Summer Sprite

So, Jonah was Randy's first official man love. 

When he thinks back on the evenings events, some things were out of place, and there are pieces of time missing, and some single images of him and I somehow against a rock, and a tree, or another large stone...

Oh, shit, this is going to get deep. I've never recalled this before now...

Jonah and Randy volunteered their acting abilities to the small town community organized Wyoming Shakespeare Festival Company for three Summers in a row.

That Summer's performance was A Midsummer Nights Dream. Jonah was Puck, and Randy was Thisbee. Of all the Shakespearean shows to fall in lusty, lusty love with a boy...

That was how their lustful Summer began.

Underneath the stars, Puck was dancing, around a large fire, upon which roasted brats wrapped in bacon. Puck had been sure to supply some spirits, both in pipe and in bottle, for the evenings revelries. Thisbee was thrilled to be invited upon such an adventure, and when he invited me, simply said, "Yes."

Randy remembers the mostly silent drive up to the secret camp ground, that few except Jonah knew about.

The fresh evening air, the purity there was there, the space, the time of this beauty that I had with this choice man. Boy, really, we were boys, as I think back upon it.

We left the well beaten path near sunset and hiked back through the woods to the north. Seeing the site at twilight was ominous. It appeared almost primitive, native american, and this was without the dancing from the shadows from the flames upon the giant rock cliff edge.

Jonah rushed to build a fire as I clumsily put the tent up. The flames lit the surroundings and made them come alive, for both of us. We'd light a bowl and pass it between us. He would dance around in the fire light, a wood sprite in the night, asking... no, imploring, "Can't you feel that energy...?"

The pulsing of the ground I did feel, his dancing was erotic. Looking deep into his eyes across the fire later wasn't the last thing I remember from that evening. 

I cannot really explain how it feels to be with someone who just resonates within your soul. Whom when you're with all your senses are alive and all your hopes for the future is a lifetime, a few years, days, hours or one night. You genuinely enjoy each others company. You can talk, or not talk for spaces of time with no discomfort. When you each know when to speak and when not to and know just what to say when the other does not, or cannot. When you each seem to know each other from another time and space, and perhaps place.

We were only with each other a few short Summer evenings in the primes of our lives for heaven sake.

We went camping, and he stared at me over the fire. I didn't have any idea what he was saying.

There were many beer cans, I remember that. There was pot smoked and bowls reloaded and dancing in the moonlight. I don't remember eating the bacon wrapped brats, or finishing the beer, or smoking more than one or two bowls, or how I got to the tent, that night...

I do though, however, remember being stood up against a rock close to the fire, where Jonah pressed his body up against mine. That was all.