southern comfort

between the barking dogs, and the yowling cats,
the sexy big-dicked young man could get no sleep.
he lay on his back, naked, all the covers thrown off,
the deep-south night hot and sticky.
might as well jerk off for a while.
maybe it'd quiet down after.
so, the sexy naked big-dicked young man spread
his legs, pushed
his smooth sexy butt into the
mattress, and started tugging on his big hard dick,
as the dogs barked, and the cats yowled,
and, on top of that, the treefrogs
chirped and peeped, all of this
going on outside his open window
as the hot wet night air oozed its
way into his moist stuffy bedroom.
the dogs barked.
he tugged on his dick.
the cats yowled.
he tugged on his dick some more.
the treefrogs squeaked and peeped.
he tugged on his dick some more.
he lay there tugging and tugging
and breathing deep and his chest
was sweaty and his nipples were
sweaty and his butt was sweaty
and the sheets were damp
as he tugged and tugged
and, finally,
he winced and gasped and started
spurting cum. he spurted cum and
spurted cum and spurted cum
until he thought this has
to be "it" -- just about
the entire best fuckin' orgasm
of his whole entire life,
and then, it was over.
and, remarkably,
the dogs stopped barking.
the cats stopped yowling.
the treefrogs stopped their incessant
peeping and squeaking.
then,
the sexy naked big-dicked young man
cleaned himself off,
yawned and stretched,
touched his dick a
couple more times
as if daring somebody
to make a sound --
nothing -- still silence --
as he closed
his eyes and drifted off to
sleep.  the moist southern
air crawls right in through
the window, though, fills
his lungs, soothes his
throat. the fingers of one
hand are still wrapped
around the
furry base of his
big smooth dick, caressing it
gently, as the honeysuckle
silently licks the tips of
his little pink nipples.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)