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 voyure
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.