breakfast, saturday

when the lean lithe athletic boy woke up,
he had been dreaming about his boyfriend mack.
now, the lean lithe athletic boy
pushed the covers
completely off of himself. he lay
there alone naked on his back on top
of his skinny little twin bed,
curling and uncurling his toes,
looking at the considerable
size of his own big hard cock.
he wrapped the fingers of
his right hand around it,
and began gently stroking it
up and down the complete length of its
thick smooth shaft.
in no time at all, he gasped, spurted
about a dozen big globs
of cum all over his chest
and belly, and wiped them
off of himself with a t-shirt
that he'd hung on his bed-post
before going to bed.
the t-shirt was still crispy
from the cum he'd spurted
last night before going
to sleep. he held the shirt
up to his nose,
and inhaled.
the aroma of his
old, crispy cum mixed
with the aroma of his hot
freshly-spurted cum was
earthy, primal, sexual,
sexy.  he got out of bed,
tossed the t-shirt onto the
floor of his closet, and went
into the bathroom and took
a shower.  then he got
dressed and went downstairs.
his mom was sitting at the
kitchen table, sipping
coffee, reading the newspaper.
"good morning," she said.
"good morning," he said.
"there's toast and jam,"
she said. "and orange
juice." "sounds nice,"
he said, as his mother made
the toast and poured
the juice. she'd be
going off to work soon,
and he'd have to mow their lawn,
and do some weeding, and
then the really good part
of the day would begin:
mack would be here at 10:30 a.m.
and mack was never late;
that was just one of
the many things the lean lithe
athletic boy liked about mack.
the lean lithe athletic boy
spread on the raspberry jam,
and eyed the front page
of the local section of the
newspaper that was lying
on the kitchen table--he saw
a photo that caught his eye--
the face of a
very handsome young
man who had just won first
place in a high-school
track event.  the photo
was of mack, the tall
sexy guy who sat behind
him in trigonometry class.
the lean lithe athletic
boy had fallen in love
with mack several months
ago, and mack had fallen
in love with him. since then,
he and mack
had spent many many afternoons
up in the lean lithe
athletic boy's bedroom, after
school, studying trig, doing sexy
stuff together, lying in
bed naked and listening to the radio.
they had spurted a lot of cum
together during these past
months--a heck of a lot of cum.
now, seeing that
photo of mack in the paper
felt nice. "that's
a good picture of mack, isn't
it?" said the lean lithe
athletic boy's mom. "yeah, it
is," said the lean lithe
athletic boy.  one of
these days the lean
lithe athletic boy
was going to tell
his mom exactly what
mack meant to him,
one of these days. today,
the lean lithe
athletic boy and mack
were going running
after the lawn work was
done. after their run,
they would come back
here, rush upstairs, strip naked,
climb into bed together, and
fool around for at least an hour--
they'd both cum at least
twice, maybe more.
and they'd talk about stuff, all
kinds of stuff -- sexy stuff,
and plain ole stuff. they'd
eat lunch downstairs, then go back
upstairs, and fool around some more,
lying there naked, warm and
sexy side-by-side on top
of the lean lithe athletic boy's
skinny little twin bed.
now, sitting here in the
kitchen, eating his toast and jam,
just thinking about mack and the day
ahead of them,
the lean lithe athletic boy
had sprouted quite a hardon;
it was relentless there under
the kitchen table. when his
mom left, he didn't
get out of his chair.
he just said "see you
this evening" and she
said "see you then."

--Carl Miller Daniels (2005)