appearances can sometimes be deceiving

while the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
is asleep, his dick
gets hard, and,
when he starts spurting
cum, this
is the dream that
he is dreaming,
as he lies
asleep naked
on his back atop his bed,
spurting big gobs
of hot gooey
cum onto
his naked
chest and
belly:
**
the snail gods of tight
belly and tender tedril, the snail gods of
slither and slime and cool
frosty pseudopodinous feet. they
take over
his naked belly, take over his naked chest.
he utters
prayers to them, his lips
moving, forming words of supplication
and worship, trying to appease
them by telling them that he loves
them, the snail gods who are
crawling over his nakedness, the
snail gods who are crawling across
the tip of his cock and the fuzzy
surface of his balls, the snail gods
who go for his belly button and
the base of his throat. there
seems to be no stopping them.
"go away," he pleads,
"you, and your sliminess
and your slimy insinuations," he tongues.
"just go away."
thus he lies there in his bed, pleading
with the snail gods as they have
their way with him, leave their
slimy trails on his skin and the soft
curly tendrils of his pubic hair.
**
when he wakes up,
and turns on the bedside
lamp and surveys
what's just happened,
it sure looks to him, and to anybody else
who might get a peek, like he's just
had a lot more
fun than
he just did.
**
wiping off his skin with
an old t-shirt,
he wishes for sweeter dreams,
either that,
or, just maybe,
for a change,
no dreams at all.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)