PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Quite naked, except for his fragrant and 

flavorful dark crew socks, he, standing

against the bedroom wall and engorged,

privileged me to take his desire in hand:

I did without the least hesitation or

concession to homophobic intrusive inhibitions.

I thought of his accomplishments in Junior

Varsity football:  record yardage for passes

thrown. and record yardage for the ball carried.

Sometimes, I had wondered why he had chosen me to

wear his friendship band, to kiss surreptitiously

during class changes, and now to be entrusted with

his nakedness and anticipation.  His breath became

gasps, and his words were transformed to quiet

moans.  As his body tensed, I delighted to feel his

core muscles' powerful contractions as romantic and

climactic satisfaction became imminent.  No old

prudes' and haters' perverse prejudices interfered

with the process as his tumescent lofter launched

five long, glistening strings of sweetness across my

carpeted floor, certainly a local (that is, in-house)

record which subsequent sessions might topple.