lynx stew

the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy is
asleep and dreaming, and in
the dream that he is having,
a beast is
snarling and snapping at his heels.
uncovered, sweaty, his big
dick hard and throbbing,
he has often had bad dreams,
but this is one of the worst.
the beast is
chasing him as he runs naked
through the woods,
in the dream that the sexy naked big-dicked
teenage boy is having,
he's still a sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy,
but his big dick is not merely big. it
is HUGE, and heavy,
slowing him down, his
dick is so big it's now
knocking at his knees, then
getting tangled in his feet,
in
fact, he's about
to trip over the damn thing, about
to trip over his own damn dick, as he
tries to escape from
the beast, closing in on him.
he wakes up with a shout,
lies there alone on his
back, atop his
bed, his big dick hard and throbbing.
he turns on the bedside lamp.
looks at his dick.
it's big alright,
but not THAT big, certainly not
as big as it was in
the dream. thank goodness. he's glad
to be "normal." he sighs. then,
he realizes his nice big
(big, but "normal big") dick
is hard and eager
as he begins the quick ritual,
tugging on it
until it spurts cum onto his
chest and taut tight belly,
enveloping him in the smell
of boy-musk, manly fluids, the
odor familiar, but, still, no matter
how many times he's smelled it,
no matter how many times he's
smelled his own cum, it's still
a scent that is
dark, and murky, and mysterious.
his nostrils wide and still quivvering,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
reaches up to the bedpost,
grabs an old t-shirt that's
hanging there, and wipes
himself off with it.
then, he leaps out of bed,
jumps out the window,
and runs off into the woods,
saliva dripping down his
chin, his butt cheeks
hard and white, he's running
and running, melding with the
night, happy to be a part of
the night, the darkness, the
fear, but soon he trips
on something, is it a rope,
please let it be a rope,
yeah, that's it, just a little
ole rope...

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)