Three poems

 

 

 

 
true stories

while worshipping at the altar of
the fun and superficial,
the sexy naked big-dicked young man
expressed to himself, doubts.
"is this all there is,
spurting cum
and being naked in
the sunshine?" he wondered as he
tugged gently on his big thick dick.
soon, he
spurted a big
gooey plume
of hot gloppy cum, sighed, grinned,
shook the last droplet of slimy cum
from the tip of his big smooth dick.
"and what's wrong with that?"
he stood staring at the cum
spots spattered there on the
green mossy ground.
"i just don't know," thought the sexy
naked big-dicked young man. "it just
seems like there should be MORE. you
know, MORE."
the sexy naked big-dicked young man
stood there in the sunshine, wondering
about life, time, space, this, that,
the other -- the day warm and friendly
in the slick summer heat.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)

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screwdriver marmalade

the grass is green and the meadow is pollen-dusted yellow
where the two sexy big-dicked young men
come to lie naked on the ground
and stare up at the sky and
talk to one another while they're
jerking off.
"sometimes i like
to rub just the head of
my dick for a while -- just
the head, nothing else,
for a while," says
one of the
sexy naked big-dicked young men,
as he lies on
his back rubbing the big
smooth purple head
of his big smooth dick.
"sometimes i like
just rubbing my
balls for
a while," says the other
sexy naked big-dicked young man, "yep,
just the balls, for a while," he adds
as he lies naked on his
back, gently rubbing
the sweaty pink surface of
his tight hairy balls.
"and sometimes i just like a good
old-fashioned jerk-off, just
straight up and down
the ole dickshaft," says
the first sexy naked big-dicked young man.
the two sexy naked big-dicked young men
lie there, on their backs,
conversing,
staring up at the blue
blue sky, manipulating
their own big highly excited genitalia
in one fashion or another,
and, as the moments of orgasm
arrive, and their
little white gooey geysers
of cum start
spurting into the air,
there is peace in
this kingdom,
joy in this great green verdant
pollen-dusted meadow.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)

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rampant optimism

"that little tiny acorn that grows into
a mighty oak, really is a miracle,"
thinks the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy.
the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy is
standing in the middle of the forest, looking
up at the sunlight filtering through the
leaves and branches that arch above his handsome head.
the forest is very quiet, with just the
hint of a breeze moving the leaves of the trees,
vibrating lightly the fronds of
the ferns that are growing near his feet.
the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy
stands there with his big smooth dick hard and throbbing--
it is jutting thick and
vigorously upward toward the big craggly branches.
the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy
is tugging on his big smooth dick as he
savors his surroundings, his place in
the scheme of things.
"those little tiny acorns, really are miracles,
the way they grow into these giant mountains
of trees,"
thinks the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy,
as he tugs on his big hard dick faster, and
licks his full pouty lips. he is just about at
the moment of orgasm, just about to
start spurting cum, he's
tugging on his dick at an almost frantic pace
when an acorn falls on his
head. he has to laugh, and,
as he laughs, he spurts
about 20 spurts of thick gooey
cum. the orgasm feels so good
that his knees go weak and
his heart flutters erratically for
a few seconds, then resumes
its normal steady rhythm. he
bends over and picks up
the acorn, examines it,
pushes its pointy tip
against his thumb. "you got
funny timing, you little rascal,"
he says to the acorn, as he touches
the top of his head, and moves his
fingers amongst the think strands
of pale blond hair. there's no bump on
his head from the acorn hit, no nick,
there's no damage at all. just his awareness
of the funny timing. i mean, who'd
have thought an acorn would hit
him right on the top of his
head right when he was jerking off? right
when he was about to cum? what
kind of timing is that?
what are the odds? then, kind of
grinning a sweet goofy grin,
the sexy naked big-dicked college sophomore boy
bends over again, pushes
his fingertips into the soil, and
buries that acorn a couple inches
deep, speculating,
as he does,
on life, fate, coincidence,
things that grow,
and things that drip,
the last drop of
cum that was clinging to the
tip of his dick,
sliding off, landing atop the
soil that now covers
the newly planted acorn,
fertilizing it, perhaps, for
the grand destiny that he is envisioning.
for certainly
a big tree can indeed grow from
a tiny acorn, there in
the forest. just look. the proof
is all around.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)