who goes there

again the house was empty, and
again the big-dicked family teenage boy
was horny as hell.  he'd already
fucked the space between the
two cushions in his favorite
big overstuffed couch, the
one in the living room.  and
now he was fucking the
tight smooth space
between the two pillows
on his own bed.
the big-dicked family teenage boy
was long and lean and lanky.
some, including himself,
thought he looked really
good naked.  and so
as he fucked that space
between the two pillows
on his bed, and prepared
to pull out just before
he came, he pictured
himself being admired, now,
by those who thought he
looked good.  he pictured
doris and susie and eileen
and kate, standing beside
his bed, looking down at
him as he fucked that
space between those
two pillows. he pictured
rick and ted and mitch,
too, peeking out from
between the girls. then
the big-dicked family teenage boy
got really turned on, pulled
out from between the
two pillows, and held onto
his big smooth cock real
tight as
he spurted his cum
into the wad of kleenexes
he'd had waiting for
just this purpose.
now, on his knees,
naked on his bed,
the big-dicked family teenage boy
observed himself in the mirror,
smiled back at himself,
and burped, a big smelly
burp -- pizza, with
coca cola -- the
american dream, only
naked.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem appeared in Jesse on the Brink (jesseonthebrink.blogspot.com), a blog by Jesse Archer. It appeared on that blog on March 21, 2009. As best I can tell, that blog no longer exists by that name, but other online sites by Jesse Archer do exist. For example: http://brink241.rssing.com/chan-6309425/all_p10.html. Anyhow, hope you enjoyed the poem!)