while Ronnie got out our ever-present magnetic game board to play some Chinese checkers. I on the other hand wanted to play with Ronnie's cock, but at least I was able to let my eyes wander down to it. It was previously shriveled by the coolness of the water, but by the warm rays of the sun it had now begun to grow heavy. If he knew I was staring he didn't let on, and after a while he drew one leg up, placing his foot on his knee. His balls shifted in their loose sack. Gravity pulled them down. They rolled forward. God, this had to be an invitation of some kind, but it was so subtle I couldn't be sure.

Too quickly the afternoon slipped by and the time had come to head back to camp. We slipped back into the water, crossed to the other side where we dressed. Both of us had developed dark tans over the summer, but being naked in the sun was a new experience so we got sun burned in new areas of our bodies. Our shorts chafed against our tender skin all the way back, but it was a small price to be paying for all the beautiful sites we had seen that afternoon.

We'd found an out-of-the-way place to pitch our tent, so it came as no surprise when Ronnie said his sunburn hurt too much to wear anything. He suggested that we get naked. I agreed and we again shucked our clothes. As darkness set in, we lit a small fire, ate dinner, and rolled out our sleeping bags. The night air felt warm and refreshing, and made me feel acutely aware of our nakedness. Since we were not yet ready to sleep, we stretched out on top of our bags for a little conversation and a few hands of cards. The vision of Ronnie's body was much like the afternoon, except now the flickering fire highlighted his light pink groin while the rest of his tanned body blended into the darkness. We were going to play Strip Poker, but since we were already naked, that didn't make much sense. We would have to think of something else to wager. I dealt the cards. When it was Ronnie's turn to bid, he started to bite on his lip in a way that I understood all to well. He was going to take a while. While he studied his cards, I studied his Ronnie. He was hypnotic.

"You going to bid or what?"

"Huh?"

"We're playing poker. Remember? You were taking so long my mind started to wander."

"Yeah, I noticed your eyes wandering too!"

I hadn't expected those words. I thought my glances would appear quite innocent, but they weren't said with disgust or anger.

There was, in fact, the hint of a smile on his lips and a look of mischievousness in his eyes. I was more relieved than hopeful, but still, maybe I'd misread him all these years. We finished the game and didn't want to play any more cards.

"So what do you want to do now?" he asked. I always hated that question. Only one thing ever came immediately to mind.

"It doesn't really matter," I answered. I could dream about it, wish for it, but I couldn't bring myself to initiate it. "I'm kinda beat from the all the walking we did today."

"Me too,” Ronnie chimed in. “I could really use