long sleeves

the teenage boy looked good. he looked
good in regular clothes,
and he looked good in tight-fitting clothes.
and, in tight-fitting clothes,
his genitals created an excellent bulge, and
so that was nice.
**
he had a handsome face.
he had muscles.
he was sexy.
**
as the days went on, he
was to discover that others, too,
thought he looked good.
**
not that he let his good looks
go to his head.
not that knowing he looked good
made him feel kind of wild, or
entitled.
**
not that he was
arrogant, or anything.
**
but...
sometimes he wondered...
when does a person look so good
that he kinda becomes a
deity?
worshipped by others, and for nothing
other than their good looks.
deserved or not, that kind of
attention sure felt
mighty nice.
**
didn't it?
**
of course it did.
**
soooo...
alone in his bed at night,
naked,
he touches his body all over,
everyplace he can reach,
which is just about all of them.
**
oh god
he felt good to the touch.
each and every part of him.
god he felt good
lying there touching himself like that.
**
god. god. god.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)