The Bench

Nils said he had something to show me something. I’m always up for an adventure with Nils. The something turned out to be an old stone bench at the far end of a cemetery behind an old church.

“There’s a story behind it,” Nils said.

“Oh, did someone famous sit on this bench?” I asked.

“Not exactly,” Nils said. “But my friend Mat wrote a story about it, about a couple who would come to this bench Sunday after Sunday, but one day there was someone else on the bench.”

“Knowing your friend Mat, this couple did more than sit on the bench,” I said.

Nils nodded.

“So what did they do?” I asked.

“Well, that’s the story,” Nils said. “But I was thinking I might like to paint a picture of you on this bench.”

“Fine with me,” I said. “You know how I love your paintings.”

“Great,” Nils said.

“But before you do the painting, shouldn’t we ‘try out’ the bench? So you get a better feel for its qualities and attributes?”

Nils said that sounded like an excellent idea.

After we’d tried out the bench, I suggested that he could ask his friend Auguste to write a poem about the bench. And maybe Mat’s friend Ashley could do a limerick.

“I love how greedy you are,” Nils said.

That made me smile. “Maybe we should celebrate my greediness,” I suggested.

Nils thought that was another excellent idea.

But first I had to pee.

SHARING: A BENCH{br}

by Auguste Hand

Squirrels found the bench first,
a perfect place for shelling hickory nuts,
basking in the sun or chasing tail.
Birds found it a target of opportunity
for their nitrogen-rich droppings,
squirrels loudly protested the bird’s
disrespect for “their” favorite bench.

The alcove of evergreens provided
sanctuary and fragrant protection to all
who rested or played on the old bench.
A passionate young college couple
walking together through the cemetery
discovered the old bench on a moonlit night.

Peter coaxed Natalie to sit a moment on the bench,
she felt the captured energy of the sun warming
her bare bottom through her thin summer dress,
briefly worried she’d leave a cheeky moist imprint
as Peter resumed kissing and diddling her eager pussy.

Wet spot worries vanished from her thoughts
when the biggest cock she’d ever seen
materialized in her face attached to an African
Adonis who gently encouraged her to welcome
his throat-filling size, taste the spice of his creamy gift,
yield to the ever-rampant vigor of his thrusts
while he flooded Natalie’s every opening.
She only had to remind Peter once that
sharing is caring ... just like kindergarten.

The Bench and Beyond{br}

by Ashley

I’ll adventure that bench was hard as a rock.
And much the same could be said of Nils’ cock.
With Jaime on that bench,
Nils could easily quench
His sex needs posting hot photos on TikTok.

But Nils rendered his images through paint.
He chose nude subjects with coloring faint.
He demanded nudism
Opting for realism
With a style that was charming and quaint.