"Mom!" whined Craig as he fastened the backpack's chest strap. "Please don't." His cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Don't you and Ollie want a picture to remember your first camping trip?" asked Mrs. Kendall. She tried unsuccessfully to get the boys posed for a quick photo.

Ollie tried not to take sides with mother or son. He actually wanted a photo of the occasion but didn't want to side against his best friend. Instead, he acted like he didn't want to have his picture taken but followed Mrs. Kendall's directions and moved over to stand next to Craig.

She brought the boys into frame and tapped the white button on her iPhone screen. Checking the photo, she gave a chuckle. Ollie, to prevent himself from smiling, puckered his lips and puffed out his cheeks. Craig, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to be anywhere else.

"Thank you, boys," she said smiling. "Run along and I'll see you in the morning."

"Thanks, Mrs. K," said Ollie with a wave.

"Bye, mom," said Craig, also giving his mom a small wave.

The boys turned and headed across the back yard to the trail head leading to the back acres of the Kendall ranch. They'd planned this adventure over the last week and were excited to spend a night, on their own, camping under the stars.

For local boys, it wouldn't have been much of an adventure. Camping a few hundred yards from you home wasn't anything if you grew up in Montana. But Craig and Ollie were recent transplants to Bozeman, and neither was happy when he learned of his family's plans to move.

Ollie, short for Oliver Samuelson, was a track and soccer star back in his hometown of Scottsdale, Arizona. The idea of moving to a small town in Montana was the worst thing Ollie could imagine. No more elite soccer. A major downgrade in track and field competition. And perhaps most disheartening, Ollie's dream of staying home and attending Arizona State dissolved the moment he heard his life would be uprooted and moved north. His father, who'd taken a professorship in Zoology at Montana State University, tried to put a positive spin on the move.

"Well, with nearly six feet of snow a year, the local ski resorts will be open longer and we'll be able to ski in the evenings if we want," offered Dr. Samuelson in a lame attempt to cheer up his son. He understood Ollie's disappointment but being offered to chair the department and access to the resources and dinosaur collection at the Museum of the Rockies (not to mention the dig sites around the state), it was an offer he couldn't refuse. As soon as the school year was over, Johnathan moved his family to Bozeman so they could get settled before the school year started while he joined his team for the summer dig season. This was going to be the first time he could be home on weekends during one of his digs.

The Kendall family arrived in Bozeman under very different circumstances. Craig had descended from a long line of successful medical professionals in Chicago. His father, Dr. William Kendall, was a specialist at Northwestern Memorial Hospital. Back home, Craig took advantage of different science programs around the city, as well as public transportation. Whether it was a trip to The Field Museum in Grant Park, the Museum of Science and Industry in Jackson Park, or one of the universities, Craig fed his curiosity and love for science and technology. Life in Chicago seemed perfect until the prior summer.

In a domestic dispute, a man fired his gun at his brother's vehicle. Two shots missed the truck and struck the train passing through the neighborhood. Craig was on that train traveling to a program at the Garfield Park Conservatory. One of the bullets struck the man sitting beside Craig. Mrs. Kendall found her blood splattered son sitting in the back of an ambulance, uninjured, but terrified. Looking to get his family to a safer place, Dr. Kendall filled the position of Chief Medical Officer at Bozeman Health Hospital. Once Mrs. Kendall sold their home and tied up loose ends, Craig, his mom and the eight-year-old twins Connor and Cooper made the move to Montana in the middle of the school year. After a couple months in temporary housing, they found a large ranch outside of town to call home.

Being thirteen, the boys could have stayed home by themselves, but each, for their own reasons, enrolled in the science camp at the Museum. A joint program with Montana State University, each week of the summer, the camp explored a different science discipline from paleontology to physics. Craig was ecstatic he had something to occupy his summer since he would be away from his typical summer haunts back in Chicago. His excitement was dampened when he learned that his little brothers would be enrolled in the junior version of the camp.

The Samuelsons had arrived in Bozeman the week before camp. Since Ollie's dad was heading north to dig at Egg Mountain and his mom job searching and working on the house, they looked for something for Ollie to do to makes some friends. The science camp seemed perfect, especially since they didn't really have time to look for other options. Ollie hoped for the best. Week one would be dinosaur paleontology. It was one of Ollie's best subjects and it didn't hurt that it was his father's area of study. After that, all bets for a fun summer were off.

The first day, Ollie's knowledge and enthusiasm for dinosaurs and paleontology drew Craig's interest -- not that Craig could keep his eyes of the cute brown-eyed boy if he'd tried. Craig knew Ollie didn't go to his school -- he would have already met the boy. He wondered if the tanned teen was even from Montana and made it a point to get to know him better. He figured if any boy loved science as much as he did, they were certain to become friends.

That was a month ago and the boys had become inseparable. Bonding over being transplants to the area, the boys soon learned of their common interests, and the joy they found in each other's company.

Craig was drawn to Ollie's jovial personality and his passion for being the best at whatever he put his mind to. Sympathizing with Ollie's loss of soccer and track training, Craig encouraged Ollie to do his own training. They emailed Ollie's old coaches for pointers and Craig joined Ollie on his daily runs and workouts.

Ollie was amazed at Craig's ability to take a boring science concept and make them interesting and understandable. But more importantly, Craig was genuinely interested in what Ollie thought or felt about different topics. Back in Arizona, he was typically around guys he was competing with, or were focused on their sport, he never really had a chance to make close friends. Craig quickly became the closest friend Ollie'd ever had. Close enough that they shared their deepest, darkest secrets.

One night, texting each other before bed, Ollie admitted to Craig that he thought he was gay. He prayed Craig wouldn't hate him as he nervously awaited a response. Neither boy could sleep that night after finding out their crush was reciprocated.

They reflected on their brief history as they silently followed the trail through the trees to the open field where they planned to camp. Craig looked over his shoulder to make sure his mother or the twins didn't follow. Satisfied the coast was clear, he took Ollie's hand in his. Surprised, Ollie turned to see Craig's smiling face. All Ollie could do was smile back. It was their first-time holding hands and it felt wonderful. It was the first of many firsts planned for the evening.

Unable to find privacy at the Museum, or alone time when watching the twins or waiting for their parents, Craig and Ollie hadn't had the opportunity to take the next step in exploring their feelings for one another. Hence, they planned this night of camping. No watchful eyes of their parents. No little ears to hear things they shouldn't. The boys would be alone under the stars to explore.

Feeling brave, or maybe simply the freedom to do what he'd wanted to for so long, Ollie adjusted his grip so their fingers were intertwined, then he quickly planted a peck on Craig's cheek. It was Craig's turn to be surprised as he shot Ollie a grin. He confirmed his approval with a couple squeezes of Ollie's hand. Though the boys had remained silent since saying goodbye to Craig's mother, they felt they'd spoken volumes on their short walk.

If Ollie hadn't known what a planner Craig was, he would have been surprised by the campsite. Instead, he admired and praised Craig's foresight and planning. That morning, Craig and his father drove the truck out to the site to prepare for the overnight. They mowed a small area of the field, pitched the tent, dug a firepit and lined it with rocks, collected firewood, set up the sleeping bags and pillows, and dropped off a large cooler with food and drinks. Craig unzipped the lime green tent and tossed in his backpack. While he pulled off his light blue and white stripped polo shirt to join Ollie's current state of dress, Ollie tossed his backpack in the tent. The polo joined the packs and Craig zipped the tent shut.

Craig turned to face Ollie, catching his friend admiring his body. Uncomfortable with the attention Ollie paid to his body, Craig blushed and looked off to the side, but stood there to allow Ollie to judge his physique. Ollie liked what he saw.

Up until this moment, Ollie only had the opportunity to gaze upon Craig's "public" features: his slender, sculptured legs; tanned forearms, and long, agile fingers; his friend's mousy brown hair and blue eyes. He especially loved to stare at Craig's face. To Ollie, it was perfection. A strong jawline leading to a dimpled chin, dark pink kissable lips, a straight nose that would make any Greek sculptor happy to reproduce, and his peachy complexion and rosy cheeks. Ollie couldn't take his eyes of Craig whenever the boy was near.

Today, Ollie watched with baited-breath as Craig peeled his polo and threw it in the tent. As the hem raised, it revealed the waistband of his orange Hanes X-Temp Performance boxer briefs peeking out from a pair of khaki cargo shorts. It was clear that Craig didn't go outside without a shirt often, but the white skin revealed an emerging six-pack from the running and workouts the boys shared. Ollie also admired Craig's new pecs and the flat, pink nipples that capped them. He even thought his friend's smooth underarms were beautiful.

When his eyes reached Craig's face, he immediately realized how uncomfortable Craig was with his attention. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. You're just... You're..." Ollie had trouble saying out loud to another boy what he'd thought so many times. "Craig, you're really hot!"

"What?" That wasn't what Craig expected Ollie to say. He'd seen Ollie without a shirt numerous times when they ran and worked out and Ollie was scorching hot! His tanned torso showcased every muscle and the absence of a single ounce of fat. Craig even thought Ollie's dark tan, dime-sized nipples, and outie bellybutton were cute.

Where Ollie's body begged for Craig to touch and caress, Ollie's face inspired Craig's urge to kiss his friend. He wanted to brush the long brown bangs out of Ollie's eyes and kiss his forehead. He wanted to kiss the tip of his bulbous nose. He wanted to kiss Ollie's perfectly shaped lips. When Ollie smiled, Craig simply melted on the inside.

"Craig, it's okay. Look." Ollie gave permission for Craig to ogle his body the way he had Craig's, hoping to put his friend at ease. But Craig was still embarrassed to openly gawk at Ollie's body. When the invitation didn't seem to work, Ollie took a small step forward and grabbed the wrist of Craig's right hand.

Craig watched as Ollie lifted his hand and placed it on his chest. The contact of Craig's hand on Ollie's chest sent shivers through both boys' bodies. The touch was like an electrical charge that started in Craig's finger tips and rushed through their bodies causing both boys to bone up. The cargo shorts were much more adept at hiding Craig's condition than Ollie's thin basketball shorts.

This time Craig accepted the invitation. He pressed his hand firmly to Ollie's bare chest and looked his friend in the eye. Maintaining eye contact, he slid his hand up to Ollie's collar bone, across his shoulder and down his arm. Craig's breath became labored as he looked down and watched as his fingertips return to Ollie's chest. The fingers traced the muscles of the tanned boy's chest and circle each of his nipples. Craig's fingers dragged across the ripples of Ollie's abs, pulling back as the tips felt the protruding belly button. Both boys breathed heavily.

"I'm glad you were allowed to spend the night tonight," whispered Craig. He repeated the same sentiment he expressed earlier when Ollie's father dropped him off before thanking Dr. Samuelson for giving Ollie permission. This time, however, it seemed appropriate to whisper since there was a much deeper, more private meaning.

"Yeah, me too," replied Ollie.

"Com'on, I want to show you something." Craig turned and started jogging down the trail. He turned and shuffled sideways down the path and called back to Ollie. "Bet you can't catch me!" Then Craig broke into a full sprint, knowing it was only a matter of time before the speedy track star would catch him -- which was the entire point of the challenge.

Ollie smiled and took the bait and chased after Craig. The longer than ran, the more Craig laughed, slowing down his gait. When Ollie caught up, he grabbed Craig around the waist, and they tumbled to the ground in the tall grass. When they stopped laughing Ollie realized he was laying on top of Craig, face to face, bare chest pressed against bare chest. Smiles turned to serious expressions as they wondered what to do next.

Craig started to speak but failed to utter a word before Ollie pressed his lips to Craig's. After a few seconds, he drew back to see Craig's reaction. Craig's cheeks and ears were red with sexual excitement. A huge grin told Ollie he'd done the right thing.

Getting to his feet, Ollie reached out for Craig's hand to help him up. "So, what did you want to show me?" he asked.

Craig gave him a puzzled look. "Oh yeah!" laughed Craig. The kiss made him momentarily forget. "This way." He led Ollie by the hand off the trail and through some trees to the bank of the Gallatin River. "It's cold, but there's a spot up here deep enough to swim a bit." He didn't literally mean swim, the area he referred to was only about ten feet across and at the deepest, it might have been four feet deep.

They stopped at the edge of the pool and looked at the rocky bottom through the clear mountain water -- a fact that both boys failed to consider. With a glance, their eye met and gave each other a quick smile. Racing to see who'd be first, the boys discarded their shorts and underwear, throwing them this way and that. Leaving their socks and shoes on the rocks, the nude boys leapt into the water to escape the searing summer heat.

Craig landed on his feet, submerging chest deep into the water. Almost instantaneously, he screeched at the top of his lungs. Ollie, who'd cannonballed, shot straight in the air and screamed, "FFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!" Back home, in late August, a river in Illinois or Arizona would be a refreshing mid-70s or even warmer. Now, living in the mountains, they were lucky to be far enough downstream for the water to warm up into the low 50s. The race to get in turned into a hasty retreat. The summer river level exposed much of the riverbed including a flat rock on which the boys congregated before stretching out to bask in the hot summer breeze.

Eyes closed and soaking in the sunshine, Ollie laughed, "That was so fucking cold! We should have tested the water temperature before we jumped in."

"Yeah, we should have known better," giggled Craig. His laughed quieted as he realized that he and Ollie were laying in the sun, naked! At first, he struggled with the urge to cover himself up. Once that battle was won, Craig, turned his head towards Ollie and opened his eyes just a sliver to take in private parts of his friend. In his mind, Ollie was the perfect specimen of a teen boy. What he saw only reinforced his beliefs. His toes and feet were delectable. The light dusting of darker hairs just above his ankles revealed Ollie's jump on Craig in physical maturity. Craig imagined what the hairs would feel like as he caressed Ollie's muscular calf muscle. Above the knee, Ollie's tan faded as Craig's eyes traced up the usually hidden thigh. Even relaxed, Ollie's legs displayed each and every muscle from hours and hours of training. Following Ollie's sexy quad muscle towards the hip, Craig's eyes flew open. Ollie's flaccid penis was resting across his thigh. Its foreskin pulled up like a hoodie, protecting the sensitive head from the cold mountain stream. Craig felt himself quickly getting an erection and moved to cover himself.

Ollie grabbed his arm, "Don't. Please." Their eyes met. "I like what I see, too."

Craig looked down and Ollie's penis continued to lengthen, pulling the hoodie back and lifting off his thigh. His own four inches of circumcised boy meat was now standing at full mast, highlighted by his 23 dark, straight, pubs (he took a census after his morning shower). Looking at Ollie's body made Craig self-conscious about his own, but he needn't be. Ollie thought he was beautiful just the way he was.

Ollie admired the body of his friend. He was fit and solid, but not muscular or athletic. The training the boys shared in helped Craig shed his last remaining baby fat. Ollie didn't think Craig looked wimpy; he simply looked younger. But most importantly to Ollie, Craig was a beautiful person on the inside, and he felt lucky to have such a wonderful person as a friend.

"Craig," asked Ollie, uncharacteristically unsure of himself. "would you do something for me?"

"Sure," replied Craig replied with a look of concern in his blue eyes. "I'd do anything for you."

"You know, everyone calls me Ollie," he began, "but you aren't everyone to me."

"Really?" asked Craig. The smile revealing his pleasant surprise at that admission.

"Yeah," Ollie smiled back. "Would you call me Oliver?"

Craig grinned brightly, "Yeah, thanks... Oliver." Oliver returned a smile wider than Craig had ever seen on his friend's face. Oliver, still holding Craig's wrist, slid his hand down and interlaces their fingers. Both boys turned their faces to the sky and basked in a warmth that burned hotter than any sun. The warmth of their deep friendship.

*grrrrrrr*

The boys burst out laughing at the sound of Oliver's stomach growling. When they recovered, they dressed and headed back to the camp site, holding hands and walking slowing. The world seemed so much brighter, so much more alive to the boys. They took time to examine every flower, watch every butterfly, and witness each bee performing his daily tasks.

Back at the tent, the boys teamed up to build a fire for roasting hot dogs and marshmallows. They also found a tin sauce pan for warming up Craig's mom's delicious baked beans. When their plates were made, they grabbed cans of pop from the cooler and a bag of chips before taking a seat on the blanket spread on the ground. The boys ate their dinner and laughed about their failed swimming attempt. With each telling of the story the tale grew taller and the boy's laughter grew proportionately.

Craig explained No Trace Camping to Oliver and the boys put some of Craig's knowledge into practice. With their campsite shut down and fire doused, Craig turned on the LED lantern in the tent so the boys could find their green tent after dark if necessary.

One thing Craig learned since moving to Montana is the dry heat of the summer day turns quite chilly after dark. It was much like the deserts of Arizona. When Oliver grabbed his hoodie and tied it around his waist, Craig understood and followed suit. They filled their water bottles and headed off to explore.

Boys will be boys. So of course, their exploring took them back to the river. This time, the boys simply hopped from rock to rock avoiding the frigid mountain stream. Craig paused and leaned over to peer into the clear water.

"What are you looking for?" asked Oliver.

Craig stood up and shrugged his shoulder. "Just seeing what's here."

Oliver leapt to another rock that teetered for a second and caused him to lose his balance. To keep from falling in, Oliver plant his foot onto the river bed.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!!" screeched Oliver, leaping to a larger, flatter rock.

Craig burst out laughing at his friend's dilemma. One ice cold foot in a wet shoe was going to be really uncomfortable for a while and he said so much to Oliver.

"Shit! That's not what scared me," exclaimed the boy from the dessert. "There's something in the water!"

"Really!! Where?" Craig was giddy with excitement and had all sorts of questions for Oliver as he made his way to the location of the sighting.

"I don't know what it looked like," whined Oliver giving a little shudder. "The fucking thing ran across my foot!"

"Which rock did it go under?"

"The one you're kneeling on," said Oliver. He watched in disbelief and Craig stuck his hand under the rock and fished around for the river monster. Oliver simply preferred to get the hell out of the river complete.

"Oh! I felt it!" Craig's voice expressed his excitement. "Damn, there it goes!" A dark figure scurried across the river bed and dove under the outcropping of a larger rock.

"SHIT!! Let's get out of here!" squealled Oliver, hopping from foot to foot, ready to make a dash for safety.

"Not yet," replied Craig as he carefully and stealthily made his way to the rock where the creature took shelter. He got down on his knees making sure he didn't cast a shadow on the water. Scanning the terrain of the river bed, he plotted his ambush. Then, to Oliver's amazement, Craig plunged both arms into the water.

"I got it! I got it!" yelled Craig with glee. "Get your phone out. I want a picture."

Oliver thought Craig was out of his fucking mind, but he retrieved the phone in his pocket and hit record to film this. If Craig was going to be mangled by that river monster, he wanted proof. "Okay, I'm recording."

Craig carefully pulled the creature from under the rock and rose to his knees and raising it for the camera to capture. The wattage of Craig's smile could have lit the entire city of Bozeman.

"What the fuck is that?" asked Oliver as he stepped to a rock to move a bit closer to the spectacle. The creature's slimy skin was a light green and dark gray marl patter. It had four short legs and a long tail.

"This," said Craig proudly, "is a Western Tiger Salamander. They are pretty rare in this part of the state. I can't believe you found one."

Oliver took a little bit of pride in the fact that he had, in fact, been the one to stumble upon the salamander. Even if it had been by accident.

"Look how big this one is!" Craig continued. "Back home, most salamanders never reach more than four- or five-inches long. This guy is huge!"

Oliver agreed. Stepping to the next rock to get a closer look, he surmised the creature was around a foot long. "Is this one a freak of nature or something? He's ginormous!"

"Not really," explained Craig. "This type of salamander ranges from eight- to 13-inches long as an adult. But I've never caught a salamander this big before." He dipped it in the water to keep the amphibian's skin moist but didn't let it get away just yet. He watched as Oliver stepped onto the rock where he knelt holding the animal Oliver feared.

"Those markings are kinda neat," offered Oliver. He wanted to get over his fear but being introduced to the salamander by it crawling over his foot was not the friendly greeting he wanted.

"Do you want to touch it?" Typically, the boys would have caught the innuendo and laughed, but this was serious business. Instead of joking about what Craig asked, he stopped recording and put the phone back in his pocket.

"Come over here and get your hands wet," instructed Craig. Craig dipped the salamander as Oliver wet his hands. Facing each other, Oliver knelt and stared at the slithery amphibian wiggle in Craig's grasp. Craig held the salamander out and Oliver inched his hand closer and closer as his courage built.

"It's cold and slimy," observed Oliver, sliding his hand along the creature's back.

"Yeah, they are like frogs," explained Craig. "Amphibians have moist slimy skin and live in the water. And they're cold blooded."

"Do you want to hold it?"

"Um... okay," Oliver replied with little confidence.

The salamander and both sets of hands plunged back into the water before Craig handed the salamander to his friend. He explained how to safely hold the delicate animal the let go when he believedOliver has a secure hold.

"Oh my god! I'm actually holding this thing!" Now both boys cracked up laughing. The salamander had had enough and flung himself into a full-body wiggle. Breaking free from Oliver, the salamander slid across the boy's arms, landed in his lap, then dove back into the river.

"HE SLIMED ME!" yelled Oliver. Both boys fell over in laughter.

When the boys calmed down and caught their breath, Oliver spoke first. "Thank you."

Craig leaned up on his elbow and looked over at Oliver. "For what?"

"For helping me hold the salamander. That was really cool."

"Even if you got slimed?" asked Craig with a grin.

"Yeah," said Oliver, smiling back.

They continued down the river keeping a watchful eye for other creatures in the water. Eventually, they reached one of the foothills and decided to ascend the rocky slope. They climbed higher and higher, finally reaching a flat outcropping. Standing their side-by-side, the boys felt like they were on top of the world. Above the tree tops, they could see across the entire vale to the mountains on the other side. Silently, they took in the scenery and sipped from their water bottles.

*bang* *bang*

Oliver flinched when he heard two shots ring out somewhere below and echo around the valley. Turning to Craig, he found his friend crouched on the ground, arms flung over his head and shaking like a leaf.

"Dude, it's only gun shots," teased Oliver. He watched and waited for Craig to stand back up. He grew concerned when Craig didn't respond.

"Craig?" asked Oliver. Waiting for a response, he saw tears dropping to the ground. Sitting down next to his best friend, he simply put an arm around Craig's shoulders. Craig dropped to his butt and turned into Oliver's embrace. Wrapping his arms around the warm skin of his friend, Craig sobbed. Emotions he'd bottled up since that fateful day on the "L" flowed. Oliver didn't know what to think or do. He only knew his friend was upset so he clutched him with both arms and held him while he cried.

Calming down, Craig began to tell Oliver about the incident. Opening up to his friend, he told Oliver things he never shared with the therapists or his parents. He spoke of his fears, his nightmares, and his survivor's guilt for it not being his life that was taken instead of a father of four young children. Oliver, overwhelmed by the story and Craig's emotions, simply held his friend and listened. It was exactly what Craig needed Oliver to do. When Craig finished his story, the boys sat quietly, holding one another as they watched the mountains cast shadows over the vale as the sun set. Only later in life would Craig reflect back on this day and acknowledge that it was the beginning of his journey to healing from the trauma in Chicago.

At dusk, Oliver stirred. "I think we should head back to the tent." Neither boy made a move to release the other or to stand. Then Oliver's stomach growled. The boys burst into laughter that echoed off the rock face, joining the chirping of crickets and sounds of the night.

"Are you ever NOT hungry?" joked Craig.

Oliver thought for a moment. "No. I don't think so."

They laughed some more as they untied the sleeves from their waists and slipped into their hoodies.

"Thank you," whispered Craig.

"For what?" asked Oliver, though he suspected he knew.

Facing each other, Craig explained, "For listening to me. I never felt safe enough to tell anyone those things. I hope you don't think I'm a... well... I hope you don' think I'm a baby or something." He averted his eyes as he said that. He couldn't handle the look on Oliver's face if it said the things his friend's words wouldn't.

Oliver turned Craig's gaze, so they were eye-to-eye. "Craig, you are the bravest person I know. I... I..." Craig watched Oliver as he struggled to find the words and to express the flood of emotions he felt. Unable to explain himself with words, he did the next best thing. Reaching out, he pulled Craig into an embrace as their lips pressed together. This time, they experimented with moving their lips, tilting their heads a bit more, and finding their mouths fit together perfectly.

When they came up for air, Oliver took Craig's hands into his own and stated breathlessly, "I would do anything for you." Oliver felt something powerful, something scary. He meant every word of what he told Craig. He wanted Craig to be by his side every moment of every day. He would demolish anyone that even looked at Craig the wrong way. Nothing else mattered when this mousy-haired boy was by his side. The feelings made him tremble.

"Are you cold?" asked Craig.

Oliver shook his head, "No. I just feel..." He still couldn't find the words.

"I do too," said Craig. "Do you think this is what love feels like?"

"I hope so."

"Then..." Craig looked into Oliver's eyes as he searched for the courage to take the leap. "I love you, Oliver."

"I love you too, Craig."

Craig wrapped his arms around Oliver's waist as Oliver pulled him tightly against his side with his arm wrapped around Craig's shoulder. The pair stared into the sky and watched the stars reveal themselves one by one.

Eventually the boys climbed down and quietly followed the stream back to the path. The glowing, green tent acting as a beacon, guiding them back to their safe harbor -- and food!

Though no one was around, the boys still felt as though they should work quietly and whisper. It was nighttime after all. More hot dogs roasted on the fire, baked beans, potato chips and some oatmeal raisin cookies Mrs. Kendall baked just for this occasion. With full bellies, the boys cleaned up their mess and secured their trash, food, and coolers.

Without words, the boys retrieved two sleeping bags from the tent and zipped them together to make one large sleeping bag. Though summer nights in the higher elevations of Montana are cool, the sleeping bags were rated for winter weather and more than enough to keep the boys warm that night. To escape the chill in the night air, both boys slipped out of their sneaker and slipped into the double sleeping bag they'd created.

Craig scooted close to Oliver for warmth and his friend turned, wrapping the nerdy boy into a hug. Their legs intertwined as they pressed forward. Upon contact, Craig's head snapped back so he could look at Oliver.

"You've got a boner!" asserted Craig, shocked by the firmness of Oliver's manhood mashed against his own.

Oliver laughed, "No shit, Sherlock." His favorite saying when his Brainiac friend missed the obvious. "So are you!"

"It's bigger than I thought." Craig blushed when he realized he said it out loud. As much as they'd discussed and anticipated messing around, they'd never talked about each other's, let alone their own, sexual organs or habits.

A look of concern washed across Oliver's face. "Does that bother you?"

Realizing Oliver was just as self-conscious and nervous as he was, Craig relaxed. "No. I just don't want to die when you stick it in me!" He barely kept a straight face. When he saw Oliver's look of disappointment, Craig cracked up. Oliver knew he'd been had and pounced on the frightfully ticklish Craig.

Craig squealed like a little girl -- high and shrill -- it's echo bounced back off the rocky façade moments later. Inside the doubled up sleeping bag, the boys laughed and wrestled under the starry sky.

Pausing to catch their breath, Craig gazed down at Oliver. During the wrestling, the boys' sweatshirts slid up under their arms. Now, as they rested, the boys were acutely aware that their bare abdomens and steely erections were pinned together.

Craig's smile waned. "Are you crying?"

Oliver nodded and the tears streamed from his eyes. "I've never been so happy." Oliver used his sleeve to dry his face. "I never realized how lonely I was until I met you."

Craig smiled again. "I know what you mean. I've had lots of friends, but no one I'd ever want to spend the night or be around all the time. Not until you."

Oliver pulled Craig's face to his own and their lips met for a gentle, loving kiss. When Craig lifted his head, they looked deep into each other's eyes. Closing his eyes, Craig went back in for a more passionate kiss. He felt Oliver's hands rub his bare back before they slid up under his sweatshirt and pushed it up and over his head. Craig pulled his arms free then quickly removed Oliver's hoodie.

The boys were once again rolled around in the roomy sleeping bag. Lips locked, their hand roamed over bare flesh. Fingers grasped but failed to grip the sweaty torso as it slid by. The world slipped away as the boys focused on satisfying their need -- a need they never experienced before this moment.

Finally, they came up for air. Oliver rolled onto his back and ordered Craig to take his shorts off as Oliver removed his own. Clothed in only his ankle socks, Oliver reaches under the covers to help Craig untangle his feet from his own clothing. Once both sets of shorts and underwear were kicked to the bottom of the sleeping bags, Oliver crawled on top of Craig and resumed their tongue wrestling match.

When they first crawled into the sleeping bag and encountered the other's erection, the boys were tentative and shy. Now, natured kicked in and it seemed like the most normal thing in the world. As they kissed, their hands roamed over the other's back and young, tight, exposed ass. Unconsciously, the boys humped each other to increase the friction on their overheated cocks.

They paused again and caught their breath. Oliver panted and stared into his boyfriend's eyes. What he saw on Craig's face was utter amazement. Any trepidation about being having sex, or being gay, were fleeting memories in Craig's mind. He never imagined being with Oliver would be so incredible. He gasped for air in preparation for the next round. As he reoxygenated, Craig gave Oliver a million-watt smile. While Oliver gazed upon Craig's beautiful face, every sexual fantasy he'd ever had ran through his head. Craig starred in every single image. When Craig flashed his smile, Oliver knew that was the green light he needed.

If he only ever had Craig this one night, he wanted to fulfill every sexual urge he could before sunrise. He smiled back at Craig then gave Craig a peck on the lips before he spun around and came eye-to-eye with Craig's boyhood. In the firelight, he made out a cut four-inch erection with a small tuft of pubic hair at its base. He slid his left hand along Craig's inner thigh and sent shivers through his friend's body. Oliver used his thumb and lifted Craig's ball sac into the light. The hairless, apricot-sized bag appeared from the shadow. Oliver thought the cock and balls, the first other than his own he'd ever touched, looked delicious. With a tentative lick, he swiped a dibble of precum from the head of Craig's dick. He found the taste surprisingly pleasant, so he slipped the entire cock into his mouth. Hot mouth on hard cock elicited a moan from each boy.

When Oliver spun around, Craig came face-to-face with Oliver's manhood. Craig turned his head to get a better view of Oliver's package. The fire illuminated his friend's entire midsection and offered the nerdy boy his first ever close up view of the male sex organ. He'd spent many hours secretly visiting gay porn sites, so he knew what to expect. But even his peek at Oliver's junk at the river didn't prepare him for what he saw. Erect, Oliver's uncut cock was a fat, six and a half inches. His pubs laid so flat Craig wondered if Oliver actually combed them. Seeing a few sparse hairs on Oliver's balls, Craig reached out and brushed his fingertips across the drawn-up ball sac, feeling the wrinkled skin and the few hairs. Oliver unconsciously responded by moving closer and bumped his dick into Craig's cheek.

Craig got a whiff of Oliver's musky scent and teen pheromones. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, the smell made his head spin. An insatiable urge came over Craig. He wedged his nose into the crease between Oliver's balls a thigh, causing the large penis to slide across his face leaving a trail of precum. Craig was embarrassed that he moaned out loud, uncertain if it was heady smell of Oliver's groin, or the feeling of his friend's mouth enveloping his hard cock. Not to be outdone, Craig rested his head back on the sleeping bag, held Oliver's rod in place, and kissed and licked Oliver's cock from the base to covered head. Only the tip of Oliver's cock poked out from the foreskin. Craig adjusted his grip and slowly pulled the foreskin back. Oliver's man-sized cock burped up a glob of precum. Before he could even think about what he was about to do, Craig shoved Oliver's cock head into his mouth. He relished the taste of precum and tried to squeeze and suck more from the tap.

Luckily, Craig was holding tight. With the first swipe of his tongue across his sensitive cock head, Oliver involuntarily thrust forward. His fat cock filled Craig's mouth, sending the mousy-haired boy into ecstasy. Soon, the boys established a rhythm to sucking of their first cock -- something each boy had dreamed about for years.

Oliver relished the hard cock in his mouth. The taste, the texture, and the fact that the cock belonged to his favorite person in the world. He bobbed his head and worked his tongue around the rod in his mouth but it wasn't enough for the star athlete. Hearing Craig's moans, Oliver wanted to simply devour Craig. He lifted himself to his knees to gain better access and leverage to service Craig's love stick. He immediately sped up him ministrations.

Craig was lost in his lust. He couldn't have told you if his moaning was from the pleasure Oliver inflicted on his body, or from his enjoyment of the delicious cock and precum Oliver gifted him for his efforts. It mattered not to Craig. When Oliver shifted his position Craig shifted too, finding himself flat on his back with is head resting between Oliver's knees. From this position, Craig wrapped his arms around Oliver's waist in order to drive more of the uncut cock into his mouth and bouncing the adult-sized nuts off his forehead. Craig bent his knees, planted his feet flat on the sleeping bags, and began to thrust his dick into the hot, wet mouth above him.

After only a dozen or so fast jabs with his cock, Craig's squeal was muffled by the dick he was sucking. The young boy shot four streams of pearly boy's cream into Oliver's hungry mouth. Thrilled with his reward, the taste of Craig's cum sent Oliver over the edge. While he sucked and swallowed Craig's offering, Oliver shuttered and moaned. He bucked his hips with each shot of cum he fired.

Craig tried valiantly to take it all. However, after the first three huge shots he had to pull off to swallow and gasp for air. Released, Oliver's rigid rod slapped against his stomach and fired the last three streams of cum on Craig's chest. Oliver gave a shudder as he dribbled the last few dregs of his load onto Craig's neck and chin. Being careful not to knee the boy under him, Oliver spun around so they were face-to-face again.

Looking into each other's eyes, the boys expressed their excitement about what happened, the pleasure they each enjoyed, and the love they felt for each other. Once spoken, Oliver leaned in gave Craig a long, slow, passion-filled kiss on his cummy mouth. The chill of the night air became apparent as their sweaty bodies cooled. They pulled the second sleeping bag back over their naked, tangled bodies. Satisfied they would be warm, the boys cuddled and enjoyed the body contact.

Oliver stared at the stars while Craig's head rested on his shoulder. Craig's eyes were closed as he tried to memorize every second of the most spectacular day in his life. Breathing in Oliver's scent and gently running his fingers over every inch of his friend's body, Craig willed this moment to never end.

A whiff of Craig's hair and a kiss on his head, Oliver broke the silence. "Craig, what's that?"

Craig opened his eyes to see Oliver pointing to the sky. Following the finger, he asked, "Where?"

"There's a light moving across the sky. It's like the color of a penny or something."

Craig searched the sky and found what had Oliver's attention. Moving across the sky at a constant speed was a coppery-colored dot, not bigger than the stars. It took Craig a moment to get Oliver out of his head so he could think about the question at hand. Once he cleared his head, the answer popped in.

"Oh! I know what that is!" said Craig excitedly. He sat up to get a better view. "That's a satellite. The sun is reflecting off its solar panels. That is so cool!"

Oliver was more excited that he found something that pleased Craig, more than he was excited about seeing a satellite with his bare eyes. He reached up and ran his fingers across Craig's back, tracing the boy's ribs with his fingertips. Oliver stared at Craig as Craig watched the satellite trail off toward the horizon.

Still giddy with excitement, Craig pounced on Oliver. The nerdy boy's laughter was music to Oliver's ears. As their faces moved closer to one another, the laughter quieted.

Craig wiggled his middle and whispered, "You're hard again."

Oliver nodded. "I was watching you."

"You get hard just looking at me?" It was hard for Craig to think anyone found him sexually attractive.

"Of course. I love looking at you. Especially when you're naked!" Oliver giggled at the fact that they were naked together.

Craig wiggled his middle again. This time it was apparent that both boys were fully erect. Oliver pulled Craig's face down to his and they shared another loving kiss. Then another. Then the boys were once again wrestling. They probed each other's mouth, stroked sweaty skin, and frantically searched for a way to increase body contact or hold each other tighter.

Between kisses, Craig gasped, "I want you... to do it..."

Oliver broke the kiss long enough to ask, "Do what?" before locking his lips to Craig's again.

"Stick... it... in me..."

When the words registered in Oliver's brain, he stopped and pulled back to look in Craig's eyes to see if he was serious.

"Really?"

"Yes. Will you... please?"

"I'll do whatever you want," said Oliver with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Stay right here." Craig slipped out from under the sleeping bag and bounded over to the tent. In no time, the naked boy retrieved a bottle of KY from his backpack and returned.

"Brrrr...." The night air felt cold on his hot, sweaty skin and Craig shivered as he snuggled back under the covers and into Oliver's warm embrace.

"So... what do we do?" asked Oliver. He'd often thought about making love to Craig, but didn't know any of the finer points beyond sticking it in. He asked because he knew Craig had it all planned out.

"Well, I read a story that put it this way. Lubricate. Dilate. Penetrate." He handed the KY to Oliver. "We'll use this to make my hole slick and use your fingers to stretch and relax my hole. Then we'll put more on your dick and then you stick it in. But you'll have to be careful. I've been practicing for this, but not with anything THAT big."

"We don't have to do this. I don't..." Craig pressed his fingers to Oliver's lips to stop the boy.

"Oliver, I want you. I want this night to be perfect. I want this more than anything. I want to give myself to you." Craig popped the lid on the KY and poured some on his fingers. Careful not to spill the lube, he closed the lid and set the bottle by his shoulder. With his free hand, he held one knee to his chest and reached down to apply the lube to his virgin hole.

Oliver grabbed him by the wrist. "No. Wait." The boys froze, eyes locked one another. Oliver knew this wasn't right and it took a few moments to understand what he was feeling. Craig saw Oliver's understanding wash over his face and relaxed and let Oliver take charge.

"That's my job," said Oliver as he pulled Craig's lubed fingers from the twitching hole. Oliver moved Craig's hand, so his friend applied the lube on his cock while he took over the lubrication and dilation of Craig's hole. Craig shivered as he slowly applied lube to the slab of man-sized boy meat he planned to which he planned to give his virginity. Oliver shivered too. The feeling of Craig's finger slathering lube along his shaft was almost too much to take. He grabbed the KY and dripped some on his own fingers and reached between Craig's legs. Craig pulled his knees back and raised his hips in anticipation of Oliver's touch.

The boys locked eyes. Oliver's questioning stare was met with Craig's pleading eyes and slight nod of his head. He continued to watch Craig's handsome face for any sign of a changed mind as his hand sought the boy's most private place. When his pinky brushed the inside of Craig's thigh, he changed direction his hand descending to its target. Craig, for his part, simply spread his knees wider in anticipation and desire.

Oliver snuggled closer to Craig and pressed lips to lips. The passion of their dancing tongues caused Craig to speed up his work on Oliver's rod. The dance sped up as the palm of Oliver's hand came to rest on Craig's balls. When the pad of the middle finger made contact with the slightly wrinkled virgin hole, Craig's toes curled, and a shiver ran through his entire body. When Oliver didn't respond the way he wanted, Craig began to rock his hips, so the finger would drag across his boy pussy. A needy moan rose from deep inside the boy's body.

When Craig reflexively squeezed the slicked rigid organ in his hand, Oliver's remembered where he was and what he was doing. Using two fingers, he began to massage Craig's hole. First, he rubbed the fingers up and down causing Craig to purr. Then he circled the hole. Craig responded by rocking his hips and whimpering with need -- a need that was stronger than he ever imagined.

When Oliver changed back to the up and down motion, he applied more pressure and surprised Craig and himself when both fingers popped in. He rose to see if Craig was alright. Craig hissed, "Yesssss..." and pulled Oliver back into their kiss. The fingers were slowly pulled back and gently thrust in deeper with each push. The deeper the fingers reached, the deeper Craig tried to drive his tongue into Oliver's mouth.

"More..." Craig panted before continuing his dig for Oliver tonsils.

"More?" asked Oliver. He gasped for air and searched for clarification on what exactly Craig meant.

"Stick another finger in and move them around like this." Craig demonstrated how Oliver should use his fingers to stretch his tight boy hole. "You're bigger than anything I've stuck in there, so you need to use more lube and get me open, so it won't hurt so much."

"Okay." Oliver pulled his fingers out much to Craig's consternation. Following Craig's directions to the letter, Oliver retrieved the lube, squirted a large glob on his fingers, and returned the bottle to its resting spot.

Craig flinched when the cold KY made contact with his needy hole then voiced his pleasure when Oliver slid three digits home. The fingers twisted and Craig gasped.

"I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"

"Don't stop! You hit my prostate. Do it again..." The end of Craig's comment was muffled because he pulled Oliver down to continue their kiss.

With each thrust and twist, Craig's rock-solid erection lifted off his stomach and drizzled another drop of precum. In no time, Craig was thrusting his hips up to meet the intruding fingers, eager for more. He shuddered and groaned into Oliver's mouth every time his prostate was poked or prodded.

Oliver was amazed at how hot and tight Craig's hole felt on his fingers. He ignored his own need for release to do Craig's bidding. He would do anything for Craig. That boy was becoming the center of his whole world. He tried to focus on addressing the needs of Craig's prostate, but he had trouble focusing on what his fingers were doing since his mouth was so busy. He simply continued what he was doing until Craig decided differently.

Wordless, Craig moved his arms down under Oliver's arms and tugged. It took a few attempts for Oliver to understand what Craig wanted. When the flash of recognition ignited, Oliver raised to his elbow and knees and slipped between Craig's legs.

Both boys looked down. In the fading light of the fire, they watched as Craig pulled Oliver's hand free and reached for the pulsing man-sized erection. He pulled his lover closer and rubbed the exposed tip of Oliver's cock against the lips of his dilated hole. Both boys shivered at the touch.

Oliver looked up and noticed the light glistening off moister on Craig's face. He took his thumb and brushed Craig's face. Their eyes met again.

"Are you crying?"

Craig nodded. "I know... it's stupid." The tears came faster.

"We don't have to do this."

"No. I mean yes. I mean it's not that." Craig stumbled trying to find the right words. "I've never been so happy. I want this with you more than anything ever and I can't believe it's going to happen." He slipped Oliver's foreskin back, lined it up and planted the tip in his hole. He whispered, "Please, go slow."

Oliver looked between them to see Craig's hand holding his prized possession at the entrance to the tight, hot, slicked up tunnel. He glanced up one last time to confirm he had Craig's permission. A slight nod of Craig's head and the boy on top applied pressure.

Craig placed his heels on Oliver's butt and used his legs and free hand to encourage Oliver to push harder. Allowing gravity to take over, Oliver felt the ring of muscles stretch even farther as they slowly gave him access.

"Nnnnnngggghhh," moaned Craig, arching his back applying more pressure to Oliver's backside.

Suddenly, the head of Oliver's cock popped in and his weight drove in an extra inch or so.

"OH FUUUUUUUCK!" yelled Craig.

"I'm sorry! Do you want me to take it out?" Oliver was willing to pull out if Craig asked him to, but he didn't make a move to do it voluntarily. The tight grip Craig's ass on the first couple inches of his cock almost completely short circuited his brain and shut down all common sense and will power. It took every last ounce of strength to keep from shoving his cock all the way in to the root.

The surprise and sharp pain passed quickly for Craig. "Don't you dare," he ordered and gripped Oliver tighter to ensure he didn't dislodge the pole in the hole. "I have wanted you to be my first. Oh god this feels so good." He pulled Oliver closer and wiggled his bottom to help the cock slide in deeper. In one steady motion, Oliver slid home.

"Oooooohhhhhh," moaned Oliver. The friction caused by the penetration of Craig's rectum was beyond anything he could have dreamed.

"Hold still," instructed Craig. "Give me a minute to adjust to this telephone pole up my ass." Though he tried to keep a straight face, he cracked up and giggled.

"We're not virgins anymore," stated Oliver with a hint of pride.

"Yeah," smiled Craig, "but it's not official until you mark your territory."

It took Oliver a second to understand what Craig insinuated. A smile broke out on his face when he caught Craig's meaning. "I'll be more than happy to complete that task."

Craig giggled again, "You better."

Oliver slowly pulled back, dragging his cock across Craig's sensitive prostate. With all the lubricating and dilating, Craig was extremely worked up. The stimulation of his boy's place caused him to shudder and shiver. Pushing in for a second go, Oliver leaned down and licked Craig's lips. Craig opened his eyes and clutched Oliver's head with both hands and pressed their lips together. With each thrust of Oliver's hips, Craig emitted a whimper of need and pleasure.

After only a dozen strokes, Craig arched his back and cried out, "Aaaaarrrrrgh!" Oliver froze planted deeply inside Craig as the bottom boy thrashed below him. He felt Craig's anal muscles contract as the first shot of boy's cream splashed across Craig's face. The next streams of cum sprayed his chest and neck. The final shots dripped out across his curled-up abs. The watery ejaculate of the young boy ran down his torso and pooled between his developing pecs.

When Craig caught his breath, he opened his eyes. Both boys broke out into huge grins.

"Holy shit! That was freakin' fantastic!" giggled Craig as he wiped away the runny spouge that trickled down his cheek. He felt Oliver flex his penis, still fully embedded up his ass, and he giggled again. Craig responded by locking his heels behind Oliver's back and stated, "You're turn."

Oliver started moving inside Craig. He started with slow, short strokes and worked his way to long, powerful thrusts. With each jab, Oliver hissed in pleasure, willing himself to hold out for one more stroke. Oliver's cock seemed to be pounding Craig's internal volume button. Each time he drove home into Craig's body, the boy's toes curled, and he cried out in pleasure -- louder and louder.

"Unh... Unh... Oh... Yes..." rattled the boy on his back. Oliver sang his part of the duet with "oomphs" and "ohs". As the song came to its inevitable end, Oliver's lyrics became "fuck... fuck... ffuuuuuuuuuck!!" His hands gripped Craig's thighs. He held his lover as tightly as he could to keep himself embedded as deeply as possible. Oliver wanted to ensure he didn't slip out as his body twitched and shuddered while he unleashed the biggest load of his young life. Craig responded with, "AAAARRRRGH!" The newly christened bottom-boy rode out another incredible hands-free orgasm.

Oliver slumped down on top of Craig and smeared Craig's two loads between their torsos. He nuzzled into the Craig's neck before kissing it gently. Craig held Oliver in place trying to keep his friend buried deep in his ass for as long as possible. Craig turned his head, so they were face to face and the boys kissed once more. Eventually, the large cock relaxed and was expelled from Craig's cum-filled ass. Craig lowed his legs and nuzzled against his lover.

It was late and the boys were exhausted from the day's, and evening's, activities. The day was also emotional as Craig exercised some of his demons and the boys experienced the joys of first love. Wordlessly, they adjusted the pillow and pulled the sleeping bag up to their chins before clutching each other and dropping off to sleep.

In August, the sunrises in Bozeman between 6:00 and 6:30 am. For Craig, that was much too early. No curtains to block the morning sun on this cloudless morning, Craig stirred, trying to hide his eyes. That's when he became aware that he wasn't at home in his bed... and he wasn't alone. His eyes fluttered open and fell upon the most beautiful sight in the world -- at least in Craig's opinion. Oliver was sleeping peacefully. He had a slight smile on his face as he held Craig in his arms.

Craig carefully freed his arm. He gently brushed Oliver's bangs away from the boys sleeping eyes. With the tip of his pointer finger, the traced down Oliver's nose then laid his hand on the side of his boyfriend's head just below his ear. He used just enough force to bring their lips together to wake Oliver with a morning kiss. Oliver responded by sliding his hands up Craig's back and locked his fingers in Craig's locks and returned the kiss.

"Good morning, sexy," greeted Oliver when the boys broke their kiss. "You can wake me up that way every morning."

Craig giggled and blushed. Waking up naked with Oliver every morning sounded perfect to him. "Feels like you're ready for more," stated Craig with a raised eyebrow. With a little nudge of his hips, he let Oliver know he could feel their morning wood pressing against one another.

"I've got to piss something fierce, but I don't want to get up," whined Oliver as he pulled Craig in tight.

"I've got to pee to. Let's run over to the bushes and then cuddle some more." It sounded like a fine idea to Craig and his enthusiasm seemed to be contagious.

"Okay," replied Oliver. "I'll race you." Before Craig could agree or someone could shout "go", Craig threw back the top sleeping bag and made a dash to the bushes.

"You dork," shouted Oliver as the two boys laughed all the way to the finish line. When Oliver caught up to Craig, Craig was shivering in the crisp morning air and trying not to pee on his own feet. Oliver joined him with a shiver of his own.

Craig finished first and ran back to the sleeping bags. Their quick escape caused sleeping bag folded over and the pillows to scatter. Craig got down on his hands and knees to straighten up their makeshift love nest. He adjusted the sleeping bags and swiped his hand across the top to flatten the corner of the bag. When Craig scooted back, he bumped into Oliver. A rock-hard cock pressed into his crack as hands grabbed his hips to hold him in place.

"Damn, you are sexy," groaned Oliver as he slid is manhood up and down the crack of his boyfriend's ass. He didn't understand it, but the sight of a naked Craig on his hands and knees turned him on. Even more so, when Craig's pucker winked at him and leaked out a small glob of the cum he deposited there the night before, Oliver instantly boned up.

Craig was just as confused about his feelings. Oliver grabbing him by the hips and grinding that big uncircumcised erection on his ass caused Craig to instantly pop a boner and drop to his elbows to give Oliver better access to his ass. The stimulation to Craig's boy hole encouraged another dribble of Oliver's cum mixed with Craig's natural butt slim to be expelled providing Oliver with more lubricant.

Craig was disappointed when he felt one of Oliver's hands release its hold on him. However, the disappointment was short lived when he heard the cap on the KY bottle and a thin stream a lube drizzled his crack and Oliver's cock. The cap snapped shut and the lube dropped to the ground before Oliver used his free hand to distribute lube more evenly around his cock then lined it up and slipped it into Craig's needy hole.

"Oh!" gasped Craig. Oliver's intrusion into Craig's hole wasn't nearly as painful as previous night, but there was a twinge of pain and the surprise of how easy the head popped in. Once the moment passed, Craig pushed back to help Oliver reach deep into his soul. Their first night together they made love. This morning, they learned what it's like to simply fuck.

The morning sun glistened off the sheen of sweat on Oliver's rippling abs and he pummeled Craig's vice-like hole. He accompanied his fucking with a series of complements to Craig about how great of a fuck he was and how sexy he looked on his knees with a cock being shoved up his ass. Craig white-knuckled the sleeping bag below in order to maintain his leverage so he could drive his ass back on the stiff rod that brought him so much pleasure. Every once in a while, between Craig's involuntary "umphs" Oliver elicited each time he slammed his pubes into Craig's ass, Craig managed to gather enough breath to command "harder" or "more". Oliver did his best to comply with his lover's orders.

The boys grunted and fucked, focused solely on the physical pleasure they were receiving.

"Oh fuck... fuck... fuck..." muttered Oliver with increasing urgency as his climax approached.

"Fuck yeah, give it to me," begged Craig. "I want it... Shoot it in me..."

"RRAAAAHHHHH!!" roared Oliver, planted deeply in Craig's up turned ass.

Craig felt Oliver's cock expand and pulse as he boyfriend's thicker, manlier seed tried to breed him. The newly devoted bottom boy twitched and shuddered as he arched his back and shot streams of boy's cream across the sleeping bag. He threw his head back and cried out, "Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!"

With the final spurts of cum, the boys collapsed onto the sleeping bag. Intertwined together, they found themselves with Oliver spooned up behind Craig with his cock still firmly rooted up Craig's boy cunt. He wrapped his arms around Craig's chest to hold his lover tightly to his body. When the chill of the morning air sent shivers across the sweaty boys, they simply pulled the edges of the sleeping bag over their bodies as they slipped off into dream land for a quick nap.

Hours later, Oliver was the first to stir. In the same position as they fell to sleep, the only appreciable difference was Oliver's erection had subsided and slipped out of its favorite place. Craig woke when Oliver shifted his position. Turning to face his boyfriend, a term he grew more comfortable with each time he used it, he looked at Oliver and giggled.

"What's so funny?" Oliver asked.

"That was pretty wild," he managed to state amidst another flurry of giggles. Oliver couldn't deny Craig anything, especially when the boy, his boyfriend, was in a giggly mood. Oliver thought it was simply adorable. He thought it was amazing that the shy, modest, giggling boy he held in his arms was the same hot, impatient, demanding bottom he plowed earlier that morning.

"Are you okay?" asked Oliver, truly concerned that he might have gone too far. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

After another gaggle of giggles, Craig responded, "Hell no! You made me have an orgasm just from fucking me. It was incredible!" He gave Oliver a peck on the lips. Oliver smiled and his stomach grumbled. Both boys burst into laughter.

"When my brothers have a sleep over, my mom usually makes a treat for breakfast. Let's go see if she did this morning for us!" Craig was convinced life couldn't get better than this and he was certain his mom would do something special this morning.

"Sounds good to me!" At that moment, anything that involved food was perfect as far as Oliver was concerned.

They grabbed the pillows and sleeping bags and dragged them into the tent where they found fresh clothes.

Oliver stepped into his underwear and noticed the ruminative look on Craig's face. "What's on your mind?"

"Well..." started Craig, as he pulled up his own boxer briefs. He looked at Oliver for confidence and smiled when he saw his boyfriend's compassion and concern for his well-being.

"Do you think we should come out to everyone?"

"I don't know," said Oliver in a thoughtful manner. "I think we should come out to our parents. I think they'll understand."

"Yeah, I do, too," agreed Craig. "But that isn't who I was thinking about. What about at school?"

Oliver didn't answer right away. He pulled his favorite polo shirt over his head and then shrugged his shoulders. "I'll do whatever you want to do."

"I'm kinda scared." Craig hated to admit it. He didn't want Oliver to think less of him, but there were lots of things to fear. "I'm still new at school and no one even knows you yet. What if there are kids around here who hate gays? We are in Montana, after all. And what if..." Oliver's lips muffled the rest of Craig's argument and his kiss washed away the boy's fears.

He took Craig's hands in his own and looked the nervous boy in the eyes. "I think you are worrying too much. Do you think the other kids at camp know we like each other?"

Craig nodded. A couple of the girls had even said something to Craig about it.

"If the kids at camp figured out that we like each other, do you think the kids at school will figure out we are boyfriends?"

"Not if we hide it. If they don't know, they won't beat us up." Oliver suspected that this fear was more to do with what happened in Chicago on the train than Craig's fear of coming out at school.

Oliver stepped closer so their faces were only a few inches apart. "Do you want to hide our relationship?"

"No," said Craig quietly.

Oliver took Craig's hands into his own. "If we hid that we are boyfriends, we couldn't hold hands at school." Craig looked down and away from Oliver's gaze.

"If we hid our relationship, I wouldn't be able to sneak a kiss between classes." Craig looked back up at Oliver and smiled bashfully. Oliver planted a quick peck on those kissable lips to demonstrate his point.

"If we hid our relationship, I wouldn't be able to take you to Homecoming." Oliver wasn't sure he'd ever seen Craig smile wider than he did at that realization.

Oliver continued, "I know there will be people that don't like our relationship. But you and I are great at making friends and I know our friends will outnumber our enemies. Besides, it doesn't matter. All I need is you." He leaned in and kissed Craig in an expression of his deep love.

"I love you, Craig Kendall."

"I love you, too, Oliver Samuelson."

Oliver's stomach reminded them why they'd gotten dressed and the boys cracked up laughing again. They zipped up the tent and held hands on the walk back to the Kendall family home. They didn't say a word the entire way, but with each step, the boys became more comfortable with being boyfriends not just friends.

"Mom! Mom! Their back!" yelled Cooper, the first to catch sight of the boys returning from their overnight.

"Yeah! They're here!" squealed Conner, following his twin out the door.

"Boys! Don't slam the..." The backdoor crashed into the side of the house then slammed shut as the boys barreled out the door. In a full sprint, the twins practically tackled the older boys.

"So," started Conner, with his arms wrapped around Craig's waist, "is it for real?"

"Yeah," continued Cooper, his arms hugging Oliver, "are you boyfriends now?"

"What?" squeaked Craig. He wondered how in the hell his little 8-year-old brothers would know that.

"Connor. Cooper. You boys go back in the house and I'll let you have seconds of the blueberry muffins," called Mrs. Kendall as she walked out to meet the boys.

"Ollie?" asked Cooper, sniffing around Oliver's front. "Why do you smell like butt?"

"Yeah, Craig," accused Connor, "you smell like butt, too!"

The teens blushed a deep crimson. They just stood there speechless.

"Into the house, now!" ordered the Kendall's mother.

"But moooommmm!" whined Connor.

"They didn't tell us if they're boyfriends, yet," whined Cooper.

"Were you two listening in on a private conversation between me and your father?" The boys looked down at the ground kicked their toes in the dirt.

"Back to the house before I change my mind about seconds on the muffins."

It wasn't much of a contest. Mrs. K made the best blueberry muffins and the twins knew they would learn the answer to their question eventually. The twins made a mad dash back to the house.

"Don't slam the..." Too late again.

"Mom," asked Craig with a bit of trepidation. "Are we in trouble?"

"Oh no, sweetie," she answered apologetically. "Come here, both of you." The boys approached and she took them into her arms hugging them both. "I think, 'welcome to the family' is in order."

"How did you know?" asked Craig.

Amanda Kendall stepped back so she could look the boys in the eyes. "Well, your father and I have been talking with Oliver's parents." The teens looked at each other then back to Amanda. "We've all noticed the way you look at each other and how close you to are all the time. It was pretty obvious to us that you liked each other more than friends and I think your little brothers overhears us talking about it last night."

"Those two twerps always seem to be eaves dropping on other people's business," groused Craig.

"Well, either way, I think it is pretty clear that you two are more than friends after this morning."

"Yeah," admitted Oliver. "We decided to hold hands because we don't want to keep it a secret."

"That's not what I'm referring too. I decided to bring the muffins out to the campsite this morning and you boys were... um... busy." The boys' eyes bugged out of their heads as they contemplated what Craig's mother must have witnessed.

Feeling like he needed to defend their relationship, Oliver spoke up. "I love Craig." He grabbed Craig's hand again and held it tightly.

"I know boys and I'm so happy for you. We are all so happy for you and love you both. But I think we do need to have a bit of a conversation about discretion. First, you father is going to help you move your camp site a bit further from the house to give you boys some more privacy." The boys nodded and gave a half smile. They appreciated the gesture but were embarrassed that she knew they needed more privacy before they did.

"Second, you both reek of sex. Oliver, you have KY in your hair and Craig, you have dried cum on your neck. Please clean up from now on before you join the family. Okay?"

The teens were mortified and quickly nodded in agreement to get things over with as quickly as possible.

"Okay boys, go take a shower before joining us in the kitchen for muffins." The boys nodded again and headed for the house.

"And boys," they stopped and turned to see what Amanda wanted to say. "Please be quick. No hanky-panky in the shower."

"Moooooom," whined Craig, morified by his mother's frankness about sex. He didn't think he could have been more embarrassed by his mother but that comment did the trick.

Oliver simply pursed his lips and puffed out his cheeks and tried not to laugh at Craig's embarrassment.