summer of '54

disclaimer: no one in this poem is less than 18 years old.

the kiss is long
and thorough
I think he enjoys
my attempts to
squirm free of it
he says
"it's okay for you
 to feel what you're feeling
 and it's okay for you to enjoy
 what we're about to do"
then his lips
are on mine again
gentler this time
once again
I feel his tongue pressing
at my lips
I open my lips to let it pass
I feel his hand
his strong mechanics hand
on my manhood
I should be resisting
resisting the kiss
resisting the caress
but I don't
I don't resist
I welcome them both
and I respond
it's no longer him kissing me
it's us kissing each other
he says
"you have such a beautiful cock"
as he strokes my cock
I know he thinks it's beautiful
I know he thinks it's beautiful
because he said so
he continues to
stroke my cock
we kiss some more
he says
"you're about to come
 aren't you
 you're about to come"
I know he's right
I know it
he knows better than I
Now
Now I'm ejaculating
I'm ejaculating
my creamy fluid
flying from my cock
and it feels like a hundred flash bulbs
going off in front of my eyes
never before have I felt like this
I lay back on the bed
we kiss
and he continues to hold my cock