Vanilla and Peaches -- In Bed


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.
**
Now the lean lithe athletic teenage boy is
in bed. It's late, he's naked,
his head is propped up on two
pillows, and he's staring down
at his dick. It's a nice dick,
it really is, it's just lovely,
long, and thick, and smooth,
with a great purple-pink cockhead.
Sometimes the lean lithe athletic teenage boy
talks to his dick. This is one of
those nights.
"So if you could be anybody else's dick,
whose dick would you rather be?"
the lean lithe athletic teenage boy
says to his dick.
"Oh, I'd only want to be your dick,"
says his dick. "I mean just look
at you, your hot young body,
slender, svelte, gorgeous."
The lean lithe athletic teenage boy
has just recently learned the
word "svelte" and he's glad to
know that his dick knows that
word too.
"Aww, thanks," says the
lean lithe athletic teenage boy to
his dick.
"You're welcome," says his dick,
"Now please rub my cockhead, do
it that way that I like, where you
just fondle it gently between
your thumb and the index finger
of your right hand."
"OK, sure," says the
lean lithe athletic teenage boy.
"My pleasure."       
"And mine," says his dick.
Of course the lean lithe athletic
teenage boy knows that his
dick is not really talking to
him, but it's fun to imagine,
and he enjoys these imaginary
conversations. He lies there
on his back gently rubbing the
head of his dick between
his thumb and the index finger
of his right hand, until,
"Ahhhhhhhh I'm gonna spurt
cum now," says his dick.
"Go ahead," says
the lean lithe athletic teenage boy  
to his dick. "Shoot."
And that's exactly what his dick
does, it starts spurting thick gooey
little jets of cum. They land
in silent little plops on
his chest and belly, and the last
of them dribble, just a bit,
into the soft curly tangled thatch
of his pubic hair. Then
the lean lithe athletic teenage boy
lies there wriggling his toes,
breathing deep, inhaling the
scent of his own cum. He likes
what he smells. When he wipes the cum
off of himself with a handful of
kleenexes, he holds the cum-soaked
kleenexes up to his nose, and
sucks in the aroma. "We sure
smell good don't we?" the
lean lithe athletic teenage boy
says to his dick. "Yes, we sure do,"
says his dick.
**
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 27, 2023)