Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that. ...but it has broken the ice and we start to chatAt this point you start to play with my cock under my towel and you can see he is watching and now getting erectYou tell him that he has a nice cock and ask if he minds if you hold it for a whileNeedless to say he is does not object and moves closerYou now have a stiff cock in each hand and wanking s in front of an audienceWe are getting very excited at the prospect of a threesome and suggest that we retire to the room with the window which has. He would shake his head, his shaggy brown hair falling back into its place, and continue to pick his way cautiously around the overgrown wildflowers and dirty rocks. Every once in a while I would pretend to stumble, looking mischievously at him as jumped to keep me from falling, and then chuckle to myself as he realized that I was poking fun at his overly cautious way of doing things. So the two of us would walk, not talking, just smoking cigarettes stolen from my mother’s drawer, sometimes.Read More
