yellow gourds and pink gooseberries

"grassy growth rings of curvacious spleens" says
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy as he
is getting fucked by his best friend, tom.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy is
svelte and skinny, whereas his best
friend and fucker tom is best
described as beefier, and more substantial.
"when the corn-on-the-cob is boiling in piping hot water,"
says the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy,
"then the light bulbs on the kitchen ceiling sometimes
flash and pulse with pink-lipped electric fire!"
they are in the bedroom of
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy is flat
on his belly, and tom is on top of
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy,
tom's dick is deep inside the asshole
of the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy,
and tom is
fucking the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy's
sweet little pink asshole with
great precision and pure-tom-like enthusiasm.
"flights of fancy into outer space
are sometimes teeming with robotic jellyfish
swirling in the silent seas of strangers,
and friends, and relatives," says
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy.
tom keeps on fucking him.
tom is groaning and grunting with
lithe little animal sounds.
the sounds from the bedroom of
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
are
rhythmic and ebb and flow and guttural
and whimsical and
between
the
odd enthusiastic verbalizations of
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
and
the grunts and groans of big beefy
fucker tom,
there is the complexity
of simplicity,
the knowledge
of pump and push,
the
gush and goo and wet of
hot slivo-slimy ker-splash.
"good god keep the kleenexes by
the fireplace!" says
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy.
"right where i can reach them when
the world turns to ice."

--Carl Miller Daniels (2013)