Friday, April 3, 2020

Three poems



let's discuss the olympics

two sexy naked big-dicked young
men are in bed together. they've
just done all kinds of
sexy stuff with each other,
spurted cum, rested
a while, then done it
again.
"hey," says one of the sexy
naked big-dicked young men. "which
would be more fun?
watching two good-looking male olympians swim,
or watching them fuck?"
"oh, fuck over swim, every time," says the
other sexy naked big-dicked young man.
"no doubt about it."
there is a moment of silence.
then, "heck yeah, it would be real nice to
see two sexy olympian guys
fucking!!" says one of the two
sexy naked big-dicked young men who
are in bed together.
the sky outside their window is a startling shade
of blue, almost zealously intense.
"ancient olympians used to compete totally
naked, did you know that?" asks one sexy naked
big-dicked young man.
"yep," says the other.
"well," says the first sexy naked big-dicked
young man. "what happened?"
"good question," says the
other. and, indeed,
it was.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)

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not exactly santa claus

alone in the woods, over skinny babbling
streams, along hillsides ripe
with reindeer moss walks the
sexy big-dicked teenage boy. soon,
his big dick is
bulging out of his tight blue jeans.
he's feeling sexual and horny and
tingly alive and so he strips
off his clothes and
stands there in the woods
tugging rhythmically
on his big smooth dick until
he shoots out a plume of hot cum,
goes splat splat splat onto the leafy
ground.
**
when he gets back home,
it's nearly time for dinner.
wash hands and wash hands
and wash those hands,
so clean
they're almost no longer
flesh, but instruments
of food-shoveling, into
the oral orifice of
tight-lipped
voice and creamsickle
sorrow.
**
eats every
bite of his dinner.
his mom smiles,
pats him on the head.
**
underneath the table,
between his legs
tingly-dick syndrome
starts up once again. then
subsides, the tranquility
of mashed potatoes, the
nobility of honey-glazed carrots.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)

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30W 34L

when buying
a new pair of blue jeans,
the sexy big-dicked teenage boy
is very concerned with how
those new pants will display
his dick and balls.
he wants to let folks know
something is definitely there, but
doesn't want to provide
too many details. after all,
he's kinda shy.
so,
he settles on a moderately
tight pair of blue jeans.
he displays well in them,
but "details"
are not provided.
**
after
the sexy big-dicked teenage boy
gets home from
his shopping trip, he
puts on his new blue jeans
and he stands alone in front
of the big full-length
mirror that's attached to the
back of his bedroom door.
his dick gets hard.
his new pair of blue jeans
certainly leave no doubt
about that.
and, damn, before he even
realizes it's about to happen,
he spurts a load of cum,
right there into his brand-new pants.
**
so it's down to the basement,
to the washing machine,
before his mom gets
home, he'll just tell
her he's gotta wash
'em to make 'em fade --
he adds a bit of
bleach -- the harsh
chemical "extra-clean" smell
makes him open his
nostrils, cough,
think of things like how
a boy who
wishes to be "extra-clean"
seems fated, alas, to be
"extra-dirty".

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)

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