Curtain light stretches across the bed and steadies the room. Touch becomes guidance, and guidance becomes motion. Everything else blurs while the mattress keeps time. Quiet gathers around the pillows like a promise kept. Peace settles over the bed and decides to stay.
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.
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.
Warm air gathers over the sheets while they inch closer. The mattress steadies them, gentle and sure. The room narrows to breath and heartbeat. Quiet gathers around the pillows like a promise kept. Afterward, they stay cheek to cheek, unhurried.
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.
