radio fern

the riches that landed upon his plate
were jolly little things, shiny
and bright -- in fact, almost incandescent.
a sexy and big-dicked young man, he tended
to be rather shallow,
and was easily taken in by such goodies.
they made him smile, and his heartbeat
became fluttery, and extra-special-good.
the sexy big-dicked young man
stared at his riches-filled plate some more,
touched the objects one or two more times,
and then headed off to the forest
yet again, to renounce materialism
and material goods.  this was
approximately his one thousandth attempt
at that exercise, and, as he
stood in the temple-like silence
of the softly-lighted woods,
as always, he took off all
his clothes, and lifted
his arms towards the sky.
the sexy big-dicked young man
watched the dappled light filtering
between the delicate branches of the
religious-looking trees,
and his dick got hard,
and, as always,
he tugged upon it quite gently
while over and over renouncing
his love of sweet shiny things.
his rhythm was perfect, as he
tugged and tugged,
and, after several moments
of near-perfect bliss,
he spurted what felt like
a gallon of cum, and his
toes, nipples, and asshole tingled
with almost as much
pure pleasurable orgasmic
electricity as did his big smooth dick.
then,
the sexy big-dicked young man
stood there naked and alone,
his big dick drooping and dripping
a last little drop of cum,
and, now, just like
those thousand other times
when he was here, alone,
naked in the universe,
repentent, revitalized,
cum freshly spurted,
toes wriggling in
the pine-scented soil,
once again he renounced materialism,
renounced the glitter and sheen
of all bright shiny things,
and
now, once again,
he was sure
he was pure.  

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)