As Christian and Josh paused their kissing long enough to catch their breath, Josh spoke first. “My boner is killing me! Let’s go to your house now and get naked, man!”

“Seriously,” Christian said, standing and brushing dirt and gravel from the seat of his pants, “my ass was starting to get numb!”

Josh began singing a Country Joe song about Janis Joplin, but he changed the gender— “into my life on waves of electric sound and flashing lights he came…”

“No lights, man, just me,” Christian smiled, but Josh reminded him of his own poetic words of a few minutes before their consecration of the ruined summer house, by simply pointing his slender arm straight up at those millions of sparkling stars. Christian smiled more broadly then, and reached his hand out to touch Josh, pulling him close, “my buddy! I love you Josh.”

They began walking down the other side of the park arm in arm, but switched to holding hands since they bumped a bit too often owing to their slight inebriation and a giggling recognition of it. Here and there, like dogs marking their territory with a quick pee, they would linger to kiss under an appropriate tree, before continuing toward the white picket fence that delineated the end of the park and the beginning of the Howard’s property. Christian tugged Josh around the side of the house to the back door. “We never use the front door, it’s always locked,” he explained as they came to the unlocked kitchen door and went in.

Pausing in the kitchen, Christian pulled a drawer out, extracting a tablespoon. Opening the freezer door and grabbing a Häagen Dazs pint of vanilla, he asked Josh, “Want some ice cream?”

“No thanks, man,” Josh replied, “but I gotta pee soon.”

Christian scooped out a large spoonful of the ice cream, placing it to melt slowly on his tongue. He then drew the spoon across the surface of the frozen confection, filling it with a rounding mound of creamy coldness. He touched the spoon to Josh’s parting lips, grinning in acceptance. Christian dropped the empty spoon in the sink and replaced the pint’s lid, putting it back in the freezer. He turned to his beloved Josh and kissed away a dribble of vanilla on the younger boy’s lips, whispering, “I know you like ice cream, let’s go up now.”

“I gotta pee now, man, first,” Josh urgently requested.

“It’s upstairs.”

“You only have one?” Josh asked, and Christian nodded yes as they traipsed through the beige wall-to-wall pile in the dining room and living room, then went up the carpeted stairs. “That’s a bitch, man.”

“Tell me about it! Especially when my sister gets in there!” Christian complained.

“I forgot about her, where is she?”

“Sleepover party.” At the top of the stairs, Christian pointed to the end of the hall, where a night-lite signaled the bathroom. “I’ll be in here, this is my room.” As Josh trotted down the hall, Christian switched on the overhead light in his room, but he knew it shone way too brightly. Quickly, he turned the small night table lamp on, and switched off the overhead. Much better. Josh flushed and appeared in the doorway.

“Can I come in?”

“I missed you,” Christian grinned.

“Shut up!” Josh laughed, sauntering in.

“Look,” Christian held up the Soft Parade lp jacket, “the new Doors album!”

“Can we play it in the morning?” Josh hopped, pulling one shoe off at a time.

“Just leave your underpants on,” Christian slyly smiled, ambling over to the door and sliding the deadbolt locked.

“Oh yeah?”

“That’s my job, I have to pull them down,” Christian answered, taking his shirt off.

Josh just smiled staring at Christian, as they both undressed, piling all their clothes on the chair by the desk. Their garments became as intertwined as their bodies would soon turn out to be, and at last Christian had only his BVD’s. He slipped his thumbs beneath the thin blue lined elastic, and with one graceful motion, they were down and off. He stood erect, in more sense than one, full of hopeful pride. Josh, too waited with only his small white underpants remaining, his eyes beaming with excitement, his hidden boyish erection pushing up at the thin blue lines and pointing directly at his dreamboy, as he soon would admit.

And so Christian knelt before his ideal, to accomplish what he could have and should have done six years earlier – pull Josh’s pants down. From his suppliant position, knees on the carpet, Christian placed both hands on Josh’s hips, sliding them up over flat slight undulations of boy abdomen and chest to Josh’s armpits, resting his fingertips where no hairs yet appeared, his thumbs dancing lightly over the two stiffened little nipples. He leaned forward, pressing his ear and cheek to Josh’s belly, and Josh’s still covered penis tickled his throat as he slowly slid his palms back down to the waistband, catching it and pulling the last vestige of modesty down to Josh’s ankles. Christian admired Josh’s circumcised penis, much like his own when he was thirteen, all of a color like the pubis mons it sprang from, pale from never seeing the sun. Christian’s own had thickened and darkened, naturally sprouting hair all over the pubis mons, the shaft towering gnarled, dark and veined over his pubic hair. So incongruous attached to his still boyish but tall frame. No matter, he thought, it is not for me, but for Josh to admire, and Josh appeared to admire him very much. He kissed Josh’s penis.

“No, wait,” Josh objected, “I want to blow you first!”

“Is that what you want to do?” Christian gently giggled.

“I think if I came first, I would totally crash, man,” Josh pleaded, “and besides, I’ve been dreaming about this for six years! You don’t mind if we don’t come at the same time, do you?”

Standing up, then sitting at the foot of his bed, Christian’s gentle good humor tickled his own throat as he happily replied, “Not at all Josh, that’s just for porn stories, that coming at the same time stuff. I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all – it’s all good… you are so beautiful… it’s all good…”

Josh threw his arms around Christian’s neck and kissed him on the lips. “You are so cool, man!” Then he dropped his knees to the carpet, pressing his face to Christian’s cock, rubbing his nose and closed eyelids across it. He burried his nose in Christian’s pubic hair and licked the base of the shaft, licking up and down the sides and underside of Christian’s penis, finally descending upon the whole thing. Christian saw his penis entirely disappear into that cute face, and could feel the back of Josh’s throat as he tried to go up and down upon him. Josh pulled away and let the penis bounce from his mouth. “It’s big, man! This is so cool! I didn’t bite you, did I?”

“No, man, “ Christian answered, and momentarily disentangled, he scrambled back on the bed toward the pillows. “Come up on the bed, man. Be comfortable.” Josh scurried up between Christian’s thighs on all fours, burrying his face again in pubic hair, his little ass sticking up so round and cute. Slowly he dropped over on one side, his butt-crack resting against Christian’s left ankle. Christian could once again see his beloved’s face as his own penis appeared and disappeared into Josh’s sweet lips. Christian felt tingly all over, twining his fingers in Josh’s pretty auburn hair, just the color that Mrs. Landers tried so poorly to imitate with her artifice. God! he thought, I am shivering with electricity! I sing the body electric, he remembered the words of Walt Whitman. Fuck, I am the body electric, not just feeling what Josh is doing… but knowing he is doing it… wanting to do it! God it feels good! God I love him! How do I deserve this? Oh, oh it feels good, oh! Oh! “Oh, oh Josh,” he touched Josh’s hair, his face, his shoulders, but he couldn’t warn him. Would he fill Josh’s mouth with come? Too late! He shivered with heat and love. “Oh, Josh… did I flood you?”

“That was it! You came, huh?” Josh grinned broadly, as Christian just smiled back at him. “That was so cool, man, totally massive. I swallowed it all!” He hopped over Christian’s thigh and pressed his chest to his boyfriend, looking at him with those big brown eyes.

Now Christian saw it. How stupid of him not to see it all those years ago, he thought. What glowed behind those big brown eyes. The boyish enthusiasm, the fondness and affection… it was love. “Now it’s your turn! What do you want?”

“Everything! Suck me, fuck me, anything! I want it all!”

Christian laughed. He realized it was stupid to ask. Neither of them wanted merely sex acts, it was the fullness of sexual expression which only enhanced their love, that was what they both wanted and happily received. That fullness exuded from every centimeter of his skin, despite having had an orgasm. It had not lessened, as Christian feared it might. The big brown eyes idolizing him, Christian answered with idolatry of his own. He answered with kisses, to that sweet loving face, to those squared boyishly masculine shoulders, those slender arms that now were praised by Christian’s gliding palms. His entire body slithered snakelike over Josh, absorbing his summer suntan, drinking in the cupreous glow that radiated from within Josh, like a shiny new penny. Hands caressing hips, lips kissing Josh’s cute little belly button, Christian looked up at his lover’s face framed by auburn hair radiating reddish against the white pillow, Josh’s eyes now closing in sweet reverie of an angel transported. The tip of Josh’s cock, now sticky with clear fluid, tickled Christian’s chest and then neck, as he slid down to taste. His palm flitted over the inside and underside of Josh’s thigh, urging Josh’s knee upward as Christian hugged the tender thigh to his face before returning his lips to the wet penis. Hand slipping under Josh’s round fanny while he licked Josh’s sweet and barely wrinkly balls, he slobbered over his own index finger, to press the digit against Josh’s pink anus. Softly and slowly the anus accepted, and Christian wiggled his finger slightly as he more urgently manipulated Josh’s penis with his tongue and lips.

With his finger entirely implanted within Josh, and his tongue and lips doing their feverish duty upon Josh’s arched adolescent, now throbbing pubescent penis in Christian’s oral clasp, Josh’s hips jerked forward, pubis pushing prettily into Christian’s nose and lips, with twitching and tightening around Christian’s wiggling finger, several clonic spasms led to a final tonic spasm and with that one last thrust against Christian’s lips and face, raised thigh spreading and closing, Josh’s penis squirted it’s sweet slightly salty essence of boy into the back of Christian’s throat, and Christian sucked every last drop into his mouth, over his tongue, salivating, swirling and swallowing it all. Just knowing how great he just made his pretty boyfriend feel— just knowing it— gave Christian more pleasure than his own orgasm had done.

“Mmmm!” Josh quietly moaned, “you are…” he slowly whispered words as Christian brought his face nearer to Josh’s, “you are… a genius! You… are… so cool!”

Christian kissed Josh again and again, adding his own praise phrase, “You are so beautiful!” He nestled his face upon Josh’s sweet smooth chest, where he could soon feel the shallow regularity of breath betraying a state of slumber. The amber overtones of the soft white light filtered through a cream colored lamp shade, giving such a warm and unobjectionable light that even sleepy eyes were not annoyed. Christian very softly caressed his sleepy boy with his warm loving hand, the one without a stinky finger, and gently, oh so gently, kissed his miracle. This was his time. Christian knew this was his time, how could he sleep? No matter what happened in the days ahead, it was forgiven. This was his time. All the hurt and sadness of his young queer life had led to this moment, and it was forgiven. This was his time. How could he sleep? All the years of love painfully held in silently now exuded from every pore of his skin, for Josh. Of all the boys he had ever dreamed of or imagined, of all the boys he had met or only watched from afar, none were more beautiful than Josh. This was his time. How could he sleep?

But sleep he did. Awakening with a heart startled from the realization that his dream was here in his arms, he also knew he had to pee, and perhaps he should wash his one stinky finger. So Christian softly clambered over Josh, then pulled the top sheet up to cover his pretty boy. Quickly to the door, he quietly slid the bolt and peeked into the hall. His parents’ door was closed – they were home and probably sleeping. He swiftly padded down the hall naked, urinated and flushed. As he washed his hands, the bowl gradually ceased it’s hissing. He opened the door and raced back to his room, bolting the door behind him. Gingerly, he pulled back the top sheet and stared at this incredibly gorgeous naked thirteen year old boy – the long slender legs, the slim hips, the flat tummy and boyish chest, and most of all the sweet soft hairless penis and the sweet soft beardless face. Naked for me, Christian thought, enthusiastically naked for me. With all my whining and moping, Christian wondered, how do I deserve this? All of a sudden, it dawned on Christian, that he was forgiven, too. By the grace of this sweet naked boy, Christian was forgiven.

Gently he clambered back over his recumbent darling, but as he pulled the top sheet over them, Josh grumbled inarticulately and rolled onto his side. Christian took up his position behind Josh, his thighs under Josh’s thighs, his chest pressed to Josh’s back, and he wrapped his arm over Josh’s chest. He loved having his stiffening dick pressing against Josh’s bottom, even though he would never enter him while Josh slept. If Josh still wanted that, they could do it another time. This was Christian’s time, and although he thought he would not sleep, he turned off the lamp, and eventually did fall asleep.

Christian awoke several more times that night, always amazed at the living dream in bed with him, and the last time he awakened, a soft grey intimation of sunrise to come had begun to light up the room dimly, and Josh had rolled over onto his tummy. Josh’s sweet little fanny stuck up so round and perfect, and Christian rubbed his hand over it and fell back asleep.