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whispers as they grew closer than they thought possible. Mason realized that he was sitting as close as possible to Cory, and he wanted to be closer. They both held hands, and finally they both knew that the time for talking was coming to an end.

The wind was gently blowing thru the trees; a slight rustle was all that they could hear. The moon hadn't really risen yet, but the stars were out now, the sky darkening every second, the river flat calm, starting to sparkle with the reflections of the sky overhead.

Mason looked out at the water, the beauty of Mother Nature stretched out in front of him, while beside him laid another of those wonders, Cory.

He breathed in deeply, the fresh country air, the hint of the river carried along the slight breeze, but more than that, the over powering smell of Cory. Each breath he took was almost as if he was taking a drink of Cory, it filled his nostrils and his entire being. He had never felt this way, not even with George, and it frightened him a bit. What would Cory think if he knew about George and Mason? Would he be repulsed, would he accept it, but then too, what about George? He shivered slightly then, and Cory noticed it and put his arm around Mason, hugging him and then he placed his hand on Mason's face, gently turning it, so it was almost turned to him. He leaned in, his lips briefly touching the cheek, then the lips.

Mason felt the touch, and a wave of electricity passed through his entire body. He wasn't cold, but his body trembled with the brief touch of Cory in the midst of nature's wonder. They kissed, tongues passing each other, gently kissing the other as they passed, and they moved even closer into each other's body, Mason slightly downwards.

Cory held his ground, and he took charge of this now totally willing, totally eager, totally captivating young man. He gently started to push down, forcing Mason to lay back, his legs now stretched outwards on the blanket, his feet extending past to the white sand of the beach. Mason tried to fill his lungs with air, as he realized he was in for something much more than he had ever imagined happening unless he was with George.

He suddenly surrendered his brain to the raging emotions inside him. He fell backwards to the ground with a thump, and he moved his hands off of Cory and placed them down to his waist, where he immediately undid his pants, eager to have Cory explore his lower body. They kissed deeply now, while Mason struggled with undoing his pants button, then his zipper and as the zipper reached the end, he felt Cory move his own hands down to his pants, grapping hold of the waist band, then gently tugging them, their lips and mouths still joined.

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