brown gravy slathered over mashed potatoes:
the smell, the taste—heaven.
after eating a bunch of it,
his belly bulging gently against his belt,
sexy food-satiated young man is
extra-horny, thinking all kinds
of sexual thoughts about stimulating his dick
and about sexual organs and about
attractive human bodies, particularly
those bodies that look as good as
his does.
sexy horny food-satiated young man
arrives at zach’s door and knocks.
zach is his best friend, and more.
sexy horny food-satiated young man says
“hey, it’s me”
and zach says “come in.”
sexy horny food-satiated young man
opens the door and walks into zach’s room.
zach is standing
there waiting, wearing only a towel.
zach is very good-looking. zach
is freshly showered.
sexy horny food-satiated young man closes
the door behind him and locks it.
sexy horny food-satiated young man
says “god i’m horny wanna fool around?”
and zach, who hates
games of any kind and values
purposeful directness above all things,
says “i’ll jerk you off while you jerk me off,”
and so that’s exactly what they do
for the next three minutes.
when they are done,
when they’ve each spurted cum
onto each other’s hard taut flat bellies
and smeared their hands with it,
they wipe themselves off,
get dressed, and
go out for
food, all kinds of it,
more than anybody should
ever eat at one time but
they’re young and sexy
and skinny and hyperactive
and easily metabolize
vast quantities of
food and when they
finish eating, they
go back to zach’s room
and strip naked and
crawl into zach’s bed
and spend the night
there doing all kinds
of excessive mutual
dick-stimulating activities
between naps
and potato chips
and m&m’s,
a whole shiny bagful.
that morning,
they go out for breakfast and have
biscuits slathered in country-style
gravy. is there no end to
their indulgence? well, no.
apparently not.