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the flowers that bloomed in the spring made
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy want to spurt cum.
the leaves that reddened and dropped in the autumn breezes
made
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy want to spurt cum.
standing alone in
the middle of the woods,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
smelled the air and
watched the birds
and listened to the clicky-clack trills of
mysterious hidden insects
and
it was there,
standing in the woods,
the sunlight warm and friendly on his broad sexy shoulders,
that
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
tugged on his big hard throbbing dick
and
looked at the sky
and looked
at the
leaves vibrating at the tips of their
branches in
the mossy-scented breeze
and
and it was there that
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
tugged on his big hard throbbing dick
and tugged gently and then tugged
some more
until
every cell in his body acknowledged
the certainty of
impending orgasm
and then
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
spurted cum and spurted cum
and spurted cum
and
the breeze licked his tiny little
nipples
and
stimulated his tight pink little asshole
and
his cum plopped onto the ground
ten feet in front
of him
and the puddle
of
fresh cum dribbled from
that spot ten feet away
from him
all the way to a spot
right between his feet
as though it were a plume
shot from a fire extinguisher
and
it was then
that
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
groaned and growled, almost a sob,
as
the birds sang and the insects
made their strange and mysterious
clicks and clacks
and the breeze moved the leaves
starting to turn
red in the fall,
the
flowers of spring   
suddenly a sweet, sad, and strangely twisted
memory.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Saline, published by Interior Noise Press in 2014.)