Friday, July 10, 2020









Egon Schiele (Austrian 1890-1918) 
(via dappledwithshadow.com)
lockers (this video also appears on my newTumbl blog)
muddling on through

the buttermilk habits of supercilious people
can lead one to become skeptical of just about
everything. that, and the way skunks walk,
more like a waddle, really, with just
that arrogant shuffle that we all
know and dread. and the waiting
around for the end of the world--
that, too, can become tiresome,
and fraught with anxiety. when
will it happen? will it ever really
happen? we're pretty sure it
won't, and then we think back
to what scientists tell us about
the extinction of the dinosaurs--
all it took was one great big
asteroid, slamming into
the earth.
**
these are a few of the thoughts
in the brain of
the lean lithe athletic boy
as he
stands looking at himself in the
mirror as he tugs gently on
his great big thick hard-as-a-rock
standing-firm-and-erect penis.
and oh what a nice penis it is,
too. smooth, and shiny,
with a wide glossy purple-pink
dickhead. so the lean lithe athletic boy
stands there in front of the mirror
tugging away on his big hard
penis, thinking of dinosaurs
and asteroids and buttermilk
drinkers and sassy annoying
little skunks and their
black 'n' white stripes,
thinking of bass and bluegills
and minnows
and deep clear water,
thinking of pollution
and electric cars and
wind turbines, but mostly
he's thinking about his
great big penis, and how
good it feels to be standing
here sexy good-looking and naked,
tugging on his great big thick smooth
penis,
awaiting the surge of
cum-spurting and the rush
of orgasm that accompanies
all that, and in another couple
of seconds, the lean lithe athletic boy
is spurting cum and having
an orgasm and
he's watching himself as
all this happens
and
as the world turns
and the minnows swim
back and forth
and
water lilies bloom
yellow and red
and white.
**
later, dressed only in
a jockstrap, papery little shorts,
ankle-height socks, and running shoes,
the lean lithe athletic boy
is running laps around
the track and watching
the tight little butt of
his best friend rick, who is
dressed the same way he is.
the lean lithe athletic boy
likes rick a lot,
and wonders what rick
would look like,
standing, you know,
naked in front of a mirror
with a hardon.
the lean lithe athletic boy
really wonders what
rick's hardon looks like.
the lean lithe athletic boy
really wants to compare
his own hardon and rick's
hardon. are these normal
kinds of thoughts? or, well,
something more perverted?
the lean lithe athletic boy
worries that some of his
thoughts are pretty perverse.
for instance,
thinking about dogs fucking,
really turns him on.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2013)
him and his announcement  (this video also appears on my newTumbl blog)
getting a haircut and... (this video also appears on my newTumbl blog)
fucking beside truck (this video also appears on my newTumbl blog)
cute guy masturbates on couch -- music plays (this video also appears on my newTumbl blog)