one possible course of action

in the battleground that was his bedroom,
the tall sexy young man
battled himself.
he battled himself for control
of his masturbatory inclinations.
he battled himself to be a better person,
to follow lofty goals, study well, get
good grades, interact effectively with
appropriate and significant and
worthwhile people.
mainly, though, what he liked
to do was get drunk and watch
pornographic movies and masturbate.
how could this be a bad thing
when he felt so good while
engaged in these activities?
he liked it there, alone,
the videotape running images
of all those beautiful naked
young men spurting their hot gooey
wads of cum. in fact, he himself looked
just as good as
more than one of these
sexy naked young men in the
videotapes that he watched
while holding his big smooth
nicely shaped dick in his
hands and playing with himself.
he looked good. he felt
good. his dick felt good
when it was hard and
being expertly fiddled
with by none other
than himself.  still,
though, he needed to study.
he needed to get good grades.
he needed to meet and interact
with appropriate people.
in short, he needed to make time
for everything that was not particularly
fun, and give up doing things
that were completely blissfully totally fun.
one morning he woke up naked
in his room with a hardon
and threw off the covers
and was just lying there
on his back playing with
his cock when his roommate,
a maniacal diabolical and
beautiful blonde young man
shoved open the door and
rushed in and caught
him in the act.
"Ha!" said the blonde roommate.
"Caught ya!"
instantly, the tall sexy young man
stopped masturbating and
pulled the covers up over
himself. "oh don't do that!"
said the sexy blonde roommate, laughing
maniacally.  "just feel free
to be yourself."
"what are you high on?" said
the tall sexy young man.
"various legal and illegal substances,"
said his sexy blonde roommate.
"both."
"thought so," said the tall sexy young man
who was lying on his back in his own
bed his cock long and thick and hard
under the covers.
"so go ahead," said his sexy blonde roommate.
"go ahead and uncover yourself and play with
your dick,
and i think i'll feel free to do the same."
at that instant, the sexy blonde roommate
stripped
off his pants and kicked off his underpants
and unpeeled his tight t-shirt and pulled
it off over his head
and then he started tugging on his big smooth
dick.
soon, it seemed like only a nano-blink of time and they
were both in the bed and they were tugging
very capably & with great skill and
seemingly innate operating knowledge on each other's
big hard dicks. and sooner still, lying
there on their backs their hands all over
each other's dicks and balls and bellies,
they were spurting about a pint of cum,
each, and then they were lying there
naked and gorgeous and big-dicked and gasping and looking
up at the ceiling.
the tall sexy young man said to his sexy blonde roommate
"i didn't even know you were gay"
and the sexy blonde roommate
said "oh who knows, i just felt like getting off,
and suddenly i just felt like getting off
with you."
"oh" said the tall sexy young man.
they lay there on their backs staring at
the ceiling and at each other, and
finally they wipe the cum off of themselves
with the blonde guy's t-shirt,
and just as they're about to get out
of bed, they change their minds
and spend the next three days in
bed with each other performing wild pleasureable
fantastic and extremely sexual maneuvers
and spurting cum and spurting cum
and spurting cum and they miss
classes they miss meetings
they miss gatherings
and at the end of the three
days
they realize
what they don't in fact miss
is any of that.
they spend the next 2 weeks
in bed, really only getting
out of bed every now and then to use the bathroom
and eat food, and everything's just
pretty much totally out of
control,
and they don't
miss control.
the phone rings.they don't answer it.
people knock on their door. they
tell them to go away.
tests are missed. exams are skipped.
essays are not turned it.term papers are ignored.
they spurt cum and spurt cum
and spurt cum and lick and kiss
and taste each other hour in and
hour out, and
then,
they get down to really
serious love-making,
their life's a blur, a dream,
a wisp of imagination,
and they vow
to keep it that way
as long as possible.
in a couple-three months,
they feel kinda sorta bad
about simply letting the rest
of the world go. they kiss
each other bravely and put
on some clothes and go
out to walk in the park,
the evening light creamy-pink
and tan,
the stars just starting to
peek through in the dusky sky.
"let's go back to bed," says
the tall sexy young man.
"works for me" says his sexy
blonde roommate.
they get lots of exercise
in bed. no flab grows on
them. they eat when
necessary. drink as
appropriate.
they can't keep their
hands off of each other
and each other's big hard
constantly cum-spurting dicks.
there is a constant
aroma of cum in the
bedroom.
there is no sense
that any of this
is going to end.
no sense at all.
after a while,
parents stopped sending
tuition money. so they
both had to get jobs.
they got crappy dull
dead-end jobs that
paid enough for rent
and groceries and allowed
them every single night
of the week to have
wild unfettered abandoned
sexual activity.
it's possible for this
sort of thing
to go on for quite a while.
it really truly is.
They had no regrets, no
doubts; they were
doing what they needed to do.
the rest of the world
was just kinda a dream,
an annoyance, a bother,
something to shut out
at the end of the day
as they lay blissfully kissing each
other's lips and pumping
cum out the peeholes of
their big sturdy dicks.
So see what a simple "Caught ya!"
might get you, if you
time things right?


--Carl Miller Daniels (2004)