[Frank]

Bobby wrestled Steve to the ground with all the might he could muster
Grabbing and gripping and grinding against one another like entwining brothers
A roughhouse is a roughhouse; but the kid Bobby was violently rougher
Children were forbidden to play at Bobby’s house without the supervision of the watchful eye of their mother
Chastised by their mother, polarizing to the shy boy – shying away from this stupefying sputter
Her outlandish view points: her “You two boys play nice” As Bobby aims right at his unpubed groin with pulverizing discomfort.
His mother horrifyingly shutters and shuts the door just as Bobby sucker punches Steve with a terrifying hunger
As his mother walks down the stairs; her gut feeling is turn right around and pry the youngsters.
Her gut rumbles with uneasy anxiety that sounds like the multiplying of thunder
That sounds like the rough housing upstairs, as she sits in the kitchen beside the vibrating, gyrating cupboards
Bobby throws Steve up against the closet with intensifying delight, as Steve silently suffers
Bobby pins Steve down until he’s satisfyingly smothered
Frightened and blustered - Steve fights for his underwear as Bobby tries untying the bugger
The entire slumber party has turned into an all out feminizing juncture
Bobby’s crouched over Steven in hybrid-like hover
Straddling Steve - his tiny testicles; sliming his struggler
Right in the eye: Steven tries to fight but he's undersized in the blunder
Emulsified like a plumber. Bobby humps Steve until Steven vocalizes a rupture,
Bobby slides into Steven - driving his cucumber into his Stevens Juicer - liquefying his lover
Steven is divided, as he lie in the covers of the bottom bunk bed; sheets wrapped tightly
His mother, a drunkard – drinking on, as Bobby fucks Steven in the moonlight of the suburbs.
As dust and parts of the ceiling spiral down onto her sofa, Bobby is rectifying it upward.
Bobby gratifyingly utters something stiflingly and trifling and Steve’s beating heart enticingly flutters
Bobby smiles as the summer dies, and his mother rises and walks up the stairs, her steps galvanizing with putter
Bobby running over to the bunk bed, lies next to Steve - side by side with a buffer
A bloody blanket with cum stains and power rangers on it, fighting the putty – striking the other
Mother opens the door and sees that the two boys have reconciled,
and begins tidying the clutter
Putting things away
As the two pretend to sleep - side by side in the structure in an uncompromising cluster.
I wouldn’t say they were snuggled,
but it made the mother analyze, as she would find and discover
Stevens underwear were off, and he appeared to be hiding in the covers, teary eyed and crying
As his mother picked up a mortifying rubber
His mother ripped off the blankets as Bobby started denying, denying
As Steve’s Mother stood there - petrified in her wonder
“Steven, what on earth are you doing” she said with crucifying puncture
The butler in back of her - adamant, admiringly ushers in, conniving and flustered
Helping Bobby out of the Bed, as Steven lie in exile in the covers
The Butler had been molesting Bobby.
Now Bobby was the one who confided in his brother
Steven lies dying inside - he tries to recover - there’s no beautifying the ramifying this fucker deserved - as Mother untied his hands,
after having surviving his plunder
They opened the door and Steve came out with flying colors