10 lbs or so

when the wind is howling outside his window,
sometimes the lean lithe athletic boy lies
in his bed and imagines a slightly bigger
version of himself is there in bed
with him. the slightly
bigger version of himself is
a bit taller, a bit heavier--everything just
one size up from the size of the lean lithe
athletic boy.  and then,
under the mountain of covers,
naked, the wind howling outside his
window,
the lean lithe athletic boy imagines
the slightly bigger version of himself
on top of him, the slightly bigger version of himself
pressing his slightly bigger cockhead against his
butthole, nudging it really, with
no great insistence, almost with
playfulness.
at times like these, the lean lithe athletic
boy can feel the slightly bigger slightly
stiffer nipples
of the slighter bigger version of himself
poking comfortably against his own tiny little
nipples.  on nights
like this, the lean lithe athletic
boy rolls over onto his belly and presses
his hard cock and tight balls and
flat belly down against
the spread-out t-shirt he sometimes
keeps there, over the
sheet, on top of his mattress. then
the slightly bigger version of himself
climbs on top of the lean lithe
athletic boy and kisses the nape
of the lean lithe athletic boy's neck, and,
there, under the covers, the slightly larger
version of himself presses the
smooth rounded head of his cock
just a bit more insistently up
against the lean lithe athletic
boy's button-tight pink little
butthole.
on nights like this, the lean lithe
athletic boy rubs the bottom of
his smooth stiff cock against that smooth
white t-shirt; he kind of pumps his
hard little butt up and down; he sort
of sticks his face deep into his own pillow, smells the
sweet-acrid carbon-dioxide smell of his own breath
and then the lean lithe athletic boy
spurts about 2 dozen spurts
of thick white hot cum into that
t-shirt as the wind howls, and
the slightly bigger version of
himself decides to get at least
the tip of that slightly-bigger
cock of his inside the lean lithe
athletic boy's nice tight
warm little butthole, and, the
decision made, that slightly bigger
cock glides
right on in--the lean lithe
athletic boy spreads his legs
a bit, lifts up his butt a bit more,
spurts a few more spurts of hot wet cum,
and savors the sensation of
a slightly bigger him
having his way
with himself.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2004)