Two dozen gods stood, naked in full stone… I’d never been so glad to be excluded… but preferred to just exist among them… not noticed… I turned away…
and slowly melted into the corner… not wanting to expose… my dick… still unripe.
I never once looked directly… NEVER. All images were flashed-in from peripheral vision… black patches, toned lines, the nether ‘V’… all left to my quiet imaginings and musings… set to re-emerge in the dark, perhaps…
That boy. He was my Zeus…
a force of fire… so easy to strike me down… that acid tongue and gargantuan cock… a deadly double dose… it thrilled me.
At night I poured myself out in libation… offering him… myself.
-Ben Barton http://www.benbarton.co.uk
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