NEEDLEWRITER

Something about waking up, makes you think you are in a forrest, with all that wood going around these days. “We mean by it, it is spring, and nature is waking.” So we went out of our bedroom and through the backdoor of our kitchen, and yes – you guessed- to the busse woods.
We were mesmerised, with the scent, the freshness, the health we gathered. When we got back, we knew we were a little bit dirty. “So, I think I need a shower.” And we went under the shower, but before we did that, we enojoyed the water cleaning us up, and the soap ofcourse, we were enjoying our pheromons – ofcourse you concluded that….”This story is about morning wood” and how gay men deal with it. Bye