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while the barn swallows flitted over the fish pond,
ralph the sexy big-dicked farmboy
lifted buckets of water, and carried them
to the waiting animals.
it was august, and the day was hot,
and ralph the sexy big-dicked farmboy
dreamed of fucking and dreamed of fucking
and dreamed of fucking, and,
as ralph carried those heavy buckets of water
to the waiting animals,
it began to rain gently, a hot mist really,
and ralph's hot clothes stuck to his hot skin,
and he
took it all stoically at first,
and then he begun to curse
under his breath saying "fuck" and "fuck" and
"fuck"
and when it began to rain harder,
the swallows abandoned the fish pond,
ralph the sexy big-dicked farmboy
went into the barn
and waited
and while he waited
he unzipped his pants and tugged
on his big hard dick and at the height
of the rain storm ralph spurted cum,
a lot of cum,
drippy gooey and hot, onto the straw
on the floor of the barn,
and when the sun returned,
ralph, too, returned to his chores.
it was only 10 o'clock
on that hot summer morning, as
ralph worked on,
waiting for noon,
and lunch, and
maybe a nap naked
by a stream, the
dragonflies hovering
gently, like angels
watching out for ralph, and
his big dick, and
his dreams of fervently
quietly
fucking.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)