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by the fireplace, the stockings are hung,
and the turtle doves are
sad sacks of feathers.
the crispin accentuation of
evergreen features merely
goes to prove the
slogan that
wintertime can be hell.
**
however, in his room,
on this cold winter day,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
stands ruminating on
the uncertainties of just
about everything,
except the
sweet succulent joy of orgasm.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
is gently tugging on his own great
big smooth hot dick,
as he watches the snow falling
outside his window.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
has a candy cane in his mouth,
and he is sucking on
it as he tugs on his hard thick dick.
the snow falls.
he sucks on his candy cane.
he tugs on his dick some more.
he begins spurting cum,
and his eyes close tight
as he spurts and spurts and
spurts hot
gooey cum.
then,
the snow falling outside his window,
the candy cane wet and slippery
and sugary in his mouth,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
kind of whimpers.
it's almost a sob,
but not quite
that serious.

(This poem first appeared in BareBack Magazine, November/December 2013. It also appears in my book String Bean.)