opined the curator, popsy as ever

"make a dream of peace.
span a river with a bridge of love.
shove my big cock up your ass."
these were the words spoken
by the fiery sexy sex god who
was currently fucking
the tight pink asshole of
shy skinny little college sophomore boy zeke.
**
at first zeke kinda squealed and
moaned, with something
like hesitation, and then his eyes rolled
back in his head like he
was in a pleasuredome of
the wildest possible erotic ecstacy.
**
"create friends instead of enemies.
the pathway to mutual appreciation is the joy of connection.
god i love the feel of your asstube on my big shiny cock."
the fiery sexy sex god continued fucking
zeke's tight little ass.
the fiery sexy sex god was captain
of the college football team, pure
thick beef, muscles bulging out everywhere,
the smell of stale sweat all about him.
zeke was lying face down, nibbling the pillow,
as he got royally, fiercely, fucked by
the fiery sexy sex god.
**
"ummmmm" said zeke.
"ummmmmmmmmm."
**
the fiery sexy sex god
continued fucking zeke's tight little pink ass,
and right before
the fiery sexy sex god
came,
the fiery sexy sex god said,
"just like high school, huh? you
and me? hiding out in the woods down
by that pond?"
zeke pulled his face away from
the pillow, said "yeah, just
like that,"
and then
the fiery sexy sex god spurted
about 18 volleys of cum right
up zeke's ass.
**
then, zeke rolled over,
and, quite obligingly,
the fiery sexy sex god
sucked on zeke's tight little
dick until zeke spurted cum
into
the fiery sexy sex god's hot slimy
mouth.
**
then, for about an entire half hour
skinny little college sophomore boy zeke
and fiery sexy sex god captain of the football
team
lay there on the mattress in zeke's bedroom.
"love is the glue that binds us.
conversation is the string on a safely-mailed post office package.
the earth rotates under my belly when i shoot cum up your ass,"
said the fiery sexy sex god, to zeke, as zeke
snuggled up against the hot massive hairy chest
of the fiery sexy sex god.
**
then, it was night.
the cattails were moving gently back and forth
in that distant pond out in that
long-ago woods.
but, back in zeke's bedroom,
there was now pizza and beer, and lots
of it, too.
"this one's for you, bud," said
the fiery sexy sex god.
"don't mind if i do," said zeke.
"the scent of beer can be quite
refreshing," said the fiery sexy sex god.
"nothing like the oppressiveness which
some critics claim it begets."
"nuts to that," said zeke.   
and, all about the room,
there was the aroma of
hale and hearty agreement, hot pizza
crust, and frothy ice-cold beer.

--Carl Miller Daniels (March 17, 2010)