jabber jabot

the lullaby being whispered in wyatt's ear
did nothing to dampen the sensation of
erotic howling that
he felt at the moment of insertion, at
the moment in which
paul slowly inserted his big
smooth dick deep into
wyatt's tight pink little asshole.
paul sang gently, almost
nonchalantly, as he fucked
wyatt's tight little asshole, as he
stuck his cock all the way
into wyatt's asshole, and
began pumping away.
wyatt lay there on his belly,
flat on the ground,
as paul fucked him, and sang to him,
and wyatt's sense
that this was the best thing
that had ever happened to him,
would ever happen to him,
could ever happen to him, for as
long as he lived,
grew stronger as his own dick
stiffened and pulsed, became a
warm thick iron pipe pressed
against his belly, between
him and the
ground, and
he heard paul say "god i love
fucking your tight
little ass!" and paul
went on fucking,
push in pull back a little
push in pull back
a little push in
and
wyatt lay there, spread
his legs a little
wider lifted his
butt a little
higher
as paul fucked wyatt's
tight pink asshole.
then,
paul pulled out entirely,
and stood up.
wyatt rolled over onto
his sweaty back and
looked up at paul.
they both started
tugging on their
hard smooth dicks, paul
standing there over wyatt,
wyatt lying on the ground
beneath him.
paul was smiling.
wyatt was smiling, too, as
they tugged on their dicks.
it was a hot summer day,
they were on a hilltop,
in a meadow,
and the breeze was warm
and gentle.
then paul started spurting cum.
it plopped right onto wyatt's
chest, right between
wyatt's tight little
nipples, as wyatt, too, started
spurting cum.
they spurted cum for what
seemed like hours, yes, wyatt and
paul,
the love/sex story of wyatt and
paul they'd still be talking
about years from now, in
their own little apartment
far far away, as they crept toward
old age, but now,
wyatt and paul
wyatt and paul
it's them wyatt and paul going
at it again
having wild hard sex
out in the sunny meadow
wyatt and paul  
living out their sex fantasies wet
and smelly and cum-soaked,
living their fuck-me-in-the-hot-
sunny-meadow fantasy
because they are that fantasy, and can
live it now --
two sexy naked big-dicked
teenage boys
on their high-school track
team, in love with each other,
in love with each other's
slender hard hot sexy
fucking beautiful bodies,
going at it again
there
on that hilltop, spurting
cum in
that warm sunny meadow,
they're spurting and spurting
and spurting hot gooey cum
onto wyatt's hot slimy belly until
they're done
until they both stopped spurting, and
they smile, and sigh.
paul started singing to
wyatt again.
what was it?
wyatt had never
heard it before.
he suspected paul
was making it
up on the spot.
paul was like
that. paul
went right
on singing
to wyatt
as wyatt
fingertipped
their cum
on his chest -- he lay
there smearing their
cum around
and listening to
paul's song --
paul's sweet goofy song --
something about
turtles' penises, and
ice cream, and
48 clever ways to
spend the
5th of july.

--Carl Miller Daniels