I remember Brian Miller exposing himself to me
    in Ms. Jackson's 8th grade summer school math class.
He must have known I was queer cuz I was ogling at his
    12 yr old nuts like a pervert at a peep show.
My pee-pee grew like a beanstalk in my plus size jeans.
    He sat behind me in the next row laughing
with his legs spread apart like metal clamps.
    Teased me with those scrumptious balls
that hung out of those shorts like earrings. He had short hair as
     yellow as the sun and wore glasses.
I had the build of a quarterback and could lean over just so
     to be witness to his baby boyish cock.
He had a lot of growing up to do from the looks of things.
     He grinned a snake grin.
 Brian uncovered and discovered my secret. He knew I was into boys.
      I wanted to make love to him that whole summer.
Had wet dreams in my assigned seat of cupping his gumball testicles
      in my mouth behind the gym of Nims Middle School.
I wanted to taste his luscious prick head with the tip of my devilish tongue.
     Wanted to be a vampire feeding from it.
Drink his youthfulness and live forever. But he was such a cocktease.
     The last time I saw Brian, was at our high-school graduation
where this time, he sat three rows behind me. He wasn't wearing glasses.
      I wanted him to show me his passionate nuts like the golden
days of our pre-teen innocence.
     Wished he had've lifted up his royal-blue gown
that flowed like the sea when he moved,
    unzip his pants nonchalantly to show me what a real man
he has become before going our separate ways forever.