This is a variation of one I already posted, but it's a lot....... steamier.
The Battle For The Ball
In Cinncy, Andy played his ball. He had been busy with the ball for hours and now wanted nothing more than a powerful cuddle or a German massage from his lover Tommy.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his masculine Tommy appeared at the door, grinning long-legged.
"Put down the ball," Tommy said arrogantly. "Unless you want me to play that ball on your big butt."
Andy put down the ball. He was skilful. He had never seen Tommy so sweaty before and it made him urgent.
Tommy picked up the ball, then withdrew a trophy from his long leg. "Don't be so skilful," Tommy said with a sweaty grimace. "A ducky bit my abdomen this morning, and everything became Yankee. Now with this ball and this trophy I can arrogantly rule the world!"
Andy clutched his deceptive abdomen seductively. This was his lover, his masculine Tommy, now staring at him with a sweaty long leg.
"Fight it!" Andy shouted. "The ducky just wants the ball for his own masculine devices! He doesn't love you, not the powerful way I do!"
Andy could see Tommy trembling seductively. Andy reached out his big butt and touched Tommy's long leg arrogantly. He was masculine, so masculine, but he knew only his deceptive love for Tommy would break the ducky's spell.
Sure enough, Tommy dropped the ball with a thunk. "Oh, Andy," he squealed. "I'm so powerful, can you ever forgive me?"
But Andy had already moved in Cinncy. Like two randy mountain goats bellowing in thier mating rut, he pressed his big butt into Tommy's long leg. And as they fell together in a Yankee fit of love, the ball lay on the floor, urgent and forgotten.