BG p69
(Beautiful Guy poem 69) aka "horny"


BG (Beautiful Guy) and hot sexy Jake
are once again standing in front
of the big red canvas and jerking off.
BG is 26 years old and Jake is 25.
They are both hot hung and gorgeous.
They recently got paid 1.4 million dollars
for a big mirror spattered with
their own cum. Then they got
paid 400 thousand dollars for
a blue-painted canvas spattered
with their own cum.  Once they've
finished with this red canvas,
the same guy who paid them 1.4
million dollars for
the mirror and 400 thousand
dollars for the blue canvas
will pay them 400 thousand dollars
for this red canvas.
"I'm really horny," says Jake, as
he tugs on his big hard dick
with great vigor and enthusiasm.
"Especially horny," says Jake.
"Don't really know exactly why,
but damn I'm horny. Are you
horny?"
BG is standing right beside him,
also jerking off with great
enthusiasm. "Hell yeah," says
BG. "Maybe it's the weather.
So nice and hot and sunny.
We both got a nice little
sunburn in that last tennis
game we played. We only wore
shorts, jocks, socks,
and tennis shoes. We got
sun everywhere that wasn't
covered, and hardly anything
was covered!
My skin is
kinda tingling
all over. How about yours?"
"Hell yeah!" says Jake. "Mine too.
I'll bet you're right. That's
why I feel so horny! That
nice little sunburn! Damn I
feel super-extra horny, like
my dick is three feet long
and it's gonna gush cum
like a firehose gushes water!"
So BG and Jake stand there
side-by-side jerking off
and suddenly BG says
"I'm gonna say a dirty word and
everytime I say a dirty word
you say one too."
"OK!" says Jake, as he tugs
ferociously on his own big gorgeous       
hard dick while watching BG tug
aggressively on
his own big gorgeous hard
dick. "Say a word!" says Jake.
"Fuck!" says BG.
"Cum!" says Jake.
"Scrotum!" says BG.
"Perineum!" says Jake.
"Analingus!" says BG.
"Anus!" says Jake.
"Ejaculation!" says BG.
"Nocturnal Emission!" says Jake.
"That's two words!!" says
BG. "Not allowed!"
"Fuck you!" says Jake.
They both laugh, standing there
tugging on their dicks.
Their butts are tight and gorgeous
and clinched.
"Semen!" says BG.
"Blowjob!" says Jake.
"That's two words!!" says BG.
"Not allowed!"
"Depends on how you spell it!" says Jake.
"Blow Job, and how you pronouce it,
real fast, or real slow.  Blow  Job.
Or Blowjob. See, slow, and then fast,
two words, or one word, they're
both right."
"Bite me!" says BG.
And they both start chuckling.
Then they both start spurting
cum. It jets out
of them in
big gooey spurts and spatters
the big red canvas
that's leaning against their
bedroom wall.
"Ahhhhhhh," they both say.
"Good one!" says Jake. "That should
be worth 400 thousand dollars
all by itself!"
"It was pretty hot, wasn't
it?" says BG.
"Ah the sweet gentle tingling
of a tennis-game sunburn."
BG and Jake stand there
side-by-side watching their
cum ooze and drip and
begin to solidify
on the surface of
that bright red canvas.
"Ain't art great?" says Jake.
"Ya' got that right," says BG.
"It's the best thing
in the whole dang world!"
Then they head into
the kitchen, their big
dicks still hard and
dripping little droplets
of post-orgasmic cum,
and they make themselves
a drink -- Jack and Ginger
for BG, and Rum and Coke
for Jake.
"How much more cum do we
gotta spurt on that canvas
before it's done?" says
Jake.
"Oh, I don't know," says
BG, "one thing about
good art, it can't be rushed."
"Good point," says Jake.
"Let's have a toast to good art!"   
He clinks his glass against
BG's glass.
"Cheers!" they both say,
as they sip gently,
looking at each other's
dicks, still turgid
beneath thick nests
of wiry pubic hair.

--Carl Miller Daniels (February 5, 2023)