Vanilla and Peaches

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.
The lean lithe athletic teenage boy
is a long-distance runner.
He runs nearly every day,
miles and miles through
all kinds of weather.
Now, on this sunny summer
day, the lean lithe athletic teenage boy
is running through the woods
on a trail whose origin and purpose
is mysterious to him, though
he thinks it's a trail
where the deer walk at night,
and nibble away weeds and
bushes to keep the trail
clear and wide enough
for the deer to
do whatever deer do at night,
and, as a nice bi-product
of their nocturnal ramblings,
they also keep the trail
wide enough and clear
enough for him to run
through the woods
on hot gorgeous days.
On this hot gorgeous day,
so bright and
sunny and warm, even the
jockstrap and shorts that
the lean lithe athletic teenage boy
is wearing seems like
too much clothing, even
his socks and tennis shoes.
Mid-trail, he stops
and takes them all off,
everything, the shorts,
the jock, the shoes and
socks, and he runs through
the forest for a while,
totally naked, giving off
the scent of vanilla and
peaches. His big smooth
dick is now very hard,
it's kind of whacking
his tight little belly as he runs,
flopping up and down as
it whacks up
against the tight skin
that covers his
beautifully developed
abdominal muscles.  Soon,
and he knew this was going
to happen from previous
experience out here alone
in the woods, he starts
spurting cum. He stops
running and just lets it happen,
savors the all-too-brief
moments of orgasm as
his big thick dick spurts
cum and spurts cum and spurts cum.
He stands there totally
naked, spurting away,
reeking of vanilla and
peaches. His cum itself
is the concentrated essence
of that smell. It fills
his nostrils, causes
his tongue to slide
in and out of his
mouth as he salivates.
Damn, he smells good.
And he feels wonderful.
The lean lithe athletic teenage boy
wonders if life will always
feel this good.
He touches the tip
of his dick, transfers the last
droplet of post-orgasmic
cum from the tip of
his dick to the index fingertip
of his right hand.
He lifts that hand
to his lips, licks that
droplet of cum off
of his fingertip,
tastes the vanilla and peaches,
lets it slide around on his
wet pink tongue,
goddamn what a gorgeous day.
 

--Carl Miller Daniels (February 26, 2023)