a boy that I had become so enamored with upon first glance, and even more so throughout the time that we spent together all day long.

I just figured that I would just be left to figure those other parts out for myself.

I have to admit, I kind of wanted to do it again about fifteen minutes later, and fifteen minutes after that, but I was too scared to ask. I was already hard again, but...I thought it would be best for me to count my blessings for what they were and leave it alone before I ruined everything. I mean, this was my first time doing...well...anything, really. Not just with another boy, but with anybody. I think a part of me just wanted to bask in it for a while. It's unfortunate that I could never utter a word of this to anybody else, but I was pretty proud to have a sexy boy like Sawyer be cherished and remembered as my virgin experience. How many people ever get that lucky in life? Especially when you're gay.

The bad thing is...that was the last time that we ever even talked about it. The next morning, he got up, got dressed, and he just went back to joking around with me as though we had been thrust back into the friend zone without warning. No intimate whispers, no secret kisses, no lingering gazes. I mean, we traded numbers and stuff, and we texted a few times...but after that, we shared a hug and said 'seeya later' and that was the end of it. He wasn't cold enough to me to say that it hurt, and it's not like he did anything to avoid me...it's just that I was feeling emotionally unsatisfied after a night that meant so very much to me. If that makes sense.

I harbored this emptiness inside of me since we left that newly built park by the lake, and I've been longing for another chance to talk to Sawyer and be close to him again ever since.

That was three whole years ago. Three years ago today, on the park's anniversary. Now that I'm seeing him again, I almost wish that I could reverse the roles and pretend as if I didn't care...but I did. I cared soooo much. I just wish he'd notice.

Sawyer has been talking to me all afternoon as though it never happened. Not that he's been unfriendly or standoffish...I just...

...I'd really like to think that our night alone in that tent meant as much to him as it meant to me. I suppose that's what the power of nostalgia does to you. It takes you back to a time when every moment was an adventure, and every touch was an orgasm waiting to happen. For what it's worth...I think I did pretty good for a shy kid. Hehehe! I don't regret a thing.

And that brings me right back to the present. And our reunion here at the lake tonight.

"I've gotta piss...but I really don't want to get up." Sawyer said with a smile. I swear, I can still see hints of that same cute little heartthrob that I first fell so madly in love with way back then. He's just a more mature version of him. He kept that amazing ass though. So I'm definitely thankful for that. Hehehe!

"If you wet your pants in front of me, consider this the last time that we're hanging out. Like...ever." I grinned.

"Don't worry, I'll sacrifice my comfort for a trip to the bathroom. Or...at least towards an unlucky tree." He said. And he turned around to look at the park behind us, marveling at the fact that it was still standing strong. "Can you believe it, Josh? We actually had a hand in building this place. A place where...people can come and truly be themselves. Have fun. Get some entertainment and joy out of life any time they feel like dropping by. A playground that people are going to remember for ten, maybe even twenty, years to come. Maybe even more. How awesome is that?"

"Yeah. It is kinda cool when you think about it. Building something that makes a difference." I said. "A lot of good times are going to be made here. A lot of good memories too."

Sawyer turned his head slightly to look at me again. "Yeah. Some of my favorite memories come from this place." He turned his head to look at me, and our eye contact lingered for a moment...just like it did that night, with him flirtatious running his fingers through his blond hair, now slightly darker than it was before. And he repeated, "Some of my absolute favorite."

I smiled at him, turning red in the face. And he did the same. "Mine too." I told him. Does he remember? Can this possibly give me just a hint of the long awaited validation that I've been looking for?

I'm going to feel like such a SUCKER if I just cave in and crumble now at the first mention now!

That's when Sawyer held up his Mike's Hard Lemonade bottle to clink with mine. "To our anniversary, Josh."

"Anniversaries, Sawyer." I said, and we tapped them together before taking a healthy swig at the same time. Wow...either these things really do have a strong kick to them...or the swooning infatuation of my earlier fourteen year old heart got triggered and reactivated all over again as if for the first time.

All these years, and he's still a miracle to behold, you know? Poetry come to life.

"Alright, I'm getting up. I'll be right back." He said, giving me another chance to take one of my addictive peeks at his ass as he brushed himself off. But, before leaving, he asked, "You know...I packed up a tent of my own to bring with me this weekend. You wanna camp out tonight? For old time's sake?"

"I didn't see the benefits of having one at the time." Then with a smile and a wink, he added, "...Some things change, I suppose."

I didn't know how to come back with anything after he said that, but I nodded my head and felt my heart racing just like it did that one beautiful night we spent together. My ideas about sex have become a lot more 'imaginative' since I was that trembling little virgin twerp in Sawyer's arms. Something tells me that whatever parts of my erotic fantasies that were left behind that night might not be treated with the same level of modesty, come morning light. And I look forward to it.

My first time. My first kiss. My first real crush. Maybe there's more to discover here. Who knows? But for now, on the anniversary of me being a part of building something special with a boy that I loved so completely, someone who inspired a passion in me that I never even knew existed until I stumbled across him on some random weekend three years ago...

...I feel like it's something that I should never take for granted. I can't even imagine where I would be without it.

Now...let me finish off this bottle and try to get back up on my feet in the fresh air. I've got a tent to put up tonight. And another level of boy sex to explore. Wish me luck!