In the photo above, he is at Cazadero, at a camping party with friends. It was one of the most beautiful weekends I have ever had - and it was during his first trip to visit me in San Francisco; my love knew no bounds.
Here is a painting I did of the two of us that weekend. I can remember perfectly the feeling of kissing him there; his hand is on my ass and mine on his, while my friend Pico took this picture. I got totally excited just moments after the photo upon which this painting is based was taken; well, so did he. His body always felt so perfect in my arms; it was like an extension of my own. I felt that I could take hold of him and I knew precisely how it made him feel, that his dick was mine and the sensations it produced in him I felt. Our kisses were electric, my entire body set aflame.
Anyway, here he is, unusually coy in both of these photos.
And sitting in bed looking up at me. How I will miss him.