mr frost

when the winter weather turned bitter cold,
the sexy naked big-dicked young man turned bitter mean.
and then, bitter-sad.
the sexy naked big-dicked young man turned up
his apartment heat real high,
and sat on the couch,
and drank vodka, and watched porn.
as the snow fell, and the wind howled,
the sexy naked big-dicked young man
drank vodka and tugged on his
own big hard smooth dick.
all of this helped pass the time,
and he usually ended up spurting
cum at least 3 times every night.
sometimes more.
all of this helped,
but the sexy naked big-dicked young man
hated the winter weather, and
he felt sad, and bitter, and mean.
the sexy naked big-dicked young man
didn't talk to anyone about all
this, though, didn't know anyone
to talk to, really, wasn't
that kind of guy.
often, after an evening
of vodka and porn and
jerking off,
the sexy naked big-dicked young man
lay on his back on his
bed, all the covers
thrown aside, his legs sprawled
wide, the apartment heat
up way high,
and he listened to
the howling wind,
the plink-plink-plink of
the snowflakes against
his bedroom window,
and he thought about
summer, and he
thought about
the feel of the sunshine
on his face, and then,
once again, he found
that his dick was so
hard there was no
other option
but masturbation.
at times like this,
he opened up the
window wide, and
as the cold wind
blew across his hot chest and
his hot dick and his hot balls and
his hot belly, he said "FUCK YOU!
FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU!!!" and
spurted his cum right
out the window, right into
the face of the winter.
this made him feel better,
but left him covered
with goosebumps --
and the neighbors
who lived across
the way, had
gotten used to the
show, in fact, had
grown to expect it:
truth is,
it kinda brightened
their day.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2010)