His lettered jacket is all that remains

of the clothes that he wore

after those football games

& the games that we played

of drastic reduction & all for

this moment of straight boy seduction.

He pushes back on me with

no thought of fear

& does not imagine that

this pleasure's queer

& can't understand

how he could have ignored this:

This pleasure inside him is fucking enormous!

This hit of bliss lasts much longer than E -

This shit is rightious!  How could it be

that he never fingered & lingered inside

when now he is rocking my cock from inside

& that's when it hits him

& he must decide

to quit or keep going

& he isn't slowing

he's moaning

& oozing

& he's so close

he screams!

Realization

& passion

& orgasmic reaction

& the boy wakes up wet

from the boy of his dreams.

Boy eyes me next day

in the quad

in the city...

I watch him

watch me

because the boy

is so pretty.

He doesn't know how

to approach or

contact me.

And I don't know his mind -

I don't know he finds

himself thinking of me

& the dreams that he had...

Dreams of me sucking him -

Dreams of me fucking him -

Dreams are his lifeline

& now he wants me bad.