if not now, when?

1. desire

the lean lithe athletic boy was frantic in love
with about 22 other similarly-constructed boys on the high school
track team.  at night, alone in his room,
lying flat on his back naked on top of his bed,
all his muscles tight and tense, his big stiff
cock throbbing between his restless fingers,
he thought of each one of them--he'd seen
them all naked in the showers after
practice. one thing the lean lithe athletic
boy really really liked about being on
the high school track team was taking
showers with all the other boys on
the track team and seeing their slender
sexy bodies and their big dicks and the
shampoo bubbles and soap suds running
down their smooth tiny-nippled well-formed
chests.  there was no more doubt in
the mind of the lean lithe athletic boy
that what he really wanted was to be lying
here in bed right now with at least
one of the those boys. that boy would
be naked, too, and that boy would be lying naked
beside the lean lithe athletic boy,
and the lean lithe athletic boy
would be touching that boy's big thick
long smooth cock, and they would be
gasping and inhaling deep breaths
and exhaling big gusts of carbon
dioxide and they would be touching
each other's big smooth dicks and
they would be spurting their cum
all over themselves. this was
the sort of thoughts the lean lithe
athletic boy was having as he lay
on his bed alone in his dark room
his fingers wrapped around his
big throbbing cock, spurting cum
onto his chest and belly and it dribbling
into his pubic hair as he lay there
alone desperately wanting not
to be alone.


2. desire

the next day after track practice
the lean lithe athletic boy brought
home mack, a tall sexy guy from the
track team.  there was nobody
home except for the lean lithe
athletic boy and mack.  the
lean lithe athletic boy took
mack up to his room, and they
listened to the radio and talked
and suddenly the lean lithe athletic
boy just said it: "let's get naked
and jerk off."  mack got an odd
expression on his handsome face,
as if he were wildly enthused about
the idea, but a bit scared, too. then,
before mack answered, the lean lithe
athletic boy said "what the heck,
that's what i'm going to do
anyway" and took off his shirt
and his pants and there was his
big cock bulging against the front
of his underpants. mack
stared at it. "why not; what the
heck," said mack. so mack took off
his shirt and his pants and
his own big cock was bulging
against his underpants, and for
a second, both mack and the lean
lithe athletic boy just stood there
and stared at each other and kind
of gasped and winced, because, truly,
each of them was looking at a very beautiful very sexy    
young man, and then the lean lithe athletic
boy took off his underpants, and his big
smooth cock jutted out throbbing.  and
mack took off his own underpants, and
his big smooth thick cock was standing
erect at a steep angle, the pinkish-purple
cockhead smooth and glossy and only a few
millimeters away from his own navel.
"while you watch me jerk off," said the
lean lithe athletic boy, "i'll watch you jerk off."
"what about the cum?" said mack.
"use these" said the lean lithe athletic boy.
he pulled some dirty t-shirts out of
the laundry basket in his closet, and
spread them out on the floor at their
feet.  then the lean lithe athletic
boy stood there, tugging gently on
his big hard smooth gorgeous cock, and
mack stood about 5 feet away, facing
the lean lithe athletic boy.  mack wrapped
his fingers tight around his cock and
rubbed it up and down the entire length of
his cockshaft.  they stood there
staring at each other, and their
eyes were open so wide it was as
if they wanted them open even wider
so that they could see and see and then
see some more, and even then,
it wouldn't be enough.  "this is
really really sexy," said the
lean lithe athletic boy. "you have
a great body, a really big cock.
this is hot."  mack swallowed,
stared at the lean lithe athletic
boy, said, "you got a great body
too, a fantastic cock, and
yeah, this is pretty darn hot."
then, they just stood there
silent, staring at each other, watching
each other jerk off. mack started spurting
cum first, but, before he was done, the
lean lithe athletic boy started spurting
cum, too.  they stood there with their
fingers wrapped around their own dicks, watching
each other spurt cum, watching it splat
onto the dirty t-shirts at their feet.
then, there was an awkward moment in
which they were both clearly wondering
"what's next".  still naked, the
lean lithe athletic boy bent down
and picked up the cum-splattered t-shirts
and put them in the laundry basket
inside his closet, and he said "i better wash
those before mom gets home--she's working
late today--won't be home till 9."
"yeah," said mack.  then they both
stood there naked looking at each
other, listening to the radio. it
was real-low volume. they could
barely hear it. the lean lithe
athletic boy sat down on the edge
of his skinny little bed. his cock
was still sort of hard. mack was
still naked too, and his cock was
so big it might as well still be hard,
but it wasn't. mack sat down beside
the lean lithe athletic boy.
"next time," said mack. "i'll jerk
you off, and you can jerk me off at
the same time."
the lean lithe athletic boy's heart was
beating very very fast, and, for the
first time in a very long while, he
was feeling extremely extremely, happy.
"ok" said the lean lithe athletic boy.
"that sounds really hot."
10 seconds go by.


3. desire

the lean lithe athletic boy stretched
out naked on his back on his skinny little
bed and said to mack "go ahead, lie down,
there's room."  so mack lay down beside
him; it was really tight, their elbows
were bumping against each other's elbows,
and their hips were up against each other's
hips. they lay there about 20 minutes listening
to the radio and staring up at the ceiling
and talking.  mack's big cock was hard
as a rock again. the lean lithe athletic
boy's big cock was hard, too; it had been
hard for the past 5 minutes.  they lay
there on their backs staring at each
other's big cocks, at each other's tight
muscly bellies, at each other's tiny little
nipples, staring at pubic hair, at leg
hair, at armpit hair. then, sort of shyly,
the lean lithe athletic boy reached
over and wrapped the fingers of
one hand around mack's cock. mack
reached over and wrapped the fingers
of one hand around the lean lithe
athletic boy's cock.  they began
exploring the surfaces of each other's
cocks, touching lightly, then squeezing,
sort of just finger-tip touching every
square inch of the surfaces of each
other's big throbbing cocks.  "nice"
said the lean lithe athletic boy. "real
nice" said mack. they lay there on their
backs fiddling with each other's cocks,
rubbing, stroking, finally falling
into the gentle steady rhythm that had one
end result clearly in mind: in about another
20 seconds, they were each spurting
big gooey drippy wads of cum that
arced over their bellies, spattered
their chests, dribbled onto their
bellies.  "god" said the lean lithe
athletic boy. "oh god" said mack.
they lay there drippy with cum,
hands at their sides, looking at
each other's bodies, looking at each other's
cum.  then, the lean lithe athletic
boy jumped up, grabbed some t-shirts
from the laundry basket, and handed
a couple to mack.  then the
lean lithe athletic boy sat
down on the bed, and they both
wiped the cum off of themselves.
the lean lithe athletic boy took
the t-shirts, put them back in
the laundry basket in the closet, said "some
of these got a double dose,"
and grinned.  mack grinned too.
the lean lithe athletic boy
started putting on his clothes.
mack stood up and begin doing
the same. they watched each other
dress. there was no hurrying.
"we should do this again
tomorrow," said mack. the lean
lithe athletic boy broke into
a big beautiful incredibly white-
toothed smile.  "ok," said
the lean lithe athletic boy.
"mom works late tomorrow too."
then, almost before the
lean lithe athletic boy knew
what was happening, mack was
an inch from his face, kissing
his lips. the lean lithe athletic
boy kissed him back, and, as
if by itself, the radio music
got louder. it was a good song.
mack went on home, and the
lean lithe athletic boy washed
the load of clothes.  he
couldn't seem to stop smiling; as
a matter of fact, he didn't
even try.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2004)