Four poems



laps

one night, back when i was
good-looking and sexy,
i think i was around 25 or so,
i decided to run laps naked on
the university track.
it was around 2 a.m.
it was summertime.
the temperature was hot. and
the air was humid. it was cloudy.
there was
no moon, no stars. and back then,
they didn't have any lights
on the university track.
well, i ran a bunch of laps naked,
and, then, i put on my clothes,
and, as luck would have it,
right after i got dressed,
a policeman pulled up beside
the track, walked over to me,
and asked to see my i.d.
he was a young policeman,
cute, sexy.
well,
i felt i was in no trouble at
all, since, when i had
been running those laps,
it was so dark that no one
could have possibly seen that
i was naked.
surely this was just routine, what
the policeman was doing now.
surely i wasn't about to
be in any trouble.
still, though, i remember being
worried.
i pulled out my i.d.
i was a university employee
at the time, and i had a university i.d.
he looked at it.
looked at me.
it was dark, but he was using
a flashlight, and i could
see something in his eyes
that made me a bit jittery.
"this is a university facility,"
he said. "i'm just making sure
it's only being used
by university students and
personnel."
"that's me," i told him. "personnel."
i was a lab technician at
the time, as i recall.
veterinary medicine.
so my i.d. was in order.
and i told him i couldn't sleep,
lived nearby, and
was just out running some laps
in hopes it'd help me sleep.
i said i could usually get
a good night's sleep
after i ran a couple miles.
he nodded, looked at me
kind of funny, and
then said fine, no trouble,
just checking.
and gave me this odd
kind of look,
and off he went.
leaving me standing
there in the dark,
by the track, hot,
and sweaty.
now, i'm 63 years old,
and thinking back,
trying to remember all the
details, though of course
i can't remember each
and every one.
still, i remember i did
that more than once: stripped
off all my clothes and ran
naked in the dark of night
on the university track.
i looked good back then.
i was sexy.
and sometimes, still
naked, i'd lie down
on a bunch of mats
that were inside the track,
and i'd jerk off,
lying there under
the stars in the hot
night sky.
i never got caught.
i could have been, though.
and i know now, and i knew it
then, too, that
what i was doing was
crazy, not just goofy crazy,
but the real actual most-likely
insane kind of
crazy. i never got caught, though,
and that night with the
policeman was the
closest call
i ever had. and i think
he knew what i'd been
up to. i think he
knew i'd been naked. somehow
he must have gotten a
good enough
look at me when i was
running those laps.
but, frankly,
i think that he
took pity on me that night.
his eyes, they were
kind, and kind of
awkward, too.
eyes belonging to
a guy who didn't much
know what to do
about this kind
of trouble. a guy who maybe
didn't want
to think about it too much,
because of what this kind
of trouble might
legally require him to do.
**
now, thinking back
on all this years and years
later,
i wonder if
he would have
had sex with
me if i'd
asked him to.
**
he was young and good-looking,
just like me. and those eyes, so
kind, so awkward, so.... something
indescribable, there in
that flashlight-lit
darkness.
**
just
one of those
things you think about,
i suppose,
as time goes by.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)

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frog gamete

remember tom sawyer and huck finn
from Mark Twain's book
THE ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER?
those two guys seemed almost
real didn't they.
**
tom and huck
were good together,
exploring the world.
i picture the two
of them smoking cigarettes and
sipping pilfered booze.
after they've been doin' a
little drinkin & smokin,
they are not wearing
any clothes at all.
they've just been swimming
in their secret swimming hole,
and the sunlight is on
their sweet sexy young bodies.
together, after a couple more
cigarettes and
a few more
little ole sips of
booze,
tom and huck investigate
each other's sturdy young dicks,
hard from the excitement of
being naked, and
the sunlight, and the booze,
and the cigarettes, and
just the heck-let's-do-it of
it all.
**
later, after they've both
spurted cum and compared
volumes, odor, and texture,
they go back in for another swim,
wonderfully tipsy,
the water delicious and cool
on the oh-so-delicate
droop of their balls.

--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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bushels, pecks, and quarts

the cantaloupes and musk mellons lay
big and beautiful on the table downstairs in the kitchen
while the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy was upstairs
in his bedroom jerking off.
oh yes, the cantaloupes and musk mellons
were at their peak of ripeness down
there on the kitchen table
while the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
lay on his back on his bed staring up
at the ceiling and jerking off,
his hands all over his cock and balls,
his fingertips lingering, from time to time,
on that sweet lightly
furry hypersexualsensitive spot right between
the back of his lightly furry scrotum and the front
of his tight pink little asshole.
oh yes the big beautiful cantaloupes and musk
mellons waited downstairs
on the kitchen table as
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
tugged on his big smooth gently curved dick
and shot plumes of cum onto his belly and
chest, onto great wads of kleenexes,
onto folded-up towels,
onto the floor, onto the windows,
onto the window sills,
onto the walls and lampshades.
then, the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
left his room, and, still naked,
walked downstairs into the kitchen.
he didn't touch those cantaloupes. didn't
touch those musk mellons
that were lying on the kitchen
table. he just looked at them and
said "beautiful beautiful beautiful"
until the thought that the entire
world was that way crossed his
mind. he stood there naked, gently
cupping his pink sweaty
balls. "beautiful," he said
once again, looking out
the window at the deep
blue sky.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)