Saturday, January 22, 2022

well, sometimes the mind just boggles

anybody with any sense about this sort of
thing knows
that
high-school boys
jerk off.
the high-school quarterback jerks off.
all the
basketball players jerk off.
the skinny blonde little valedictorian jerks off.
the tall wiry wide-shouldered baseball-team pitcher
jerks off. and all the sociopathic skateboarders jerk off --
as does the editor of the high-school literary magazine.
hey, high-school
boys just jerk off. it's a fact.
some high-school boys jerk off while really loud blaring nihilistic
music plays into their ears.
some jerk off while under the influence
of forbidden substances.
some jerk off while looking at sexy magazines
or while watching pornographic movies.
usually, high-school
boys jerk off
when they are
alone.
but, there are exceptions.
for example,
one night a
good-looking
high-school baseball player brings home another
good-looking high-school baseball player
teammate friend of his.
no parents are home.
nothing's going on. the boy who lives there
swipes the
bourbon from the liquor cabinet.
he & his guest
take
the bottle & two glasses back to his bedroom.
they drink. they talk. they drink
some more. they talk some
more. before too long
the phrase "horny as
hell" is being bandied about.
more bourbon is sipped. the phrase
"horny as hell" is bandied about
some more. the boy whose
bedroom they are in pronounces
the phrase
"HOR-neeeee as HELL". his guest pronounces it
"HORN-eye" (as in eyeball) "as HAAAAAAY-UHL",
and accompanies that pronunciation with a big, goofy,
and rather charming, grin.
before too much longer, the
boy whose bedroom they are in reaches
far far underneath his mattress and
retrieves 6 dirty magazines -- each
magazine consisting of lots of photos
of "sex-starved mature women"
getting fucked by "extra-horny
18-year-old virgin boys!" --
the boy whose room it is
says "let's take a peek at these" and
he and his guest
start flipping through pages, and
the guest says
"Wow. these are HOT. where did you GET these anyway?"
"internet," says the boy whose room
it is.  "jeeeezzz" says his guest,
and then those
two sexy skinny handsome
high-school-team baseball players
look at
those dirty magazines, and then
the big-dicked sexy baseball player high-school guy
whose room it is
starts jerking off, first kinda like he's trying
to keep it a secret; he sorta kinda
hides what he's doing by
reaching underneath his pants, but then
he takes another sip of bourbon, and then
he just says "fuck it" and
he unzips his pants and frees his
big cock and it's just jutting
out into the room.  the boy who
is the guest gets a real
eye-full of what is going on, and he shrugs and
grins a little sheepishly and
then he unzips his own pants and
frees his own big cock, and then
these two baseball player high-school teammate guys
sit there drinking some more of the bourbon
and looking at the dirty magazines and
stroking their cocks.  they peek at each
other, from time to time, as if by accident,
while looking at the magazines. they get
real good looks at each other's
big hard cocks.
after a little while, the guy whose room it is
stands up
and doesn't even try to hide his
big ole jutting-out hardon,
and he opens a drawer and tosses
a towel to his guest, and he
takes another towel for himself. "use
this" says the boy whose bedroom
they are in. and
they sit there, the boy whose room it is
on his own bed, and his guest sitting in a chair,
and actually they are facing each other
and they can see exactly what is
going on,
their big dicks jutting out and up
through the open flies of their pants.
they keep on jerking off, settling
right on into the pace and
techniques they normally
use when they are alone, and before
long they spurt their big hot gooey smelly
gobs of
cum into their recently assigned towels.
then they slump back and
there's an awkward moment of silence, and
then the boy whose room it is says "damn i must
be drunk i wouldn't jerk off
in front of you otherwise,"
and his guest
says "same here."
and then they both nod and maneuver
their big dicks back into their
pants and zip up their pants
and throw the towels into
the laundry hamper,
and
the boy
whose room it is says, "there's
no need anybody else needs
to know about this, anyway, fuck
it." and the boy who is his guest
says "what business is it of
anybody else's, besides who
am i gonna tell?" and they drink
a bit more bourbon, and the boy
whose room it is carefully
places all 6 magazines back in their
spot far far underneath his mattress,
and then the two baseball player
teammates hot-looking skinny sexy
high-school boys
sit there and try to
have a decent conversation,
but they don't really know
what to talk about, so they
turn on the television and
sit there bleary-eyed bourbon-buzzed
and watch it, and soon
the guy who is the guest is half-asleep,
and the guy whose room it is is staring at
his half-asleep guest, and he's thinking
his half-asleep guest has a really
big cock -- bigger than his own -- and he's really glad he
got to see his guest's big cock hard and spurting cum,
it's fascinating to see somebody else spurt
cum, the way they breathe, the way
the cum spurts out in 20 big gooey gobs,
how big and shiny their cockhead gets, it
changes shape almost as much as the
rest of their cock.
and the guy whose room it
is just reaches on over and unzips
his guest's pants & reaches on in
& starts playing with his guest's
big smooth rapidly hardening cock,
and his half-asleep
guest kinda wakes up and says "what
are you doin?" and the guy whose room
it is
says
"well, what does it look like i'm doing? i'm
playing with your cock.
so sue me."
but instead of doing that, the guy that was
half-asleep pulls his own pants
all the way down, and kicks off
his underpants, too, and he lies there
letting the boy whose room it is fiddle
with his cock.
the guy whose room it is says "it's
the booze" and the now-wide-awake
guest says "yeah, it's GOTTA be the
booze" and they pause
just a few seconds so they can both
strip off all their clothes & sip
a little more bourbon.
and soon they are in fact
both
lying on the bed of the guy whose
room it is, and they are drinking
a little bit more and a
little bit more, and
they're playing with each other's
big hard cocks,
and they're both liking having
their fingers on each
other's big hot dicks and
looking at each other hard-dicked,
fiddling with each other's
hard dicks some more,
the sensation of hot smooth
dick against fingertips and hot sweaty palms,
and yes they're both drunk,
"boy are we drunk" they say from
time to time,
and they both
know jerking each other
off isn't really gay sex,
it's just fooling around
drunk, and that everything
is ok. "this is totally OK" says
the boy whose room it is. "this is
just letting off a little
steam, is all."
"yep," says his guest. "just letting
off a little
steam."
his guest is in fact lying flat on his back buck naked
sprawled out on the bed his
arms over his head his big
dick hard and throbbing,
and the boy whose room
it is takes another sip
of bourbon and
spits out just a little bit of
the bourbon onto his guest's
tiny little pinkish-purple naked
nipples,
and his guest grins goofily,
and the boy whose
room it is starts licking
the bourbon off of his
guest's nipples really really delicately
with the tip of his tongue
while the guest who is having his own stiffened nipples
so gently licked
reaches over
and quite delicately with
a great deal of finesse,
palpates with one
fingertip the soft moist
barely open anus of the
boy who is licking his stiff little pointy
nipples,
and
meanwhile the high-school
quarterback is
jerking off naked all alone lying on
his back in his own highly
air-conditioned 63 degrees F room,
and while he's tugging on his
great big big-headed cock, what
he's also doing is this:
he's
wondering what the heck is going
on out there in the
rest of this great big, big ole world.
he thinks he hears something
when two big-dicked naked baseball players
in a bedroom somewhere kinda nearby
gasp & spurt their cum &
start kissing each other passionately on
the lips, but then the big ole hairy
quarterback just shrugs & tugs,
& gets on with it.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2004)

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