Six poems about (pant! gasp!) Jamie Bell



1.
toe, and finger, nails

jamie bell
is letting me watch while he jerks himself off.
jamie bell
has been a point of fixation of mine
for many years. jamie bell is
a very sexy sweet cute handsome young actor.
i think his body is marvelous.
his crooked little smile just
sweet and endearingly sensuous.
the only time i've seen him almost
naked is in his movie "mr. foe" --
he's
almost totally naked in
that movie, but not quite totally.
anyhow i nearly lost it when
i saw that scene of him
almost naked. second only
to the scene in which
he paints red circles around
his nipples with lipstick.
**
anyhow, at this
moment i am watching jamie bell
jerk himself off, and i am
kind of
going mad
while
jamie bell is jerking himself off for me,
and,
when he spurts cum,
he smiles real big,
his eyes sparkle,
and then
he lets me smell the puddle
of cum he's left
on the bed -- in fact,
he insists that
i stick my
nose right
into it,
so that he
can see his cum
on the tip
of my nose.
at this moment
it strikes me that life is certainly very strange,
but really, quite
good.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Saline, published by Interior Noise Press in 2014.)


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2.
indulgence is the sincerest form of saying yes

Jamie Bell (star of BILLY ELLIOT and THE CHUMSCRUBBER
and MISTER FOE), are you secretly reading my poetry?
Jamie Bell, you beautiful big-dicked young man, are
you secretly reading my poetry
about beautiful big-dicked young men,
beautiful big-dicked young men just like you?
**
Jamie Bell, i hope you're flattered, and
not creeped out, that i can so easily
picture you totally naked, lying on
your back atop your bed, and you
are so gently oh you are
so gently tugging on your big
hard smooth dick. when you spurt
cum, your eyes flash like
mystical sparks and your
sweet charming crooked little grin peeks
through your wet tongue-licked
lips.
**
Jamie Bell, are you secretly
reading my poetry about
beautiful big-dicked young men
who do the sort of things
that i imagine you do,
in the privacy of your
own room, on your bed,
alone, experiencing
the joy you experience
at touching your beautiful
body in the respectful
and reverent ways that
you touch your nipples,
and dick, and balls,
and let your fingers
linger over just the
tips of your untrimmed
pubic hair.
you are
a wild man, there
all alone, thrashing
about, dreaming of
my sweet
sexy poems,
and me.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem first appeared in Assaracus #3, June 2011. It also appears in my book Saline, published by Interior Noise Press in 2014.)


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3.
and how are we feeling today?

sometimes brain-sparks just shoot out
and flash intermittently.
in fact, sometimes when
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
is jerking off in his bedroom,
he sees things.
for instance,
people walk in, and then they walk out. today,
while the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
is jerking off in his bedroom,
his vision of several gigantic bottles of beer
is interrupted by the sight of
sexy jamie bell walking on
in. jamie bell is very good-looking.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
has seen all of jamie bell's movies.
jamie bell is an actor, a very
sexy actor with great eyes
and a wry gentle grin.
now, in
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy's
bedroom,
jamie bell isn't wearing any clothes.
jamie bell moves to a position directly in
front of
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy,
and then,
jamie bell, too, starts jerking off.
they stand there staring at each
other, watching each other
tug on their own hot shiny dicks.
48 canaries began to sing.
a whole herd of houseflies goes
galloping across the ceiling.
"you know," says jamie bell to
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy,
"you're really quite a good-looking guy."
then, jamie bell starts spurting cum.
jamie bell's big gooey globs of cum
go all over the chest and belly
of the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy.
and then
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
starts spurting cum.
it goes all over the sexy naked chest
and belly
of jamie bell. jamie bell is very
good-natured about it all. he grins
his sexy wry crooked little gentle
jamie bell grin, and shrugs, in
his cutest kinda "ah shucks" style.
"ah well," says
jamie bell, as he fades into
the color of sun glow, and
the curtains in the room
spread to satin.
then,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
takes a long hot shower.
the reality of
soap suds
has never been more in dispute.

--Carl Miller Daniels

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4.
j.bell's balls

smug people know everything, but they're not telling.
they purse their lips tellingly, but they don't tell.
they just know. have everything figured out.
all of it. everything makes sense to them.
**
smug people make the sexy big-dicked teenage boy
kind of nauseous.
they create a metallic taste on the tip of his tongue.
when the sexy big-dicked teenage boy is jerking off,
he tries not to think about them, but sometimes
he does anyway. when the sexy big-dicked teenage boy
thinks about them while jerking off, his
orgasms are never as good as they are
when he thinks about other things.
**
his favorite thing to think about
while jerking off is jamie bell.
jamie bell is the actor who starred
in "billy elliot" and "the chumscrubber"
and "mr foe" and "the eagle" and
other good movies, too.
jamie bell is 26. jamie bell
is hot sexy smoldering gentle
sweet with kind eyes and great lips
and perfect nipples.
the sexy big-dicked teenage boy
thinks about jamie bell a lot,
and, when the sexy big-dicked teenage boy
is jerking off, he imagines that
jamie bell is doing the same thing,
and that they are watching each other do it,
saying sweet gentle encouraging
intimate things to each other while
they are watching each other jerk off.
**
they are standing so close to each
other they can smell each other's breath.
they have both been eating peppermint candy,
and drinking vodka.
**
the torrent of hot sweet
high-voltage orgasm is going to shake
both
the sexy big-dicked teenage boy
and jamie bell
to the very fiber of their sweet gentle
sexual selves.
**
whenever the sexy big-dicked teenage boy
jerks off while thinking about jamie bell,
he knows what's going to happen next.
**
GOD! GOD! GOD! oh good gushy GOD!
**
he knew it would be good, and it was.
**
he's never smug about it, though.
**
god how he hates smug people.
**
they just make him sick.

--Carl Miller Daniels


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5.
tra la la

the circumstances under which i am in
bed with jamie bell are mysterious,
but, there we are, both naked,
and in bed together.
jamie bell is 26 years old now, and quite
sexy. i love his movies "billy elliot"
and "the chumscrubber" and "mr foe"
and "the eagle".  he is incredibly
sexy. jamie bell is lying on
his belly talking to me about
my poems. he likes my poems.
i'm surprised to learn that
he has been aware of
me, and my poems, and has
been reading my poems, for
over the past 10 years or
so. they turn him on.
he likes them a lot. he
tells me these things. i like
his movies. they turn me on.
i like them a lot. i tell
him these things. he smiles
demurely, pushes the
covers off of himself,
and lies there with
his smooth sexy butt
exposed. he kind of
wriggles it.
i smear a little
aveeno body lotion
onto my cock.
i climb on top of
him and push my
cock between his butt
cheeks, oh so muscular,
oh so smooth. i don't
push my cock into his
anus, i just move
it back and forth
in the tight space
between his two hot
moist butt
cheeks. he seems to
enjoy this activity
quite a lot, and,
when i spurt cum
onto his back, i notice
that he's spurting cum
onto the sheet beneath him.
we get out of bed,
i wipe off his back
with a soft towel,
and then i sniff the
spot of cum he left
on the sheet. smells
warm and musky, and
really quite good.
"would you like to
take a shower with me?"
he asks.
"duh," i say.
we stand in the shower,
soaping each other up,
talking poetry, talking
movies, talking
the life of
talk, the mysteriosity
of athletics, screwed
into the milkshake that
is the state of the universe,
chocolate, and vanilla,
and, the most elusive of them
all: the smooth and
delectable,
raspberry cream.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem "tra la la" also appears in my book Saline, published by Interior Noise Press in 2014.)

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6.
temporal lobe

jamie bell started out cute and grew up
into smoldering hot.
everybody loved him in the movie BILLY ELLIOT.
anybody see jamie bell in the movie MR. FOE?
god!  hot hot hot! and he's almost totally
naked part of the time. you see pretty
much everything except his actual cock
and balls. which would, i'm quite
sure, really be something to see.
watching a cute guy grow up into
a smolderingly hot guy is, well,
humbling, overwhelming, almost an
eerie feeling. watching "beautiful"
become "more beautiful" is
something that would cause some
to shed tears. watching "cute" become
"hot" can be devastating. in MR. FOE,
when jamie bell rips off his
shirt and outlines his own nipples
with a tube of red lipstick, i
just wanted to say "thank you god" --
in fact, that's what i did say.
right out loud, too.
jon, my lover (aka, "the sweetest
man in the world"), the man with
whom i have lived for nearly 30
years, the man who
was watching the movie with me,
nodded, grinned: jon knows i don't
actually pray, but when i say
something that sounds like a prayer
of thanks, jon always
understands.

--Carl Miller Daniels