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)