Two Poems


the lean lithe athletic boy writes a poem

the lean lithe athletic boy
sat naked at his desk writing
a poem to mack, who lay
on his back naked on the lean
lithe athletic boy's bed.
mack was 17 and tall and very good-looking
and had a great face and a wonderful
smile and a great big smooth long
thick cock.
the lean lithe athletic boy and mack had just
finished jerking off together.
they had lay down beside
each other on their backs on
the lean lithe athletic boy's
skinny little twin bed
scrunched up tight against
each other, shoulder wedged tight up
against shoulder, hip wedged tight
up against hip, and they jerked off,
watching each other the whole time,
watching each other pant and gasp
and squirt out big gooey gobs
of semen onto soft white bath towels.
they had jerked off naked together
quite a few times during the past several
months, and sometimes they had jerked
each other off, holding onto each other's
great big dicks and standing face
to face and watching each other squirt
out big gobs of hot drippy semen onto the
towels that lay at their feet. today
the lean lithe athletic boy sat naked
at his desk writing a poem
and the words were
mostly about mack and mack's great big
thick cock and the gobs of semen that shot out
the end of it like hot gooey translucent bullets.
when the lean lithe athletic boy
was done with his poem, he
stood up naked and walked over to
mack laying there on the bed and
he showed mack the poem.
mack was lying on his back
with one of his hands behind his head.
mack was looking very very sexy, his
big cock mostly hard and
flopped bottom side up
against
his taut flat belly, its tip near his belly button.

mack read the poem and smiled.
"this is hot," he said. "i like it."
the lean lithe athletic boy put
the poem into the bottom drawer
of his desk and then he crawled onto his bed
with mack and they jerked each other off,
watched each other's big dicks hard and throbbing
squirt out their gooey loads of semen, they
aimed their loads onto big fluffy bath towels
which were white and very very soft.

then they went over to the lean lithe athletic
boy's desk and took out the poem and
stood there naked, and mack
read the poem several more times and
said this is good this is really hot
this is hot sexy stuff i like it and the
lean lithe athletic boy felt real darn good.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem -- that is, "the lean lithe athletic boy writes a poem" -- appears in my book MUSEUM QUALITY ORGASM, published in 1996.  The book is now out of print.)

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second time

the lean lithe athletic boy sat
alone in his room reading
a science fiction book and
outlining the shape of his balls
with his fingertips
through his pants

he had called his friend mack,
with whom he had recently
had his first sexual encounter,
but mack was not at home.

the sexual encounter had been
incredibly good, just sitting
around naked in the lean lithe athletic
boy's bedroom one afternoon a couple days back
jerking off and listening
to music. near the end of the afternoon they had jerked
each other off and their lips
had brushed each other's lips.

the lean lithe athletic boy thought
about all that as he read the
science fiction book and outlined
the shape of his balls with his fingertips
through his pants.

he got up and went downstairs to
the kitchen, the outline of his
big partially erect cock protruding
against the front of his pants.

he dialed mack's number. it rang twice,
and then mack answered.

"hey," said the lean lithe athletic boy
to mack, who was seventeen and tall
and skinny and had a big cock and
a nice face and who made the lean
lithe athletic boy feel many many
extreme and excruciatingly
intense feelings.

"hey," said mack.

"wanna come over?" said the lean
lithe athletic boy.

"yeah," said mack. "now?"

"yeah," said the lean lithe athletic boy.
"mom's at work,
won't be back till 6 p.m. or so."

mack came over.

they went upstairs to the lean
lithe athletic boy's bedroom.
they took off all their clothes
and sat on the floor watching
each other jerk off. they squirted
big gobs of semen into bath towels
which the lean lithe athletic boy would
be putting into the washing machine
before his mother got home.

they listened to music on the radio.

they just lounged around naked
and talked and looked at each other
and jerked off several times.

near the end of the afternoon, when
the lean lithe athletic boy was just
sitting there with a big erection not
touching it all, mack came over
and sat beside him and put his
big hands on the lean lithe athletic boy's
big erect dick and stroked it
up and down. the lean lithe
athletic boy put his hands on
mack's big dick and stroked it up
and down, too.

they both came.

then they put on their clothes, and,
before mack went downstairs
and headed home, he kissed
the lean lithe athletic boy full
on the lips.

it was almost 5 o'clock.

mack left.

the lean lithe athletic boy
threw the towels into the washer
along with some underwear he
was supposed to wash
anyway.

he went up to his room
and just stood there
smiling like an idiot.

things were going
better than he'd
ever expected.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book MUSEUM QUALITY ORGASM, published in 1996.  The book is now out of print.)