BURIED TREASURE

 
Like a pirate searching for gold
He found his treasure buried deep

Looking on in lust
He lay naked and tumescent
As he watched his lover plow

He watched his lover dig deep
The treasure into another

The howl of the young man-boy
Could be heard throughout the halls

All the young man could do
Is grip the sheets and prepare for the
Thrust of masculinity that would flood
The insides of his walls

The observer watched
As his lover showed no mercy
To the tender

Nineteen innocent years
Busted all over the sheets

The brute of a lover
Let out a forceful yell
As he pumped every ounce
Of manhood deep into the man-boy’s body

He leaned back and let out a sigh

His manhood still stiff and pulsing
From the overflow

The observer
Now parched with desire
Greedily swollows the sticky phallus
Leaving not one drop wasted

He turns and realizes
The true treasure
Is still buried deep within

He looks at his lover
His lover looks at him

Then with the force of his tongue
He digs to find his riches

“Push!”
The brute commands

The young man pushes
As he is pierced
By the long wetness
That violates his inner part

As he pushes
The lover that once
was a voyeur
Feels the warm salty
Cream that warms his tongue

It slides down
The back of his throat
Like a warm creamy treat

All three men delirious
And worn out
Lay sticky with the stench
Of sex in the air

Each one elated
With the gift
Of possessing
The buried treasure