Four poems


bonsai

when the coattails slapped the crack of his ass,
the tall skinny good-looking teenage boy
got an instant hardon.
the tall skinny good-looking teenage boy
was standing in front of the big full-length
mirror that was mounted on the
back of his bedroom door.
the tall skinny good-looking teenage boy
was wearing only a sport coat,
navy-blue in color.
it was slightly too large for him,
and, when he wriggled his really
very nice little
ass, the coattails of the
sport coat kind of gently slapped him,
right on the crack of his ass.
so the tall skinny good-looking teenage boy
stood there in front of his
mirror with his coat parted,
showing off his nice lean
smooth chest, showing off
his big sturdy hardon jutting
out in front of him,
and he wriggled his little
ass and felt the coattails
slap him
and
KABOOOM
he shot about 20 spurts
of hot gooey cum right onto the surface
of his bedroom mirror.
he hadn't even touched his
dick, but DANG this had
been one of the best orgasms
of his life, and he'd
already had quite a 
few orgasms during his life, and
many of those had
been really really GOOD.
so
the tall skinny good-looking teenage boy
took off his sport coat
and lay it gently on the bed
and watched his cum dribble
slowly down the surface of the mirror.
then,
the tall skinny good-looking teenage boy,
totally naked now,
sighed, turned around,
looked at himself in the mirror
as he wriggled his sexy little butt,
and then,
like
tall skinny good-looking teenage boys
everywhere,
he wiped the cum off
his mirror,
got dressed,
and went out
to face the rest
of the goddamn day.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2013)

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peripheral vision

goodness gracious, the lullabies have come to life and
turned to screams.
the sacrosancticity of the midmorning
jerk-off break
has been challenged.
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys everywhere
are being told that they must engage
in this activity all alone,
without friends,
without comments,
without the communal sharing of ecstacy.
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys everywhere
are told that they
must do what they do
in an empty little room,
in a bathroom, perhaps,
and all by themselves,
and just shut up about
what they are doing.
the jubilation of jerking off
and spurting big gooey gobs of
hot drippy cum
is just a solitary feat.
nothing to share.
nothing to get worked up about in a large
group, even of like-minded,
and similarly endowed,
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys everywhere.
everywhere,
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys are
told to hide it,
don't stare at others while they are doing it,
don't make it a group
activity,
don't share,
keep it to yourself.
shut up about it.
if you've got to do it, then do it, but
don't let on.
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys everywhere
yearn for company.
yearn to watch each other doing it,
yearn to watch each other jerking off,
spurting cum,
gasping, panting, joyously out of breath,
nipples sweating,
balls furry and damp with musky aroma.
but,
nonetheless,
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys everywhere
must enjoy this activity alone.
shhhh. quietly.
out of sight, but
not
out of mind.


--Carl Miller Daniels (2013)

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sweaty wrestling mat

agriculture the pee products!
**
listen, there are
just not that
many sexy big-dicked teenage boys
who want to impregnate anyone.
most sexy big-dicked teenage boys
just want to spurt cum.
many sexy big-dicked teenage boys
prefer to spurt cum in the
company of others.
if that means
fucking, then that means
fucking.
but,
they don't want to impregnate
anyone at this tender stage
of their lives.
they just don't want that.
do they?
i mean, i can't speak
for the desires of all
sexy big-dicked teenage boys
everywhere,
but i would say that those
who just want to spurt cum
and enjoy the sensation of
orgasm, perhaps share that
sensation with someone else,
but so that no one goes away
pregnant,
are in the majority.
**
good grief.
**
so.
**
two
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys
talk about all sorts of things
while staring at each other's big erect dicks
and sitting quietly in the sauna,
one of their fathers rich,
and the other,
long gone.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2013)

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no more hanky-panky at the plutonium jet factory

when the miracle of saltpeter became known,
did it REALLY stop sailors from getting hardons?
did authorities really succeed in their hopes
that sailors would no longer get hardons,
and thus would no longer be fucking and
sucking each other? did authoritative dreams
that saltpeter (aka potassium nitrate), when
added to sailors' food, would prevent
sailor hardons and thus prevent
sailor sexual activity, ever become
reality?  wikipedia says
there's no evidence that
saltpeter reduces sexual potence,
and no real evidence that it
was ever secretly administered
to military men, at any time.
nonetheless, says wikipedia,
rumors persist that it was
given to sailors, soldiers,
and other military men
to reduce sexual desire,
to make erections impossible.
but,
men who are exhausted,
marched morning noon
and night, do heavy
work, military exercises,
pushups, calisthenics,
to the breaking point,
these men,
it is suggested, might
just, by the nature of
their exhaustion, have
fewer erections, especially
in a time of great stress,
like being in the navy
and having a ton of work
and being surrounded
by men you don't particularly
find attractive.
**
so, was saltpeter ever
given secretly to sailors?
slipped into their food 
and beverages?
**
rumors of its use persist.
and perhaps it was indeed administered
at some time, by some officers.
perhaps. perhaps not.
**
so one morning quite recently
a sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
wakes up with his usual
great big beautiful smooth thick morning hardon.
he's just been dreaming
of a whole dining room
full of hot young sailors.
they are looking longingly
at each other, but,
alas, that's about all
they can do.
according to the dream
that the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
has just been having,
these sailors have been heavily
dosed with saltpeter, to eliminate
their pesky erections, their pesky
desire to perform a variety
of hot homoerotic activities
with each other.
in his dream,
they sigh, and look all around,
and, all at once,
the whole bunch of them is naked,
hot, shiny, beautiful,
glowing as if
brushed with phosphorescence.
it is at that point in the
dream that
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
woke up.
sensed his own big throbbing hardon.
and started tugging on it.
the eyes of the sailors watched
him as he tugged some more,
and soon spurted about
30 gobs of hot gooey cum.
**
for breakfast,
he has scrambled eggs
toast and orange juice.
the eggs have a funny sort of aftertaste,
and he's kinda suspicious,
but, based on recent experience,
not very.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2013)