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.)