lovers

the sudden downpour drove
the two sexy boy athletes
into the house where they
found themselves alone together
and immediately
they stripped off all their
clothes and began sucking
on each other's big smooth dicks.
they spurted cum into each other's
mouths, swallowed it without complaint,
and then sat around naked drinking soft drinks
and staring at each other's
smooth sexy boy athlete bodies while the
rain continued.  their wet clothes,
flung over kitchen chairs, slowly
dried. after a while, the two
sexy naked boy athletes started
kissing each other on the lips,
real slow. their big smooth
cocks got hard again practically
the instant their lips touched each
other's lips. vaseline was casually
mentioned. a trip to the bathroom
confirmed its existence. they smeared
it on their big hard cocks and
took turns fucking each
other up the ass until
they both came; then they
chuckled and giggled
like two sexy sex maniacs,
their big shiny
dicks glistening with the vaseline,
the aroma of sex and sweaty
desire heavy in the air of
the warm bright bathroom.
outside the rain kept falling.
the humidity was high. the
bathroom air was heavy with
a smell that was
musky and sexual and suffused with the lust
of two sexy boy athletes
in love with each other.
they decided to take a shower.
they stepped into the tub
and closed the curtain and
turned on the water and got
it to the right temperature and
washed off the vaseline from
their dicks and hands and from
around their assholes and from between
their butt cheeks, and then
they washed all over, everyplace,
washing each other's backs, kissing
the backs of each other's necks,
touching with tenderness and
near worship each other's
noses and nipples and furry
dangling scrotums.  then
they turned off the water
and dried off.  naked, they
returned to the kitchen.
their clothes were still a little damp,
so they sat down naked on the slick wooden chairs
and watched a goofy television show. they laughed
at the same places. they stared at each
other naked. they liked what they saw.
the rain stopped.
their clothes dried.
they put them on and went
outside and onto the pebbled running
trail that went through the woods, and
they ran miles
and miles through the woods,
talking, laughing, two sexy boy athletes
in love with each other and in love with
the woods and in love with the trail and
in love with the sound of their footfalls--
steady and true, never
a stumble, never a misstep, its rhythm
comforting and easy--
the steam still
hovering over the crunchy woodland trail
on that hot summer day.

--Carl Miller Daniels (January 9, 2005)