Advisory: Sexually explicit
The morning comes of age beautifully on the beach at Zandvoort,
where the boyfriends wander hand in hand beside the lapping waves,
both wearing hoodies against the chill but nothing else, heads leaning
together as they share a secret or a kiss, obviously delighting in each
other’s company. In the warmer afternoon, they will sunbathe, take
a swim, unpack good beer and a picnic lunch, maybe have a nap.
And in all these ways, they might be any couple, their tastes
and inclinations mostly unremarkable.
But there’s more to the story: Later in their urban apartment,
the two ivory-skinned Netherlanders, one dark-haired, the other
blond, in their late twenties or early thirties, but looking younger,
skinny and tall, best friends and lovers, entwine their shaved bodies,
grope each other, and kiss, twisting their tongues together,
wrapping their arms into a tight and loving embrace
in a moment of indisputable tenderness.
But there’s more to the story: The darker one is plugged and collared,
and his partner’s hands, resting on his shoulders, take a firmer grip,
and the blond dom forces him to kneel and suck the steel-ringed
cock that later will plow his widespread ass, bent over
rack to which he’s bound in front of the window, begging
for a harder fucking and permission to be unlocked
and allowed to cum just once.
But there’s more to the story: The orchestrated scene completed,
they’ll take a shower and climb into bed together, snuggling up
as equals, as they’ve done for nearly a decade now,
sharing this intimate space as they review the thrills of play
but then turn serious to talk over their hopes and dreams and plans,
the joys and sacrifices inherent in sharing a life,
the challenges of making it work.
But there’s more to the story: The following day’s a Monday,
and they’ll rise at six or thereabouts, drink strong coffee,
and maybe eat a slice of bread with jam if there’s time,
as they check their phones and laptops for texts and emails
and calendar items, making arrangements for the week of work
that will draw them into their different worlds, the business
of their divergent agendas.
But there’s more to the story: In fact, there’s more to it
than could ever be written down, even in an epic novel,
the story of two complex characters with complicated lives,
somehow bound together in love, in lust, in both mutual
and separate interests, in a relationship that endures,
and grows even as it turns and twists, the whole always
more than the sum of the parts.
T. Allen Culpepper