Never or Now?

Cutting his eyes over his shoulder,

he checks whose gaze burns him from behind,

lusting after his youthful beauty, which smolders

as he raises eyebrow in an inviting sign.

Muscles ripple along his lean, smooth back,

neck arching gracefully as his head turns

and both imagine adventures in the sack,

the hot sex for which they  hotly yearn.

But will lips touch and hands fondle flesh,

each the other invite to come inside

as their bodies and souls intermesh,

or will they miss the moment, let it slide?

The moment lost, their chances to regain it diminish,

but if they seize it, they could take it to the finish.

 

Copyright 2019

T. Allen Culpepper

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Gay Porn: A Triolet Sequence

Advisory: Sexually explicit. Skip this one if that’s not your thing.

1

A shaven twink on display,

with a pink dildo and a pretty hole,

going on cam for some hot assplay.

A shaven twink on display—

don’t ask him what his mom would say;

he’s just spreading his legs, not selling his coul.

A shave twink on display,

with a pink dildo and a pretty hole.

 

2

Two sweaty jocks, after playing soccer,

horny as hell on the way to the showers,

strip off and fuck on the bench by the lockers,

pumped up and fit, their cocks rock-hard,

ramming asses up to the bowels.

Two sweaty jocks, after playing soccer,

horny as hell on the way to the showers.

 

3

A sloth of bears, bearded and stocky,

gathering in a cabin out in the woods,

rotund and hairy, sucking cocks.

A sloth of bears, bearded and stocky,

after a day of fishing on the rocks

and wrestling naked in the mud.

A sloth of bears, bearded and stocky,

gathered in a cabin out in the woods.

 

4

A sex slave spread-eagle suspended from ropes

winces as the flogger slaps his balls,

but he loves being stripped a groped,

a sex slave spread-eagle, suspended from ropes.

This is the treatment for which he hopes;

he never says no when his master calls.

A sex slave spread-eagle, suspended from ropes,

winces as the flogger slaps his balls.

 

5

Fresh-faced twenty-somethings, like from next door,

if you happen to live in the Czech countryside;

hiking about, enjoying nature.

Fresh-faced twenty-somethings, like from next door,

in short denim cutoffs, dicks flopping lower;

they’ll end up fucking, one taking a ride.

Fresh-faced twenty-somethings, like from next door,

if you happen to live in the Czech countryside.

 

6

Men claiming they’re straight, fucking for money,

and they probably are, but “straight-acting” they’re not,

down on their knees, tasting the honey,

men claiming their straight, fucking for money,

in scenarios so contrived they’re almost funny,

bad camera work and worse dialogue.

Men claiming they’re straight, fucking for money,

and they probably are, but “straight-acting” they’re not.

 

7

Out at the club for a public orgy,

with drugs and booze and loud dance music,

with his pants at his ankles—our little Georgie.

Out at the club for a public orgy,

with drugs and booze and loud dance music,

getting fucked, sucking cock, totally used.

Out at the club for a public orgy,

with drugs and booze and loud dance music.

 

8

On the kitchen counter, legs spread wide,

boyfriend pounding his exposed hole,

he’s taking the cock deep inside.

On the kitchen counter, legs spread wide;

when he claimed he’s a top, he obviously lied:

That ass was made for a long, hard pole.

On the kitchen counter, legs spread wide,

boyfriend pounding his exposed hole.

 

Copyright 2019

T. Allen Culpepper

 

Fairy Tail

Advisory:Sexually explicit

 

Once under a time out of the water nearby,

rode a knight with a shiner, armoured,

on his lusty steed, seeking a handsome young prince,

bored and expiring, to bore some spirit into.

 

Everyone he met, he questioned,

“Where can I find a handsome young prince,

bored and expiring, whose hungry hole

needs some liberation?”

 

And always they answered the same:

“There’s a prince, just like you describe him,

kept in a dungeon under the castle,

and rumored to take all comers.”

 

So off to that dungeon rode our knight,

the motion of his steed, along with the

anticipated action, making him more

than a little bit horny.

 

Arriving at the castle and barging

into the dungeon, the knight saw

the young prince, handsome as promised,

naked and shaved and tied to the bed.

 

“Well, fuck!” said the knight. “Everything’s

just as they said! “What’s your story,

my ravishing young prince? How did

you get yourself into this predicament?”

 

“Simple enough,” the prince responded,

“My royal parents grounded me here

to keep me from being promiscuous,

but it hasn’t quite worked out as planned.

 

“They always forget to lock the door,

so every night a new knight shows up

to fuck me and leave me—and leave

me unsatisfied, because all their cocks

are just average, and I need a lot of lance.

Will you kiss me, untie me and take me away?

I am ravishingly handsome, after all,

and you look a little lonely yourself.”

 

“Eventually,” said the knight, but first

I’m going to ravish you, handsome,

and liberate your slutty ass with a lot

of my lance, which I think you will find

more than adequate, but if you’re still

unsatisfied, we can have a three-way

with my steed, who’s hung like a horse

and always up for anything.”

 

No doubt the knight with a shiner,

will fulfill all the desires of the

bored young prince, and they’ll kiss

and ride the steed off together.

But, right now, it seems

they’re still going at it.

 

Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper

 

A Southern Eclogue

Adapted from Virgil

Cory the farmhand burned with love

for the pale-skinned Alex, the boss’s favorite.

Cory knew he had no chance, but he

would still hang out in the pine grove

and holler out his misery:

“Alex, you are way too cruel.

Don’t you even hear me at all?

Don’t you feel a little pity?

You’ll be the death of me if not.

Even the animals come to the shade

with me in the heat of the day and let

me pet them. And when the workers come

back home tired out from bailing hay,

Tess cooks up some food for them,

and they’re all joking with each other,

but I am all on my lonesome,

going back out in the sun to try

to figure out where you’ve run off to.

I’d be better off putting up

with moody Mario or Malcolm the tease,

both dark-haired, not blond like you.

But don’t obsess with color, handsome;

white privet blossoms fall to the ground,

just like dark hyacinths get pulled.

You just look down on me, Alex,

if you notice me at all.

If you bothered to ask, you would know

that my dad is rich, and one day

I’ll inherit his land and stock.

I see you and love what I see,

but I’m pretty hot myself;

I was looking at my reflection

in the catfish pond today,

and I’d be a match for Denny, that boy

that everybody raves about,

even if you were doing the judging.

I wish you could be happy living

with me in a rustic cabin in the woods,

going deer-hunting when we’re not herding cows,

or drinking on the porch and singing

country  songs when we finish our chores.

I have a guitar, and I reckon

I can play about as well as Monty can.

And I know where to find

a couple of whitetail deer

I was saving to stalk with you,

but my cousin Theo wants to hunt them,

and I guess he might as well,

since you don’t want any favors from me.

Oh, come on, handsome boy, and bring

me a package. But, no, I know

you won’t, and I’m just making myself

miserable for nothing. Yet and still

I know the woods, and like a wolf

eats up a goat that eats the grass,

driven by instinctive hunger,

I want a taste of you; my love’s

a fire that no one can put out.

But if you won’t put out for me,

or even look my way and smile,

I guess it’s time to hit the road

and find myself another Alex.”

 

Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper

 

 

 

 

Pondering Porn

Advisory: Sexually explicit

So many of them won’t show their faces,

but the Canadian dude has the balls,

even if he’s a slutty bottom by his own

description, to stare defiantly into the cam

as he impales his hole on an enormous

dildo and rides it, moaning, until he cums,

and, yeah, it’s hot when it’s in progress,

but afterward, awkward questions

trouble the viewer: Who’s exploiting

and who’s exploited? Who’s happy

and who’s reaching out for help?

Is this harmless pleasure or some

kind of sad perversion? Has the

bottom boy actualized his desires

or only limited his future options?

If he’s headed for a fall, how much

responsibility does the viewer share?

Does this exchange reflect the beauty

of sexual diversity acknowledged,

or does it merely show lust run rampant,

devoid of love, without connection

to a soul-mate, isolated even

from human touch?

 

Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper

 

Transfiguration

At home, sequestered in his room,

ears headphoned, eyes fixed on

his laptop computer screen; in his

classes at the community college,

getting his basics out of the way;

at work, waiting tables for tips—

in so much of life, he’s merely

human, if even that–but in the gay

club after hours, when the DJ cranks

the music, a little drunk, a little high,

he sheds his mortality along with

his shirt and dances his way

through the glittering lights

into the realm of gods.

 

Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper