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"without a reason to be alive, what's
the point of being alive?" wondered
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy.
for him, at this moment,
the point of being alive was
sexual pleasure. tugging on his dick.
spurting cum. as a matter of fact,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy was
currently jerking off, tugging gently
on his big hard smooth thick dick,
but, he knew that orgasm would soon
occur, and then what? what would he
do to fill the time until
he could get hard again and spurt
cum again? what would he do
with all that "betweenness" -- what
would he do with all that "down time"?
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
tugged slowly and skillfully on
his dick, and quite gently, too -- prolonging
the pleasure of masturbation for as long
as possible, and then, and then,
the inevitable occurred, and
he stood there hot sweaty and naked
and tingling electrically and pleasurably
all over as his big hard dick spurted cum, and
spurted cum, and spurted yet more cum,
great big gooey thick drippy hot blobs of
it, and then, he was done.
the last little
droplet drooled on
out, and it
was over.
all done.
finished.
"i came," the sexy naked
big-dicked teenage boy
whispered
to no one in particular,
for, as far as he knew,
no one else was
there.
so the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
stood there in the middle of
the forest, all alone,
wondering what now what now what now.
the birds were chirping all around
him. insects and other little beasties
were making trilling and clicking-clacking
sounds all around him.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy put
on his clothes slowly,
sat down on a fallen tree,
contemplated the wait-time.
2 hours? 3 hours? maybe, if
he was lucky, only an hour
until he could get hard and spurt cum
again. but now,
the clouds drifted overhead as though
they had no idea where they were going,
or even how long they would exist.
he could identify with that.
he shrugged, stood up, look around.
what now, what next, what
to do what to do.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)