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Vanilla and Peaches -- Part 3 -- 

Fantasizing About Tom Daley


The lean lithe athletic teenage boy reeked
of vanilla and peaches. His armpits
smelled like vanilla and peaches,
his pubic hair smelled like
vanilla and peaches, his
scrotum smelled like
vanilla and peaches,
his big shiny purple-pink
cockhead smelled like
vanilla and peaches, his semen
smelled like vanilla and peaches,
hell, even his tight pink little anus
smelled like vanilla and peaches.
**
Tonight the lean lithe athletic teenage boy is
lying in bed naked and fantasizing about
Olympic Diver Tom Daley. "Tom Daley is
sniffing my butthole," thinks
the lean lithe athletic teenage boy, "and
Tom Daley likes what he smells. "Can I
stick my dick in that?" says Tom Daley.
And I say "Yes Yes Yes Goddamn fuck me
YES!" And as I roll over onto my
belly, Tom Daley climbs on top of
me and I say "Yes! Stick your gorgeous
Olympic dick in me Yes! Shove it right
on in!"
And as the lean lithe athletic teenage boy
fantasizes about getting fucked by
sweet gorgeous sexy Olympic Diver Tom Daley,
the lean lithe athletic teenage boy is
fucking his pillow, grinding his
hips against it, rubbing his
dick against the smooth slick
pillowcase that covers his nice
thick pillow.
The lean lithe athletic teenage boy   
fucks his pillow and fucks his
pillow and thinks about Tom Daley
fucking him.
The lean lithe athletic teenage boy spreads
his legs wide, parts his
buttocks, exposes his
tight little anus to the air,
savors the movement of the
air over his
anus as he stirs up seemingly
every molecule of air in his
bedroom up with his
energetic thrusts into the pillow.
Soon,
the lean lithe athletic teenage boy
starts spurting cum and
he keeps on spurting, while thinking
"Fuck me, Tom Daley, fuck my
tight little pink asshole with
your gorgeous big thick
Olympic dick!"
After the lean lithe athletic teenage boy
is done spurting, there's a big
wet-spot of cum on his pillow.
He lifts the pillow, sniffs it,
like what he smells. Then
he lies down on his side with
his face on the pillow and
his nose right up against
the wet-spot of cum. "Ahhhh
Tom Daley," thinks
the lean lithe athletic teenage boy.
"I know you'd like me. I smell
soo fucking good!"
Then the lean lithe athletic teenage boy
drifts off to sleep, the cum-spot on
his pillow slowly
drying to the delicate crunch of
crispiness that will be there
waiting for him in the morning.
**
The lean lithe athletic teenage boy reeked
of vanilla and peaches. His armpits
smelled like vanilla and peaches,
his pubic hair smelled like
vanilla and peaches, his
scrotum smelled like
vanilla and peaches,
his big shiny purple-pink
cockhead smelled like
vanilla and peaches, his semen
smelled like vanilla and peaches,
hell, even his tight pink little anus
smelled like vanilla and peaches.

    
--Carl Miller Daniels (February 28, 2023)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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