/>I wish I could remember the words that were spoken, if any, but I don’t. I wish I could remember who approached whom but I don’t. What I do know and remember as though it were only yesterday was the two of us standing on the back path outside school in the sparsely grown woods separating the school from the neighborhood homes. We did not live locally. Wayne lived some blocks away in an area populated with strip malls, while I lived on the other side of town. I had to be bussed in. My parents didn’t want me going to the larger school in our area; I think they felt the school size and number of kids there would be overwhelming to me. The school we attended had been rebuilt and renamed our first year there, and was right in the center of a very affluent neighborhood.

But school was over today. Our last day! Why was I still here? Why hadn’t I taken the school bus home? Questions I have never been able to answer.

There we were facing each other, both of us, wondering what to do next, with our heads shyly down. Wayne’s beautiful long blond hair was moving gently in the mild breeze, reflecting the golden light from the sun, while in the background, the sky seemed muted by the deep blue of his eyes. The catalyst that got the moment started will have to remain a mystery, for in a matter of moments we were both totally naked. There we were in the warm afternoon sun, behind the high school, and, had we taken the time to notice, in full view of every window and anyone who might peer out. Clothes were tossed around like crumpled leaves at our feet. Wayne was caressing my arms as he rocked slowly back and forth; I was shaking from head to toe. I knew he was talking, his beautiful full lips were moving, but all I could hear was the sound of my heavy breathing and my heart pounding, ready to burst from my chest. I wanted the moment to last an eternity, longer if possible. I wanted to see every inch of his young beautifully formed, lean body, count every hair, head to toe, even every pimple if there were any, to tenderly stroke every muscle with my fingertips. Moving closer to him, wrapping my arms around from behind, I had to stand up on my tiptoes. I put my head next to his, and for a second we were like one, looking at the same thing, hearing the same thing, and feeling the same thing. A feeling I have tried many times since to recreate without much luck. We moved around each other like a couple dancing a slow dance, our fingers entwined, the bright sunlight playing over our young bodies like a disco ball, both of us rigid with anticipation. Moisture, in the form of droplets of precum, glistened at the tip of our cocks. To have died at that moment would have been my idea of heaven with just a pinch of hell.

Wayne reached across our bodies taking my hard cock in his warm smooth hands and moved them ever so slowly up and down the shaft. Worried I would get off too soon, and the moment would be lost forever, I pushed his hands away and surprising us both, knelt down, taking his strong young dick into my inexperienced but hungry mouth. I wanted to devour it, keep it, never give it back, make it part of my