clean cuticles
"sometimes when i
think about hot naked guys fucking each other,
then, i want to get fucked, too,"
says one sexy college sophomore boy to another
sexy college sophomore boy.
the sexy college sophomore boy who has just
said that he wants to get fucked says it
softly, kind of secretively. the two
boys are talking, all alone, late
at night, in the dorm room of the
boy who wants to get fucked. both
boys are kind of drunk. neither
boy has ever had sex with
anyone before, male or female.
they swallow a few more gulps
from their sweaty-glassed drinks.
both boys are swimmers
on the college swim team.
both boys are VERY good-looking.
"i'll fuck you if you want me
to," says the second boy, the
boy to whom the confession of
wanting to get fucked has been made.
there is a moment of true
silent tension and awkwardness.
both sexy college boys take
a few more swallows from their
drinks. the boy who wants
to get fucked takes off
his clothes. the boy who
is going to fuck him does so, too.
both boys are astonishingly
beautiful. their dicks are
hard, and smooth.
the boy who wants to
get fucked opens up
the cabinet above the sink
and hands the other boy
a tub of vaseline. "use
this," he says to the
boy who is going to fuck him.
then the boy who is going
to get fucked gets down
on the rug on his hands
and knees, and waits.
he gets fucked very
quickly, kind of a harsh shove
and grunt, and it's over.
the boy who fucks him
cums very very quickly,
pulls his dick out,
stands up. the boy
who has just got fucked
stands up, too. they
are staring at each other.
the boy who just got
fucked jerks off,
and spurts his cum
right onto the rug.
both boys are drunker
than they thought they
were. both boys are
studying themselves,
looking at their sexy naked
sweaty bodies. "jesus,"
says the boy who just
got fucked. "let's take
a shower," says the boy
who just fucked him.
so, they grab a towel,
put on their robes,
and head down to
the dormitory shower.
it is late, late
at night. they
are the only ones
there, standing in the
hot steamy shower,
washing and scrubbing,
enjoying the feel
of the soap, the slipperiness
of the lemon-scented shampoo.
--Carl Miller Daniels (2010)
Monday, June 27, 2022
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it's like a poem
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