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one night an attractive
17-yr-old boy knocked
on his parents' bedroom door.
his mother, dressed in a long white
overly-fluffy bathrobe, opened the door.
his father lay in bed with the
covers up to his nipples
and waved in a friendly manner.
the sexy 17-yr-old boy
said, "i'm going out to
have sex for the first time
in my whole entire life,
hopefully with a tall
muscular good-looking guy."
the mother and father nodded
warmly, and smiled.  the mother said
"ok but be sure and
pick somebody as nice and good-hearted
and sweet as you are.  i hear
that that tommy schmidt down on 4th and Humbolt
is real nice.  maybe you should go talk to
him."
the son nodded and said that he would.
the father nodded cheerfully.
the mother beamed.
she gently closed the bedroom door.
and so it was that the son left his parents' house
and went directly to the
apartment building on 4th and Humbolt.
with no hesitation at all, he
knocked on tommy schmidt's door.
tommy schmidt answered immediately.
he was 19.  he was wearing only a towel.
he was hot and sexy-looking and he
had sweet, gentle, kind, human eyes.
the son said to tommy schmidt, "i want
to have sex with you.  and then i want
you to come home with me and meet
my parents.  is that okay with you?"
tommy schmidt said "why yes, i do
believe it is"
and the son went inside and
tommy schmidt closed the door
and they talked and fell in love
and had many hours of hot
varied sex.  and so it was
that the son brought tommy schmidt home
to meet his parents.  it happened
the very next day, shortly before dinnertime.
the parents liked tommy schmidt
instantly.  they invited
him to stay for dinner.  for dinner, there was
home-made parsnip soup, with
a crisp tossed garden salad, & crackers.
everyone talked and carried on
like they'd known each other for
ages.  "i like your parents" said
tommy schmidt.  "let's chew
real slow and savor
everything."
it was a lovely meal.  it was
all simply too, too delicious.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem appeared in FUCK!, Vol 2, No 12, December 1999.)