quiz me if you like

out of breath. out of breath!
the skinny sexy youngman trackstar was NEVER out of breath
as he ran mile after mile after mile.
the skinny sexy youngman trackstar always breathed easy,
and smooth, in-out, in-out, a constant easy
rhythm that never seemed to vary.
never winded.
never tired.
never "out of breath."
the skinny sexy youngman trackstar
simply stopped when
he got to the end of his prescribed distance,
got to the end of the number of
miles he was supposed to run.
it was time to stop and
that was that.
**
at home, naked, alone
in his room, he
masturbated for hours,
his legs sprawled wide,
lying on his back on his bed,
late at night,
all the covers thrown off,
his desk lamp on
to let him see what was
happening to himself,
he tugs on his big smooth
dick gently and rhythmically,
never losing his pace,
about the same pace as his
pulse, tugga tugga tugga,
tugga tugga tugga,
alone naked on his
back tugging on
his big hard dick until
it is time, and
he spurts cum and spurts
cum and spurts cum,
and then, it's out, out with
the light, slides into
sleep, just
the usual routine,
tomorrow it's 12 miles,
steady pace, steady breathing,
steady stride,
one foot hitting the ground
after the other,
gently though,
almost as though
he were flying,
across the roads,
across the backwood trails,
his pace
the pace
of a constantly lived life,
his cravings simple, basic,
direct.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)