Quite a few poems



dirt & filth

the sexy big-dicked teenage boy
was outside, watering his
mother's flowers.
it was a hot day.
he was wearing no shirt,
and all he had on was a tattered old pair
of faded blue jeans.
yep, that was all.
no socks.
no shoes.
no underwear.
just the jeans.
his big thick dick was hard
and throbbing,
pushing against the
threadbare fabric at the
front of his pants.
the sexy big-dicked teenage boy
stood there in the
backyard, the nozzle of the
hose that he was holding was pointed
at his mother's flowers, and he was
listening to the
hiss and sputter of
the nozzle as the water squirted on out.
this whole situation, everything about it,
felt sexy to him. sensual. the
heat. the nozzle. the hiss &
sputter, the sound
almost hypnotic. the feel of his
own big hot hard dick against
the soft fabric of his faded
trousers.  suddenly, with
almost no warning,
the sexy big-dicked teenage boy
was more than a bit mortified
to find himself spurting hot gooey cum
into his pants.
but it felt so good, spurting cum,
that he just stood there
and spurted out the entire load (not that
he could have stopped it)
as the water gushed out
onto the bright pinks and reds
and oranges of his mother's flowers.
then, he felt queasy, his
head felt as though he were
spinning in circles,
as the cum spot spread
across the front of his trousers,
and
a skinny scrawny gray-breasted mockingbird
scolded him from the top of the fence.
"shut up, bird,"
said the sexy big-dicked teenage boy.
but the bird just kept right on scolding.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)

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pillowcase

and so the salt that was in puddles
on the beach
crystallized out into gray-white nuggets
as the water evaporated.
the two sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys
who were walking along the beach
stopped periodically to pick
up a salt nugget or two,
and lick its surface.
"yep, it's salt all right," said one of the
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys.
"you are going to be a
truly great scientist," said the other
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy, winking.
the two sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys
chuckled, warm and friendly, and
continued their walk along the beach,
bending down periodically
to pick up a salt nugget, and taste it.
"yep,"
said the first
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy.
"definitely salt."
"your powers of deduction are truly amazing,"
said the other
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy.
"you will indeed be a brilliant and world-famous
scientist someday."
the two sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys
are in love with each other,
and in love with the day,
in love with the salt crystals,
and in love with
the beach, and
in love with the sound of the waves that are lapping the beach.
for a few moments, they stopped
walking, and
embraced, and kissed each other's lips,
and fondled each other's big thick shiny cocks
until they spurted big gooey gobs of hot drippy cum
onto each other's firm tight bellies.
then, "it'll dry,"
said the first sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy. "i know
these sorts of things. i have it on good authority that i am going
to be a great scientist one day."
"so i've heard," said the second sexy naked
big-dicked teenage boy.
the two boys continued their walk,
their cum crystallizing on their
bellies,
as they looked down at the sand,
and up at the sky,
and at each other.
all around them,
water evaporates
from the little salt ponds on the beach,
and the salt glistens like diamonds in
the giddy summer heat.


--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)

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did you trim your toenails before your nipples got bruised?

the shadows crept up, down, across the wall--
which way did they go? how did they move?
what were the physics involved as the
earth rotated in front of the sun
as he, here in his little bedroom,
alone, sitting naked, sexy, good-looking,
his big dick turgid, throbbing,
watched the shadows
and wondered kinda half-heartedly
how they moved like they moved,
what was going on in the galaxy
that caused them to move that
way on the walls of his
bedroom,
as evening descended into the valley,
and the whippoorwills began to
sing outside his open window.
the naked, sexy, good-looking, big-dicked
young man
sat there on his bed, digging his toes into the
fibers of his skinny, slippery little
carpet.
he started tugging on his big hard dick with
one hand,
and, as he did that,
with the other hand, he lifted
a bottle of beer from the
surface of the beside table,
and pushed its rim against his lips.
he swallowed beer and tugged on
his dick and watched the
shadows move
and listened to the whippoorwills
calling out there from somewhere at the edge
of the night until he
spurted cum, big gooey blobs of it,
and then he lay back on his
bed and stared at the ceiling,
until it faded into darkness,
and all the shadows
got swallowed up, as if
they had never even existed.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)

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velocity vs. acceleration

ok he's walked the dog and foisted its care
onto his older brother,
and now the younger brother
is
all alone is his own room
with his clothes off
and
his dick hard
and he's
tugging on it quite gently
and with
masturbatory skill
far beyond his
tender years
when his
older brother knocks and
says "let me in."
at first the younger brother
says nothing,
then "no."
the older brother
says
"let me in."
the younger brother
says, "no, i'm busy."
and the older brother
says
"you're jerking off again, aren't you?
let's do it together this
time."
there is a strange
silence,
and the younger brother
stands in his room with
his fingers wrapped around
his hard throbbing dick,
and older brother again says,
"let me in, we're all alone,
no one will ever know,"
and
the younger brother hesitantly
opens the door
and stands there
naked, big dick hard as a rock,
and the older brother walks in
and locks the door behind
him and takes off his clothes
and they stand there
jerking off
staring at each
other watching
each other spurt
cum
and the dog starts barking
and both the younger brother
and the older brother
tense up, and then
smile, and laugh,
and say "it's your turn
this time,"
but they decide they'll
both walk the dog together
this time,
and this time
they talk about things
they've never talked about
before, this
time
they really
talk in quiet gentle voices
that sound very much
like
love.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)

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bedroom smells

oh by the grace of in-the-mood-to,
he was able to mount the opposition
and overcome it.
normally, he wouldn't have
expended so much energy on
a chore he didn't much care about.
but, well,
today was different. today his
mood was more upbeat.
today his dick was non-stop
insistent on spurting cum
into or onto something.
that's really all he
wanted, sensitive
sex-obsessed big-dicked
beautiful young man,
an artist in sensibility,
a cum-spurter by preference,
sometimes
they both seemed
pretty much
the same. the spots
on the sheets
usually dried nice
and crisp, and made
a pleasant crackly sound
when he lay down on
them and dreamed
of the planet jupiter,
named after the god,
all flesh and manform,
and big welcoming
dick. the hole
in the pillow
was musty,
and manly,
and always
willing, morning,
noon, or
bite.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2010)

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because the memory ate itself

"when swigging booze from the bottle,
place the lips carefully over that cool smooth
glass lip,"
thinks the sexy naked heavily made-up young man.
the sexy naked heavily made-up young man
again lifts the bottle of booze to his
lips, positions it carefully, and
sucks some booze out of the bottle, and
winces with great pleasure as the
welcome liquid slathers down his throat.
the sexy naked heavily made-up young man
has red lipstick on, and he's smeared
it way past his lips, onto his
cheeks, and he's outlined
his nipples with red lipstick, too.
the sexy naked heavily made-up young man
really is quite sexy, and the red lipstick
he has applied all over the shaft and head
of his big smooth dick looks rather shocking,
but in a playful kind of way.
also, he has a lot of eye shadow on,
and fake eyelashes, too.
"god it's fun smearing myself
with goop and getting drunk all alone,"
says the sexy naked heavily made-up young man,
into his empty bedroom, in his own
little apartment, in a quiet neighborhood,
at just past noon.
the view from his bedroom window is
of a deep dark forest, stretching
endlessly into the blue-tinged mountains.
the sexy naked heavily made-up young man
again lifts the bottle of booze
to his lips, slurps, and swallows.
he turns his back to the window,
and looks at his own reflection
in the big full-length mirror
that's mounted on the back of his
bedroom door.
with the lipstick and the
eye shadow and the fake eyelashes,
he looks ready for something,
and his red dick is now eager and
stiff and throbbing
with good ole-fashioned pent-up
horniness.
the sexy naked heavily made-up young man
smiles, shows his red-lipstick-smeared teeth,
and wraps the fingers
of his right hand around his big smooth
red-lipstick-smeared dick.
he pumps away on his dick for a while,
and, after he spurts cum onto his
mirror, the fingers and
palms of his right hand are waxy red
and goopy.
his left hand is clean, though,
and he uses it to begin clean-up
procedures. mainly though,
he uses it to pick up the
bottle of booze, and
kiss it on the lips.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2010)




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pre-cum

almost mystical the cascade of water,
its roar approximately half a mile
down stream, but still quite
audible, as sexy sexed up young man
strips off his clothes and lies
naked on his back on a big flat
rock beside the frothy rushing stream.
he has been to the cascade itself,
a waterfall approximately 50 feet high,
and then, gone on, followed
the trail around it, and gone
on, up above, followed the
stream that feeds it, part of
the time walking in the water,
part of the time walking
beside the water, and
now, the sexy naked sexed up young man
lies on his back on a big smooth
warm rock, listening to the stream
as it rushes past him toward
the 50-foot falls made by
the cascading water half a mile
away,
listening to the distant
sound of that cascading water.
his dick is hard as a nearby sapling,
and he lies there staring up
into the sky, listening to
the water beside him, listening
to the distant thunder of the
cascades that are half a mile away.
the sexy naked sexed up young man
experiences the sensation
that the sounds he hears
are rumbling around right
inside his chest, and,
when he grabs his dick
as if attempting to strangle
it, it spurts cum immediately,
and he growls, as if in
the most
wonderful kind of
pain.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2009)

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expectations

so the cole slaw was ready, and the
hotdog buns were on the picnic table,
but the two sexy big-dicked hooligans
were down by the stream sucking
each other off.  when they finished,
they got dressed, because they had
both been naked, and then they went up to
the picnic table. a large puma, the
color of tawny silk, was sitting
at the table. "you sure took
your time," said the puma.
"we can't keep our hands off
of each other," said one of
the sexy young hooligans, "or
our lips for that matter."
both sexy young hooligans smiled
lasciviously, and the puma
proceeded to eat everything
off the table, hot dog buns,
cole slaw, everything.
"where's the burgers?" said
the puma. "aren't you gonna
have any burgers?"
"nope," said one of the
sexy young hooligans.
"that's all we were planning
on, and it looks like that's
all gone now."
the puma gave the sexy young
hooligans an evil, scary look.
then the puma stood up,
bent over, and slowly licked his
own big genitalia. afterwards,
the puma said, "next time,
bring burgers."
then the puma trotted off
into the forest.  the
two sexy young hooligans
were a bit surprised by
this encounter, but
vowed not to let it
spoil their day. after all,
in their truck, parked
only half a mile away,
in the locked glove compartment,
were raisins, and apples,
and a pickled baby puma.
"ha," said one of the sexy
young hooligans. "ha ha!"
said the other sexy young
hooligan, as they set
off toward their vehicle.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2009)


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kinda like that

the comments of two sexy
naked young men touching
each other's exposed cockheads
and commenting on the texture:
**
"smooth as a baby's bottom."
**
"almost glossy, like a warm magazine
page."
**
"surprisingly dry, and yet,
somehow gives the illusion of moist."
**
"oh i know: soft, yet sturdy -- plump, yet lean."
**
a pause.
**
"'soft, yet sturdy -- plump, yet lean'????!! what
the hell
kind of a comment is that???!!!"
**
"you're drunk aren't you?"
**
"oh yes."
**
"me too."
**
"oh my we are both drunk!" said both
sexy young men, in perfect
unison actually.
**
then they both laughed, a lot actually.
they stood there laughing and fondling
each other's cockheads.
**
their laughter sounded goofy,
warm, throaty,
**
sort of like hiding in
the woods and drinking beer and
getting naked on a warm spring
day, sort of like, for that matter,
being hot-hearted in love.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2007)

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essential

the slow growth of vine that drapes the trees
slinks silently over the tender succulent form
of 18-year-old boy, naked, stretched out back
flat against the mossy ground, cock jutting upward
toward the arching trees and draping vines.
boy looks skyward, places back of hand across
his forehead, sighs as if overwhelmed by
the beauty of the forest and the draped vines
and his own long slender body, his own long
slender cock, jutting upward. he sighs
and with the hand that is not against
his forehead, he traces with fingertips
the form of his own balls, his own
bulging-tight smooth purple-pink cockhead,
the air is warm with the sounds of the forest,
clicks and trills of hidden insects and birds.
the boy sighs and looks upward as he drapes
the back of one hand across his forehead,
as if in thought, as if in sadness, so much
beauty in one place, so much eroticism
in one zone of the forest, as he lies flat
on his back staring upward, playing with
the tip of his throbbing cock, accepting
the consequences as hot cum spurts once
twice thrice and again and again as
if a white plume, arching over his flat
belly and smooth tiny-nippled chest;
he stares upward as he pumps cum,
and pumps cum, and as the cum keeps
on being pumped out the tiny little
peehole at the end of his big cock,
he senses that it's only the things of this
nature, this pause, this escape,
this naked solace among the trees and
draping vines, that make it all
bearable. after, he gets up and pees,
standing there dappled tawny white
in the mottled flecks of sunshine.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2004)

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no magic going on in that bedroom, no not a bit

perhaps the cute naked young man shouldn't
play with his cock as much as he does.
perhaps he shouldn't lie there naked on his back
in his upstairs bedroom, the window open, the breeze
warm
across the wispy pubic hair on his big pink balls.
perhaps he shouldn't rub his fingertips over his belly
and nipples and touch that incredibly sensitive spot
at the base of his balls, right between where the
balls attach and the anus looms, perhaps he shouldn't
wrap the fingers of both hands around his big thick
smooth cock and rub it all over, stroke it up and down
the length of its thick perfectly-shaped no-vein
shaft, perhaps he shouldn't lick his fingertips and
rub them over his big purple-pink cockhead, perhaps he
shouldn't spend so much time on his bed naked,
touching his
beautiful sexy self in blatantly sexual ways,
perhaps he shouldn't spurt all that cum onto his
belly and wipe it off with towels and wash rags and
tee-shirts, whatever is handy, tissues, paper towels,
underpants, pillow cases, whatever's around. the
cute naked young man lies there on his back, though,
wets his lips with his tongue, pants like an animal,
a young goat perhaps, perhaps if he plays with himself
as often as he does now, he'll magically turn into a
satyr, little horns on his brow, feet change into
cloven hoofs, a tuft of a tail growing from the
butt-tip of his
spinal cord,
this time the sound he makes when he starts spurting
cum sounds like a strange beast, he spurts and spurts
and finally finishes spurting and without even wiping
it off, drippy of chest and belly,
he jumps up off the bed and looks at himself in the
mirror to make sure it's still him,
standing there big dicked, smooth flush-belly
semen-smeared, looking at his full pouty lips,
all is a-ok though, he looks just like he always does,
cute big dicked young man, sexy, eyes icy blue yet
white-hot, big dark eyebrows with a hint of sweat
binding the eyebrow hairs together, a boy, yep, just a
boy,
then what was that beast-sound he made? he wonders,
he shrugs,
whimpers a human sad-little very human whimper,
goes back to bed,
sleeps naked, dreams of eating big wet sloppy
blackberries, vines
and all, is the sound he hears flies buzzing
at his big floppy
ears?  nah no way.
not a chance.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2004)

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