fly

mostly i like to dwell on the quiet
moments of sexy male movie stars. for instance,
i can easily picture a relaxed conversation
between john stamos and jake gyllenhaal in
a secluded mountain sauna--no one around
except them--they are sitting across from
one another in the sauna totally naked,
no towels, and they are having
an honest heart-to-heart talk about
the infinite respect they have for
each other's bodies, that the male
body as a work of art has been in vogue
for centuries, and will never go out
of vogue, and as they talk about the
beauty of the male body, they get
around to the good-lookingness of
each other, and become more and
more aware, that, as they sit
there naked, legs spread, talking
to each other, they have each
gotten a hardon. as john stamos talks,
his own hard smooth cock jounces a bit, along
with the syllables, and, as jake gyllenhaal
talks, his own hard smooth cock jounces along
with his own syllabic utterances and cadences, and,
as both their voices become softer and sexier
and more introspective, they
sit there across from each
other talking, and out of
the blue, they just start
spurting cum, without
even touching their own cocks
or each other's cocks, they
just spurt cum and spurt cum
and spurt cum, and all the
while talk calmly and intimately
about the historic artistic focus
on the beauty of a sexy nude man and
about how they are each quietly aware that
each of them is a sexy good-looking man,
too, their shape and form and
general aura not unlike that
of excellent naked male forms from
the past.
**
the aroma of their own freshly spurted cum infuses the
hot moist air with a ripe sensual and murky muskiness,
suffused with the near-praeternatural intimacy of the moment.
**
naked john stamos and
naked jake gyllenhaal sit there in the secret sauna,
their legs spread, their big smooth dicks
still semi-turgid, their cum puddled
on the sauna floor boards and on the sauna benches and,
just a bit,
on their respective bellies, too.
**
"good conversation is the spice
of life isn't it," says jake gyllenhaal.
"indeed it is," says john stamos.
**
steam hisses from the steam-maker, and
outside, snow begins to fall.
**
the earth spins and spins, and,
inside that sauna, i'm just a bit woozy myself.
**
"i masturbate first thing every morning," says jake gyllenhaal.
"hey me too" says john stamos.  "me too."

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem first appeared in Zygote in my Coffee, Issue #93, August 6, 2007.  It also appears in my book Saline, published by Interior Noise Press in 2014 and currently available at Amazon.)