Jeremy Sumpter's Vaseline

Of course I don't know,
but when I fantasize about
cute sexy guys that I've never met
and probably never will, I picture Jeremy Sumpter
smearing a dab of vaseline on his
lips, then on his nipples,
then on his dick, then
on his tight pink little anus.
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well, first it's just a dab of vaseline,
and then it's a LOT of vaseline,
he just goes kinda wild
gently smearing vaseline on
his chest,
his belly,
his butt,
his balls, plastering down the pubic
hair (he never shaves off any of
his pubic hair, he likes his pubic hair,
wiry and thick
and so soft it caresses his fingertips).
he applies vaseline thick and heavy
onto
his anus, and kind of rubs
a little on inside, too,
maybe a little deeper than
he means too
'cause he gets so turned
on by the feel of his finger
all the way inside his
asshole
that he spurts cum at
once, spurts sooner than he
means to,
but well,
it's such a nice trade-off,
a quick bunch of spurts, augumented
by that great feeling of
his vaseline-smeared finger inside
his vaseline-slimy asshole,

he's happy
contented
doesn't wash off the vaseline
right away though
lying on a smooth flat rock
in the forest
the sunlight on his
vaseline-shiny skin
his dick hard again
in no time
precum at its tip

and his nipples
so shiny they are
practically emitting the sunlight
that shines onto them
there in the forest
on the vaseline-smeared
rock upon which
he leaves a shiny vaseline
residue,
evidence of pleasure
evidence of beauty
so pretty it
gleams when he stands up
looks down
the vaseline print of himself
on that smooth gray rock

he stands there looking
down at the vaseline print
of himself on that rock
he stands there jerking off
and when he spurts cum
it lands on the vaseline print
of his vaseline-covered butt cheeks,
thick and slimy whitish cream
a little cum puddle
on the vaseline print of his butt
the rest of him
vaseline-printed there on that rock, too,
shoulders,
heels,
hairy calves
and backs of
smooth muscular thighs


that vaseline print
of himself not washing off until
the next rain
a soft gentle
rain,
sometimes he's there
watching it fade

oh yes he likes the forest
and that rock
and his great big tub
of warm friendly vaseline

--Carl Miller Daniels