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when wriggling his sexy little butt naked in front
of the mirror,
the skinny effeminate boy dreamed
of being raped by a big burly man.
the skinny effeminate boy
realized that such thoughts were
dangerous and inappropriate,
but, well
he still had them.
the skinny effeminate boy stood
naked in front of the big mirror
that was on the back of his
bedroom door, his back to the
mirror, and he looked over
his shoulder, as
best he could, at his nice-looking
butt. golly, he had a lovely
butt, smooth, perfect, not a
blemish, not a blotch.
the skinny effeminate boy
turned around and faced the
mirror full-on, and his big dick
was hard and thick and
throbbing, his pubic
hair shaved meticulously
away only a few moments
ago.  he'd used a plastic
disposable razor and lots
of shaving cream to shave
off the gosh-dern stuff.
pubic hair--he just didn't
like it, not on himself,
anyway.  it just seemed, well,
it just seemed so damn
masculine, so damn MALE.
oh, of course
the skinny effeminate boy
wasn't ignorant of such things.
he knew that women as well as
men had pubic hair.
still, though, pubic hair
just seemed male, especially
a big thick thatch of it,
which is what he imagined
curled and swirled and
bristled around the genitals
of the big burly man that
he wanted to rape him.
the skinny effeminate boy
stood there in front of
his mirror, his big dick
throbbing, and, as he
thought about his potential
rapist, and pictured the
harsh vivid solidness of
the man,
the skinny effeminate boy
spurted cum right onto the
mirror, without even
touching himself.
it just, happened.
this sort of thing
had happened before.
it felt good,
still, though,
what a big fuckin' mess.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2011)