"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.