Utopian wood

A Story of Quarantine in iambic pentameter

Utopian Wood is a neighborhood
Where middle class life is happy and good.

Kids riding bikes, playing hopscotch and jacks.
Moms walking dogs in curlers and slacks.

Three-bedroom homes, Dads in the yard mowing,
Vegetable gardens, tomatoes need hoeing.

Young couples moved in, proceeded to breed
Two point four kids; the average indeed.

In the community, way towards the back
Morning Wood Lane is a cul-de-sac.

Three houses: families that occupy
Are more than just friends who simply say “Hi.”

On the left, the Jansen’s, Mary and Chase,
A young girl and a boy with dirt on his face.

On the right, the Mason’s, Bill and Dee,
Two little boys, on the way number three.

In the center Chuck Layton and his wife, Arlene,
Two girls: one six, the other pre-teen.

In quarantine they form their own bubble
Staying safe and out of Covid trouble.

The kids play together, masks they don’t wear.
They avoid outsiders, no need to fear.

Zn Chuck’s back yard to escape from his wife
He built a man-cave for his private life.

A pool table, bar and big screen T.V.
A place to enjoy the private me.

Alone he watches his collection of porn
(Mostly gay). He is secretly torn.

The guys stuck at home, the old life they crave,
They blow off steam in Chuck’s private man-cave.

Shoot pool, watch straight porn, drink at the bar
Till Chuck slips in flicks with Allen King, Andy Star.

Chuck watches closely his buds Chase and Bill.
Are they disgusted? Did they get a thrill?

They both complain, “What’s this crap you’ve got on?”
But their pants suggest an itch being born.

Chase says to his friends, “Are you curious
To see what it’s like to get fucked in the ass?”

“Are dudes really best ‘cause they know what to do,
While girls giving blow-jobs haven’t a clue?”

“Not saying I’d like to find out, but then
Might be nice to have a like-minded friend.”

Silence descends as each man contemplates
What it be like to have sex with his mates.

Chase is a tall good-looking fellow,
Gregarious smile, temperament: mellow.

Perfect body, great abbs, almost no fat.
And what he is packing? (We’ll get to that).

Flip-flops and shorts and an often washed Tee,
He’s a picture of masculinity.

Completely happy with Mary, his wife,
But longs for diversion from this stay-at-home life.

Should I, he ponders, have spoken so?
What are my friends thinking, I’d like to know?

Bill reaches out, touches his arm
“Let’s try it, don’t think it’ll do any harm.”

Bill’s got a secret (he’s never lamented)
In college he had experimented.

Bill’s dark features and deep-set eyes
Makes you think him worldly and wise.

Fabulous body due to his work.
Construction makes muscles. Muscles berserk!

Quiet, reserved, doesn’t talk a great deal
Only adds to his manly sex appeal.

So, when Bill speaks you will want to hear,
His meaning is usually very clear.

Chase is glad he’s not alone in this thought.
Chuck is thinking: What have I wrought?

“So Bill, another guy’s touch you’d allow?”
To prove he spoke true, he simply dropped trou.

Both Chase and Chuck were amazed at his pluck.
“Holy shit,” cried Chase.
Chuck just said, “Fuuuck!”

Standing with stiffening cock, Bill saw
His buddies looked on, wide-eyed, in awe.

Nine inches of rod on that work toughened bod,
Hard not to think he was blessed by a god.

A couple of steps toward Chase he’d advance.
“Touch it,” said Bill, “Here’s your big chance.”

Chase glanced at Chuck who just gave a shrug.
Then he reached up and gave Bill’s cock a tug.

Bill thinks back to his junior year,
He got a new roommate, decidedly queer.
Having just broken up, (the bitch up and split-
Between work and school he couldn’t commit.)
Now he was stressed and horned, to be sure.
His roommate had a perplexing allure.
At first, just friends, him and Dave became pals
Till late one night, wearing just towels,
Bill, so horned, he got stiff where he stood.
Dave, through the towel, massaged Bill’s hefty wood.
“Oh, that feels good. You sure it’s OK?”
Dave answered, “Relax, there’s more on the way.”
Dave unhitched the towel, it dropped to the floor.
Bill began hoping for more, so much more.
Dave went down and licked his piss slit
Then lubed his cock, Dave used his own spit.
With lips and tongue and hands synchronized
Dave serviced that cock, so much oversized.
Bill started pumping, fucking Dave’s face
With increasing speed like running a race.
Bill soon shouted, “I’m cumming,” TOO LOUD!
Dave knew he had done a good job; so proud.
Bill, thoroughly spent, fell back on the bed.
With his cock sticking out, here’s what Dave said,
“Wondering why I like sucking so much?
Put your hand ‘round my cock, try just a touch.”
Without being asked Bill opened his jaw,
Tasted Dave’s head, then swallowed it all.
Easily done with six inches, or so.
A very good size for his very first blow.
After a time, Bill’s dick started growing.
Turned-on, he was, by the cock he was blowing.
Dave noticed and said, “I like when you suck me,
Then leaned in close and whispered, “Now fuck me.”
That’s how it went till, eventually,
Dave transferred schools and Bill met Dee.

Bill awoke from his thoughts, his memories,
Surprised to find Chase down on his knees.

Feeling the length and girth of Bill’s stick
Made Chase hard, reached for his own dick.

Stroking both cocks, (his in briefs that encumber),
“Pull down your shorts. Let’s see that fine lumber.”

Fine indeed! Twenty-one centimeters.
Had he been in porn; the best of peters.

Bill shed his shirt. Two men fully exposed.
Chuck checked to see that the curtains were closed.

Chuck was the oldest, still had a physique,
But now middle-age was starting to peek.

Still, he was proud he kept off the weight
And truth be told he was looking great.

Shocked by the ease of Chase and Bill,
Chuck’s pants were tenting, a nice solid hill.

He ripped off his shirt, a chest full of hair,
Off’t his pants, knew he wouldn’t compare.

Not a peanut; six-point-five, maybe seven,
He was so horned it felt like eleven.

Each man was grinning, wondering who?
Who’d be the first to say what to do?

Chase took the lead, returned to his knees,
Opened his mouth, took Bill in to please.

Bill grabbed Chuck’s cock, “Let’s join him, dude.”
A triangular blow-job quickly ensued,

Chase doing Bill, Bill doing Chuck,
Chuck blowing Chase: That’s some quarantine suck!

Each man knew just what he would like
And practiced the same on his buddy’s spike.

Like dominoes falling, cum, one by one.
A sticky mess. Laughing. So much fun.

Wiped up the cum, they sat around naked,
Talked about sex with girls who had faked it.

Which led to more talk of cocks inside holes.
The talk turned their dicks into raging flag poles.

Chase wondered out loud, “What’s it like for a chick
To feel the plunge of a man’s hardened dick?”

“Not having a cunt can’t be sure, I’m thinking.
My cock up your ass may give you an inkling.”

Chase looked at Bill and his tool. He dreads,
“That monster of yours will tear me to shreds.”

“Your right,” said Bill, “But if you must know
Let Chuck open you, then I’ll have a go.”

That seemed to Chase a better idea.
Chuck’s much smaller cock was nothing to fear.

Chuck kept a tube of lube on the shelf
For when he masturbated himself.

Chase came around and leaned over the couch.
Chuck got behind pulled down on his pouch.

Forcing his dick to point like an arrow
And gently inserted it in Chase’s fallow.

Lubing his hole, Bill provided his help.
Chase caught his breath, let out a loud yelp.

Chuck bottomed out, then started to churn.
“In a minute,” he said, “Bill, it’s your turn.”

Bill stepped up to the hole now a-gape.
With gentle force he started to rape

Chase’s sweet ass. Oh the sounds that Chase made:
He seemed in gray pain (perhaps fifty shades).

Chase’s screams gave Bill such a scare,
“Shall I pull out,” he asked?
“Don’t you dare!”

Bill continued to fuck and to ravage.
Chase became a wild sexual savage.

Finally, Bill filled up Chase. Cum galore
Dripped out of his ass on to the floor.

Moments later, three cell phones ring,
“It’s time [Chuck, Chase, Bill] for that bar-b-que thing.”

Later that day, each family
Sits down together; hot dogs and iced tea.

The women, they chat and want to know,
“What did you do today? Where did you go?”

“Hung in the man cave, shot some eight ball,
Drank a beer, told some lies, that’s about all.”

“This quarantine thing, with nothing to do,”
Mary told Chase, “I’m worried ‘bout you.”

Arlene arose, more iced tea she poured.
“She’s right, you guys seem a little bit bored.”

The men ignore what the women say,
Think back on a most interesting day.

Sex so wild, athletic and crazy.
While quarantined, no need to be lazy.

Life there goes on, no need to complain.
With that we must leave Morning Wood Lane.