The heat of the day almost gone, the sun drawing a golden hue on the mountain tops, just moments before days end and night conquers once again. A boy stands at the shores edge, deep in contemplation, reflecting on lives past and knowing in his heart, serenity. Not always so, there will always be periods of agony, defeat, but the human spirit seems to have developed a marvelous skill at eventually dulling the aftermath, enhancing the positive, winning moments, in

"To Keep the Truth to ones self is not a lie." - Spock We wouldnt have met except for an errant skateboard that gave him a pretty good whack high up on the inner thigh of his left leg. Just a millimeter or three more to his right and he would have been howling much, much worse, I can guarantee you. As it happened he did screech high enough to catch my attention and when I looked through the kitchen window, I spied him writhing in agony on my front lawn and dashed out to ascertain if

Good things will come to those who wait, that certainly can be true, but the time frame can be so narrow, that the right nudges can push a good thing home slightly quicker. So I pushed a little and started giving him rides to the beach, used his near fanaticism with riding his board at ungodly hours so he would spend the night. He is Ryan, not quite twelve, an honest to god blue eyed, blonde haired California surfer boy and it was my good fortune that he and his mother moved into the apartment across from me.

I havent lived with my real dad since my parents got divorced, but I have had a father, my step-dad. He married my mother when I was ten and now that Im twelve, hes had the talk with me, answered my questions, at least the ones I dared ask and gave me honest answers. So I knew that playing with my still prepubescent boner and getting those good feelings was okay, but private. I knew how babies were made, what making love meant, all the facts, but no experience.

The summer between sixth and seventh grades will probably remain a landmark within my mind until that part of me longer exists. Monumental is the descriptive word that comes to mind, for not only did it mark the progression from child to young adult, it was also the first occasion where sex burst upon the scene. Gone was the giggling, whispering and tawdry playground banter, along with "Show me yours" games and naive explorations of pre-pubescence, as my twelfth birthday approached.

The family vacations were superb, everyone was getting along and the weather on the Big Island couldnt have been better. Most of the typical tourist activities completed the remaining days were beach time, relaxing, and the parents drinking perhaps too much, but also providing the opportunity for Kirin and Raphael to become friends. Raphael was the oldest; he would turn thirteen in less then a month. Kirin was looking forward to his twelfth, but not for another four months.

"To Keep the Truth to ones self is not a lie." - Spock At not even thirteen years of age yet, Luis Arpanet had the largest dick Id ever seen, at an honest to god; shit you not, seven inches in length and almost two inches around. This discovery occurred as both our families were vacationing in the Florida Keys. My names Todd Livermore and I had just turned fifteen that summer, almost two years ago now. My heart knew I was gay, but my mind refused to listen and I had been trying to play the

He was always working out and now he was old enough for it to really start showing, abs were getting really tight and his forearms and biceps were looking great. He would be a junior next year and was determined to make starter as wide receiver and shortstop on the varsity teams. He knew a scholarship to a major college was his only way out of the medium sized piss pot of a city we lived in. Always very cool with me and his little brother and he sort of adopted me as another,

Kennecott Summer Farm for boys was situated on a fairly large lake, a good acres of beach front that had a dock, boat sheds and a little maintenance shop. The other half of beach was the designated swimming area, marked with rope and those floating plastic things. There was a rope swing, attached to this huge Elm tree that would pass out over the lake about twenty feet from shore and lift you about seven or eight feet above so you could let go screaming and plummet for a split second. A combination badmintonvolleyball area, horseshoe pits, archery, and a huge fire pit for the nightly campfires, the place really had it all.

After learning that his nickname was Alley, short for Alley Cat because a lot of his moves were very feline in their gracefulness and not for his name, Albert, I just had to get to know him better try and get in his pants, to be completely honest. He was thirteen, about foot inches tall and weighed maybe lbs., soaking wet, but unfortunately as usual those damn baggy clothes disguised any further details. My name is Calvin, Cal and I had just finished High School, but was going to stay at home and bum around at community college since funds for a four year college were not soon to be available, working