The Meadow
Stephen awakened under Gio’s bulky and meaty weight. Their naked chests glided together. His legs were spread wide, and Gio thrust inside his tight ass, panting. He felt pressure in his bottom as Gio made love to him somewhere in the shadowy and sparkling meadow. Punches occurred to his center as the man rocked to and fro within him. Huffing was heard. And glittery sweat sealed the two men together.
Gio groaned and grunted, pulverized Steve’s rear in quick crescendos, and smacked his ball sack against the base of his lover’s spine. “I love you. Marry me, Steve. You know I want you to marry me. Marry me.”
In the distance, somewhere among the thicket of Pennsylvania (or somewhere else, Steve was uncertain of his exact location in his dreamy state) trees, the sounds of the singl
