My distant cousin Kyle

played with me every day

for a week.  I'd never met him

before & I've never seen him since.

I fucked him in the woods behind our house.

Not really.

But in my thoughts.

My eyes were contantly glued to his ass,

crotch, chest, eyes, lips.

The day he left there was a tornado,

& my Grandmother said it was ok

to hug him because I loved him & I may

never see him again... it was nice. I almost

came in my shorts.

In my mind he begged me to fuck him.

His cock was like a sugar candy

blown glass coke bottle

dangling between his legs

for me to stroke while thrusting inside

before the ending became clear

and his kiss was all that mattered.

Strange thoughts today...

Memories of a boy who never knew.