"Moonlight Tranquility"

I had a friend when I was fourteen named Steve, or Steven as his family
called him. He had been the joy of my thoughts for several months. We met
in the beginning of 8th grade. Somehow, magically, we became best
friends. I never thought it would happen.

I knew I was attracted to his body the first moment I saw the boy. His
bright, yet small features spelled out one word and only one word:
c-u-t-e. He was the absolute adoration of the girls. Not in a macho, hunky
way, but that "little kid cute" association. I loved the attention he
got. It made me happy.  Even other guys treated Steven the same way. Going
out of their way to make physical contact, shake his hand, pick him up,
whatever. He was very popular and played the role perfectly. He never got
cocky or conceited. He was just an allaround great person.

To make a long story short, we became friends. It was a dream come true for
me. The best of both worlds, I had a true friend in him and of course he
was a feast for my eyes. For the first time in my life, I *looked forward*
to going to school. Looked forward to my first glimpse of his boyish
splendor.  Steven had brownish blonde hair, with brown eyes. He was small
and compact. Active in sports, but didn't have a overly-muscular build. His
tone was fantastic. It was irresistable.

One night, in fact the first night I'd ever spend at his house, the
ultimate of things happened. We bonded in a way thus far only in my
dreams. I saw him nude for the first time, and we made love like gods.  It
was a warm, breezy day in early June and as the sun went down the moon
overlooked the landscape with a full, silvery eye. Steve and I had spent
the day swimming, playing video games, talking, riding around the
neighborhood on our bikes, hanging out. You know, typical stuff for boys of
14. His parents were quite wealthy, and his house was huge! It seemed like
a castle. Steve's bedroom was in the basement and had a door that led
outside. It was a beautiful looking room to begin with, all brick with
plush carpeting. It also provided him a means of sneaking off in the middle
of the night undetected.  Nice setup for him. His parents were upbeat and
leniant anyway, though.  At about midnight, Steve decided to take a short
nap after an exhausting 2 hours in the pool we had just spent. He dozed off
in his swimming trunks, and I was in heaven. I gently caressed the contours
of his body, from his face to his toes. I rubbed his back and played with
his nipples. He looked rather content in dreamland, and I could almost hear
him purr from my motions. After 45 minutes of pleasuring my senses, I
finally did it- I opened his swim trunks a little and peered at his
boyhood. It was as beautiful as he was. Feeling even more daring, I slowly
crept over to his face. I got so close I could feel his soft
breath. Carefully, I kissed his lips. Not a full kiss by any means(didn't
want to wake him up) but a sweet one.  To my great surprise I found out
that, I did indeed wake him up.  He didn't say anything. Just smiled. That
smile told me that, "that felt wonderful". With no words he just pulled me
even closer and gently rolled across my body. I, too, was still in my
swimsuit. He gripped and squeezed my arms and back as we kissed each other
wildly. My mind was cascading with pleasure. I reached down and pulled off
his shorts. Down his smooth legs and around his feet. Now completely naked,
he reached on mine. I assisted and we were both naked.

Sex with Steve was not something I ever expected to happen, but it did. It
seems like it went by in 3 seconds. My mind was just absent. We made love
on his carpet, on his bed, outside on the grass. His yard was big enough to
ensure privacy. Rolling on the grass in the warm summer air was
fascinating. Kiss after kiss, caress after caress, the prickly grass
tickled our skin as we bathed in the moonlight. Now both with boners, I
sucked him to climax. The taste was sweet. He did the same for me. The sky
seemed to explode when I erupted. It was the best orgasm ever. I laughed
with tears in my eyes. Nothing seemed to matter anymore!

When it all ended, after cleaning up, we resumed a social atmosphere and
pretty much forgot the whole thing even happened. To this day I swear it
was the moon. Of course I still had feelings for Steve(for another year or
so) but nothing more ever came about. We both got girlfriends and that was
that.

Eventually we shifted socially, remained friends but hung out with
different people. I saw him a few weeks ago, and he looks nothing like that
adorable little boy. Man, did that kid ever grow. But that night was one in
a million and I hope you enjoy the memory as much as I do.