From: FCPHAW@news.delphi.com (FCPHAW@DELPHI.COM)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: FCP: The Boy Asleep   (m/b poem)
Date: 3 Aug 1995 21:26:34 -0400

FAN CHA PHAW PRESENTS:
The Boy Asleep


A Poem
The Boy Asleep


By the time
I was finally ready for bed
He was asleep.

He lay on his back
With one thin arm on the pillow
Beside his head
Turned to one side.
The dark hair spilling
Over the white fabric.

Closed lids
And fans of dark lashes
Hid those eyes so young
So deep.

Wet with tears
Or sparkling with excitement,
His eyes never failed to hold me.
"What are you looking at?"
He would often ask.
"At you,"
I would answer,
And when circumstances allowed
I would kiss him gently
And add,
"Because I love you."

I dropped my robe on the chair
And slipped in beside him
Naked
As he was.
Warm enough in the summer evening
When the two of us slept
Together.

On my side facing him
I bent to kiss the gently curled fingers
Of his small hand.
They smelled of him
And soap
And toothpaste.

I kissed his forehead and cheek,
Paused at his parted lips
To smell the sweet breath
Coming from deep within him
With a barely audible shush.

I touched his lips with my tongue. I kissed the shoulder
And the fragile chest.
I turned my head
Gently pressing my ear against him
Listening for a long time
To his heartbeat and breathing.
Marveling at the wonder of this living thing,
This boy I love.
I felt powerful
Protective and dutybound.
He lay defenseless
Trusting me
Needing me
To see him safely through to the morning.

I gently drew the sheet down
And kissed his soft belly.
Here earlier that evening
While roughhousing
I had tickled him
And scratched him
With my stubbly chin
Until he called uncle.
Then with enough resistance
To make him feel strong
I had allowed him to roll me over
And sit on my chest.
He had pinned my arms down
Growling like a bear in my face,
Biting my nose.
Both of us laughing
He had let go of my arms
And run his hands
Over my cheeks
And chin.
We talked about beards
And things that make a man a man.
He had decided
That he would prefer
To remain a boy.

I pulled the sheet
Down to his thighs
Admiring his perfection.
Such emotion
So much of his identity
Tied up with this
Two inch bit of flesh
And velvet covered jelly beans.
So jealously guarded,
So carefully hidden,
Spending the day
Nestled in cotton shorts.
He would turn away
From anyone who might see him
In a public washroom.
Once,
When he had an urgent need
On a car trip
I stopped by a pasture.
He had gone a full hundred yards
To find a bush to hide behind.

I bent my head
And touched it with my lips.
The skin was cool
And smelled of soap.
We were no strangers
This part of him
And I.
It stiffened slightly
And pulsed,
I felt a rush of heat.
I released it
And it stood away from his pale belly.
I wondered how long
Before we would see the first pearly drops.
I longed to be there then
To be the first to taste them.
We had actually discussed it once
And he had promised
They were mine alone.
What more precious gift could he give?

I lay back down
Pulling up the sheet.
I placed my head beside the small hand
Took it in my own and kissed it again.
He stirred
Moaned
And gripped my fingers.
His eyes opened,
Saw me,
And closed again.
He rolled towards me
And placed his other hand
On my chest.

We slept
Dreaming
Of other perfect days.

--CC