sure

it's hard to believe that the hope of the world
exists between the legs of
the lean lithe athletic teenage boy. that
his smooth firm penis and that his gently wrinkled
sac of two smooth and equal-sized egg-shaped
testicles are the center of it all.
yes, it's hard to believe that the ultimate
reason for optimism about the fate of
the entire planet coalesces in the resting genitalia
of the lean lithe athletic teenage boy,
as he stands naked in the woods,
musing on the meaning of the
the light breeze that caresses him
with what feels like love, that
further ruffles the tousled hair
on his head, that plays with the
soft wispiness of his lightly curled public
hair, that licks the oh-so sensitive
spot between the back of his
scrotum and the front of
his tight pink asshole. yes, it's hard
to believe that the fate of the entire world
exists at the tip of his hard young
cock, right at the entrance
to his harshly pink peehole,
and that those balls of his
have so much to offer, in
the ultimacy that is the greater
nature of the big vast scheme of things.
the lean lithe athletic teenage boy,
however,
has no trouble believing any of
this. he jerks himself off,
gasps with pleasure at the
moment of electricjolt of orgasm,
flashes his most winning grin,
and, well,
he knows what he knows.

--Carl Miller Daniels