A DAY FOR A LAY
He put down his glass and stretched his bare arms along
The back of my sofa. The afternoon sunlight struck
The blond hairs on the wrist near my head.
His chin was strong, His mouth sucky.
I could hardly believe my luck.
It was a spring day a day, a day for a lay when the air
Smelled like a locker-room a day to blow or get blown;
Returning from lunch I turned my corner and there
On a near-by stoop I saw him standing alone.
I glanced as I advanced. The clean white T-shirt outlined
A forceful torso the light-blue denims divulged
Much. I observed the snug curves where they hugged the behind,
I watched the crotch where the cloth intriguingly bulged.
Our eyes met I felt sick. My knees turned weak.
I couldn't move. I didn't know what to say.
In a blur I heard words myself like a stranger speak
"Will you come to my room? Then a husky voice "O.K."
I produced some beer and we talked Like a little boy
He told me his story Present address next door.
Half Polish half Irish The youngest From Illinois.
Profession mechanic Name Bud Age twenty-four.
And here he was sitting beside me legs apart.
I could bear it no longer. I touched the inside of his thigh.
His reply was to move closer. I trembled my heart
Thumped and jumped as my fingers went to his fly.
I opened a gap in the flap. I went in there.
I sought for a slit in the gripper shorts that had charge
Of the basket I asked for. I came to warm flesh then to hair,
I went on. I found what I hoped. I groped. It was large.
He responded to my fondling in a charming disarming way:
Without a word he unbuckled his belt while I felt
And lolled back stretching his legs. His pants fell away.
Carefully drawing it out I beheld what I held.
The circumcised head was a work of mastercraft
With perfectly beveled rim of unusual weight
And the friendliest red. Even relaxed the shaft
Was of noble dimensions with the wrinkles that indicate
Singular powers of extension. For a second or two
It lay there inert then suddenly stirred in my had,
Then paused as if frightened or doubtful of what to do,
And then with a violent jerk began to expand.
By soundless bounds it extended and distended by quick
Great leaps it rose it flushed it rushed to its full size.
Nearly nine inches long and three inches thick,
A royal column ineffably solemn and wise.
I tested its length and strength with a manual squeeze,
I bunched my fingers and twirled them about the knob,
I stroked it from top to bottom.
I got on my knees. I lowered my head.
I opened my mouth for the job.
But he pushed me gently away.
He bent down. He unlaced His shoes.
He removed his socks.
Stood up. Shed His pants altogether.
Muscles in arms and waist
Rippled as he whipped his T-shirt over his head.
I scanned his tan enjoyed the contrast of brown
Trunk against white shorts taut around small
Hips. With a dig and a wriggle he peeled them down.
I tore off my clothes. He faced me smiling. I saw all.
The gorgeous organ stood stiffly and straightly out
With a slight flare upwards. At each beat of his heart it threw
An odd little nod my way. From the slot of the spout
Exuded a drop of transparent viscous goo.
The lair of hair was fair the grove of a young man,
A tangle of curls and whorls luxuriant but couth.
Except for a spur of golden hairs that fan
To the neat navel the rest of the belly was smooth.
Well hung slung from the fork of the muscular legs,
The firm vase of his sperm like a bulging pear,
Cradling its handsome glands two herculean eggs,
Swung as he came towards me shameless bare.
WE aligned mouths. We entwined. All act was clutch,
All fact contact the attack and the interlock
Of tongues the charms of arms. I shook at the touch
Of his fresh flesh I rocked at the shock of his cock.
Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine
Person between and closed on it tight as I could.
The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine.
Nude glued together for a minute we stood.
I stroked the lobes of his ears the back of his head
And the broad shoulders. I took bold hold of the compact
Globes of his bottom. We tottered. He fell on the bed.
Lips parted eyes closed he lay there ripe for the act.
Mad to be had to be felt and smelled. My lips
Explored the adorable masculine tits. My eyes
Assessed the chest. I caressed the athletic hips
And the slim limbs. I approved the grooves of the thighs.
I hugged I snuggled into an armpit. I sniffed
the subtle whiff of its tuft. I lapped up the taste
Of its hot hollow. My fingers began to drift
On a trek of inspection a leisurely tour of the waist.
Downward in narrowing circles they playfully strayed.
Encroached on his privates like poachers approached the prick.
But teasingly swerved retreated from meeting.
It betrayed Its pleading need by a pretty imploring kick.
"Shall I rim you? I whispered. He shifted his limbs in assent,
Turned on his side and opened his legs let me pass
To the dark parts behind. I kissed as I went
The great thick cord that ran back from his balls to his arse.
Prying the buttocks aside. I nosed my way in
Down the shaggy slopes. I came to the puckered goal.
It was quick to my licking. He pressed his crotch to my chin.
His thighs squirmed as my tongue wormed in his hole.
His sensations yearned for consummation. He untucked
His legs and lay panting hot as a teen-age boy.
Naked enlarged charged aching to get sucked,
Clawing the sheet all his pores open to joy.
I inspected his erection. I surveyed his parts with a stare
From scrotum level. Sighting along the underside
Of his cock I looked through the forest of pubic hair
To the range of the chest beyond rising lofty and wide.
I admired the texture the delicate wrinkles and the neat
Sutures of the capacious bag. I adored the grace
Of the male genitalia. I raised the delicious meat
Up to my mouth brought the face of its hard-on to my face.
Slipping my lips round the Byzantine dome of the head
With the tip of my tongue I caressed the sensitive groove.
He thrilled to the trill. "That's lovely! he hoarsely said.
"Go on Go on! Very slowly I started to move.
Gently intently I slid to the massive base
Of his tower of power paused there a moment down
In the warm moist thicket then began to retrace
Inch by inch the smooth way to the throbbing crown.
Indwelling excitements swelled at delights to come
As I descended and ascended those thick distended walls.
I grasped his root between left forefinger and thumb
And with my right hand tickled his heavy voluminous balls.
I plunged with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow,
And at every stroke made a corkscrew roll with my tongue.
His soul reeled in the feeling. He whimpered "Oh!"
As I tongued and squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung.
Then I pressed on the spot where the groin is joined to the cock,
Slipped a finger into his arse and massaged him from inside.
The secret sluices of his juices began to unlock.
He melted into what he felt. "O Jesus! he cried.
Waves of immeasurable pleasures mounted his member in quick
Spasms. I lay still in the notch of his crotch inhaling his sweat
His ring convulsed round my finger. Into me rich and thick,
His hot spunk spouted in gouts spurted in jet after jet.
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