Various faves

 

 

  

 

 

before and after

as the sexy athletic boy lay masturbating naked on his
back in the woods, a ghost with red blood dripping
from one corner of its mouth rose up out of
the ground and stood looking down at
the sexy masturbating boy.
the sexy masturbating boy's eyes were closed.
so at first the sexy masturbating boy didn't
notice the ghost staring down at him
as he masturbated.  then, the
ghost said "ahem" and the
sexy masturbating boy opened his eyes,
and saw the ghost standing there beside
him, looking down at him. suddenly
the boy had an
unstoppable panic kind
of orgasm, and he spurted out a bunch of cum.
it went all over his sexy naked chest, and
then the boy stood up quickly and
stared at the ghost.
"i used to do that a lot when i was
a boy," said the ghost. "and
quite frankly, i miss it," said
the ghost.
the ghost was kind of translucent,
mostly white-ish foggy in color,
though the red blood leaking
from one corner of his mouth
was a very, very striking red.
the ghost was also naked,
and his misty foggy-looking
dick was quite definitely
erect. while it was difficult
to tell for sure, the ghost
looked to be of a man
of about the age of 40 or 50.
the naked sexy boy looked
embarrassed, and
covered up his own big dick with
his hands, as best he could
anyway.  then the naked sexy boy
blinked, as if coming fully to
his senses,
picked up his pile of clothes
from the ground, and
started to run away.
"i'm not going to hurt you,"
said the ghost, rather loudly.
"i'm just lonely. can't
you stay here a while?
i'm really quite harmless."
**
it is now two hours later.
the ghost and the sexy
boy sit there on the
ground staring at each
other, facing
each other, both of
them naked, watching each
other jerking off
yet again. there is
now a general atmosphere
of jovial good-naturedness
about this whole encounter.
once again, the
sexy naked athletic boy
achieves orgasm and
spurts out a nice series
of hot sloppy globs of cum.
and, once again,
the ghost does not
achieve orgasm, and
spurts out nothing at all.
"go figure," says the ghost.
"sorry about that," says
the sexy athletic naked boy.
**
at the end of the two
hours, the ghost trickles
back into the ground,
leaving behind nothing
at all.
the sexy naked athletic
boy looks at the blotches
of his own cum, spotting
the ground here, there,
and everywhere.
the sexy athletic boy
gets dressed,
and heads on home.
there's an odd feeling
in his stomach, which
kinda goes away
after his dinner,
but he feels different
now than before. for
one thing,
he never used to
believe in ghosts,
and now he does.
and another thing,
his heart hurts,
and he thinks it
might be broken,
which, of course,
it most certainly
is.

--Carl Miller Daniels (March 29, 2010)

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

Ummm....

 

 

 

 

This picture makes me think of the poem that I posted right below it. The title of the poem that is posted below this picture is "opined the curator, popsy as ever" -- goofy title, I know. I wonder what I was thinking when I came up with that title. I wrote the poem in 2010, and 2010 was quite a long time ago.... Anyhow, I like this picture -- I like it a lot.😛😜

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

opined the curator, popsy as ever

"make a dream of peace.
span a river with a bridge of love.
shove my big cock up your ass."
these were the words spoken
by the fiery sexy sex god who
was currently fucking
the tight pink asshole of
shy skinny little college sophomore boy zeke.
**
at first zeke kinda squealed and
moaned, with something
like hesitation, and then his eyes rolled
back in his head like he
was in a pleasuredome of
the wildest possible erotic ecstacy.
**
"create friends instead of enemies.
the pathway to mutual appreciation is the joy of connection.
god i love the feel of your asstube on my big shiny cock."
the fiery sexy sex god continued fucking
zeke's tight little ass.
the fiery sexy sex god was captain
of the college football team, pure
thick beef, muscles bulging out everywhere,
the smell of stale sweat all about him.
zeke was lying face down, nibbling the pillow,
as he got royally, fiercely, fucked by
the fiery sexy sex god.
**
"ummmmm" said zeke.
"ummmmmmmmmm."
**
the fiery sexy sex god
continued fucking zeke's tight little pink ass,
and right before
the fiery sexy sex god
came,
the fiery sexy sex god said,
"just like high school, huh? you
and me? hiding out in the woods down
by that pond?"
zeke pulled his face away from
the pillow, said "yeah, just
like that,"
and then
the fiery sexy sex god spurted
about 18 volleys of cum right
up zeke's ass.
**
then, zeke rolled over,
and, quite obligingly,
the fiery sexy sex god
sucked on zeke's tight little
dick until zeke spurted cum
into
the fiery sexy sex god's hot slimy
mouth.
**
then, for about an entire half hour
skinny little college sophomore boy zeke
and fiery sexy sex god captain of the football
team
lay there on the mattress in zeke's bedroom.
"love is the glue that binds us.
conversation is the string on a safely-mailed post office package.
the earth rotates under my belly when i shoot cum up your ass,"
said the fiery sexy sex god, to zeke, as zeke
snuggled up against the hot massive hairy chest
of the fiery sexy sex god.
**
then, it was night.
the cattails were moving gently back and forth
in that distant pond out in that
long-ago woods.
but, back in zeke's bedroom,
there was now pizza and beer, and lots
of it, too.
"this one's for you, bud," said
the fiery sexy sex god.
"don't mind if i do," said zeke.
"the scent of beer can be quite
refreshing," said the fiery sexy sex god.
"nothing like the oppressiveness which
some critics claim it begets."
"nuts to that," said zeke.   
and, all about the room,
there was the aroma of
hale and hearty agreement, hot pizza
crust, and frothy ice-cold beer.

--Carl Miller Daniels (March 17, 2010)

 

 

 

 

 

 

hardon, glans, lips, camera, fingers, nipples, hardon, eyes, eyebrows, glans, camera, nose, glans, lips, ears, hardon, hardon, hardon....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brandon