jeans and a t-shirt

as the words poured out of his mouth like
droplets of cum spurting out of his dick,
the sexy naked young man
told the guy who was jerking him off,
"god oh god that feels great i'm cumming
i'm cumming i'm spurting i'm hard
as a rock and i'm spurting cum and
spurting cum and spurting
more cum and spurting cum
feels incredibly incredibly goooood. god."
**
"my turn," says the guy who just
jerked off the first guy.
**
now, the guy who is getting jerked
off by the first guy, the talkative
guy, is the quiet type.
he just stands there while
the talkative guy jerks him
off from behind.
they both watch the whole procedure
in the big mirror on the back
of the bedroom door.
**
silent guy spurts cum.
silent guy spurts a LOT of cum.
**
after silent guy
spurts cum, talkative guy starts
talking again, and says, "i still
don't know why you don't want
me to say anything while i'm
jerking YOU off, especially
since you never say anything
yourself. don't you want
to talk about it? don't you
want to talk about how
incredibly good it feels
getting jerked off and
spurting cum?"
**
silent guy turns around
and looks at talkative guy.
silent guy says, "i like
my coffee black. you like
yours with lots of cream and
sugar. get it?"
**
talkative guy nods,
smiles. once again,
they are happy
in their relationship,
secure in their love.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Saline, published by Interior Noise Press in 2014. The poem first appeared in BareBack Magazine, June 2014.)