Prom night, promises, and understandings—surely a home run tonight.

First base, second base, familiar fun, two hearts beating.

In his locked bedroom, third base, wet and slippery, such a thrill.

His cock, impatient to be touched, straining, urgent.

Buttons, zippers, and clasps unfastened, a first glimpse of her private treasure, the prize he so desires.

Reluctance or shyness, he is reassuring with whispers so soft, but impatient for more.

His cock untouched, her clothes drawn together, the moment slipping away.

He shuts off the light, his love pledge declared, his fingers exploring, and thrilling.

Refusal turned to surrender