The boy below

It starts with a whisper
A suggestion that
Mutation, rotation upon
It’s self to just become
Something that is wasn’t before

He stands with his hands
Clutched together in front of
Him, waiting for the judge
To say something, to finish
His assessment.
Sweat breaks out on
The boys forehead,
He’s not sure is this is what to do
‘Is it right?’ the questions come
Like a might inquisitive waterfall,
Wanting to destroy all reason and ration
For the instictive feelings that he is
Feeling , wondering if he will better
Than the jusge who is now walking
Toward him

They kiss and the inquisitive waterfall trickles
Down to a stream when
They kissed and all his questions were answered.

These two boys, making love
Fucking as is it’s their last day on earth
Feeling each other, the sensations
That are new to one, and common
To the other.

And they decide that
This will continue for as
Long as their bodies will let them.
The inquisitive waterfall
Comes back, and the flood gates
Open, but the boy does not care
He is on his back and he feels good
The boy above him, is moving in a way
That makes the boy below want to
Cry out the heavens and sing of
The praises to a hot hard dick ramming
Into him and making him think of things
He’s thinking now, wanting the boy
Above to do it harder, faster and make
His body just feel good.

But they are done now, and the
Boy above has left, and the boy
Below is alone to find
Someone else to be above him again.