zoned for ornithology

oh while the geese are flying overhead
and the three big-dicked good-looking college boys
are lying naked on their
backs side-by-side on a blanket beside a secluded
lake tugging on their own big thick dicks (well, maybe
every now and then, on a
neighbor's big thick dick, too), oh
while those geese are flying overhead
and honking and honking and honking,
one of the good-looking big-dicked college boy
says "HONK HONK HONK -- that's a good sound
to accompany jerking off together, isn't it?"
and the other two good-looking naked big-dicked
college boys readily agree and then as
they lie there jerking off together,
they find that they are all three jerking
off to the rhythm of the geese honking:
HONK! HONK! HONK! and along with each HONK!,
each good-looking big-dicked college boy
tugs on his own big hard dick (or maybe, he just
reaches over and tugs on the big hard dick of
his neighbor), and, as the three
good-looking big-dicked naked college
boys lie there side-by-side jerking off,
they soon find themselves saying
"HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK!" in unison with
the geese and in unison with each other
and in unison with the rhythmic tugs
on their own great big hard smooth dicks and
they just lie there like that
for a few minutes more, until
the geese have passed overhead,
and yet the three big-dicked
naked good-looking college boys are still saying
"HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK!" together,
giggling now, and soon they are saying   
"SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!" as they
spurt their cum and watch themselves
spurt their cum, and now the next
flock of birds flies over,
sparrows, this time, chirping
away giddy and sweet, like ecstacy itself,
in the sky, the clouds bright white,
and oh so fluffy; maybe the sparrows
are actually warblers, or cuckoos, it's
difficult to tell at this distance --
or pear-shaped boomerangs,
slung wild and skittish.
going going gone.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2009)