peripheral vision

goodness gracious, the lullabies have come to life and
turned to screams.
the sacrosancticity of the midmorning
jerk-off break
has been challenged.
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys everywhere
are being told that they must engage
in this activity all alone,
without friends,
without comments,
without the communal sharing of ecstacy.
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys everywhere
are told that they
must do what they do
in an empty little room,
in a bathroom, perhaps,
and all by themselves,
and just shut up about
what they are doing.
the jubilation of jerking off
and spurting big gooey gobs of
hot drippy cum
is just a solitary feat.
nothing to share.
nothing to get worked up about in a large
group, even of like-minded,
and similarly endowed,
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys everywhere.
everywhere,
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys are
told to hide it,
don't stare at others while they are doing it,
don't make it a group
activity,
don't share,
keep it to yourself.
shut up about it.
if you've got to do it, then do it, but
don't let on.
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys everywhere
yearn for company.
yearn to watch each other doing it,
yearn to watch each other jerking off,
spurting cum,
gasping, panting, joyously out of breath,
nipples sweating,
balls furry and damp with musky aroma.
but,
nonetheless,
sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys everywhere
must enjoy this activity alone.
shhhh. quietly.
out of sight, but
not
out of mind.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2013)