do you believe in watercress?  

down by the water hole, all the
cattle gather, to drink, and stomp in
the mud, and splash around to
cool themselves, and drive away
the flies. the place smells of
manure and mud and cow's breath.
**
standing off, away from all
that, at the edge of the meadow,
two sexy big-dicked farm boys
are tugging on each other's big
smooth dicks, urging each
other to spurt cum, see
who can spurt first. they
tug and tug and
say dirty things in
each other's ears
and actually it's a tie,
they both spurt at the
same time, their knees
going weak and their
eyes flashing fire
as they spurt cum
and spurt cum and
spurt cum.
**
the cattle are just
about done walking
around in the water hole
and clomping through
the mud and
are leaving as a
wet muddy herd.
**
"there they go," says
one of the sexy big-dicked farm boys.
"yup, there they go," says
the other
sexy big-dicked farm boy.
they shake the last droplets
of cum off the tips
of their dicks,
zip up their pants,
and, just for fun,
lick the tips of each other's
tongues. the earth
goes right on spinning,
and, that night at
dinner, they touch each
other's knees
under the table,
crickets in the
bushes outside the
kitchen window, make
chirpy bird-like
sounds, but anyone with
any sense, knows
they're really just
crickets, 6 legs, 2
antennae, crispy
exoskeletons, no feathers,
and just
in the mood to
chirp.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)