A poem about: I, a married man, has a gay affair with…

I, a married man, has a gay affair with a muscular hairy man (Mark) whom I met at the gym. We bit refrain from having an orgasm for a whole week. It is difficult. We tear each other’s clothes off in his bedroom; our throbbing penises leak with pre-cum. He gets between my legs as I lay in my back. He then teases my anus with his glistening penis. He asks if I want his cum deep inside me. I blush and nod, yes. He slowly pushes his throbbing penis deep into my anus hole. I moan and wrap my legs around him, taking him in. He pauses, letting me get used to him. He groans, “relax, it’s going to be ok” before kissing me. I shake nervously; my penis is extremely erect. He slowly thrusts, massaging my prostrate. It sexy knowing that there are not barriers. He moans and talks deeply to me. He talks to dirty to me as he picks up the pace. My prostrate gets stimulated. He asks me multiple times if I want his heavy load. I nod and beg for it. He tells me that he’s gonna cum before thrusting all the way in. He lets out a primal yell as he explodes in an orgasm. Five days worth of semen shoots out of his penis and deep into my prostrate. He is an extremely heavy orgasmer. He moans and grunts like an animal as his orgasm shoots out in huge loads of semen. I can feel every pulse of his penis, and I can feel the ropes of warm semen coat my insides. I clench around him, accepting him, opening myself up to him. We let out animalistic grunts and moans as he orgasm simultaneously. He transfers his DNA inside of me; I’ll carry his essence. He marks his territory. He marks me as his. At that moment, we are literally fully connected. He keeps his still hard penis deep inside me, trapping his semen within me. I whisper to him that I want his seed inside me forever. I want to absorb his semen, always have a part of him. His five day load stays for now inside me. I feel its warmth as I shake. His semen is like a concentrated power. It is wet and warm. I love it more than anything in the world because then I have a little bit of him inside me forever. I lay beneath him, quivering. I feel so proud to have his seed still deep inside me. It feels spiritual.

In shadowed gyms where secrets tread,
A dance of muscle, hearts unsaid,
I met a man, with eyes like storms,
In whispered echoes, formed our norms.

A week, we wove our lustful vow,
Resisting pleasure, til now, til now.
In twilit rooms where truth unfurls,
No barriers rise in hidden worlds.

He teases whispers, tender, close,
The bond of bodies, juxtaposed.
In moments breathless, nerves collide,
I yield, in trust, as fears subside.

With primal calls, our passions blend,
A symphony no words could pen.
His essence mine, a gift entwined,
In sacred space, no bounds defined.

The warmth of him, inside, I keep,
A secret shared, a promise deep.
In quiet solace, hearts confess,
Our souls bathed in forbiddenness.

His presence, now, in silence stayed,
A mark, a bond that won’t degrade.
In shadows, whispers softly roam,
Here, in his arms, I find my home.

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In shadowed gyms where secrets tread, A dance of muscle, hearts unsaid, I met a man, with eyes like storms, In whispered echoes, formed our norms. A week, we wove our lustful vow, Resisting pleasure, til now, til now. In twilit rooms where truth unfurls, No barriers rise in hidden worlds. He teases whispers, tender, close, The bond of bodies, juxtaposed. In moments breathless, nerves collide, I yield, in trust, as fears subside. With primal calls, our passions blend, A symphony no words could pen. His essence mine, a gift entwined, In sacred space, no bounds defined. The warmth of him, inside, I keep, A secret shared, a promise deep. In quiet solace, hearts confess, Our souls bathed in forbiddenness. His presence, now, in silence stayed, A mark, a bond that won’t degrade. In shadows, whispers softly roam, Here, in his arms, I find my home.