AMONG THE PINES

The Scent Of Pine Needles...

The Sticky Of Sap...

The Dye Made Of Beetles...

The Boy With The Map

Of The Male Human Body...

He Wants To Be Naughty...

He Wants For His Cousin To Suck Him Again...

No Prodding At All And His Cousin - He Falls...

Down Onto His Knees...

Where He Frees Him With Ease...

Goes Down On His Cousin With His Mouth So Wet...

No Outward Regret

Will Make Itself Known...

The Boys Hard As Stone

Till Their Mothers Are Calling...

No Time Left For Stauling

As The Boys Stand At Once In Shame Without Fret...

The Zippers...The Frocks...

The Taste Of Their Cocks...

Still There As They Run...

From Their Woodland Of Fun...

They Know They'll Return...

And Never Forget.

© NOVEMBER 9, 1999 By Menes

- For Michael -

Who Was My 1st Step On A Journey

That Has Never Really Ended.