rampant optimism

"that little tiny acorn that grows into
a mighty oak, really is a miracle,"
thinks the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy.
the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy is
standing in the middle of the forest, looking
up at the sunlight filtering through the
leaves and branches that arch above his handsome head.
the forest is very quiet, with just the
hint of a breeze moving the leaves of the trees,
vibrating lightly the fronds of
the ferns that are growing near his feet.
the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy
stands there with his big smooth dick hard and throbbing--
it is jutting thick and
vigorously upward toward the big craggly branches.
the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy
is tugging on his big smooth dick as he
savors his surroundings, his place in
the scheme of things.
"those little tiny acorns, really are miracles,
the way they grow into these giant mountains
of trees,"
thinks the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy,
as he tugs on his big hard dick faster, and
licks his full pouty lips. he is just about at
the moment of orgasm, just about to
start spurting cum, he's
tugging on his dick at an almost frantic pace
when an acorn falls on his
head. he has to laugh, and,
as he laughs, he spurts
about 20 spurts of thick gooey
cum. the orgasm feels so good
that his knees go weak and
his heart flutters erratically for
a few seconds, then resumes
its normal steady rhythm. he
bends over and picks up
the acorn, examines it,
pushes its pointy tip
against his thumb. "you got
funny timing, you little rascal,"
he says to the acorn, as he touches
the top of his head, and moves his
fingers amongst the think strands
of pale blond hair. there's no bump on
his head from the acorn hit, no nick,
there's no damage at all. just his awareness
of the funny timing. i mean, who'd
have thought an acorn would hit
him right on the top of his
head right when he was jerking off? right
when he was about to cum? what
kind of timing is that?
what are the odds? then, kind of
grinning a sweet goofy grin,
the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy
bends over again, pushes
his fingertips into the soil, and
buries that acorn a couple inches
deep, speculating,
as he does,
on life, fate, coincidence,
things that grow,
and things that drip,
the last drop of
cum that was clinging to the
tip of his dick,
sliding off, landing atop the
soil that now covers
the newly planted acorn,
fertilizing it, perhaps, for
the grand destiny that he is envisioning.
for certainly
a big tree can indeed grow from
a tiny acorn, there in
the forest. just look. the proof
is all around.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)