greenpussysprouts

ralph woke up sweaty with
a hardon, speaking these words as
he awoke "he's
a mighty fine boy, oh he's a mighty
fine boy." ralph was
young and sexy himself.
and ralph had been dreaming
about X, a sweet
boy in his biology class.
yes, X was
definitely
"a mighty fine boy."
ralph didn't want to
be attracted to X in
this way, however.
in fact, ralph didn't
want to be attracted to
any boy, period.
yet, there ralph was,
lying on his back
with a hardon, thinking
about X.
**
ralph jerked off at
about warp speed, spurted
what felt like a quart
of cum, and then he
took a shower, and
headed off to school.
**
in biology class,
X sat down right beside
him. "guess what
i dreamed about last night?"
asked X. ralph's heart
was beating what
felt like a 100 miles
an hour. "what?" said
ralph. "i dreamed
that you and me
found a million
dollars in a sack in
the woods," said X.
"then we bought a
yacht with it," said X,
"and went off
fishing in the caribbean!"
"cool," said ralph.
then class started,
and everybody took
notes.
**
that night,
ralph woke up saying,
"he's
a mighty fine boy, oh he's
a mighty fine boy."
**
ralph had always
wanted a
yacht.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Gorilla Architecture, published by Interior Noise Press in 2011, and currently available at Amazon.)