soon

one thing the lean lithe athletic boy liked
about jerking off in the shower was
that it required absolutely no
clean-up. his cum just spurted out
and washed right on down the drain along with
the soap and the shower-water.
jerking off while lying on his back
on his own bed was his favorite method,
though. it just felt better, there, on his
back in his bed, as though all tactile
sensations were fully focused
on his big throbbing dick, and there was no
competition from a jet of hot water
streaming onto his nipples, or his shoulders, or his
neck, attempting to distract him from
the pure 100% pleasure-center that was
his big hard dick.  clean-up was a bit more
complicated there in bed, of course -- requiring
kleenexes and maybe even a towel.
still, though,
lying totally naked on his back
in his own bed was definitely
his favorite method.
and, one of these days,
even though his bed was skinny and small,
he was going to be lying naked on his back
in his own bed jerking off, and mack was going to
be lying there naked beside him, and mack
was going to be jerking off, too.
mack was the tall sexy dark-haired guy
who sat behind the lean lithe athletic
boy in trigonometry class. mack had
a great deep voice, very articulate, precise,
and sexy. mack was hot. mack ran track on
the high school's track team.
yep, one of these days, the lean lithe athletic
boy and mack were going to be lying
on their backs side-by-side
shoulder-pressed-up-against-shoulder in
this skinny little bed, tugging on their own
big smooth cocks, watching each other
spurt their cum like
hot gooey gysers. the lean lithe athletic
boy thought about such things a lot,
and, in fact, didn't know how much
longer he could wait until
he was in bed with mack, and, in fact, wondered
how he'd waited as long as he had.
time crawled sometimes, and sometimes attacked like
a stinging insect; at any rate, it caused a lot
of plain ole pain. the lean
lithe athletic boy resolved to
make his feelings known to mack
soon, tonight perhaps, perhaps
even now. the lean lithe athletic
boy looked at the telephone on the
table beside his bed. the curtains
brushed it as they quavered in
the breeze that sniffed his
bedroom through the open night-time window.   
the telephone was big, old-fashioned, and tan.
in fact, it was almost ivory, but not quite.
not that any of that mattered, of
course; still, though,
if one stared at that phone long enough,
it might just start ringing all by itself.
he stared at it some more. lifted the receiver.
listened to the dial tone. quickly replaced
the receiver. stared at the phone. and
stared at it some more.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2006)

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the best friday ever

the lean lithe athletic boy woke with a hardon,
woke thinking sexual thoughts, woke
thinking about mack,
woke knowing that this was the day he
had to seduce mack or else.
all except the lean lithe athletic boy
didn't use the word "seduce" inside his
handsome head as his thoughts
and emotions raced frantically along because
"seduce" wasn't really a word
he had ever really used or
thought about, he'd never had sex with
anybody except for himself and as a virgin
he didn't really form aggressive thoughts
like "seduce somebody" inside his sweet gentle
sex-hungry brain.  but he knew he
wanted to do something sexy sexy sexy
REALLY sexy with mack. something
that would involve them both naked,
together, spurting cum, watching
each other, talking, being
together doing sexy things.  the lean lithe
athletic boy threw off the covers
and lay there naked on his back stroking
his big thick hard smooth cock and
thinking about mack. mack was
on the high-school track team. mack
sat behind him in trigonometry class.
mack was tall slender and sexy, with
a wonderful deep, articulate voice.
the lean lithe athletic boy lay there
in his bed on the top floor of the
old country house, the window open,
the warm gentle morning breeze wafting
over his naked body and stirring the
wild curly hairs that dotted his scrotum.
the lean lithe athletic boy
thought about mack's face and thought
about mack's voice and thought about
mack sitting right there behind him
in trigonometry class, and the lean
lithe athletic boy stroked the
entire big smooth length of his
nice thick cockshaft, and soon
the lean lithe athletic boy gasped
and spurted what seemed to be at
least a pint of thick gooey cum
that splattered onto his slender
nicely muscled chest and
onto his taut flat belly and
dribbled into the wiry chaos
of his musky pubic hair.
then, as he wiped himself off with
an old t-shirt that had been hanging
on a bedpost, he thought about mack
some more.  it was friday
morning, and when he drifted
through the rest of the day in kind of a dream
and finally found himself in trigonometry
class that afternoon,
a test was announced for monday, and
as though he were still having a dream, the
lean lithe athletic boy was astonished
when mack tapped him on the shoulder
and said "hey, you wanna study together
for this test?"
and, still
as if in a dream,
the lean lithe athletic boy
turned around and looked at mack and
said, "sure. how about
my house, this afternoon?"
mack grinned, nodded,
said "sure. remind me
where you live", and the
lean lithe athletic boy
told him.  the rest of the
day was just a blur for the
lean lithe athletic boy until
mack knocked on the door.
the lean lithe athletic boy opened
it, said "come on in."
"thanks," said mack. "nice house. old. i
like it."
"thanks" said the lean lithe athletic boy.
"my mom had to work late tonight,
so it's just us."
"cool," said mack.
then they were upstairs
in the lean lithe athletic
boy's bedroom. they sat down,
opened up books, took out notes.
soon, however, it became
apparent that on a friday
afternoon it was going to
be very difficult to
concentrate on studying.
"wanna take a break, go for a run?"
said mack. "sure," said
the lean lithe athletic boy.
"why aren't you on the track
team, anyway?" said mack. "i
see you running by yourself,
by my house, lots of times.
you got good form; you're
built for it."
the lean lithe athletic
boy swallowed. "maybe i'll
try out sometime," he said. "but
i kinda hate groups, organizations.
clubs. i kinda hate em."
"you should give this one a try,"
said mack. "we could always use another
good runner. you should really
think about joining."
"sure, maybe, ok" said the lean lithe athletic
boy, as he thought about sexy sexy
sexy mack and mack's sexy voice and
sexy words and the way mack's sexy
lips moved as the sexy words sexily emerged.
the afternoon continued.
they went outside and ran.
easily. for about 2 miles.
when they returned,
they were both hot and sweaty,
and as they stood in the kitchen
and drank soft drinks,
the lean lithe athletic boy said "well,
maybe we should actually study
some trig," and mack nodded -- "probably
not a bad idea," he said.
and then they went up to the
lean lithe athletic boy's bedroom.
they were sitting there side by side.
they weren't wearing any shirts -- only
the shorts and shoes they'd been running in.
the lean lithe athletic boy
could feel his heart pounding inside
his ears, it was so loud he
was sure it was going to tear holes in
his eardrums.  then he
swallowed, and just said it:
"maybe we could, you
know, take off the rest of our clothes, and
jerk off together?"
the roar of his heartbeat
grew even louder, almost
drowned out mack's answer, which
was "wow. ok. let's do it."
the lean lithe athletic boy
felt many many many extreme
and wild scared and
sexy feelings running
through his entire lean lithe athletic body.
"hell yeah," said mack. "why
not?"  mack stood up, pushed back the
chair.  mack stripped off his shorts
and underpants in one quick easy motion.
then kicked off his shoes, took
off his socks, stood there naked &
beautiful & big-dicked.
the lean lithe athletic
boy undressed, too, just as fast, and
then they were both naked,
big-dicked, standing side
by side in front of the big mirror
that was on the back of the bedroom door,
watching each other jerk
off. the air in the room
felt electric, charged.
in a few more seconds, it happened.
the lean lithe athletic boy started
spurting cum, and barely two
seconds later, so did mack.
they spattered the mirror,
gasping air in and out as their cum
spurted onto the shiny slick
surface of the glass, and started
to dribble down toward the floor.
a few seconds later, the lean
lithe athletic boy wiped it
up with an old t-shirt.
then he threw the t-shirt onto
the floor of the closet, turned
around, and then just kinda
stood there staring at mack.
both mack and the lean lithe athletic
boy were still naked.
"you look good," said mack.
"naked, i mean. not that you
don't look good with clothes
on, but you look REALLY good
naked."
"so do you," said the lean
lithe athletic boy.
and thus began their days of
studying trig together
up in the lean lithe athletic
boy's bedroom. thus began
their days of jerking off
together, naked.  before
mack left that afternoon to go
home for dinner, they also
made plans to go running
the next day,
3 miles at least,
and maybe more. mack
said he would be at
the lean lithe athletic boy's
house at 9 o'clock the next
morning. as a matter of fact,
he got there at quarter till.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2005)