Time to taste me - now that's an invitation any male would fine hard to resist, especially as the boys who are offing themselves are gorgeous, hard-bodied babes.
From a common love for the phase and locker-room lust as well as the high school wrestling team, the lads bond boners assemble till the young dudes are all set to rock.
Soft lamplight warms the duvet as they trade a look. They trade soft nods that say keep going. A shared cadence grows certain, simple and true. Quiet gathers around the pillows like a promise kept. Silence returns sweeter than before.
The mattress dips as they meet in the middle. A quiet rhythm arrives and feels inevitable. The headboard taps a soft beat and forgets to count. They let the pace ease, breathing in the same measure. They keep the last inch of closeness on purpose.
