long hidden
deviant
homoerotic yearnings
welling up
clandestine rendezvous
a door quietly opened
furtively closed
a warm but hesitating smile
a nervous embrace
a kiss
initially awkward
warming heating
building
to a rolling boil
fingers
nervously
plucking pulling
at buttons zippers
tearing and tugging
two men questing
now naked
I tremble
his manly touch
rousing
overwhelming
he leads me by the hand
to his bed
he puts my hand
on his erect cock
his hand
is on my cock
fully aroused
he starts stroking it
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