Poems about being in bed are often sexual, and this poem plays with that, especially in the last few lines. But clearly the speaker here is talking to the bed itself, not to a sexual partner who shares the bed. Those teenage boys aren't proving anything, except that they need to grow up and learn to read poems more intelligently. The title is "In Praise of My Bed," not "In Praise of the Person in Bed with Me." You're right; those boys are wrong.
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