Several poems, all written in 2015 



parsley between the teeth

he still remembers living
in the dorm in college and being
hunky and 20 years
old and waking up that
afternoon from a sexdream and
finding a pool of his own cum soaking
the sheet from the sexdream he's just
been having and the sunlight is streaming in
like golden shadows
lighting up the cum-wet
tent he's erected
over his own cum-wet
belly.
he feels warm and friendly,
a young sex-god
banging the sunlight.
**
he's middle-aged now,
and, now, when he jerks off,
he finds that he still thinks back to that
afternoon in the dorm:
the cum-soaked sheet, the sunlight,
things that happen
when you're 20, good-looking,
lying naked on your sweaty back under a
gossamer tent in the stunningly bright
rays of the sun.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)


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resistance is futile

two sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys
are in the shower, jerking off together. they
watch each other
do that. they watch
each other
spurt cum.
**
then they're
in the kitchen, eating
a sandwich.
**
then they're back in
the shower,
jerking off together,
watching each other
do that.
**
then it's back to
the kitchen, for
another sandwich.
**
seemingly, nothing's changed
at all.
still ham and cheese.
and both sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys
are still horny. so they head back upstairs.
**
this time, though, they
don't get in the shower. this time,
they climb into bed together.
**
now
a warm kiss on the
lips.
a soft sheet
on hard
facts.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)

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academic peonies

the sexy big-dicked teenage boy
masturbates enthusiastically, liberates gallons of hot slimy cum.
**
furthermore, he
he makes all A's on his report card -- even in
algebra -- which, as
everybody knows, is like
kissing the devil.
**
the smell of old
tires, and, at night,
the crust of
cosmic thrusting,
burnt almost to
the core.
**
furthermore,
the sexy big-dicked teenage boy
has become aware that,
up in the clouds,
pretty birds venture,
and there exists a wide variety of attractive insect life, too.
**
also, and also
up above,
the stars are so distant
he thinks of kissing his own dick,
which,
as everybody knows,
is possible, like
putting earrings on a goat,
dangling golden amongst the
twistings of all that curly
cashmere hair.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)

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sane horses

the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy spurted
a heck of a lot of cum.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
spurted cum behind the woodshed.
he spurted cum in the shower.
he spurted cum alone in the woods.
he spurted cum sitting on the couch
in the living room while his parents
were out.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
spurted cum and spurted cum and spurted cum.
he was like a little cum fountain.
he just kept on spurting.
alone in the snowy woods
on bleak days
in the gray afternoon light.
he spurted cum and spurted cum and
spurted cum --
in the cold,
in the warm house,
onto the ice atop the little stream
that ran through the back pasture.
**
then, one day,
he was
just about ready
to get off again,
standing there in the
shower tugging gently
on his big sturdy dik,
just on the verge,
just about to start
spurting when
the roof opened up
and at least
14 angels peered down at
him, pointing and clucking
with gentle disapproval, and
with not-so-gentle disapproval.
in fact, one of the angels said
"stop it, don't you do it. i mean
it you goddamn little shit."
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
was so startled that his
dick went soft.
the scolding angel said
"now go get dressed, and
behave yourself."
then the roof healed back
up, and everything was
quiet.
**
that night,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
dreamed he was
no longer human, but
a big fluffy swan,
its neck stretching out so long
and so far,
the only way to hide
it was
deep inside a barrel
of booze, where, alas,
it got stuck, and the
swan quietly drowned.
**
in the morning, he
picked out the feathers
from between his teeth,
and, when he
started playing with
his dick, he
dared anybody to
make him stop.
the hole in the
roof not a
problem -- just
a few shingles, and
some nails, and
a hammer, pounding 'em down,
with its hot metal head.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)

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the momentum of oleander

the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
learned that there soon would be
discourses on the
platonics of coffee with cream and sugar, applied
directly to the brainstem,
in hopes of soothing those tongue demons
that push so hard to be understood.
**
furthermore, and based on recent experiences,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy surmised
that hope, once understood,
so often flies off like a black-and-white butterfly,
the kind he learned to name by
family, genus, species, and common name, back
when he was in biology class, he was so young,
and eager, to put just about anything
inside his brain, for storage,
and exhibition. 
**
and, furthermore,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy learned
that, given the opportunity,
miracle whip, when
smeared onto his
big smooth hardon,
enhances the masturbatory experience,
and mingles nicely with
the amalgous texture of
his own hot sticky freshly
spurted cum.
**
by bedtime,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
has
quietly undergone the
most wonderful transformation -- he's
found just the right
position atop his
bed, lying on his
back, his legs slightly spread,
the breeze on his balls
friendly as a warm tongue,
or, at least, as friendly as
he imagines a warm friendly tongue
might feel, him haven't actually
experienced anything like that yet,
moonbeams a hint of
galactic overdrive,
engines purring like the silence
of spun molten glass.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)

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true stories

while worshipping at the altar of
the fun and superficial,
the sexy naked big-dicked young man
expressed to himself, doubts.
"is this all there is,
spurting cum
and being naked in
the sunshine?" he wondered as he
tugged gently on his big thick dick.
soon, he
spurted a big
gooey plume
of hot gloppy cum, sighed, grinned,
shook the last droplet of slimy cum
from the tip of his big smooth dick.
"and what's wrong with that?"
he stood staring at the cum
spots spattered there on the
green mossy ground.
"i just don't know," thought the sexy
naked big-dicked young man. "it just
seems like there should be MORE. you
know, MORE."
the sexy naked big-dicked young man
stood there in the sunshine, wondering
about life, time, space, this, that,
the other -- the day warm and friendly
in the slick summer heat.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)

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screwdriver marmalade

the grass is green and the meadow is pollen-dusted yellow
where the two sexy big-dicked young men
come to lie naked on the ground
and stare up at the sky and
talk to one another while they're
jerking off.
"sometimes i like
to rub just the head of
my dick for a while -- just
the head, nothing else,
for a while," says
one of the
sexy naked big-dicked young men,
as he lies on
his back rubbing the big
smooth purple head
of his big smooth dick.
"sometimes i like
just rubbing my
balls for
a while," says the other
sexy naked big-dicked young man, "yep,
just the balls, for a while," he adds
as he lies naked on his
back, gently rubbing
the sweaty pink surface of
his tight hairy balls.
"and sometimes i just like a good
old-fashioned jerk-off, just
straight up and down
the ole dickshaft," says
the first sexy naked big-dicked young man.
the two sexy naked big-dicked young men
lie there, on their backs,
conversing,
staring up at the blue
blue sky, manipulating
their own big highly excited genitalia
in one fashion or another,
and, as the moments of orgasm
arrive, and their
little white gooey geysers
of cum start
spurting into the air,
there is peace in
this kingdom,
joy in this great green verdant
pollen-dusted meadow.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)

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rampant optimism

"that little tiny acorn that grows into
a mighty oak, really is a miracle,"
thinks the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy.
the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy is
standing in the middle of the forest, looking
up at the sunlight filtering through the
leaves and branches that arch above his handsome head.
the forest is very quiet, with just the
hint of a breeze moving the leaves of the trees,
vibrating lightly the fronds of
the ferns that are growing near his feet.
the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy
stands there with his big smooth dick hard and throbbing--
it is jutting thick and
vigorously upward toward the big craggly branches.
the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy
is tugging on his big smooth dick as he
savors his surroundings, his place in
the scheme of things.
"those little tiny acorns, really are miracles,
the way they grow into these giant mountains
of trees,"
thinks the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy,
as he tugs on his big hard dick faster, and
licks his full pouty lips. he is just about at
the moment of orgasm, just about to
start spurting cum, he's
tugging on his dick at an almost frantic pace
when an acorn falls on his
head. he has to laugh, and,
as he laughs, he spurts
about 20 spurts of thick gooey
cum. the orgasm feels so good
that his knees go weak and
his heart flutters erratically for
a few seconds, then resumes
its normal steady rhythm. he
bends over and picks up
the acorn, examines it,
pushes its pointy tip
against his thumb. "you got
funny timing, you little rascal,"
he says to the acorn, as he touches
the top of his head, and moves his
fingers amongst the think strands
of pale blond hair. there's no bump on
his head from the acorn hit, no nick,
there's no damage at all. just his awareness
of the funny timing. i mean, who'd
have thought an acorn would hit
him right on the top of his
head right when he was jerking off? right
when he was about to cum? what
kind of timing is that?
what are the odds? then, kind of
grinning a sweet goofy grin,
the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy
bends over again, pushes
his fingertips into the soil, and
buries that acorn a couple inches
deep, speculating,
as he does,
on life, fate, coincidence,
things that grow,
and things that drip,
the last drop of
cum that was clinging to the
tip of his dick,
sliding off, landing atop the
soil that now covers
the newly planted acorn,
fertilizing it, perhaps, for
the grand destiny that he is envisioning.
for certainly
a big tree can indeed grow from
a tiny acorn, there in
the forest. just look. the proof
is all around.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)