Several unpublished poems, all written in 2014

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drifting on the sea,
in a lullaby of dreams,
14 sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys
sat, or lounged, or lay down flat,
on a raft of coconut palms,
stripped of leaves and their massive
trunks roped tightly together.
and,
as the raft slid upon the surface of the sea,
the 14 sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys
gazed at the surface of the water,
and the delicacy of the waves,
and, when the mood struck,
they rowed toward their favorite
island,
a slightly distant
one toward which they were
already drifting, a charming
place where fresh water
and chunks of gold
were abundant,
the fresh water spurting from
springs nestled amongst the roots
of the trees, the chunks of
gold just lying
around atop the
sand on the beach.
the island always seemed to
welcome the
boys as if it
had missed them, wanted
them, hungered for their
sweet young
beautiful bodies.
as they drew closer
to the island,
several of the
14 sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys
started fooling around sexually,
while the other boys watched, or rowed,
or both. soon, a gentle
orgy began,
as the raft moved
as if by its own will
toward the friendly little
island, with the fresh water
and the chunks of gold,
and
by the time
the raft snuggled up against
the shore,
the 14 sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys
were thirsty, sweaty, and
ready to pick up the
chunks of gold,
and play with it,
like children being rewarded, for
playing nice, with
their friends.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)

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obligation oarfish

all of them, in
their heart of hearts,
were still
big-dicked naked teenage boys
howling in the woods inside
their little group of
circle-jerkers,
watching each other spurt cum,
comparing masturbatory techniques,
and volume of cum per ejaculation (oh how they
smirked at the word "ejaculation"--so medical,
so precise in its sound, its form, its timbre),
and oh how they loved to compare each other
to each other,
and how far his friend's load would spurt
and how far his own load would spurt.
oh how those manly big-dicked naked teenage boys
howled and laughed and chuckled and made
delicate babyish gurgling noises
as they drank their
beers and jerked off giddy and happy
and drunk and watched each
other spurt sloppy gooey cum.
**
now, alone in their houses with wife and kids,
each and every one of
these still-at-heart big-dicked naked teenage boys
responsible men taking care of their famililes,
and when fucking their wives had become an exercise
in communication, self-control, time-management,
and self-restraint, if fucking even happened at all,
each and every one of these
sexy big-dicked naked teenage boys,
at heart, is still
a sexy big-dicked naked teenage boy,
each and every one of them,
alone, in his
dreams of the woods, howling
in beer-breathed circle-jerks,
when spurting cum didn't
involve this or that or
the other thing, yes,
when spurting cum,
was just
spurting cum.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)

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natural disaster

when the power went out, he immediately felt
thirsty, and had to pee.
that was because, he well knew, when
the power went out, there was also no water.
no water to drink.
no water to flush the toilet.
this was because, in the old house
in which he lived, there was a well.
and the well pump was powered by electricity.
so, without the pump, there was no water.
no water to drink. no water to flush the toilet.
he hated it when the power went out.
he hated it.
he was supposed to be prepared, but
he never really was.
who's prepared for inconvenience?
who's ready to accept it?
not him.
no one that he knew of.
what a bother.
**
soooooo,
THIS time, he got into his car,
and drove miles and miles and miles
until he found
a nice new holiday inn with electricity,
and with a vacancy.
**
later, all checked into his room,
he turned up the heat pretty high and
he took off all his clothes
and he looked at himself in the mirror
and confirmed, yet again, what
a good-looking sexy big-dicked young man
he really truly was.
he looked yummy,
standing there in the warm brightly lit
room and his dick got hard
and he stood in front of
the mirror and masturbated
and when he spurted cum,
it went onto the carpet of
his motel room,
and quickly soaked in.
what did he care?
he was sure he wasn't the first guy
who ever spurted cum onto that rug.
not that the rug looked dirty.
but he was pretty sure his
wasn't the only cum
that had ever landed on it.
**
he took a nice hot shower.
then he watched television
until very late into the night.
he looked out his room window
and saw the stars, beautiful
sky, zillions of stars.
**
he wondered if the power
was back on at his house.
**
then he stuck his
finger up his asshole
and moved it around in
there. his dick got hard
almost instantly, and,
before he was ready,
he spurted cum and
it went all over the
bed spread.
"what the heck," he thought.
"i'm not the first, and
i know i won't be
the last."
**
he extracted his finger from
his asshole. sniffed the
tip. didn't smell that bad.
still, it was nice to turn
on the water, and be able
to wash it off. he stood
there naked in front of
the sink, and let the
water run and run, it was
such a nice sound, in fact,
it was downright comforting.
**
he went to bed,
slept like a baby,
drove home in the morning,
his house glowing
when he saw it, all
the lights on, as if
it had missed him,
and his great big dick, and
his hot smelly cum, spurted
so often there
in
whatever room he
wanted to spurt it in,
not that he was a
chronic masturbator,
he just liked it
a lot.
**
when he walked over to the
kitchen sink and ran
himself a glass of
water from the faucet,
he immediately sprouted
a great big
hardon, and
smiled. my oh my, it was
good to
be home.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)

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clairvoyant cupcakes

his parents are asleep in
their room at the other
end of the house.
they seem glad to have
him home for the summer.
but he's only moderately
happy to be home for the summer.
and, actually, he himself is
not sure why he
came home for the summer,
not sure why he's not going
to summer school, not sure
why he's not working
a job in some exotic land.
but here he is, home for the
summer, and now he's
lying hot and sweaty
and naked sexy
on his broad sexy
back, his big dick
hard and jutting up
into the darkness,
a train whistle blowing
in the distance,
and, as he starts to
tug gently on his
big smooth dick,
the train whistle blows again,
as he
sprawls naked
big-dicked on his bed,
tugging and tugging and tugging
away on his big smooth dick
until the cum finally spurts out,
and keeps on spurting for
what seems like at least 5
minutes, but, of course, is
probably closer to
20 seering seconds, until
his breath is deep
and satisfied,
as the train whistle
blows,
as his parents lie sleeping,
as he wonders why
he's here, home for the summer,
and the mysteries
of impending adulthood
hover over him
like droplets of cum,
waiting to drip
from the slimy-gray
ceiling.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)

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savings account

while the barn swallows flitted over the fish pond,
ralph the sexy big-dicked farmboy
lifted buckets of water, and carried them
to the waiting animals.
it was august, and the day was hot,
and ralph the sexy big-dicked farmboy
dreamed of fucking and dreamed of fucking
and dreamed of fucking, and,
as ralph carried those heavy buckets of water
to the waiting animals,
it began to rain gently, a hot mist really,
and ralph's hot clothes stuck to his hot skin,
and he
took it all stoically at first,
and then he begun to curse
under his breath saying "fuck" and "fuck" and
"fuck"
and when it began to rain harder,
the swallows abandoned the fish pond,
ralph the sexy big-dicked farmboy
went into the barn
and waited
and while he waited
he unzipped his pants and tugged
on his big hard dick and at the height
of the rain storm ralph spurted cum,
a lot of cum,
drippy gooey and hot, onto the straw
on the floor of the barn,
and when the sun returned,
ralph, too, returned to his chores.
it was only 10 o'clock
on that hot summer morning, as
ralph worked on,
waiting for noon,
and lunch, and
maybe a nap naked
by a stream, the
dragonflies hovering
gently, like angels
watching out for ralph, and
his big dick, and
his dreams of fervently
quietly
fucking.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)

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whiskey dreams, rum rushes

the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
and his hot sexy boyfriend
zeke are lounging in bed.
zeke is naked, too, and
both the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
and his boyfriend zeke are
flat on their bellies,
looking at the sun rise
over the gentle valley.
"quagmire?" says zeke.
"i'm not in any quagmire,"
says the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy,
rubbing his
own big thick dick luxuriously
against the soft white
sheet that covers
the nice firm mattress. "are YOU in
a quagmire?" asks the sexy naked
big-dicked teenage boy.
zeke replies: "well,
i guess i just
feel real confused
from time to time, about
life, death, wood products,
everything."
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
continues humping the nice soft sheet
that covers the mattress. and, while
humping away, he
chuckles: "wood products,
eh? those worry you, do they? well,
zeke ole' boy, how
about sawdust, then? that can
be pretty dern troubling stuff, too,
now can't it?" adds the sexy naked big-dicked
teenage boy.
"it's just a figure of speech,"
says zeke. "i just
meant a little bit of everything. all
of it, life, stuff, all of it
sometimes troubles me. and by the way,
you COULD say that cum is
a wood product, now couldn't you?"
says zeke to the sexy
naked big-dicked teenage boy.
"oh! THAT kind of wood!" says
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy,
rubbing his own big stiff
dick with even more
enthusiasm against the top of the
mattress and, soon, quickly drenching a
large area of the sheet that covers that
big firm mattress with
a hot gushy series of thick gooey cum
spurts.
"ummm," says the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy,
spurting
out the last couple drops
or so, "that sure
felt mighty nice. now,
let's go take a shower, and
i'll suck you off in the shower,
okay?" says the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
to his hot sexy boyfriend zeke.
"okay!!" says zeke.
and so, the two of them,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
and his boyfriend, zeke, get
out of bed and walk
into the shower,
turn on the water,
and the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
sucks on zeke's big hard smooth dick
for what seems
like hours, but in reality,
it's only
a happy second, in
the world of seemingly
endless eternity.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)

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melancholy medusa

while scrounging among the soaking-wet leaves in the forest,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
found a cluster of insect eggs on the underside of one of the
leaves. the eggs were golden yellow in color,
and each egg was very very tiny. there were
about 100 of these golden yellow little eggs.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy stood there
studying the cluster of insect eggs, wondering
what kind of insect had laid them, wondering
what they would hatch out into.
then,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy shrugged
his broad beautiful tawny shoulders,
and walked on,
the water from the recent rain dripping
onto him from time to time. in fact,
one especially big warm and fat raindrop made
it all the way from
his shoulder, to his chest, to his left nipple,
and then eased its way on down his tight taut belly
into his wiry nest of unkempt pubic hair.
this, all of it, everything about this
day, the after-warmth of the humid rain,
seeing the clutch of insect eggs,
the raindrop hugging his scrotum,
this was all wonderment and beauty
and sexy and love and wild delirious happiness
to the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy,
as he tromped through the rain-wet woods,
and
sucked in the warm moist moss-scented air.
**
later that night,
back in his bedroom,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
lay on his back atop his bed and
stared up at the tiny little cracks in
the ceiling.
he was trying not to masturbate so often
these days,
just for a change, just because, well,
he thought it was worth a try,
and,
as his big thick dick throbbed and
pumped itself up to its full hard-on
size,
he spread his legs,
felt the breeze on his hairy balls,
and
pretended he'd just
let it pass,
pretended
his dick wasn't the center of
the universe,
as he stared at the ceiling,
and contemplated the origin of
all those tiny little spider-thin cracks.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)

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joe waltzes again

the bulldog politics of obsessive manipulatory
skills indicate that the clarity of
the bouillon soup is subject to change.
the clearer the soup, the more tasty,
or less, depending on the inclusion
of fatty particulates, and vegetative
debris.
**
while the sexy big-dicked young man
watched and waited, kind of interested
in what would happen next in the world,
kind of not caring any less,
it occurred to him that
the proximity of his fingers to his
big throbbing dick, as he lay
there on his back, naked, alone
in his bed, was enough to
produce the intended suspension
of thought patterns, related
to world synthesis, and anything
else for that matter. so, for
a number of slow delicate and
prolonged minutes, he touched
oh so delicately the sensitive
flared out
edges of his big tender cockhead,
and savored the jetty jolts of
electric current that shot
from his cockhead to his
balls to the edges of his tight pink
little asshole, and tingled still,
right at the tips of his itty-bitty
pointy little nipples.
when he finally spurted cum, the
stuff gushed and gushed and splatted
on his belly and splatted on
his chest, and gushed some
more, and in fact
the accompanying orgasm was so good
the sexy big-dicked young man
felt that everything, everything,
was going to be
perfectly okay.
**
a couple minutes later,
all cleaned up,
he lay naked on his back,
all the covers thrown off,
and, as he stared up into
the blackness of where
he knew the ceiling was
lurking,
the certainty of nothing
left an ichy taste
on his lips, and
the planet jupiter
coughed up another big
cloud of dust.
his room still smelled like
hot cum, though,
reassuring in its simplicity,
just follow your nose, and
you'll never go wrong.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)

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cauldron vascular panicle

the rank and file pedestrian swagger of the masses
was not for him. oh no, he was
a sexy hunky extra-good-looking extra-big-dicked teenage boy,
and he stood above all that rank and file pedestrian stuff.
except, um, he actually was "rank" in that he gave off
odors, sometimes offensive sweaty musky odors.
truth was,
the sexy hunky extra-good-looking extra-big-dicked teenage boy
sometimes downright stank.
but in a good kind of pheromonally-charged way.
sometimes, he, that is his entire body, almost smelled like the
heavy gummy aroma of his fresh cum, right
after he'd spurted a great big load of the gooey gloppy stuff.
at such times,
butterflies hung around his ears, and
explored his belly-region.
also,
girls, and certain young men, too,
seemed to
find
the aroma
of the sexy hunky extra-good-looking extra-big-dicked teenage boy
nearly
maddening. they noticed him,
and
made strange faces.
**
later, after a nice long shower,
with lots of suds and bubbles and 2 different
shampoos and
2 or 3 kinds of soap,
the sexy hunky extra-good-looking extra-big-dicked teenage boy
wasn't exactly invisible,
but, when walking among the masses,
he definitely had to watch where he was going.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)

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salamander flux

he who was wearing the two lobsters was
a drunk sexy big-dicked young man, and except
for the two lobsters and the string
that connected them, he was totally naked.
**
this was supposed to have a been a lobster dinner
for two.
at his place.
just him and his new boyfriend.
but,
his boyfriend had cancelled on him,
with only mysterious reasons for the
cancellation. vague and mysterious reasons.
**
so,
now,
the drunk sexy big-dicked young man was wearing
two lobsters and the strings
that held them in place, and nothing else.
after he'd got the news of the cancellation,
he'd thought it would be fun to tie the two lobsters around his waist.
hang one in front of his genitals, and hang the other
down the crack of his butt.
so he got some string, and, tying it to the claws,
he hung one lobster down across his genitals, and the
other lobster down across his buttcrack.
the heads of the lobsters were pointing up.
their tails were pointing down.
these lobsters had been cooked.
these lobsters were bright red.
these lobsters had cooled down enough
not to burn him, but they were still a bit warm.
**
so now he walked around in his apartment, all alone.
it was such a pretty evening,
the stars so bright,
the moon so splendid,
the feel of lobster shell
against
his own sweaty manflesh
so
well,
goddamn awful, in
the sexy way that sex can
be wonderfully awful, like love,
and hunger, and comfort, all
the things that he wanted,
but here he was, alone, with
just these two lobsters, and a bit
of string, and
the goofy look on his
face was almost
terror.

----Carl Miller Daniels (2014)